Qiu Qianren was stunned and said, "Practice Buddhist scriptures?"

The nameless old monk said, "Yes. Shaolin is the orthodox Zen Buddhism, and the ancestor Bodhidharma is also a Buddhist monk. The scriptures he left behind are of course the Buddhist scriptures."

Qiu Qianren said: "But Yi Jin has gained fame in the martial arts world since his experience, so what's going on?"

The nameless old monk shook his head and sighed, "It's just a rumor. The ancestor Bodhidharma who passed on the "Yi Jin Jing" back then only saw the monks sitting and practicing Buddhism without any qi. He was afraid that before everyone reached the wonderful state, the qi and blood had already declined, so he passed on some methods of transporting qi and blood and exerting muscles and bones. However, as a supplement to practicing Buddhism, it is actually not related to martial arts."

Qiu Qianren nodded and said, "So that's it." He also said, "But there are some things that are unreasonable. It is rumored that the ancestor Bodhidharma crossed the river with a reed, without hurting swords and swords, and the seventy-two unique skills that were later circulated in Shaolin. Are they all fake?"

The nameless old monk smiled and said, "It's not all fake. The various magical aspects of Patriarch Bodhidharma are true. However, he was the extremely high level of his practice of Buddhahood, and had become an "Arhat" body, and had his own supernatural powers. As for the seventy-two unique skills, they were created by later generations in the name of Patriarch Bodhidharma, and they were not true teachings."

He sighed and said, "Although the "Yi Jin Jing" is precious, it is a Buddhist scripture after all, and even if written in Sanskrit, it will not be harmful to people. However, there was a monk who loved martial arts and practiced the "Yi Jin Jing". In the end, he used his own strength to integrate martial arts and Buddhist scriptures, and formed his own family and achieved his innate success."

Qiu Qianren said "Huh", showing an interest, and said, "This master is really amazing! Could it be that the descendants of Shaolin martial arts were influenced by this master?"

The old monk said, "It's not bad to say that. However, this monk did something mixed, which was to integrate his understanding of the innate world into the "Yi Jin Jing"."

Qiu Qianrenqi said, "That's great! How come it is mixed?"

The nameless old monk said: "It is of course a good thing for the inheritance of martial arts. However, Buddhism and martial arts are different after all. It is not because of those with extremely talented people and deep blessings. It is impossible to mix the two into one."

"If an ordinary person sees the addition of this monk in the "Yi Jin Jing", it will not only be of no benefit, but will fall into a great danger of being shaken and then lose his body and mind. But before the crisis breaks out, his martial arts will make great progress, and he will easily be immersed in boundless joy, and he will not be able to feel the danger is approaching..."

Qiu Qianren suddenly said, "Master, where is the supplementary part of that monk in the sutra?"

The nameless old monk said: "In the mezzanine of the scriptures, there are some pictures of practicing qigong, which can be seen in the water."

Qiu Qianren said intimately: "So that's it!" When he thought of the experience of You Tanzhi practicing the "Yi Jin Jing" in the original work of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", he suddenly felt enlightened.

The nameless old monk continued: "It was because I was worried that people would discover these figures and practice them randomly that I had the idea of ​​taking back the "Yi Jin Jing". However, since this sutra was destroyed, it would be fine. I could write a copy of it, but those figures..." His face was always dull and entangled.

He stood up from the cushion, paced back and forth, and murmured: "What should I do? Leaving these graphics will cause harm to many people. If you don't leave them, it will be a waste of the efforts of your seniors. It's a pity..."

Qiu Qianren looked at the old monk who was hesitant and couldn't help laughing and said to himself: "Why bother with this? Stay there, stay, and don't leave it!" He advised: "Master Wuming doesn't need to worry too much, just do it according to the master's own ideas."

The nameless old monk was stunned when he heard this, and suddenly froze in the local area. Then his eyes lit up. He clapped his hands and said, "Okay! Let's follow my ideas!" After that, he looked around and picked up a few volumes of scriptures in the pile of waste paper, but they were ancient "Lankavatara Sutra", which was not damaged in the fight just now.

He searched for the four treasures of the study, placed them with the scriptures on a small table, sat cross-legged, then opened the scriptures, found a gap in the inner page, and began to write quickly.

Qiu Qianren looked at the title of the "Lankavatara Sutra" but was shocked.

The nameless old monk wrote very quickly. In just half an hour, he filled the gaps in the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra with words, and then threw his pen and said with a smile: "This is enough."

Qiu Qianren came up and said, "Master, can you please Qiu Mouyi?"

The nameless old monk said: "I just need a fur and donor to correct the axe."

Qiu Qianren flipped the Lankavatara Sutra and read the words left by the nameless old monk. He nodded while reading, especially when he saw "He is strong, and the breeze blows through the hills. He lets him be horizontal, and the bright moon shines on the river. He is cruel and he is evil, and I am full of my true energy." He is even more amazed, and he has no doubts in his heart. This is the "Nine Yang True Sutra"!

After reading the entire scripture, Qiu Qianren turned his gaze to the nameless old monk and said, "The magical skills created by the master are indeed great. If someone can really practice this skill to great success, he will definitely obtain certain innate characteristics, such as the endless birth of internal energy, the indestructible Vajra, and the invincible poisons. However..."

The nameless old monk originally smiled and listened quietly. He heard that there was a turning point in Qiu Qianren's words, so he asked, "How about it?"

