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Volume 3. Guyu Chapter 367. Shaolin Zen

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    PS: Thank you to brother ¡®Yi Nian Hu¡¯ for your monthly ticket, thank you to ¡®Tianren Wusei 001¡¯ for your second monthly ticket this month, and thank you to ¡®Elegance Hero¡¯ for your fourth monthly ticket this month. Thank you!  This chapter has been revised twice, so I delayed updating it until now. I will try to write the next chapter before 12pm!  "The grass in the Dharma Hall grows, and the rain disperses the disciples" This sentence refers to the fact that under the secret suppression of the Qing court who believed in Tibetan Buddhism, the Shaolin Temple, which represents the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism in Han Dynasty, gradually fell into chaos over more than two hundred years.  A scene of ruin.  Although Yongzheng and Qianlong later showed some kindness on the surface, in fact their suspicion of Shaolin Temple never stopped, not to mention that compared with the heyday of the Tang, Song and Ming dynasties when there were 5,000 pavilions and pavilions, it was naturally unacceptable.  Same thing.  What worries Shaolin people the most is that the dissemination and inheritance of Zen Buddhism has become difficult because of the restrictions imposed by the Qing court.  Therefore, later there were the Hongmen Shaolin Five Patriarchs who fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty, and even the Northern Boxing went south and the emergence of Fujian Shaolin.  By the end of the Qing Dynasty, Shaolin boxing martial arts followed the Hongmen lineage to Southeast Asia. Only then did the eminent monks who truly cared about Zen Buddhism realize that the so-called Buddha crossing all living beings is not as good as saying all living beings crossing the Buddha.  Shaolin people have never forgotten the glory of the "Twelve Zen Forests in Ten Directions, Five Thousand Pavilions and Ten Thousand Buddha Pagodas".  This is not only the inheritance of Shaolin martial arts for thousands of years, but also the Taoist inheritance of the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism in Han Dynasty.  In the eyes of people of this era, for important matters such as the inheritance of Taoism, so-called personal grudges or even the reputation of a master.  have become less important.  So, those Zen masters who are not immersed in the style of Master Huang En Haodang.  One after another, they put on Baina cassocks made of real rags and linen pieces, and walked alone in the world of mortals In order to promote Zen Buddhism, some even traveled across the ocean, spreading their footprints all over the East, Southeast Asia, and even more.  The distant West In order to maintain the incense of Shaolin Taoism, some secretly acted for local governors Therefore, even Feng Guozhang took advantage of the wind to set fire to Hankou, turning this world-famous oriental commercial port into a hellish sea of ??fire and suffering.  Monk Miaoke did not take advantage of Yuan Shikai's courtesy to him to stop him.     Three days and nights.  A prosperous commercial port with a radius of 30 miles.  It becomes the scorched earth hell mentioned in Buddhist scriptures.  But Kuhai Miaoke had no time to chant sutras for these innocent souls, because he wanted to go into the city in person to assassinate the revolutionary leader named Huang Xing before Feng Guozhang attacked or destroyed Hanyang just for the promise Yuan Shikai made to Shaolin.  promise.  "If I don't go to hell, who will?"  Who can understand that behind the beautiful story of the Thirteen Shaolin monks saving the King of Tang, there are so many political struggles and life and death conflicts involved in the Tian family Even many Shaolin disciples have devoted themselves to the vigorous revolution through their connections with Hongmen.  But Kuhai Miaoke still led his group of monks unswervingly.  He followed the Beiyang Army that captured Hankou from a distance, and continued to travel around the world as the army set off.  Since there are already Shaolin disciples who are working for democracy and the common people, then naturally there is also a need for Shaolin monks who stand on the side of the warlords who represent the old forces.  This is the only way to maintain Shaolin Zen Taoism for thousands of years.  As for whether it will leave eternal infamy, that is no longer within the scope of Kuhai Miaoke's consideration.  "You should be careful when entering the city. If you don't have the chance, don't take action by force. Whether you go straight back to the temple or continue to practice hard in the world of mortals depends on your own Zen heart" "Amitabha" Several people wearing robes  The Shaolin monks wearing linen cassocks and bamboo hats all chanted the Buddha's name in unison, but little did they know that Kuhai Miaoke still had one word left unsaid.  "I hope there won't be another martial arts master in the city" Kuhai Miaoke held the nine-ringed tin staff in his hand and looked at the six monk disciples who came to beg with him and silently turned away.  Unconsciously, there was a slight wave of excitement in my heart Who would have thought that Shaolin, which has a reputation overseas, would be here now.  There are only more than 200 monks who can maintain their Zen mind and practice hard in the temple, and more disciples of the sect are living among the people in various forms Xueting Hengsha, the thirty-sixth generation disciple of Shaolin Temple, Wu  The monk in the monastery was looking at the master who was hesitant to speak. His lips moved instinctively several times, but in the end he was still unable to say what was in his heart. When the figures of the five junior disciples gradually faded away, he turned around and walked along  The rushing river moved slowly His ears were like pendulums that moved automatically in the windless way. Not only could he clearly hear the sigh of Master Kuhai Miaoke, but he could also hear the faint heartbeat of another person in the air Everyone  ?His own way, his way is to keep the inheritance of the monks among the people The night gradually deepened a little deeper, and the heartbeat left on the shore gradually became like a morning bell, and with the sound of footsteps  came, the bell that seemed to come from the ancient times finally enveloped Kuhai Miaoke "You are here!" Kuhai Miaoke sat quietly on the scorched earth that still belonged to Hankou, with a face full of self-blame.  