Early the next morning, Li Ye finished sweeping the fallen leaves on the stone steps at the mountain gate, placed the broom on the stone steps in the square outside the main hall, and continued yesterday's practice with his bamboo sword.

At this time, the pilgrims at the foot of the mountain had not yet gone up the mountain, and there was no one in the square. It was a good time for him to practice his sword.

The bamboo sword in his hand was swung gently, never using any force. Then the force gradually increased, and the speed of rotation became faster.

The swirling nests formed by the leaves on the bluestone board, which were rolled up by the sword wind, became larger and larger.

The leaves gathered into cocoons and rolled across the square... Not a single leaf was left on the bluestone floor where the cocoons rolled, and the scope of the cocoons rolling became wider and wider.

Halfway through the scroll, the morning lessons in the main hall were finished.

The monks followed their respective masters out of the hall one by one. Looking at the leaf cocoons rolling in the square, the monks they had seen yesterday shook their heads.

Pointing at Li Ye in the square, he said: "It seems that young master Mingchen is addicted to practice. The speed of scrolling seems to be faster than yesterday."

But the monks of the Ming Dynasty who didn't know the truth turned around and asked their disciples.

He asked: "Did the rolling tree cocoons in the square really pick up the dust from Minghui's sweep? Isn't he unable to practice? Why is there such a loud movement?"

Unable to see the joy and sorrow, Wu Xin whispered back to his master: "Master, I heard from Junior Brother Wuyou that Junior Uncle Mingchen is practicing the body and mind method in the temple, and he has already reached the sixth level.

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"What? Mingchen has practiced the Formless Dharmakaya to the sixth level? Hasn't it only been more than a month since he came to the temple? The disciples who have been practicing in the temple for decades are only on the sixth level..."

The unintentional master frowned and expressed doubt.

"Uncle Master, I heard from Master Minghui that Mingchen had practiced the first few levels of the "Shadowless Dharmakaya" in the world before coming to Fangcun Mountain. The sixth level of the Heart Dharma was also obtained from the Qingliang Temple in the Central Region...

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Wuyou came out from behind, stood beside Wuxin, pointed at Li Ye in the square and said.

"He has practiced cultivation since he was in this world? But how old is he? He seems to be younger than you, Wuyou, right?"

Master Wuxin and Wuyou shook his head and said.

Wu Xin heard this, and thinking about it, seeing the confusion on his master's face, he had to look behind him and said while looking: "Master, I have to ask Uncle Minghui about this matter. He is the only one who knows about Junior Uncle Mingchen."

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"Okay, I know about this, you should leave now! Don't disturb Mingchen's practice! Wuyou, just watch here. If there are pilgrims coming up the mountain in a while, tell me to stop my uncle's practice!"

Wuyou's master glanced at Li Ye in the square and led Wuxin towards the Buddhist hall behind the main hall.

...

Li Ye in the square was immersed in the joy of practicing. When he and Mu Mu were practicing in the Tianshan Mountains, he would occasionally roll up a bunch of pine needles and fallen leaves outside the wooden house and let him use them to sweep the floor and practice his sword skills.

He completely forgot that there were many monks in the hall, staring at him in stunned silence.

Master Minghui swept the grounds casually and calmly for ten years without attracting much attention from the monks in the temple. Even the believers who came to the temple to offer incense and pray for Buddha did not know that he was an enlightened monk in the temple.

Li Ye came to Prajna Temple just over a month ago. Not to mention that when he first took over Ming Hui's broom, the eyes of all the monks in the temple lit up. From then on, there was a junior sweeper in the temple.

Later, when Master Minghui was so happy, he actually recognized Li Ye as his junior disciple, so there was another junior junior uncle who was sweeping the floors in the temple.

This gave the monks someone to chat with during their practice, and now Li Ye was actually practicing sword practice and sweeping the floor at the same time, causing an uproar in the square outside the main hall.

Even Master Minghui turned a blind eye. After finishing morning lessons, he turned around and entered his Buddhist hall without even looking at Li Ye in the square.

This time, the monks were surprised. The physical state of the young uncle who was unable to practice was actually comparable to that of his senior brothers and sisters who had been practicing in the temple for more than ten years.

Wuyou, who was guarding outside the main hall, raised his head and looked at the sky.

He shouted to Li Ye in the square at the top of his lungs: "Uncle Mingchen, it's getting late. The pilgrims at the foot of the mountain are about to enter the mountain gate. Uncle Mingchen wants you to collect your power!"

Li Ye, who was getting excited about practicing, was stunned when he heard Wuyou roar.

Then I thought that I was practicing swordplay in the square at the mountain gate, and it would be really bad if the believers who came to offer incense at the foot of the mountain bumped into me.

He might injure someone if he was not careful, so he stopped his sword and rolled it into the corner of the square wrapped in a large ball of fallen leaves... In just a moment, the square became quiet.

Li Ye took the basket on his back and packed the fallen leaves on the ground. Then he carried the sweeper and slowly swept the fallen leaves that had not been swept in the corners around the square.

Every move and every moment of stillness is cultivation. When you move, you cultivate your body, and when you are still, you cultivate your mind.

Li Ye held the broom and swept the fallen leaves in the square unhurriedly, but in his mind he was thinking about Brother Minghui's state of mind when he was sweeping the floor in the past ten years.

Minghui, who was an elder in the temple, actually wore a coarse monk's robe and had been sweeping the floor of Prajna Temple for ten years without making a sound.

