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Chapter 173 Buddha Nature Meditation

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    The movements of Nangong Mingfeng and Uncle Sishu are not so fast.  But he was still chased by the old monk for a long distance with his supernatural footwork, and he never left him

    Good posture!  Uncle and Fourth Uncle, as well as Nangong Mingfeng couldn't help but sigh inwardly.  However, if he exerts all his strength, even if the old monk's figure, footwork and supernatural powers, how can he maintain a stalemate?

    Regarding this point, they still have the minimum self-confidence.

    However, there was an unexpected change in what Nangong Mingfeng said when he turned around halfway, um, he said this: "Old man, it's getting dark, go home and sleep, we're going back to sleep too  "

    The uncle and the fourth uncle who were still practicing the "Floating Clouds and Moon" light body technique were so dumbfounded that they almost couldn't help laughing and bumped into a big tree in front of them, causing Nangong Mingfeng's sullen expression

    On the other hand, the old monk who was chasing after him with all his strength was shocked, stopped slowly, and muttered to himself again: "Old man?it's already dark?go home and sleep  ?"

    Buddhist disciples, there is only a difference in order, how can there be a distinction between old and young?  What does the other party's "old man" mean?

    People with advanced practice only have the sun, moon and stars in their eyes, and they are full of the sense of space. How can they say "the night is dark"?

    People who become monks are originally home from all over the world, so what does it mean to "go home" and "quickly"?

    ?Practice, meditation, already regardless of the shape and skin, why care about the thought of "sleep"?

    Huh?  No, there are two characters for "home" in "the old man" and "go home soon", and there are also two characters for "home" in the words "home" for monks and people from all over the world. Is it a coincidence?  Or is there another meaning?

    "Sleep", for people who practice meditation and practice deeply, Zen is sleep, and practice is sleep. Why does the little friend on the other side speak so much in a few words?

    What I know is that this little friend has the aura of immortality and Buddha in his body, and he was able to issue orders just now to send thunder from the sky. Will the words of such a little friend be gossip and irrelevant?

    Could it be?  There is a great Zen in the other party's words?  Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such confusing words, it's just that I can't analyze and interpret it for a while.

    That little friend can also issue orders to send thunder from the sky, which is absolutely difficult for non-sages.  I want my master to practice meditation for a hundred years, and only in his twilight years can I cultivate the virtuous and become a sage. I only sigh that I can't ascend to heaven and become a celestial being, leaving only the sarira lingering in the holy spirit

    However, even if this is the case, you can only dance with the thunder when you are robbed by the sky, and you can't dictate it around.  Like the little friend just now Could it be that he has surpassed the realm of cultivating the virtuous and attaining sagehood?  Immortal?  Enroll in Buddha?

    Thinking about it carefully, I am not so sure.  But one thing is certain, that little friend In summary, at least he is a half-immortal body!

    The old monk stayed where he was in a daze, his appearance seemed to be dull, but his eyes were shining brightly, and the Buddha's aura was extraordinary

    "The night is dark", people who practice deep meditation, only have the sun, moon and stars in their eyes, and they are full of the sense of space, but they don't know that they are already transcendent.

    Dantian (Oh, by the way, I forgot to elaborate on it before. The Dantian here refers to the lower Dantian, which is the collective name of the four acupoints "Yinjiao", "Qihai", "Shimen" and "Guanyuan"  )¡¯s true energy suddenly trembled inexplicably.

    This is the true energy that the old monk has been cultivating for many years and has been imprisoned in the neck bottle and cannot break through. At this time, because of his momentary ecstasy, he seems to have a breakthrough, but he has not yet felt it

    "Old man, go home quickly, those who become monks, the world is their home," the old monk muttered to himself, his voice was very soft, his eyes were fixed but shining, as if he had returned to the ethereal realm of the soul, with a strong sense of consciousness  I am catching some useful breath in the huge variety of dispensable meditation information

    There is nothing in the world, mortals disturb themselves, get rid of the ordinary mind, and the state of mind is ethereal

    The trembling dantian's true energy unexpectedly soared abnormally at this time, first spun around the four acupoints in the dantian quickly, and then broke through the barrier of the dantian, sprang out, and along the path near the dantian  The various acupoints of the hand flow through the "Lung Meridian of Hand Taiyin", "Heart Meridian of Hand Taiyin", "Pericardium Meridian of Hand Jueyin" and so on, leading directly to the limbs

    "Sleep", Zen is sleep, meditation is sleep, meditation meditation, sleep and sleep are human instincts, returning to nature.  There are hundreds of thoughts in the heart, too persistent, so there will be disputes in the mundane world, and people will be tired.  If the mind is clear, what is the trouble?

    At this time, the old monk's face unexpectedly showed a smile of "Mao Sai suddenly opened"

    Sleep, okay.  No one in the mortal worldAfter studying the truth, I only know that I am tired and tired, so I came up with the word "sleep", and temporarily let go of the obsession in my heart.  People who practice the Tao just eliminate this kind of obsession, so there is a school of "chanting", emptiness and obliteration

    The old monk seemed to be muttering something to himself, but he couldn't hear it clearly.  The whole person is an old monk who has entered into meditation, meditating in Buddhism, and is completely unaware of external affairs

    The wind seems to freeze.  The darkness of the night did not affect his state of mind at all, and the slightest breath of Buddhism and Taoism slowly extended in the condensed wind, aimlessly and unconsciously

    The eleven "*" characters all over the body are already turning around rapidly at this time, fast and shining.

    In the dark and gloomy night, it is very eye-catching and conspicuous. In the strong wind of "whoosh", the eleven "*" characters flashed past with a fast tail light, entangled around the whole body, as if scrambling to be the first, and seemed to be mutually exclusive.  Chasing, the light cluster was born

    Each of the "…d" glyphs is cute and mischievous, but solemn and precious, with a strong Buddhist and Taoist atmosphere, and within its considerable body area, all the dark and evil auras have been dissipated forever.

    At the tail light of the eleven "*" characters, at some point, there was a trace of the floating light of the twelfth "…d" character faintly, faintly and faintly visible

    Old monk, at this time, he also felt the enhancement of his own aura, and while his spiritual consciousness was looking inside and outside, he was already ecstatically "Amitabha" at the enhancement of his cultivation base at this time.

    It's just that, while exposing his consciousness, he suddenly felt the faint formation of the twelfth "*" glyph.  This is¡­¡­

    He, a little puzzled and amazed, perceives and glances at the twelfth "*" glyph that is a little "fragile", but playing back and forth, chasing each other, and happy as a whole. What is it?  Hissit seems to be

    "This is the twelfth level of the god position!" The old monk himself woke up suddenly, and his breathing was a little short.  The long-awaited cultivation of supernatural powers in meditation, just like this, is it done?  Although it is weak, it is presented after all, isn't it?

    I have worked so hard, dreamed of it, and worked hard to overcome my meditation practice, but because of a word from someone, I have not intentionally achieved it?

    Buddhism and Taoism, the twelfth-level god position, if the cultivation base is high and deeply rooted, it will faintly step into the realm of a half-immortal, and the monk itself is already a half-immortal body!  How can you not be heartbroken like a tide?! The tide of thoughts is surging?!

    "Amitabha!" The old monk shouted the Buddha's name in a low voice with great excitement, so as to calm down some meditation mentality that should not have fluctuated, but the mood is still not enough.

    Just, it's time to thank that little friend.  Gradually and quickly clarified that Kongming's eyes were shining brightly in the night. He glanced around, only then did he realize that just now he was only chasing after his little friend, but he had no choice but to reach the foot of the mountain.  Office (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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