With a somewhat difficult expression, he smiled bitterly "Master, have you seen me?" "I have never met the donor" "Then master" Looking at Miaoke, who had a sad face and a secret desire to die in his heart, Yang Meng  Suddenly he didn't want to say any more. After silently clasping his fists and saluting, he turned around and prepared to leave. However, before he could take two steps, he suddenly heard Kuhai Miaoke opening his mouth behind him and chanting the Buddha's name again "Amitabha, although I have never seen him before.  But the more than two hundred corpses told me the appearance of the donor" "Oh? Did you understand what I left on them?" Kuhai Miaoke smiled bitterly and nodded, "You heard it clearly.  !" Yang Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated again, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "I understand, but you still have to come!" "I have to come for Shaolin!"  "Very good!" YangMeng nodded in understanding, and then stood motionless in front of Kuhai Miaoke.  "I have never had any grudges with Shaolin, but the master is a guest from afar. I can give him a ride" "It is difficult to cross the sea of ??hardships. I thanked the benefactor, but before leaving, I still want to see those disciples again!"  Kuhai Miaoke stood up from the ground solemnly, holding the shiny nine-ring tin staff in his hand. Yang Meng's face showed an inexplicable smile, "Since I can stay here with you at ease,  The master is discussing Buddhism. How can there be no one in Hanyang City to entertain several great Shaolin monks? "Master, how many of them can come back from this trip?" The wrinkles on Kuhai Miaoke's face were squeezed, and a hint of fatigue appeared in his voice.  And sad, "It's true that I underestimated the monkey, so I have to keep this ugly skin for the time being and go to Hanyang to see it before I can feel at ease!" "I said that the master is a guest from afar, no matter what the master plans.  Yang naturally wants to do as he pleases! "YangMeng's arms fell together, and his knees instinctively bent with the falling posture of his arms. Although he had not taken any further action, his spine was slightly arched.  , but it showed that he was in a state of preparation, just waiting for the sea of ??suffering to move.  He will launch a thunderous strike at any time "The monkey god is close to the Tathagata in his kung fu. Although he does not have the essence of Taoism's Yangshen, he has enlightened the immovable and moving mudra heart method of Tantric Buddhism. Lao Na has a Zen sect's great wisdom mudra here, and  Please give me some advice from the monkey god" Because I care about a few monk disciples.  Kuhai Miaoke finally stopped stalling for time, twisted her wrist and moved her fingers.  Then he made a strange seal on his hand. Although it looked very similar to the Tantric hand seal, the almost dead breath on his body was instantly swept away and turned into a void Although this hand looks like  Simple, but it has broken away from the concept of killing to stop killing in Chinese martial arts, and has been sublimated from pure martial arts to spiritual practice such as Zen martial arts Therefore, although the old monk did not really launch an offensive, the energy emanating from him  The powerful force field brought challenges and pressures to Yang Meng, even more than Pankrasin, who had trained his body to transcend the human body Yang Meng's face was solemn and solemn, and his hands were extremely solemn and slowly changed in the air.  Get up From the hands, face and even body of the old monk, there is nothing shiny or detached from the human body. On the contrary, it looks very dirty and dilapidated. But on this Baina cassock, which is like a beggar's clothes, there is nothing  Unknowingly, it exuded a spiritual resonance that shocked people In the dust on the cassocks, Yang Meng could vaguely see that they were walking and begging for food. They never stayed in any common people's homes, but only spent the night under trees, bridges and even in the open air.  Mark of.  From the old monk's thin figure and even the alms bowl in his hand, Yang Meng could clearly see that there were even more than a dozen uneaten grains of brown rice inside, telling them that they followed the Zen precepts of eating once a day and not eating after lunch  This is a great Zen monk who truly cultivates his soul. If he faced ordinary martial arts masters or even ordinary people, they would only think that the old monk was just a common man, and they would even have no scruples because of his personal likes and dislikes.  They looked coldly at each other and even spoke harshly But Yang Meng was a martial arts master who had practiced to the point of being almost Tathagata. From the body of the old monk who had practiced asceticism for thousands of miles, he saw the truly terrifying power of Zen Buddhism in spiritual practice.Here, from the fluttering movements of the old monk's hands, I felt an unprecedented boxing realm and even a spiritual challenge  With his hands, he could understand the hidden kung fu in the old monk's body just like Ku Hai Miao could understand the words left by Yang Meng from the corpse of the Beiyang Army!  ¡°According to the Taoist Neijiaquan theory, this tall monk who looks thin has obviously reached a state beyond Huandan According to the theory of Shaolin Zen, this state is the relic.  The so-called relics are all dharmas that are empty, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing. It can be said that after returning to the realm of elixir, the Qi and blood are endless, the skill of the superior Taoist cultivators Yang Meng  His efforts have already passed the point of attaining the Tao and enlightening him. Every move he makes has traces of the Tao and Tianxin. Especially after he integrates his spirit into the hearts of all people, he is constantly comprehending the mystery of the so-called changes in the Tao of Heaven, and is constantly sublimating.  Based on his own way of practicing Kung Fu But this handprint of the old monk has gone beyond the level of public opinion and heaven's heart. It has reached a level where it is almost like a rainbow in the daytime but it has been plunged into the rolling world of mortals This hand does not show anything.  There is no fear in terms of energy or technique, but when Yang Meng faced this cashier, he felt as if the old monk was no longer in this world "The person is in front of you, but you can't lock it with Qi, even  Even the people he saw felt extremely unreal.  This kind of competition has gone beyond the realm of actual martial arts combat or boxing killing, but a direct torture on the spiritual level Therefore, although Yang Meng's hands changed, his spirit unconsciously fell into a vague state.  Confused, "What a Shaolin Zen, what a Mahamudra of immortality!" ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­
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