I haven't been asleep for a night and am full of energy.

Walking out of the Zen room, Su Yang had only one thought in his heart: Cultivating immortals will make me happy!

After farewell to Chunyan, Su Yang began to practice true and qi cultivation in the Zen room according to the contents of the "Immortal Sutra".

These books are from the Immortal Palace, and are verified by Zhucao, which is extremely credible. Moreover, these methods of exhaling, breathing, calming the mind and keeping quiet are not restricted by meridians. They are to teach you how to breathe and how to control the mind. As long as you can understand the words, you can practice according to the method.

The methods of taking Qi in this immortal scripture include the six steps of one step, one step, two Tao, three adjustment, four swallowing, five elements, and six refining. Intake of Qi is to push the tip of the tongue against the upper palate when breathing, while naughty is to hold the breath three times and press the five internal organs with your hands to extract miscellaneous air. Regulating Qi is to inhale with the nose and expel the air with your mouth. When swallowing, swallowing Qi is to swallow completely and hold the air when the mouth and tongue produces fluid, and then allow the internal and external qi to communicate with Yunmen Qihai. Transforming Qi is the middle dantian where the mind reaches, irrigate the fluid of the mouth and tongue irrigate the five internal organs. Refining Qi is to count the numbers silently when exhaling this time, hold the breath one after another, and then slowly exhale it.

This method of taking breathing and breathing is not a day. Su Yang practiced it for more than an hour and didn't feel any qi. Instead, he held his breath and sweated all over his body... Well, this is said in the Immortal Sutra [sweating all over his body is the effect].

After drinking the remaining dandelion soup last night, Su Yang ate another steamed bun, then left the gate of Baochan Temple, circled around Baochan Temple, looked at the surrounding environment, checked whether there were any beast footprints in the mountains, picked some mushrooms, and collected some hibiscus leaves and returned to Baochan Temple.

Since crossing over, Su Yang has been running around. Now he is rare to settle down in Baochan Temple. He has no information from his adopted son, and he has no time to do personal hygiene.

Three large buckets of water were poured out in the well, boiled them one by one, and moved out the large water tank that the monk used to store water. The hibiscus leaves were wrapped in knee cloth, and after rubbing, foam came out. With this foam, Su Yang washed his hair first, and then took a hot bath to wash away the dirt.

Recently, he has been exhausted. Now that he has free time, Su Yang takes out his dirty clothes, cleans them with wood ash, and hangs them on the iron tree on the east side of the yard.

He added water to the horse and let the horse eat grass there. Su Yang searched for some thin ropes to pick it up, found some edamames in the mountains, chiseled a piece of edamame on it, searched for a thin bamboo outside the temple, and cut it into small sections. When he was walking outside the temple, he walked to the area where most pheasants were mostly sprinkled, and the chiseled edamames were also placed there. People hid in the grass beside, quietly waiting for the pheasants to take the bait.

This method of fishing chickens was originally seen by Su Yang in an essay, and it seems to be from a strange man in the world. Now Su Yang is the only one who can try it out.

The mountains and forests are sparsely populated, and the temple where Su Yang is located is even less crowded. Therefore, there are many pheasants in the mountains. After Su Yang put these beans there for a while, pheasants were already hooked, and they were radiant. When they fell on the ground, they started pecking beans. When they pecked the beans pulled by Su Yang's rope, Su Yang quickly stood up, straightened the rope, and the bamboo tube in his hand went with the flow, and put them straight along the straightened rope to the pheasant's mouth.

The beans are in the pheasant's mouth, and the bamboo tube is wrapped around the mouth. The two thrusts collapse together. The pheasant cannot open his mouth and spit out the beans, so he can only be caught by Su Yang.

When the pheasant got his hand, Su Yang pinched his neck and twisted it to death. He didn't know the taste of the meat for many days. Now when he saw this pheasant, Su Yang was jealous and caught another pheasant according to this method. He returned to Baochan Temple and arranged the two pheasants clearly. One pheasant stewed mushrooms and the other wrapped in mud as beggar chicken.

He made the two chickens, and perhaps because he had enough energy after taking jade liquid, Su Yang had nothing to do, so he simply fed a bucket of water and took a piece of cloth to the front hall. The Zen room had been cleaned, so he could just clean the front hall, so he would not waste his stay here.

The front hall is not spacious, with only one statue of a monk, and the altar is covered with dust. In addition, the murals on both sides of the east and west can attract Su Yang's attention.

"Oh? Did I not pay attention yesterday?"

Su Yang stopped, threw the rag into the bucket, and looked at the mural on the wall with a burning look.

On the wall on the west side, there was a monk saying that the first monk had a haggard face, wearing a monk's robe, and sat upright on the cushion, like a picture of Sakyamuni's ascetic practice. Under this monk, all the monks were sitting on the ground with different expressions, either angry or happy, or anxious.

These murals are lifelike and are watched intently, as if they are on the spot.

Then Su Yang looked at the mural on the east side.

The murals on the west side are Buddhas saying, while the murals on the east side are scattered flowers, each with beautiful and beautiful. Su Yang looked at them carefully and felt that almost all the women in front of him came alive.

