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Staring at the cup of tea in front of me, is it poisonous? Or drugged? Is it too careless to come here alone?
"Little brother, don't panic, I'm so old, I won't harm you." The old monk seemed to have insight into Zhang Ying's thoughts, and first spoke to comfort him. Then he raised his glass and took a sip of tea.
Seeing this, Zhang Ying could only toast and drink tea, after all, the momentum cannot be weak.
"Little brother is from a Taoist sect, so he doesn't know much about my Buddha." The old monk said.
Zhang Ying nodded, approving what the old monk said.
"Hehe, Buddhism and Taoism are both practice methods, but the 'Qi' of practice is different." The old monk laughed. "Do you know what is the most angry in this world?"
What is the most angry? Most air! Zhang Ying complained in his heart, but he knew that this qi was not that qi, and he really didn't know which qi was the most. In his perception, the qi in the world was similar, and they were all quite rare.
"I don't know! The most 'qi' in the world is 'popularity'." The old monk said with a smile.
Zhang Ying looked at the old monk with the eyes of a mentally retarded man, this old monk is teasing me! The old monk smiled and said: "This is the biggest difference between my Buddhist school and your Taoist school. Taoism cultivates real objects, while Buddhism cultivates virtual objects. The 'qi' cultivated by Taoism is born out of specific objects, such as 'golden'. "Qi" comes from metal, "wood gas" comes from plants, "water gas" comes from water, and "earth gas" originates. All these "qi" are proved by physical objects."
"But our Buddhist school is not the same. Since everything in the world is composed of Qi, then are human emotions composed of Qi?" asked the old monk.
Zhang Ying thought about it for a while. Human emotions are the product of human brain activity. According to some theories, these are also "objects". It's just that this theory is too deviant, and not many people agree with it. It's just that people in this world would never think of this.
"Of course these are also made of 'qi'! But they all belong to the branch of 'qi'. They are all produced by humans. In fact, animals can also produce them, but in a small amount. It is said that plants also have them, but the production time is too long and too long. The latter two are basically ignored.¡± The old monk asked himself and answered.
"The first person who cultivated Taoism with 'popularity' was my Buddhist patriarch. He didn't have the aptitude to practice, but he was unwilling and always thought about how to embark on the path of practice. In addition to his talent and intelligence, he actually gave him Find a way to use 'popularity' to practice."
"This 'popularity' is born out of people, so it naturally has a high affinity for people, and it is less dangerous to practice. People without qualifications can also practice. Moreover, popularity is born from people. As long as there are many people, you can practice without consuming many resources. After hearing this, do you think this is the most perfect path of cultivation?"
The old monk said with a smile. Zhang Ying nodded unconsciously. He thought of his tireless efforts to absorb the 'golden energy'. The disciples of Hujuguan embarked on an arduous journey for their cultivation.
"This kind of popularity can be produced as long as there are many people. And we can only choose one kind of popularity to practice. I belong to Tianzhu Temple, and I choose joy. Joy is good. As long as people are happy, joy will be produced. The happier you are, the more joy you will have. There is no limit to happiness, and there is no limit to happiness!"
Zhang Ying understood at once. The so-called 'qi' refers to the aura of human emotions, not the body odor produced by people but the aura produced by intense inner activities. Of course, there is no upper limit to this kind of thing, the more intense the brain activity, the more this kind of qi
The person who thought of this at the beginning is really a genius the one who can really use this to practice is also a ghost, kneel down to such a great god.
Therefore, this city of brocade and bamboo is full of theaters, cross talks, opera singing, juggling and fun. Anyway, it can make everyone happy, and let the joy rise!
"This Buddhist practice method is really amazing!" Zhang Ying said with a sigh.
"This is a magic way." Suddenly the old monk said something amazing, Zhang Ying was stunned.
"Popularity is born out of people. Although it is easy for us to absorb, it is too easy to influence people. We are absorbers, and there are thousands of joys in me. Am I also full of joy?"
Zhang Ying nodded after listening, this is normal. He absorbs 'Golden Qi' to practice, and his mana has the characteristics of 'Golden Qi', sharp, solid and cold. This monk absorbs the joy, and the natural mana will have joy, and the joy is produced by the brain, and it should be combined with them more deeply.
"It's too late. Those who indulge in this way will eventually be buried by this way. If we indulge in joy, we will eventually die of joy. At this time, joy is no longer a cultivation merit, but a practice poison. The more we absorb, the more we die. Faster." The old monk sighed.
"My Buddhist practice is based on popularity, but we can't indulge in it. We must maintain a normal mind, detach ourselves from the situation, and uphold one heart, so that we will not be affected by popularity, and we can use popularity to practice and not be enslaved by popularity. .Only in this way can we not die on the road of practice, and thus achieve success in cultivation.¡±
At this time, there is a Buddhist verse, "The body is a bodhi tree, and the heart is like a mirror stand. Always wipe it diligently so as not to stir up dust." ¡¯ came out of Zhang Ying¡¯s mind.
The old monk continued: "It's easy to say, but hard to do. Although we read the Buddhist scriptures with the heart in mind and forget our nature when we see the situation, how many comrades die under the influence of popularity. Without great wisdom and great perseverance, it is impossible to cultivate Successful."
"It is necessary to be immersed in it, but also to be detached from it. How difficult, how difficult! This is a magic way!" The old monk said with difficulty.
"When our Tianzhu Temple was at its peak, there were three mages, more than seventy novice monks, and hundreds of boys. Now, the mage has passed away, and there are only three novice monks, and two boys."
