Chapter 527: Source of law

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Chen Fan controlled the invisible Baolian and flew quietly over the fishing village and looked down. He saw hundreds of neatly dressed fishermen kneeling in front of a temporary high platform on the shore, and everyone was holding a high incense stick in their hands.
And on that high platform, there was a bald-headed monk sitting facing the sea in meditation, knocking a wooden fish in his hand, and muttering words.
Chen Fan glanced around and found that a straw boat was tied to the shore. The boat was full of fruits, which looked like sacrifices.
Chen Fan took a closer look at the monk on the high platform. He had an ordinary face. He was nearly forty years old, and he was just an ordinary monk.
"It seems to be just an ordinary sea sacrifice ceremony." Chen Fan shook his head and decided not to disturb the fishermen who were performing the sacrifice, and planned to find another place to inquire.
Suddenly, an unnamed demon wind rose from the calm sea, blowing the incense smoke into the sky.
"Huh?! Monsters?" Chen Fan raised his brows and immediately stopped and looked back at the sea.
I saw a huge black shadow slowly emerging from the sea, and then approaching the coast revealing a huge back.
The fishermen on the shore seemed to turn a blind eye and continued to pray with incense.
"Great monk, don't knock, I'm so annoying." Suddenly a low growl came from the sea.
On the high platform, the monk opened his calm eyes and proclaimed the Buddha, "Amitabha, Master Xuanyuan, you are late."
"Huh, the deity's practice today happened to be at a critical juncture, so I slept for a while." The sea turned and saw a huge sea beast sticking out its huge head.
It was a dugong siren who was as big as a blue whale!
"How come this month's tribute? It's not enough to stuff the deity's teeth." The sea monster glanced at the fruits and vegetables in the straw boat, and immediately said with a displeased face: "I didn't say it at the beginning, the deity will help you. Covering this sea area of ​​thousands of miles, you will offer fresh tributes to the deity to enjoy every month."
The monk replied together: "Don't hide from the Xuanyuan cave owner, the fishing season has changed this year, so that the surrounding fishing villages have not caught too much. These fruits and vegetables are still earned by many young people in the village who went to Wanghaicheng Pier to work as hard labor. coming year……"
"Okay, okay, don't be long-winded, this deity will bother you monks chanting." The dugong siren snorted impatiently, opened his mouth and sucked the tribute of the entire straw boat into his belly, and then warned Said: "If the tribute next month is so small, you mortals, please be smart."
The dugong sea monster took a word and turned and dived back into the sea.
The great monk sighed helplessly, and the fishermen underneath were also sad.
The old village chief of the fishing village greeted the big monk who had come down from the high platform, and said, "Thank you Zen Master for helping the little old man support the big king."
The great monk replied, "The donor doesn't need to be polite, this is what the poor monk should do."
The old village chief sighed: "This year there are too few fish. I just discussed with the villagers and prepared to go out to the sea. Maybe..."
"The benefactor can't do anything." The great monk quickly persuaded: "The far sea is no better than the near sea. Without the Xuanyuan cave master, if you encounter a cannibal sea clan, you can't even bring people and boats into the sea."
The old village chief insisted: "But you have to keep the king no matter what, otherwise the ten miles and eight villages will return to the past, and no one dares to dive into the sea again."
The great monk thought for a while and said: "Why don't you go to White Lake City if the poor monk has a lot of wealthy families? Maybe you can make enough money."
The old village chief shook his head straight and said: "The Zen master has almost given up the monk robes to help us in recent years. How can we bother the Zen master to run for us."
The monk bluntly smiled and said: "It's just something outside the body. The poor monk helps the donors just to accumulate a little more merit. If the donor does not listen, it will not only kill others, but also destroy the poor monks. Practice."
"The Zen Master..."
"Okay, don't persuade the benefactor anymore. The poor monk's attention has been determined, and we will set off to White Lake City."
"The Zen Master has great grace, the whole village is really helpless, you should eat dinner before leaving."
"The poor monk is not hungry. The donor and the poor monk should go there. You must not venture to the far sea before the poor monk rushes back."
The great monk knew that the village had almost ran out of food in order to gather this ship of fruits and vegetables. If he left to eat, he might cost the villagers again, so he simply ignored everyone and left.
As soon as the great monk left the fishing village, he quickened his pace, obviously having the skill.
From the trail to the avenue, you have to pass through a dense forest.
The great monk walked past quickly, and suddenly a little golden light looming on the side of the road flashed his eyes.
The great monk hesitated for a moment, then looked for it, bent over and pulled away a piece of dead grass to see that it was actually a piece of gold, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face immediately.
"Amitabha Buddha." The great monk first announced the Buddha's name, and then said to each other: "This place is remote, who has left this piece of gold? If you can't find it, maybe you will die!"
The great monk hesitated for a while, then retreated to the side of the road and began to meditate.
And this sitting was a whole day, until the sky was completely dark, and the forest was even unable to see his fingers.
After all, the great monk is just an ordinary person, even if he has the skill, he can't resist the chaos of the five internal organs.
"Amitabha Buddha." The great monk knew that he couldn't delay any longer, because the villagers in the fishing village were still waiting for him to go back and save his life.
I saw the great monk picking up the gold and putting it in his pocket, then picked up a stone, and left a calligraphy on it with a reference pen: The source of Wuliang Temple's law is here.
The great monk solemnly put the stone of the book left at the place where the gold was collected, and then walked away quickly.
After a while, Chen Fan walked out of the forest slowly, grabbed the stone in his hand and looked at it with one move, a ray of light flashed in his eyes.
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Three days later, the dusty Fayuan rushed to White Lake City.
Before entering the city, he picked himself up by the river, and then entered the city to start alms from house to house.
Chen Fan followed the great monk far behind ~EbookFREE.me~ Seeing him alms is really not a choice at all, regardless of whether you are a snail shed or a mansion compound, knock on the door one by one.
If no one answers, go to the next one.
If he knocked on the door, first revealed his identity, and then explained the reason, regardless of whether the head of the household gave a piece of copper or a piece of silver, Fayuan would sincerely thank the other party.
And this White Lake City was indeed rich, and Fayuan only got a dozen taels of silver after walking down one street, enough to buy a few carts of fresh fruit.
But money is the easiest thing to provoke trouble, especially when Fayuan wears an old monk's robe, it doesn't look like a high monk in a large temple.
So some malicious guys secretly stared at him.
Near noon of the day, Fa Yuan had a