Although it is easy to say that the path is easy, it is just a matter of choice. However, it is indeed difficult to do it for ten years without being sad or happy.

"Senior Brother Minghui has been sweeping for ten years, can I persist for ten years?"

Li Ye thought to himself, thinking that if he could not complete the ninth level of practice of the Formless Dharmakaya in ten years, maybe he could persist in sweeping the floor for ten years.

But if you complete your practice within seven or eight years, your practice in Prajna Temple will also end.

After all, his parents and sister are still waiting for him in Fengyun City, and he doesn't know how the young lady on Phoenix Mountain will feel about him in eight or ten years.

Xia Wutonghui in the Imperial City of the Central Region, if she follows her master Tang Qiuyu and the two of them to Fangcun Mountain in the West Xuan Region and asks him for advice on how to practice, what kind of method will she use when they meet again?

How do you feel about treating her?

As he thought about it, Li Ye felt that his heart was a little confused.

Walking on the square outside the main hall with a bamboo basket on my back, I looked back at the solemn Buddhist temple.

In my mind, I have not seen the Buddha for a long time. It is time to go to the Buddha and recite the Ksitigarbha Sutra and cultivate my state of mind.

After lunch, Li Ye went back to the small courtyard to wash up and rest in bed for another year.

When it was past half hour, I came to the main hall on the square with a volume of "Ksitigarbha Sutra" in my hands, found a corner to meditate, then lowered my eyebrows and lowered my head and chanted the scriptures softly.

After a while, the sound of Li Ye chanting sutras rang out in the empty hall, and even the pilgrims coming down from the mountain felt strange.

This little monk, who looks like a pale gray face, is wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe and holding a scroll of scriptures. He does not chant sutras during morning classes, but at the end of the day, he hides in a corner and chants quietly.

If Li Ye hadn't looked so majestic, all the pilgrims would have wondered whether the young monk was reciting sutras.

"...The sense of karma is like this. The karma is so great that it can rival Sumeru, go deep into the vast sea, and obstruct the holy path. Therefore, all living beings should not underestimate small evils and think that they are innocent."

Sitting cross-legged in the corner of the hall, Li Ye didn't know what the monks and pilgrims on duty thought of him.

Just hold the scriptures and recite them sentence by sentence. When you read the wonderful points of the scriptures, a faint Buddha light will rise behind you.

After a while, a layer of faint golden Buddha light was shrouded behind his thin body, which echoed the Buddhas on the altar and formed an indescribable scenery in the main hall.

The monk on duty looked at the treasures that Li Ye brought when he chanted the sutra, and couldn't help but sit down in front of the Buddha and started chanting along with Li Ye...

The believers who were offering incense in the main hall had never seen such a solemn treasure. They immediately knelt in front of the Buddha and kowtowed to the Buddhas on the altar.

Then he turned around and knelt down to Li Yezu, who had closed his eyes and was still, but kept chanting sutras.

Xindao: Today is a good day, and I actually met the living gods and Buddhas.

The curious senior brother ran all the way, passed several levels of Buddhist halls, and found Wuyou who was wiping the Buddhist altar.

He whispered: "Junior Brother Wuyou, Uncle Mingchen entered the main hall today to chant sutras. The Buddha's light spread out and gave birth to many treasures, which shocked the guests who were offering incense. Do you want to tell Uncle Minghui?"

The round-faced Wuyou who was wiping the Buddhist altar was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

He turned his head and looked at the senior brother behind him, and said: "I remember that Master Mingchen has not been tonsured. He is just a layman who comes to the temple to practice. If the Buddha's light can spread? I have to ask Master Minghui."

After saying that, he handed the rag in his hand to the senior brother behind him, and ran all the way to Master Minghui's Buddhist hall.

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"What's all the fuss about? I've known about this for a long time! Your uncle Mingchen didn't have the opportunity to become a monk in this life, but he was born with sufficient Buddha nature, which gave me a headache...Are you surprised?"

"That's because you haven't practiced seriously. In the future, you can ask your little master uncle Mingchen for Buddhist teachings. He can teach you what I can teach you. It will be easier for you young people to communicate together."

Minghui looked at Wuyou's confused look and said with a smile.

"My disciple has been a monk in the temple since he was a child. Could it be that his understanding of Buddhism is not as good as that of my junior uncle Mingchen, who is practicing half-way?"

Wuyou shook his head, with a puzzled look on his face.

When Master Minghui heard this, an angry look appeared on his face.

He stretched out his finger to knock Wuyou on the head, and said in an iron-clad tone: "Cut all doubts and create faith, and you must follow the sect...Didn't your master teach you this? If he didn't teach you

, I’m going to knock him on the head!”

When Wuyou heard this, he stayed in the Buddhist hall of Master Minghui, as if he had fallen into an epiphany.

After half a stick of incense had passed, Wuyou raised his head and looked at Minghui and the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar behind him. He lay down and kowtowed to the Bodhisattva and then to Master Minghui.

He said happily: "My master has taught us this truth, but my disciple, Yu Ben, has never understood this truth. Today, I got a lesson from my master and suddenly understood many things that I couldn't understand in the past.

....."

Minghui looked at Wuyou kneeling in front of her, reached out and gently stroked his head.

He sighed softly and said: "The relationship between your uncle Mingchen and Prajna Temple is only ten years at most. If you are close to him, you should cherish it. If you don't understand something, you can ask him for advice."

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Chapter completed!