The news of Li Ye practicing in the snow reached the ears of Ming Hui, the abbot, and other senior monks in the temple.

Ming Hui looked at the burning incense in the Buddhist hall, shook his head and said: "If the practicing monks in the temple can hone themselves like Junior Brother Mingchen, is there any skill that cannot be practiced to perfection?"

Naturally, Li Ye didn't know what Minghui was thinking. Because the mountain was closed due to heavy snow, he no longer had to sweep the floor. In addition to practicing his sword in the wind and snow every day, he also practiced body skills around the temple's Buddhist hall.

Standing in the wind and snow, no Qi is used, just repeating the action of swinging the sword.

Transform into the wind and snow, use no energy, just simply run without letting yourself fall.

It took him two hours every day to practice swordsmanship.

Practice body skills in the snow for an hour.

Every night, he fell into a deep sleep before Haishi. Even when he was practicing hard in Tianshan, his work and rest were not so punctual.

Li Ye took two of the simplest practices to the extreme.

After the fifth day, the monks in the temple had become accustomed to Li Ye running quickly in the snow every day. They would only occasionally smile and say that the young master no longer had to sweep the floor to clear the snow.

Minghui and several senior brothers would occasionally stand under the eaves of the main hall and quietly look at Li Ye running in the snow.

A senior brother looked at Minghui and said, "I remember that senior brother didn't practice body skills in the snow like my younger brother, right?"

Minghui smiled faintly and said: "Prajna Temple has been lonely for thousands of years, and there are only one senior brother Poxu and one junior brother Mingchen."

That means it is very obvious that your practice and mine are too boring.

Upon hearing this, the senior abbot turned his head to look at him and said in surprise: "How wonderful, these two are both weirdos who practice the supreme method."

When Minghui heard this, he suddenly understood and said, "If you think about it carefully, it really is true."

"I'm looking forward to watching Junior Brother Mingchen practice this supreme Buddhist technique to perfection."

The senior abbot nodded, looked at Minghui and several junior brothers, and said with a smile.

...

However, God is always unwilling to do what people want.

Although Li Ye was not afraid of hard work, he practiced diligently in the snow in Prajna Temple for nearly two months.

Even his snow-cutting swordsmanship has gradually become better, but the introductory snow-stepping body technique he practiced in the Great Buddha Temple has not improved much.

No matter how hard he worked, even if he pushed the six levels of the formless dharma body to the extreme, he still could not reach the state of walking on the snow without a trace.

In the afternoon of this day, after having lunch in the Zhaitang, Li Ye did not go to the main hall to chant sutras, nor did he go back to the small courtyard. Instead, he came to Minghui's Buddhist hall.

Regardless of the snowy look on his body, he knocked on the door twice and pushed in. Lai stood in front of Minghui and looked at him with a pair of pitiful big eyes without saying a word.

"If you don't go to the snow to practice your physical skills, why do you come to my Buddhist hall? Asking for tea or..."

Ming Hui looked at Li Ye, who had a small face that was blown red by the north wind, and asked with a smile.

Li Ye didn't reply, he just stared blankly at the flames in the small tea stove on the table with his eyes open.

Ming Hui thought for a moment, then picked up the kettle and put it on the small tea stove, then added two pieces of charcoal.

"Don't be impatient when drinking tea. The water hasn't even been boiled yet." Ming Hui pointed at the kettle and said.

"I'm not in a hurry to drink tea, but I'm anxious and getting angry." Li Ye, who had been silent for a while, finally said.

"Why are you so anxious? I heard your husband say that you will only be ten years old next spring. Even Wuyou, the youngest in the temple, is one year older than you."

Minghui took out the tea box from the drawer of the Buddhist altar, carefully poured some tea leaves and looked at it in her hand.

"I'm different from them." Li Ye replied stiffly.

Minghui was stunned and put the tea leaves in his hand into the purple clay pot.

He looked at Li Ye and asked, "What's the difference between you and them? Are you just a weakling?"

Li Ye glanced at Minghui and said calmly: "I can't use my true energy."

In fact, he really didn't have the guts to think about why his husband and the old monk in the Great Buddha Temple were so narrow-minded and insisted on sealing off his Dantian to prevent him from using his true energy.

It should be noted that he endured the painful process of cultivating the formless Dharmakaya one by one.

But facing the thick snow, no matter how hard he tried, he could not achieve the state of leaving no trace on the snow as required by the old monk.

Minghui looked at him and smiled, and while holding a kettle and making tea, she said, "I know what you want to say."

"Senior brother, do you know what I am thinking?"

Li Ye leaned forward, looked at Minghui and said.

"From the moment you walked into the house covered in snow, without shaking off the cold air, and with a sad face, how could I not know what you were thinking?"

Minghui smiled and poured a cup of hot tea for Li Ye, and said calmly: "While it's hot."

After hearing this, Li Ye quickly cheered up, reached out to pick up the tea cup in front of him, blew gently twice, and took a shallow sip.

Then he stared into a pair of big eyes and said seriously: "I am very troubled, please give me some advice, senior brother."

Minghui almost laughed when she heard this and picked up the teacup in front of her.

He glanced at Li Ye and said, "Practice is such a simple thing. Otherwise, why would your husband ban your practice and only allow you to use the power of the physical body?"

Li Ye was stunned, and Mr. Xindao told the old monk about this, and the hand holding the tea cup stopped for a moment.