Qiu Qianren sighed and said, "This sutra is hard to enter into the innate world! Besides, there are probably few people who can understand the purpose of Buddha first and martial arts. If this important link is missing, the body of cultivation will probably have a lot of flaws. When you have not achieved great success, once you fight with others, you will easily lose your origin and make people fall into a state of exhaustion. After you have achieved great success, your mind will become shaky and easily affected by external influences..."

He said that at this point, he suddenly remembered Master Jueyuan and Zhang Wuji in the Yitian. The former was exhausted and died after taking all his strength. Although the latter practiced the Nine Yang Divine Arts to great success, his mind and nature had a big problem. In his later battle with the Three Du of Shaolin, he became directly deviled.

The old monk in name sighed and said, "The donor's eyes are not bad. First Buddha and then martial arts are the true meaning of this exercise. I entered the sutra into the Lankavatara Sutra to remind the person to focus on practicing Buddhism first. However, people in the world are ignorant, afraid that it is true as the donor's concern." After a pause, I suddenly laughed and said, "Even so, I believe that I must have great wisdom, and those with great blessings will understand the truth and carry forward this exercise. At that time, I was relieved even if I was in the Pure Land."

When the old monk said this, he stood up, stretched out his hand and a long-handled broom leaning against the corner fell on his hand. He walked slowly, sweeping back and forth, and the pieces of paper and wood on the floor, along with the bodies of Murong Bo and Jiumozhi, were all swept by the breath and gradually gathered in the corner.

As he swept his sweep, a breeze filled the attic, and the fallen bookshelf stood up, sliding like a person, gradually arranged in a regular manner. All the books that were kept intact on the ground flew back to the bookshelf, including the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra, mixed in ordinary Buddhist scriptures and entered the bookshelf compartment. The venue suddenly became clean and refreshing.

Seeing this, Qiu Qianren couldn't help but look slightly condensed. He thought he could do the same thing, but he needed to concentrate and be serious. He did it like an old monk without any energy, but it was beyond his ability. He couldn't help but bow to the old monk and said respectfully: "Master Wuming is good at doing it! Qiu admires it!"

The nameless old monk said: "It's just a small way. Didn't Master Qiu want to ask about the innate way? I can answer you now: the innate way is your own way."

Qiu Qianren murmured: "Our own way?"

The nameless old monk leaned the broom against the corner, turned his gaze back to Qiu Qianren, and said, "No. Any master of the innate realm can achieve the only path, the only path, and the only skill. No matter how well others imitate it, even if they copy it completely to no flaw, they will not achieve the innate."

When Qiu Qianren heard this, he thought of his own experience and felt enlightened. He nodded in agreement and said, "Indeed." Then he showed suspicion and said, "Since that is the case, how can the innate way be passed on? What is the meaning of inheriting it?"

The nameless old monk laughed and said, "The donor is attached to the appearance! The innate way taught by innate masters is not to let future generations practice according to this and enter the innate. Instead, he inherits his own innate experience and gives future generations a reference."

Qiu Qianren thought for a while and said, "Those who learn from me live, and those who are like me die?"

The nameless old monk clapped his hands and praised, "It is this principle." He also shouted: "When we treat the innate classics left by us, the third-class mediocre people will practice them randomly, and they will naturally have many diseases; second-class ordinary people can read the text according to their books, although they cannot achieve the great way, but they can also make some progress. Only with first-class people, talent and blessings, can they create unique ideas on the basis of our ancestors, become one of our own, and become a fellow like us!"

Qiu Qianren smiled and said, "Master, now, some martial artists are full of energy!"

The nameless old monk also smiled and said, "I am a warrior, how can I not be full of energy?"

The two looked at each other, clasped each other with four hands, and laughed at the same time.

The nameless old monk stopped laughing and said, "I want to preach here. Can the donor leave a testimony?"

Qiu Qianren's eyes showed a very complicated expression. He just held the hands of the nameless old monk and felt that the other party's body was faint and empty, and there was a sign of oil and dryness. He couldn't help but sigh that life, death, illness and death are common, and even innate masters cannot avoid it.

He spoke up, but noticed the relief and joy in the eyes of the nameless old monk, so he turned his head and said, "I can't ask for it!"

The two of them came downstairs together, left the Sutra Pavilion, and came to a grassy field in front of the pavilion. The nameless old monk let go of Qiu Qianren's hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, with a solemn appearance, shouting, "I want to preach here, if you are destined to come and listen." The sound was like waves scattered, clearly spreading to everyone in Lin Temple.

When the monks in He Temple heard the sound, they were all shocked. Xuansheng was monitoring not far away and led the monks to come. In addition, monks everywhere rushed here. After a while, they saw bald heads around, almost filling the courtyard. Among them, there were not only monks with the Dharma name in the temple, but also some monks and servants who did not have Dharma names were mixed in and looked around.

The nameless old monk started to talk about it now, but what he said was the basic principles in some Buddhist scriptures, simple stories, and no private speculation.

After hearing this, the monks showed different expressions. Some were surprised, some were disdainful, and some were confused. Only Qiu Qianren stood beside him, listening with relish.

He listened to what the nameless old monk said, combined it with what he realized, and discovered the same things from time to time, and bursts of joy surged in his heart.

After a while, the nameless old monk suddenly stopped and spoke for a moment, and then wrote a verse: "Don't seek far away from Lingshan Mountain, Lingshan Mountain is only in your heart. Everyone has a Lingshan Pagoda, so that they can practice under Lingshan Pagoda." He also said: "Cultivating Buddha is to cultivate the mind, please remember." After saying this, his head hangs slightly, his eyes closed, but he passed away silently.
Chapter completed!