Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

No matter how stupid he is at this time, Henry Zhang can tell that this is something that has happened.

He has long said that pretending to be a monk is unreliable, so why not play role-playing! ?

By the way, what are those chivalrous women on the rivers and lakes thinking?Obviously, she wants to be a witch in the world of cholera!I read too many story books.

"Come with us, you have been arrested for the crime of insulting Buddhism."

As the leading monk spoke, he winked at the people behind him, and immediately two burly monks came over to support Zhang Xuansheng.

"Hey, hey, don't mess around, Yangguo is law-abiding, be careful, I will sue you for setting up a private court and privately detain you! When did you Buddhist disciples become law enforcement officers?"

Henry Zhang struggled and shouted, if he was really taken away, it would be hard to say what would happen later.

I heard that these monks are very black-hearted. They are glamorous and compassionate on the surface, but they execute "heretics" secretly without mercy.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you, be honest, if you keep yelling, I will stuff your mouth with socks."

The monk threatened, and Henry Zhang shut up immediately.

He thought to himself, what kind of eminent monk and master is this, it is clearly a bandit!

Two days later, Zhang Xuansheng looked at Kongming Temple, the largest Buddhist holy place in Yangguo.

There are [-] steps just to go up the mountain. The mountain gate is wide open, and the plaque is supported by two huge red pillars, which is really magnificent.

Henry Zhang said in his heart that when they Qingyun Temple can have such a ostentation, the master is really smiling.

He patted his luggage, took out the tablet of the master, shook it, and muttered in a low voice: "Master, where do you think these monks got so much money?"

Who would have thought that the muttering would be heard by the monks, and they all looked at him unkindly, Zhang Xuansheng smiled and took back the tablet of the master.

All the way to the Daxiong Palace, Zhang Xuansheng met the abbot of Kongming Temple.

Abbot Yuanjue looked at Henry Zhang as if examining a treasure, and the joy on his face could not be concealed even after years of practice.

"Good, good, good."

Abbot Yuanjue said three good days in a row, waved his hand, and signaled for many monks to retreat, he was very satisfied with their mission this time.

The heads of other courtyards around also nodded repeatedly.

"The Buddha is coming, the Buddha is coming!"

Abbot Yuanjue was so excited that he almost danced, but finally calmed down, put his hands together, and said "Amitabha"

Zhang Xuansheng looked up at this time, and the pure gold Buddha statue in the middle of the Daxiong Palace was not the same as the golden Buddha he had seen a few days ago. It is the only holy Buddha widely worshiped in the world today. As for its real name, it is hard to find in ancient books .

I don't know if it is too long to be tested, or there are some taboos in it, so people in Buddhism either don't know it, or no one dares to mention it.

"Don't panic, benefactor. It's Yonghe and the others who have handled things rough this time, which frightened the benefactor. I, Kongming Temple, have no malice towards the benefactor."

Abbot Yuanjue smiled and took a few steps forward.

Henry Zhang was a little confused, and said, "What does the master mean?"

Abbot Yuanjue beckoned, and someone took out a high-quality cassock and said, "If you wish to enter my Buddhist school, I will treat you with the courtesy of a Buddhist disciple."

Henry Zhang:? ? ?

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Henry Zhang’s life is more comfortable than before, at least he doesn’t have to deal with those crooked pigs for his livelihood, and he doesn’t have to flatter and flatter those women to make them happy.

Now he only needs to sit on the altar for half an hour every day, and the various welfare benefits are top-notch.

It's not that Kongming Temple's "going to work" system is good. The main reason is that the identity of a Buddha is enough to show up every day. If you hang around all day long, you will lose your sense of mystery, which is bad.

money?

Now he has no shortage, the abbot master said that he can take all the property of Kongming Temple.

It's just that there is one thing that gives him a headache, he can't go down the mountain.

And the temple is not full of delicacies from mountains and seas as he thought. In this regard, the group of monks were surprisingly persistent. They obviously looked like bandits when they went out to tie him up, so he could only honestly eat the vegetarian meal.

Rich and powerful?

But what's the point of staying on the mountain as a monk? ?

It's not as good as his original dream of eating soft food. If there is a beautiful official lady who is like a flower and jade to take care of him, he doesn't mind going to the Men's College for further studies.

Alas, the revival of my Qingyun Temple is far away.

The days were so boring day by day. After staying in Kongming Temple for more than half a year, Henry Zhang changed places again.

He sat on the Buddhist chariot with a dazed face, thinking that the monks in this world must be poisonous! ?

