Daming Super Daddy

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Zhu Mengcan and Zhu Youxuan quickly grabbed Zhu Song, and before Zhu Song could speak, they pulled him and ran behind Fazhen.

"Hey, I said you kid, don't pull me!" Staggering, Zhu Song was almost dragged to the ground by these two boys.

Going straight to the stairs at the corner of the palace, Zhu Song stole a glance, and his eyes couldn't help but brighten up.

Because he found that although the stairs are not high, there are only twenty steps, but all the steps are made of precious huanghuali wood. The amount of materials used is also precious enough.

Dangdang!

Lifting his foot and stepping on the stairs lightly, the solid wooden steps actually made a slightly dull sound, which shows how thick the steps are.

"Damn it, when did the monks become so rich, they dismantled the staircase and sold it for money, no matter how big the other courtyard of Foguo Temple is, it can be repaired, why bother to play tricks outside!"

Touching the handrail of the stairs engraved with fine patterns, Zhu Song walked upstairs unsteadily.

……

Speaking of it, it seems that the second floor of the Hall of Bliss is not open to all Buddhist believers, and there seem to be not many disciples in Foguo Temple.

In fact, the second floor of the Hall of Bliss is also very empty, a huge corridor-style house, the rooms that Zhu Song and the others pass along the way are all open, and there is nothing in the door, only the beautiful murals are hung on the walls.

Following behind Fazhen, he walked along the corridor to the end. Unlike the previous rooms, this room has an ancient and clumsy wooden door.

Boom boom boom!

"Brother, I brought some benefactors in." First he knocked on the door, and then Fazhen didn't wait for the sound from the room, he pushed open the heavy red wooden door and walked in.

Zhu Song, who was following the old guy, tried to push the seemingly bulky wooden door back and forth, but found that it was surprisingly flexible, and could be pushed with just a light push.

Then, a small room that looked like only five or six feet square was displayed in front of Zhu Song.

Even though the room is not big, it is full of things. There is a low bed, a low table, a statue of Sakyamuni Buddha, and a pair of clothes that seem to be from Wusi Zangdusi, which is Zhu Song’s previous life in Tibet. thangka.

As for the rest, the place is full of scripture racks, and the scripture racks are half a circle along the wall of the room. There are three sides of the scripture racks, and two sides are slightly yellowish in color. Bamboo slips!

I don't know whether the things recorded on those bamboo slips are Buddhist scriptures or Daoist collections, but they are neatly stacked together, but they are well protected.

Looking in the middle of the room, beside the low table, there is a handsome young monk who looks to be in his twenties, wearing a big red cassock, sitting there with a gentle face.

Zhu Song and the little monk looked at each other, but the little monk's eyes almost sucked his whole mind in.

"What the hell, Fanxu, this little bald donkey is definitely the martial arts master of Fanxu!"

Biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, Zhu Song was horrified. This guy is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface, at least he definitely won't be in his twenties.

Looking at the little monk again, Zhu Song found that the little monk's eyes were very bright, revealing childlike innocence without impurities at the same time.

No matter how you look at it, these eyes should appear on the baby's face.

Not paying attention to the expression on Zhu Song's face, Fazhen walked up to the little monk, and at the same time bowed slightly, clasped his hands together and said: "Senior brother!"

Master, brother? Did you make a mistake?

After all, Zhu Song knows that martial arts masters will rejuvenate when they enter the realm of returning to the void.

Moreover, he also knew about the reincarnation of the living Buddha of Tibet in his previous life, so he was not surprised at all when Fazhen saluted this young monk.

But Zhu Youxuan, Zhu Mengcan, and Zhang Fu had never seen each other before. These two children and Zhang Fu all showed a horrified and inexplicable expression.

"Yes, Brother Youxuan, I, did I read it wrong?" Zhu Mengcan rubbed his eyes vigorously, and asked Zhu Youxuan next to him.

"Don't ask me, I don't know either!" Zhu Youxuan opened his mouth and said, "Come on, let me hit you, see if it hurts..."

Snapped!

Before Zhu Youxi finished speaking, he heard a crisp sound, and Zhu Mengcan slapped Zhu Youxi's thigh without hesitation.

hiss!

Zhu Youxuan took a sharp breath, turned his head and glared at Zhu Mengcan angrily, and said, "What are you doing, kid?"

Zhu Mengcan looked at Zhu Youxuan seriously for a long while, then nodded and said: "Well, it should be painful to see Brother Youxuan, it seems that this is true."

"Master Yuan, you don't have to do this to this little monk." The little monk stood up, saluted Fazhen with one hand, and said: "Although this little monk is the reincarnation of Chan Master Fahua, he is not Chan Master Fahua."

According to this little monk, he is not a great master of returning to the void, but a reincarnated soul boy who has inherited the terrifying spiritual power of Zen Master Fahua.

That is to say, Zen Master Fahua here is like the living Buddha reincarnation adopted by the Tibetan Buddhist monastery in Zhu Song's previous life to solve the succession of its leader.

According to Zhu Song's understanding of the reincarnation of living Buddhas, it should come from the Buddhist concept of immortal soul, reincarnation of life and death, and Buddha saving sentient beings with various incarnations.

But the living Buddha reincarnation system that is known in history is the system of Tibetan Buddhism in China. When did it spread to this Bang. Ziguo, and it also made a successful reincarnation Zen master appear in Foguo Temple.

"Senior Brother Fahua is you, and you are Brother Fahua!" Monk Fazhen was very stubborn. He didn't allow Fahua to continue talking, but pointed to Zhu Song and said, "Senior brother, this is what the old monk told you before." man of."

"A layman from Daming, I have been waiting for a long time."

When he saw Zhu Song, Fahua's eyes flickered, and he took two steps forward, clasped his hands together, and said sincerely to Zhu Song.

"Damn, what's going on here?" Zhu Song was completely confused, no matter how he looked at the little monk, he seemed to have known that he would come.

"This little and... little master is very polite." Zhu Song, who couldn't figure out the way of the little monk Fahua, was probably taken by his terrifying spiritual power, but he didn't treat him with the attitude of dealing with Fazhen, "I don't know. Why did the little master invite us here?"

The little monk didn't answer, but turned his head to look at Fazhen.

Fazhen understood, and said to Zhu Youxuan, Zhu Mengcan and Zhang Fu: "The three benefactors, please go to the outer hall with me to wait. The outer hall has prepared refreshments and fresh fruits."

"No, what about the outer hall and the inner hall? We've all come here, why do you want us to leave?" Zhu Mengcan didn't want to leave, he didn't understand what was going on.

"My master won't leave, and I won't leave either." Zhang Fuyin said with a straight face.

Although he knew that His Highness King Han was a martial arts master in the middle stage of Huajin, but who knew what these bald donkeys were doing, what if His Highness King Han was designed by these North Korean monks?

"Okay, you all go out." Zhu Song said at this time, "I also have something to talk to this little master, and I will find you later."

Zhang Fu was a little anxious: "But master..."

"I told you all to go out!" Zhu Song lowered his face and his voice was a little heavy.

"Yes!"

Seeing the master's face darken, the two little fellows, together with Zhang Fu, could only obediently follow Fazhen and walk out.

……

Half a quarter of an hour later, only the little monk Fahua and Zhu Song were left in the small room, sitting opposite each other across the small table.

Two people, you look at me, I look at you, one of the two is as plain as water, and the other is full of doubts.