The days of interpenetration with Fahai [Faqing]

Chapter 16 Breaking the Ring

When I woke up again, I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a strange bed.

Not only the bed, but this room is also very strange, with simple furnishings and no fireworks.The whole room is filled with the sandalwood scent that Fa Hai often has, but it is much stronger.

It's almost like being in the lair of bald donkeys.

I sat up against the head of the bed and rubbed my head, trying to make sure that it didn't lose its nose or ears after being struck by lightning.

The nose is not missing, nor are the ears.However, as soon as I touched the top of my head, my hand was still frozen in mid-air.

The head... the hair is gone!

Could it be that this black-hearted guy, Fa Hai, shaved me while I fainted!

Oh my god, I have no hair and a bald head, how can I be handsome in the future, Mr. Qing?

"You, you're awake." A pleasantly surprised voice suddenly came from outside the door, quite immature, "Master, Master Fahai is awake!"

I looked up, and the little monk lowered his head in shock, as if he was very afraid of my gaze.

"What did you call me?" I tried my best to suppress my surprise, and said gently.However, when he opened his mouth, he and I were still taken aback.

It was very hoarse, but that wasn't the point.The point is—

This is not my voice.

This is Fa Hai's voice.

The question is, how can I make Fa Hai's voice?

I was about to go crazy, so I rushed out of bed and searched the room for it.This room is small, and I can see it with a glance, but there is nothing I want.

"Mirror." I tried my best to gesture to the little monk standing at the door, "Look in the mirror, is there a mirror?"

The little monk was startled, and unconsciously leaned back, obviously wanting to disappear from my eyes, but he didn't dare.He lowered his head and thought for a while, then suddenly stomped and ran out, and when he came back, he already had something in his hand.

It is a basin of water with some white floating powder.

"This..." He shrank his neck, "Is it okay?"

I've been in the crowd for too long, and I've learned too many stinky rules. I almost forgot that when I was walking around the world in my original form, everyone used to look at the stream and look at themselves in pity.

"Yes, yes." Impatiently, I stretched my head towards the water basin, and when I saw the reflection in the water, I didn't catch my breath, almost suffocating.

Then that... why is the face in the water also Fahai's face?

I winked at the washbasin, wanting to see if someone had pasted a piece of fake skin on my face, and if it could come off with my movements.The little monk was terrified, his paws trembled so much that he could barely hold the washbasin, he closed his eyes and shouted: "Abbot, Master Fahai has gone crazy!"

"Amitabha, it's right to be crazy." An old voice sounded from behind him, "He's not crazy, I should be worried."

As expected of a person who can be called the "abbot", he speaks with a level.Although I couldn't understand what he meant, I always felt that there should be another Zen mechanism in it.

I reluctantly raised my head from the basin, tilted my head, and looked at the old man who was slowly walking in through the young monk's red ears.Not a single blade of grass grew on his head, but his demeanor was completely different from Fa Hai's. His eyes were gentle and kind. When he saw me staring at him intently, an almost mischievous smile slowly appeared on his face.

The word naughty seems inappropriate to describe an old man who looks like he is dying.But I can't find a better description.

That smile seemed to say that he knew everything, but he didn't care.

"I'm not crazy." I rubbed my eyes, "I'm not Fa Hai."

"Look, I'm talking nonsense, and I'm not crazy." The old monk held my hand kindly, and pulled me to sit by the bed. , Have you lost your mind? Do you feel that there is no point in living any longer?"

I pulled out my hand, and my tone was not sincere: "Old man, let me say it again, I am not Fahai."

The old monk called the young monk over: "Yuantong, Master is testing you, what does he mean by that?"

The little monk thought about it hard, with his head downcast, as if he was making things difficult for his homework: "Master, Yuantong doesn't know."

The old monk was persuasive: "He said he is not Fa Hai, what is Fa Hai?"

"Fahai, the power of mana is boundless, the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, that is his Buddha name." The little monk muttered, "Master Abbot, does it mean that Master Fahai doesn't want to be a monk anymore?"

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands at me, "I am very pleased to hear this from you in my lifetime. In fact, now is the time for you to truly let go of the world of mortals, purify your altar, and convert to Buddhism. But since you don't want to , I won’t force you to stay anymore, Master Pei, let’s go down the mountain.”

It's all about what, it's not right!

I suddenly had a feeling for a cow playing the piano. The abbot speaks like a Zen machine. No matter what you say, he can go to another way, and he can't explain it clearly.

However, seeing him didn't seem to like Fa Hai very much, but I felt relieved in my heart.Who made that stinky monk have a temper like a stone in the latrine, smelly and hard, no one welcomes him wherever he goes, he deserves it!

I decided to go down the mountain and find Fa Hai to get my body back.But before I leave, I intend to disgust the group of monks in Jinshan Temple, and completely destroy Fahai's majesty in their hearts.

"Go, bring me altar wine!" I stepped on the altar in front of the Buddha statue, and said in a malicious voice, "I will serve another table of good meat and vegetables, and I will give it to my father as a farewell party."

The little monk who was sent to follow me dared not speak out, and whispered: "There is no meat or wine in the temple."

"Did the abbot say that before he left, he would satisfy all my requirements?" I waved my fist at him, and said maliciously: "For things like wine, ask your seniors, there must be something hidden. As for the meat, look at your skinny skin and tender meat, if you don’t have any meat, I’ll kill you for wine.”

The little monk was frightened by me, his eyes immediately became watery, and he turned around and ran away.

As if I had received the letter in advance, when I was drinking and eating meat in the Buddhist hall, all the monks in the temple hid in their meditation rooms and could not come out.One by one seemed to have an appointment, and they all knocked on the wooden fish and chanted scriptures in the room. My head felt dizzy when I heard it, and the meat in the bowl was no longer fragrant.

However, in order to smear Fahai, I stubbornly gnawed the last piece of spare rib against the sound of wooden fish, then wiped the oil from my mouth, threw the wine jar to the ground, and left lightly.

Now it's all right, the alcohol and meat restrictions have been broken, even if Fa Hai wants to come back after changing his body, there will be no room for him!

Walking on the small path down the mountain, I hummed a little song, and I was in such a good mood that I was about to fly. I wished I could run back to the White Mansion immediately and tell my sister this anecdote.Unexpectedly, before they reached the door of the house, they saw a circle of onlookers outside the alley.I strained my ears to listen, as if someone was talking about a monster, stealing money from Kuyin, or a plague...

My heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly recalled the scene before I left.

Is the matter of selling medicine still not over?

I pushed aside the crowd and asked loudly, "What are you talking about?"

Someone recognized me immediately and rushed towards me eagerly: "Isn't this the master who caught the demon that day?"

The crowd immediately cheered and surrounded me, and some people were beaming and spitting, and introduced to the people around them who knew nothing about it: "It was this master that day. Xiang. Now that green snake demon has recruited everything, and has been arrested and taken to the prison of the county government, and will be executed soon!"

The author has something to say: change it to nine o'clock in the evening tomorrow