Kongming Temple was destroyed

It was destroyed by the stronger Putuo Temple in the neighboring country. The crime was to detain the Buddha and threaten the Buddha to condescend to collect money for the Kongming Temple.

Henry Zhang said that it was outrageous, Kongming Temple's style was a bit like a bandit, but he was also respectful to him, and it was not false to force him to say it, at least he wanted to go down the mountain and the other party disagreed.

But your Putuo Temple is not much better, isn't this still seemingly respectful, but in fact it is another round of kidnapping?

"Hey, brother, can I make it easier for you?"

Zhang Xuansheng poked his head out from the Buddhist chariot, and asked a young monk next to him, but despite his young age, Abbot Yuanjue's skill of cracking steles and stones failed to survive three rounds.

"Amitabha, Junior Brother, there is a chamber pot in the car."

The young monk replied lightly, obviously not giving Henry Zhang a chance to escape.

Henry Zhang was speechless, thinking how these Buddhist disciples were so cruel, they beat and killed their own children, and now they don’t even let them go to the toilet.

Conscience of heaven and earth, he didn't want to run away, he really just wanted to go to the toilet, the tea on the Buddhist chariot was good, he just drank too much for a while.

He has small arms and legs, and knows nothing about martial arts, so it's no wonder he escaped. Besides, his personal property was also confiscated. Fortunately, he insisted on keeping the tablet of the master, so there is hope for a comeback.

But if he was to go out and work hard again, he felt that it might not be as good as staying in Buddhism, except that there were no meat dishes, but the cooks in the temple had nothing to say.

With the sound of clattering, Henry Zhang shook twice, then picked up the chamber pot, opened the curtain and fell out of the Buddhist chariot, barely falling on the young monk just now.

The monk was also stunned for a while, apparently he didn't expect Henry Zhang to be released in this way, and he fell out carelessly. Is this a Buddha?

He began to doubt the abbot's vision.

In this way, Zhang Xuansheng came to Putuo Temple again, and the treatment did not decrease but increased, and even the daily "performance" became once a week.

Putuo Temple is well versed in the principles of hunger marketing and publicizes wildly to the outside world, but it also creates an extremely mysterious image of the Buddha.

Every time Henry Zhang appeared on the stage, he would memorize the words given by the abbot in advance. He seemed to be a wise and enlightened monk in front of everyone. Many good men and women kowtowed wildly and donated a lot of incense money.

The monks in Putuo Temple seem to be a little different from Kongming Temple. They seem to have something really good. Some of the first monks’ effects are gaudy, and Zhang Xuansheng feels that it seems that it is not done by martial arts.

After a while, the abbot also began to teach him the exercises, saying that he wanted to teach him the profound Buddhist teachings, and after he learned them, he would perform "public performances" so that he would not have to ask the chief seats hidden below to help him shine golden light.

Of course Henry Zhang was happy, mainly because it was too boring to be on the mountain, and being able to learn some magic skills of immortals and Buddhas was of course what every mortal looked forward to.

It seems that their ancestors of the Qingyun Temple had a similar method, but it is not as good as the previous generation, and it may be that the environment in Yangguo is not good.

After a year, Henry Zhang was able to add special effects to himself. Although it was very weak, he could still light up a little bit of golden light while walking, like a Buddha from the west.

The incense in Putuo Temple became more prosperous, but the good times did not last long.

Henry Zhang just wants to say that these Buddhist disciples are really sick. Don’t you just look a bit like your only holy Buddha? Well, I admit that they are very similar, but you don’t want to fight for me. .

I have nothing but a face. After a year of practicing Buddhism, I still can't beat the little monk in the temple.

It never occurred to him that after he was born, it wasn't thousands of girls who broke their hearts for him and beat their lives to death for him, but a group of old men, even bald men.

He touched his bald head, which is a habit he has developed over the past few years, not to mention, it feels great.

He was still sitting on a Buddhist chariot, but he opened the curtain and looked down, oh my god, it's so high!

They are actually flying!

Well, he had already prepared in his heart before, that the monks of Putuo Temple would all have strange magic, so this stronger Luohua Temple obviously has higher attainments in "Dharma", and it is not surprising that they can fly into the sky and escape from the earth.

For the next 20 years, Zhang Xuansheng was like a piece of cargo, moving around the world. The longest time he stayed in each temple was no more than two years, and he was a little numb.

Fortunately, he also practiced Buddhist exercises during his period, and he is not considered a mortal now, at least the effect in terms of beauty and beauty is obvious, and he still looks like when he was young.

To be honest, he felt a bit like a disaster star of Buddhism, not a disciple of Buddha.

After all, every monastery that took him in would not survive more than two years and would be wiped out and robbed by stronger Buddhist monasteries.