"I don't dare to practice now, I am afraid that I will die suddenly if I practice. My inheritance of Tianzhu Temple cannot be cut off here!"
Zhang Ying is silent, if he does not advance in the way of practice, he will retreat. It is obviously dangerous for the old monk to do so.
"So" The old monk looked at Zhang Ying.
"So what?" Zhang Ying asked strangely.
"So can you stay and help me take care of some disciples?" The old monk asked with a smile.
Zhang Ying sneered: "If you don't want to, what will you do?"
"Naturally, it is forced to stay." The old monk put away his smile and looked indifferent.
"Looking for death!" Zhang Ying yelled at the police, because he had already smelled a burst of soft fragrance.
"It's late!" the old monk said lightly.
Zhang Ying suddenly felt a burst of peace and joy when the fragrant wind came. An inexplicable joy emerged in my heart. The old monk in front of me was like an old friend. I felt happy when I saw him. It was the joy of reuniting old friends.
'You shouldn't be rough, it's not good, it's not good. ¡¯ The sword energy condensed in Zhang Ying¡¯s hand dissipated, and a smile appeared on his face. You must agree to the words of the old monk.
The old monk also laughed, no matter how strong a person is, he can't oppose himself. Being the Dharma protector of Tianzhu Temple will bring boundless happiness and joy!
At this moment, a huge tiger roar sounded in the temple. This tiger's roar not only made the houses in the temple tremble, but also shook Zhang Ying into a sliver of clarity.
His psychic tiger feels something is wrong and sets out to save himself!
With a "bang bang", the gate of the side hall was knocked open by a giant tiger, and the red tide rushed in, roaring in Zhang Ying's ear!
"All right, all right! I'm back! My ears are going to be deafened!" Zhang Ying touched Chi Chao's tiger's head in disgust, feeling a burst of fear in her heart. I almost found the way of the old monk!
Fortunately, he is not familiar with Hujuguan, and he doesn't know that Hujuguan is always the same heart as human and tiger! If he knew, he would definitely invite the tiger to chat today!
A rough voice came from outside the broken gate: "Master! Are you all right, Master!" Monk Zhuang appeared outside the door with a machete in his hand. The little monk also appeared behind him with a broom. And the indifferent monk appeared next to the side hall.
"Brother, I just said that this is not okay. Just come straight to the hard one, what is the reason!" said the cold monk, and then pushed his palm, and another fragrance hit.
They still ignored Red Tide, thinking that Red Tide was just an ordinary tiger. It was the beast Zhang Ying, a monk, subdued from the mountain.
The fragrance hit Zhang Ying, Chi Chao let out a low growl, and suddenly spit out a sword aura from his mouth. The sword energy flew out like a white silk, instantly cut off the cold monk's arm, and the severed arm flew several feet away.
The indifferent monk was startled, but a smile appeared on his face immediately. He didn't seem to feel any pain, just tapped the wound a few times to stop the bleeding.
"Heh, this Dao is a good beast, so there are Dharma protectors and Dharma protector spirit beasts in the temple!" The cold monk smiled, and suddenly uttered scriptures. The sculptures in the side hall came alive immediately! Move their arms and legs and jump off the next stage!
This is the side hall. Originally, there were many statues of Buddha, Bodhisattva, and Arhat enshrined in the hall. Now these statues moved even more, and rushed towards Chi Chao and Zhang Ying.
Chi Chao spit out sword energy again and again, and these sword energy hit the statue, only hitting bursts of white ash, which could not break the statue at all!
The old monk behind also sighed, took out a wooden fish and knocked it on.
The sound of 'ßËßËßËßË' sounded, which made Zhang Ying feel sick and dizzy again.
Seeing the sculpture approaching with a big knife and giant axe, Zhang Ying didn't even think about it, a small brocade handkerchief appeared on his head. The brocade handkerchief suddenly unfolded, and beams of pearl light shone out.
"Ah! My eyes!" A rough voice shouted, but it was Monk Zhuang who had his eyes burned. He is just an ordinary person who has not started, that is, he has trained all his muscles, and he has no resistance to Zhuguang at all.
"Looking for death!" The cold monk is no longer cold, his tone is a little anxious, and he can recite the spell faster. And those few statues cut at Zhang Ying without hesitation.
"ßÑ!" The big knife and giant ax slashed at the pearly brocade cloud cover, but it couldn't shake the pearly brocade cloud cover at all. Zhang Ying felt at ease, he was still too young, the world was dangerous and he was unprepared, this group of monks would fight in groups if they didn't talk about martial arts, if it wasn't for my pearl brocade cloud cover, wouldn't I be beaten into a pig's head? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)Kimpa. The brocade handkerchief suddenly unfolded, and beams of pearl light shone out.
"Ah! My eyes!" A rough voice shouted, but it was Monk Zhuang who had his eyes burned. He is just an ordinary person who has not started, that is, he has trained all his muscles, and he has no resistance to Zhuguang at all.
"Looking for death!" The cold monk is no longer cold, his tone is a little anxious, and he can recite the spell faster. And those few statues cut at Zhang Ying without hesitation.
"ßÑ!" The big knife and giant ax slashed at the pearly brocade cloud cover, but it couldn't shake the pearly brocade cloud cover at all. Zhang Ying felt at ease, he was still too young, the world was dangerous and he was unprepared, this group of monks would fight in groups if they didn't talk about martial arts, if it wasn't for my pearl brocade cloud cover, wouldn't I be beaten into a pig's head? (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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