Chapter 1198: back to the start

"Golden body?"
Ye Fan was taken aback after hearing this, and then he woke up: "The master said this thing!"
"brush!"
The moment Ye Fan's words fell, a dim light flashed, and a broken Buddha image appeared in the room.
The golden Buddha statue is rusty, with stumped limbs and broken arms, which matches the poor scene here.
"It really is a golden body, but unfortunately it has been damaged!"
Monk Ji looked closely and sighed secretly.
"Master, what exactly is this golden body?" Ye Fan couldn't help asking.
He really didn't expect this Buddha statue to be so valued by Monk Ji.
"Anyone who has achieved success in the "Supreme Truth Listening to Vajra Dharma" will have a golden body. The golden body is like another you and will grow with the practice. In the legend, "The Supreme Truth Listening to the Vajra Theory" "A total of eighteen immeasurable golden bodies can be condensed, and finally the Vajra Buddha will be achieved. The Buddha is boundless, and this golden body has been silent, intending to leave a legacy for the senior at the last moment."
Monk Ji explained with a serious face.
"In other words, there might be other golden bodies there?" Ye Fan suddenly asked in surprise.
"Maybe, maybe not, I don't know how many golden bodies that senior has!"
Monk Ji nodded, then shook his head again.
"alright, I got it!"
Ye Fan nodded. If he leaves Buddhism in the future, he must go to the ancient battlefield for a while. At this moment, he is still at ease to practice this Buddhism and eliminate the demons of his heart.
"Ye Fan, since you have become my disciple, you will take the name Huiming from now on. When you meet Zen Master Jin Song and others, you will also bow to Buddhist rules!"
"Yes!" Ye Fan nodded and asked at the same time: "Master, what is your identity in this treasure temple, I can distinguish the relationship with Zen Master Jin Song and the others."
"The teacher is just a gatekeeper, the sweeping monk, they are afraid they have forgotten me, and you will have the same identity as me in the future." Monk Ji smiled faintly.
"This is Buddhism cloth. Put it on from tomorrow. Don't freeze it. Cherish this last day. If the Buddha returns to Mahayana, he will endure suffering!"
Monk Ji suddenly turned out a piece of clothing for Ye Fan, smiled and handed it to Ye Fan's hand, the next moment he walked toward the outside world, and continued to do his chores.
"When a Buddha returns to Mahayana, he must go through suffering?"
Ye Fan whispered to himself, and didn't go out again, but sat in this simple wooden house, facing the broken Buddha statue.
Monk Ji has already told the origin of the mysterious Dharma, but in the end he still didn't tell him the cultivation method of Mahayana Dharma.
In summary, there are only eight words: "Immeasurable Golden Body, Diamond Will".
"Xiao Fan, this deity of Mahayana Buddhism has heard that it must be good for life and cultivation. In all things, we should first eliminate the demons. The years are long. If you want to stay in Buddhism, the deity will not blame you!"
At the moment when Ye Fan was contemplating, the voice of Xie Lao suddenly appeared from Ye Fan's mind. Although he escaped into Buddhism, Xie Lao gave his support.
"The evil old..."
Ye Fan murmured to himself, feeling ashamed in his heart, but he was more moved.
Xie Lao has a good saying, the years are long, Ye Fan is still young after all, and there is still time to escape into Buddhism, just for a better future.
The dry and yellow land is still waiting for him to have the power against the sky to save it.
At this moment, it is the concept of Mahayana Buddhism, which is to seek the supreme Buddhist way and free yourself from life and death, and lower the immeasurable sentient beings from the sea of ​​life and death.
In contemplation, one night passed quickly. On the second day, the sun gradually rose from the top of Feiyun Mountain, revealing a red glow from the east.
When Ye Fan opened his eyes from the quiet meditation, Monk Ji had no idea where he was going, and subconsciously opened the door of the house, but only felt a cold wind blowing, freezing to the bones.
"What's the matter? Am I not a strong person in the Ninth Layer of the Xeon Realm? My physical body is already not afraid of cold wind and frost!"
Ye Fan was taken aback by this scene, but he was sneezing constantly in his mouth.
This feeling has not been seen for a long time.
When there is an abnormal change in the body, it is natural to look at the body inwardly. It is good not to look at it. This look is incredible.
I saw that the dantian, meridians, and blood were all stained with a faint golden light, as if sealed up, although the power was still there, Ye Fan could no longer use it.
At the same time, these golden lights are also meticulous, deep into Ye Fan's tendons, which are already countless times more than ordinary people, affecting all kinds of perceptions.
In short, at this moment, Ye Fan's body was exactly the same as the state he had not cultivated when he was born, completely an ordinary person, barely able to adapt to the oppression of the various forces and spiritual energy on the Flying Snow Mountain.
"This……"
After realizing all this, Ye Fan's expression was shocked, and he was speechless for a long time. He returned to the original point overnight on the way of martial arts. Is this the price of practicing Mahayana Buddhism?
What horrified him even more was the horror of Monk Ji, who could unknowingly seal all the cultivation bases on his body, even the perception with the blood of the Ten Thousand Monsters had been cut off at this moment.
"Maybe the evil old man sensed this scene and said goodbye to me temporarily last night!"
Ye Fan murmured, and his mood at the moment became a little strange.
From a young man known as the legend of Nanban to an ordinary person, the gap is beyond imagination.
"Ye Fan, you may regret it now. If you don't want to, you can give up Mahayana Buddhism and regain your strength as a teacher!"
Monk Ji didn't force Ye Fan from beginning to end. At this moment, his faint voice suddenly came from the sky above the house.
"Master, the disciple has no regrets, and I hope the master will make it clear!"
Ye Fan gritted his teeth and immediately denied.
After finally finding a way to eliminate the demons and getting the opportunity to practice Mahayana Buddhism, how could he give up?
"Well, starting from today, you will go to the Lingquan under Feixue Mountain every day to pick two buckets of spiritual water for watering the golden body. The pole bucket has been prepared for you by the teacher, just outside the door!"
Monk Ji's voice came again.
"it is good!"
Ye Fan nodded, and finally remembered the words said by Monk Ji last night, put on a commoner, otherwise he would be cold.
Earlier, Ye Fan didn't pay attention to it at all. At this moment, he finally understood the meaning of this statement. It was not empty talk under concern.
After putting the rough cloth on his body, Ye Fan with short hair seemed to have a little ascetic appearance, let alone put on this rough cloth, Ye Fan came to the door again, and it was indeed much warmer.
Arriving outside the gate of Arhat Baocha, Monk Ji was still like a child quietly sweeping the snow, and after nodding with Ye Fan, he stopped paying attention.
Ye Fan's gaze was quickly attracted by the wooden barrel on the side, carrying a burden to fetch water. Is this the practice method of the great book of Buddhism and Taoism?
With a puzzled mind, Ye Fan gradually picked up the pole bucket and walked slowly down the mountain.