Zhang Xuansheng was also puzzled, he said to himself that if you want to rob, just rob, and if you say it well, you can use your power to overwhelm others. Of course, I also want to follow the strong, why do you need to fight and kill?

They are all disciples of Buddhism, and they are so ruthless when they start their actions, and they don’t leave a living, making Henry Zhang confused for a while whether the truths in the Buddhist scriptures he read are true or false.

Shouldn't monks be compassionate?Shouldn't we save all sentient beings?

But those monks in his mortal country wanted to use him to make money, and those big temples in places with more aura wanted him to provide more power of faith for the temple.

The monks only want to practice to become a Buddha and live forever, but Zhang Xuansheng did not see them go down the mountain to do good deeds and save all sentient beings. Then why do these good men and women still believe in Buddha?Come to the mountain to offer incense?

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Time flies, and thousands of years have passed.

Henry Zhang never expected that he, who was born as a Taoist priest, would become a Buddhist disciple admired by thousands of people.

Because of the improvement of his status, he has also obtained a lot of exercises. In addition to daily practice of Buddhist exercises to bless himself with special effects, he is also re-studying Taoist scriptures.

He has already grasped the Taoist scriptures of Qingyun Temple, and he seems to have an extraordinary talent in this area. According to the conclusion he reached after thoroughly understanding it, the Taoist scriptures of Qingyun Temple are true... rubbish.

In this way, although it is somewhat disrespectful to the patriarch, it is indeed a rag.

Originally, the master used to tell him that there were immortals who could fly to the sky and escape from the ground in the ancestors of Qingyun Temple. Later, Zhang Xuansheng discovered that it might be true, but this scripture is still not very good, because the immortals who can fly to the sky and escape from the earth are giving him wash your feet.

Well, his life has been a little corrupt lately.

Being snatched here and there is certainly unpleasant, but the master once said something that he thought was very good.

Life is like being raped and wiped out. Since you can't resist, you have to learn to enjoy it.

Henry Zhang sees it very openly now, no matter how these crazy monks fight and kill, he just wants to experience life by himself every time he goes to a place.

No, he likes the Liuxia Temple here very much, and that is no ordinary favorite!

Because Liuxia Temple is not the same as those other Buddhist temples, they practice Huanxi Chan.

There are quite a few fairies working in the temple, and the maid who washed Xuansheng Zhang's feet was also a fairy with good cultivation, but judging by her pious appearance, she probably really regarded herself as the reincarnation of some holy Buddha.

The only pity is that the abbot of this place is a bit out-of-the-ordinary, and he is not allowed to practice their Liuxia Temple's exercises.

What's the meaning! ?

Underestimate me Zhang Xuansheng! ?

I am a disciple of Buddha, a born Buddha, a person of great wisdom, how can I not understand the Buddhist scriptures in Liuxia Temple?You guys can practice Huanxi Chan, but I can’t?

It's clearly looking down on people!

"Buddha, if there is nothing else, then Lianhua will go down first."

After serving, the maid stood aside respectfully, waiting for orders.

Zhang Xuansheng really wants to be a beast, but he knows that there are super monks who watch him outside. As the benchmark of Liuxia Temple, he must maintain a holy boy body, which is simply bullying.

Why don't you find a few young novice monks to take care of his daily life? You let some female fairies hang around in front of him every day, and you can only watch but not eat, isn't it torturing people?

"Go down."

Henry Zhang waved his hand, out of sight and out of mind.

When he was the only one left in the house, he activated the formation, which could prevent outsiders from peeping and eavesdropping. This was a small right he had won over the years.

He got up and kowtowed to the master tablet enshrined on one side of the table, saying to himself that I am really the most filial disciple, and I have not withheld your gold powder, master, even after going through hardships.

Then he went back to the bed and began to practice today with his legs crossed. These monks thought that he practiced Buddhist exercises and had a small attainment at the first glance, so he has not aged for so many years.

But it's not true, what he practiced was Taoism. He collected a lot of Taoism through the influence of Buddhism, and combined with their Qingyun Temple's original Taoism, he summed up a suitable one for him.

What a genius I am!

When Zhang Xuansheng practiced beautifully, he would always boast in his heart. He thought that he should not be a disciple of Buddha, but a son of Taoism. At least he looked at the Buddhist scriptures and knew nothing about them.

I am afraid that all the monks would never have imagined that the Buddha they supported was gradually no longer a powerless waste. After thousands of years of practice, Henry Zhang didn't even know how strong he had become.

It's just that he was too lazy to fight with these monks, and it felt good to be offered.

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