There are stone walls on the Buddha caves with many holes, the size of a small thumb, and the size of a large one can accommodate one person.

The moonlight shines through the holes, and many Buddha statues bathe in the moonlight, creating a rare wonder.

Past.

This scene of thousands of Buddhas bathing together can make people calm and admire me and Buddha in the dark.

Especially the giant Buddha in the middle, his head is slightly hangs, and his eyes contain compassion, as if he is blessed with sentient beings.

But at this moment.

The reason is that my body is full of coldness, and I feel that my body is stinking, which is undoubtedly revealed under the scrutiny of my Buddha.

"donor."

He clasped his hands together, gritted his teeth, and spoke to Guo Fan: "The bell rings loudly, and the monks in my temple will come soon."

"You, go quickly!"

"Are you worried?"

Guo Fan was holding the scroll of clothes in his hand and was watching carefully, without any intention of leaving in advance.

The scroll is originally a marrow washing sutra, with thirty-six Buddha statues on it, with blessings of half a meter long and many records of monks on it.

Although it was not taught by the Buddha personally, the essence of the article is extraordinary.

"No need to worry, Buddhism prohibits killings. Even if you attract me, you will be imprisoned for a few years at most."

He smiled softly, his eyes unchanged, and continued: "This is a great opportunity for the master to cleanse the soul and immerse himself in Buddhist principles."

"you……"

The reason for this is that the complexion changes constantly.

If he is really interested in the meaning of Buddhist scriptures, how could he be a special governor monk?

It is a big problem to be in a state of confinement.

"How is the donor's own destiny?"

His eyes turned and he carefully suggested: "I have something important to do, so let's take the lead."

"Um."

Guo Fan responded casually, lowered his head to examine the marrow washing meridian, and seemed to be indifferent to the actions of the original cause.

"Then, I will say goodbye."

Because of the joy, I gave a quick gift, turned my body and ran out of the Buddha's cave.

"madness."

Guo Fan turned his back to Benyin and shook his head secretly: "I am not a Buddhist mind, but I just hang out among monks."

"It will be difficult to achieve success in your life after entering the wrong career!"

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, loud sounds came from outside the Buddha cave, and a series of rapid footsteps approached quickly.

"What a courage!"

A monk with a flesh-faced face stepped inside and yelled at Guo Fan: "I dare to break into the Buddhist gate and destroy my Buddha statue."

"It's time to fight!"

Before he finished speaking, the monk had already rushed over with his fist. The fist was strong and powerful, hitting Guo Fan's back.

"Peng!"

A dull sound.

The monk's face turned pale, and he immediately stepped back several steps in a row before he could barely stop his body.

With the punch just now, he felt that he hit the cotton, and he was not under the pressure, and even rebounded with a strong force.

Guo Fan also put away the scroll at the right time, turned around and nodded to the person who came.

"Although the master has a vicious face, he is compassionate. Thank you for your mercy just now."

"snort!"

The monk snorted coldly.

"The donor's hard skills are amazing. If the young monk hadn't kept his efforts and really gave his all, he would probably not be able to stand up!"

"With compassion, you will get good results."

Guo Fan smiled indifferently and looked behind the monk: "Holy Monk Kurong, do you think so?"

"Amitabha."

Accompanied by a Buddhist chant, an old monk with a thin figure walked out slowly.

The old monk's face was full of wrinkles, his skin was yellow, and his breath was like a candle in the wind, and he was about to fall from afar.

Just like a decadent old man who has not lived long, Guo Fan dared not underestimate him at all.

The Holy Monk withered and prosperous is one of the two great holy monks in Buddhism!

"The donor is kind-hearted and has a connection with my Buddha, but why is he too attached to external things and the Buddha's heart is covered with dust."

The old monk ceremonially bowed to Guo Fan and his voice was hoarse: "The donor trespassed into the Buddhist gate and forced himself to observe the marrow washing sutra, but it shouldn't be."

"It is better to enter my Buddhism and accompany the green lamp. If you focus on the Buddha, you will be able to observe the marrow washing sutra without any obstacles."

"The holy monk has gained the good intentions."

Guo Fan shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the common thoughts of the Qinglan and Ancient Buddha are not able to do anything."

"Uncle Master, he forced me to do this."

Originally, I was captured at some point, and two monks were kneeling behind me.

He looked up and argued loudly: "The little monk was forced to show his mercy, so he asked his uncle to show his mercy!"

"Why!"

Kurong's eyes showed sadness and shook his head gently: "It's because you have too much common sense and have always been too specialized in doing things."

"How to deal with it, the old monk is powerless."

"Uncle Master!"

Ben was desperate.

The saint monk withered and prosperous is kind and kind. If he speaks, he will not be severe even if he is punished.

The host is different from his kindness, he hates evil like a grudge, and he cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes, and punishes his own people even more severely.

"Take him down!"

The dull sounded, and another group of monks stepped inside.

The head was shining and solemn, looking like a stern Vajra Buddha statue.

It is Benen, the host of Longmen Temple!

"Who is the donor?"

"Traveling into the Buddhist gates and robbing the classics of our temple. Let's clean up the dust here for the rest of your life!"

"Oh……"

Guo Fan's face darkened and he said loudly: "All the king's land under the world is the king's land; the shores of the earth are the king's ministers; the martial arts of the world are owned by the court."

"The marrow washing meridian cannot be seen in the following way!"

“…”

Ben's eyes shrank: "Donor, what do you call me?"

"Submitted to Li!"

"National surname?"

"good."

Guo Fan raised his voice and said, "Mr. Li Changsheng!"

"Marty?"

Ben'en's face changed, his eyes flashed for a moment, and he showed suspicion: "Li Changsheng, the descendant of King Jing, Marquis Zhenwu?"

"good."

Guo Fan nodded.

A monk looked suddenly: "Marquis Zhenwu, that rumored disease..."

"Um?"

Guo Fan turned his head and a cold murderous intent emerged. The monk's body trembled and he stopped talking in an instant.
To be continued...