Still shamelessly asked: "How can I practice body skills in the snow without true energy? I spent two months practicing, but no matter how hard I tried, I was always unsatisfied and could not reach the state of leaving no trace on the snow."

Minghui said with a smile: "It hasn't reached the heat yet, just like the water on the stove...it won't boil until it reaches the heat."

"But when I was on Tianshan Mountain, I only had the realm of golden elixir, and I could barely step on the snow without leaving a trace..."

Li Ye was unwilling to give in and struggled to say.

"That's because you can mobilize the true energy in your body and sense the vitality of heaven and earth. It is naturally convenient for you to practice. It is not surprising at all. Now that your husband has sealed your Dantian, if you can still walk on the snow without leaving a trace, then

It’s really awesome.”

Minghui shook his head and glanced at Li Ye.

When Li Ye heard this, he lowered his head and began to think.

"Just like a farmer plowing in the field, the more sweat you shed in the field, the more harvest you will get during the autumn harvest."

"I saw my junior brother's steps were heavy. I thought he had iron blocks tied to his body and he was practicing with a heavy load... If you think about it carefully, if you practiced hard in Prajna Temple for ten years and cultivated the formless dharma body to the perfect state,

After breaking through the ban in Dantian, once the accumulation in the past ten years breaks out, even senior brother can't imagine how far your realm will be broken by then..."

"At that time, you will no longer bear the weight of your body. With your perfect formless Dharmakaya and your joyful and measurable cultivation state, will it be difficult to walk on the snow without leaving a trace?"

Minghui looked at Li Ye who was thinking deeply and said calmly.

Minghui's words seem to have a hidden meaning. Practice in the fields? Breakthrough ten years later?

Li Ye understood all these principles, but he didn't pay attention at all in his hurry.

Li Ye raised his head and looked at Minghui and laughed twice.

Then he asked carefully: "Senior brother, the abbot, and the eminent monks in the temple, can they walk on the snow without leaving a trace?"

Minghui, who was adding water to the kettle, couldn't help but blush when Li Ye asked, and gave him a fierce look.

Said: "You mean, we old guys will fall down in the snow if we are not careful? Or are you saying that after the heavy snow closes the mountain, we will not be able to get out of the Prajna Temple?"

Li Ye was speechless. Seeing Minghui's look like he was about to get angry, he quickly replied: "Junior brother said the wrong thing. With such unpredictable skills as junior brother, he might have been able to fly into the sky and escape from the earth. How can the heavy snow be difficult for him to do this?

you."

After hearing Li Ye's reply, Ming Hui, whose face was flushed, raised her head and sighed deeply, and her face returned to its original appearance.

"No one in the five realms can fly to the sky and escape from the earth, not even your husband! Even if a saint is born, he can't!"

"Why not?" Li Ye blurted out. This was a question he had always wanted to ask his husband but had not asked.

Seeing Li Ye's anxious look, Minghui couldn't help laughing and pointed to her head.

He said with a smile: "Because he doesn't allow it. The rules of heaven in the five realms do not allow cultivators to fly in the sky. This is also to give all living beings a fair living environment. Otherwise, cultivators who have reached the realm of distraction will all fly in the sky."

If we fly away, how can all living beings survive on this earth?"

Although Minghui felt helpless, the compassion of the monks also made him feel the compassion of heaven.

"Except for transcending tribulations and ascending, no one can fly in the five realms. Even if you use the supreme magical power to fly up to a height of ten or a hundred feet, you will still fall down in the end. This is the rule of heaven in the five realms."

At this time, Minghui's face was as calm as water, and the sadness and joy in his heart could not be seen.

Li Ye, who was holding the teacup, was speechless and sighed softly.

At this time, he remembered Xiao Qing's transformation and flew into the sky, and thought that as he saw, only Xiao Qing after transformation could fly freely in the sky of the five realms.

But Xiao Qing does not belong to the creatures in the five realms, not even Mu Mu. He suddenly thought, will one day Mu Mu be able to fly in the sky like Xiao Qing?

And my husband has also been to another world, maybe he can also understand this truth.

It seems that I need to find an opportunity to discuss this issue with my husband. I believe Li Hongxiu will also be very interested in it.

After understanding many things, Li Ye stopped worrying and quietly drank all the tea in the cup.

Then he picked up the pot and poured a cup for Minghui and himself.

Then he looked at him and said quietly: "Junior brother, I have only been focusing on my own practice in the past two months, and almost forgot the meaning of practice itself. Fortunately, I have a senior brother to enlighten me, otherwise even if I spend ten years, I won't necessarily be able to do it."

Can cultivate the formless Dharmakaya to perfection."

Upon hearing this, Minghui nodded with satisfaction.

He smiled and said: "The essence of the practice of formless Dharmakaya lies in 'no form'. From ancient times to the present, there are many people who practice this technique, but the only one who can practice it to perfection is Brother Poxu, because he understands it."

The true meaning of formlessness..."

"That's why the master can step through the void and break through the void."

Li Ye replied thoughtfully.

"The Ta Xue Wuhen you practice also has the word "无". Please understand it well. Sometimes the state of mind is more important than the state of practice. If the state of mind is clear, the state is only a matter of time."

Minghui put down the tea cup in her hand, picked up the Buddhist beads on the table, turned them gently, and began to chant scriptures in her mouth.
Chapter completed!