Chapter 214 (1/2)
”Amitabha! Poor monk Fahai, I have met you benefactors. ”
The figure of Fahai suddenly appeared, and hundreds of worshippers were horrified.
”Where is the master of worship of the moon? Poor monk, who is a layman, often hears about his reputation and says that he is invincible in the world. I'm here to visit you. ”
Nanzhao's aunt looked at Fahai in surprise. ”This holy monk is too young.”
Jiang said seriously, ”you can't judge your appearance. My aunt doesn't think so. Haisheng monk is very young. He has practiced profound Buddhism and is very famous in Zhongzhou. If it had not been for Nanhuang's belief in witchcraft, his reputation would have been far away. ”
”He didn't want to promote Buddhism in Nanhuang?”
Nanzhao's aunt is not smiling.
”Of course I thought about it.”
They were imprisoned in iron cages. Several of them talked about it with laughter. It seemed that they were suffering. They were clearly experiencing life.
It's a scene inside the cage, but it's different outside.
The members of the moon worship cult stare at Fahai nervously.
Fahai put his hands together, with a faint smile on his face, like a spring breeze.
”Where is the master of moon worship?”
The sound of Fahai is like thunder. He asks again.
The moon worshipers were so dazed that they could not stand.
”Where's the thief monk? How dare you call his name taboo? Aren't you afraid that the heavenly power will come and tear you to pieces?”
The worshippers glared at him fiercely, and the words were full of threats.
”Can the master of the worship of the moon still direct this God to succeed?”
With a smile and a wave of his hand, Fahai immediately threw out hundreds of worshippers, ”you are mostly practitioners. Why do you want to help the worshippers do the bloody things that day?”
The vast Qi and blood are like dragons and elephants, which are surging and pressing in all directions. The people of the moon worship sect make a crackling sound, and they are in agony one by one.
Qingtian Zen staff fell to the ground, and the light of Buddha spread and spread, enveloping the whole palace. The hostility of the worshippers was purified.
Then, Fahai flashed to the iron cage and looked at the stone elder and others in the iron cage with a smile. He looked at the woman beside Jiang, most of whom were Nanzhao saints.
That's right. Who has a lot to do with jiujianxian.
”The holy monk is really powerful. He knows that we are in danger. I admire him.”
Jiang's mouth said a compliment.
Fahai, like a statue of gold, is still.
They couldn't help looking at each other. They didn't know what had happened.
After a long time, Fahai just said: ”the master of moon worship didn't show up. I have to aggrieve several benefactors.”
”What?”
Jiang's they open their mouths wide in consternation, listen to this meaning, they still have to suffer in the iron cage?
”Holy monk, what do you mean
”Don't go, monk.”
”Holy monk, we are all over 50 years old...”
”Holy monk, I'm 108 this year.”
……
They yelled at the back of Fahai.
”Amitabha, poor monk, carry forward the Dharma. All living beings can listen to it.”
Fahai walked a hundred feet away, sat cross legged and recited scriptures. At that time, the Sanskrit sound in the palace was blazing, and the Holy Buddha light spread.