Menglongtan, Jiangxi Province, and Zhu Xiaolian's guest were in the capital. I occasionally walked into a Lanruo, and the palace and the Zen houses were not very spacious, but the only old monk was hanging in the bunks. When he saw the guest in, he walked out in a stern clothes and walked out, and he guided and rejoiced. The statue of Zhigong in the hall was sculpted. The two murals were exquisitely painted, and the characters were like life. The eastern murals were scattered with flowers, and a drooping man in the inner murals, holding flowers and smiling, cherry lips were about to move, and their eyes were about to flow...

Painting a wall?

It's not such a coincidence.

Su Yang rubbed his hands and said that the story of painting the wall was nothing. The scholar stared at the girl in the painting and kept looking at it. Then the girl in the painting introduced him into the painting. The two of them were happy. Then a golden armored god came to search for the man. The scholar hid in the bed, and his ears were buzzing. He couldn't remember where he came from for a moment. Fortunately, the monk enlightened him and let the scholar come down.

If this is a wall painting, then this monk is Baozhi?

Su Yang turned his face to look at the statue again. This was a Zen monk, who was said to be very supernatural. As for where the supernatural is... he clicked x before he finished reading the post.

Turning his head, Su Yang stared at the murals in front of him. Everything he saw was full of fairies, and they all appeared vividly...

"Haha, I'm really possessed."

After staring at him for a while, Su Yang laughed.

So what if you are painting a wall? So what if you are not painting a wall? Take the risk of not being able to get out and find someone to come?

He turned around decisively, cleaned the front hall, and wiped the mural. Su Yang sprinkled clean water on the front hall. As the time was about to be over, he returned to the kitchen and took out the beggar chicken, peeled off the yellow mud, and felt the fragrance swelling in his face.

When he tore open the chicken legs, Su Yang stuffed it into his mouth regardless of the heat. A beggar chicken was stuffed into Su Yang's mouth in a few seconds. He didn't eat meat for many days. Even if the chicken was not very successful, Su Yang felt particularly fragrant.

"Dongdongdongdongdong."

Su Yang was eating deliciously. When he heard a knock at the door, he ate the meat in his hand, put the bones aside, and washed his hands roughly. Su Yang hurried to the front hall.

When I arrived at the front hall, I saw a Taoist standing outside Baochan Temple. He was wearing a green Taoist jacket, a hairpin on his head, a whisk in his hand, and a Bagua plate hanging around his waist. Seeing that he was only in his thirties, he was stunned after seeing Su Yang and asked bluntly: "Where is the monk here?"

"The monk ran away."

Seeing this Taoist priest, Su Yang suspected that he was a pursuer, but he also placed himself as an ordinary passerby and said, "There is no one in this temple. When I came, there was a thick layer of dust. It was difficult to walk. Let's take a break here for the time being."

The Taoist frowned and walked in with great strides. After entering the door, he looked at the wall on the west side, sighed and said, "It's true."

Su Yang was just one side. Seeing this situation, he knew something was wrong and asked quickly: "What is it?"

"well……"

The Taoist priest sighed, turned his face and said to Su Yang seriously: "Little brother, you are still young. If you cherish your life, you should leave early."

Could it be that there is something different about the wall painting?

Su Yang was puzzled but had a smile on his face. He looked at the Taoist priest and said, "Master, if you want to monopolize this temple, you don't have to do this. I will stay here for a month and a half, and I may not come again."

"Little brother!"

The Taoist priest looked at Su Yang, pointed to the mural on the west side and asked, "Look at how many monks are there in this mural?"

Su Yang looked at the mural, counted silently, and said, "There are a total of sixteen monks in the mural."

"But there was only one monk in this picture at first."

The Taoist priest pointed at the monk in the center. It was the monk who was thin and wearing a monk's robes, sitting like a picture of Sakyamuni's asceticism. The Taoist priest continued: "This monk is called Hongen, the host of Baochan Temple. After his death, this mural was found. At the beginning of this mural, there was only one monk Hongen, but then, the monks in Baochan Temple began to gradually disappear..."

The Taoist priest pointed to the mural, went down from the center of Monk Hongen, and pointed in turn, saying: "Avoid anger, greed, ignorance..."

Every missing monk has a clear appearance on the mural. Then the monks in Baochan Temple ran away and disappeared. It has been about ten years since the mural started, and the monks in Baochan Temple were also scattered cleanly.

“Oh…”

Su Yang smacked his lips and felt a little chill in his heart.

"Master, how did you know these things?"

Su Yang looked at the Taoist priest and asked.

The Taoist looked at the murals on the east and west sides, and there seemed to be nostalgia in his eyes, saying, "Because this mural was painted by my master..."

I'm talking about it, your master is really a lot of things...

"Although my master is a Taoist priest, he is quite close to Master Hongen. After encountering another frustration, he lived next to Master Hongen in the mountain. The two often talked about Buddhism and Taoism. Master Hongen passed away. My master painted with a magic pen, leaving behind Master Hongen's face here, and leaving behind a fairy face on the east side, saying that Master Hongen could see it, but couldn't eat it..."

The Taoist priests have infinite nostalgia.

"What about your master?"

Su Yang asked.
Chapter completed!