It was already midnight when Li Ye woke up.

When I opened the door, the thick night fog had already enveloped the Prajna Temple.

He sighed softly, thinking that being too sleepy was indeed a waste of time.

I found a lantern and lit it. I held the lantern in my left hand, closed the courtyard door with my right hand, and walked through the heavy night fog to Minghui's Buddhist hall.

Far outside the main hall, there are already monks on duty holding lamps on the corridors of the Buddhist hall. Looking from a distance, there is a sense of mystery in the tranquility.

When Li Ye, carrying a lantern in his hand, knocked on the door and walked into Minghui's Buddhist hall, two teacups were already placed on the table, and the water on the stove was already boiling and steaming.

Li Ye was startled and asked, "How did senior brother know that I was coming?"

Minghui pointed to the stool in front of her and said with a smile: "I knew it from the moment you went out carrying a lantern."

Li Ye was startled again, blew out the lantern, and put it down next to the door.

Looking at Ming Hui, he murmured: "Could it be that the thunder in the afternoon was caused by senior brother? Senior brother has already suffered seven calamities?"

Minghui nodded with a smile and said: "Speaking of this, I can feel the opportunity to break through. I have to thank my junior brother for his words when sweeping the floor in the square that day. This gave me an epiphany, just like walking in the dark."

The man saw a light in the distance."

"Senior brother is an eminent monk, so let me give you guidance. Once your cultivation has reached the point where water overflows, you will naturally break through."

Li Ye sat down next to the table, picked up the pot on the stove and poured it on the purple sand on the tea tray.

"Even so, if it hadn't been for my junior brother's words, I might still be groping hard. Just like how we practice Buddhism, if we practice without seeking, that is the Buddha's way. If we practice with something, that is the Bodhisattva's way."

Li Ye looked at him, nodded, and said with a smile: "Senior brother is profound in Buddhism, and I have learned a lot from you."

"Since we are seeking to practice, we might as well enter the Bodhisattva path first, and then practice on the Buddha path after we have entered the Bodhisattva path. In this world, no one is born with the ability to cultivate the Buddha path..."

Minghui felt something in her heart and expressed her feelings one by one.

Li Ye looked at Ming Hui, who had a kind face in front of him, and his hands holding the purple clay pot were trembling.

After trying hard to calm down the turmoil in his heart, he poured tea into their cups.

Then he asked cautiously: "Could it be said that the previous monk Poxu also practiced the Bodhisattva Way on Tianshan Mountain, and then left Poxu to practice Buddhism under another starry sky?"

Minghui smiled faintly, looked at Li Ye's excited expression, and looked up at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar.

He said softly: "I don't know the situation of Master Poxu. I only know that I can only cultivate the Bodhisattva path in Prajna Temple. I just want to have something to ask for on the road of cultivation, so the abbot senior brother let me sweep the ground for ten years."

Cultivation of the state of mind.”

Li Ye was stunned and looked at him blankly, thinking that this is why you have been sweeping the floor for ten years.

"Junior brother, you have understood these principles at a young age. Maybe one day you will be able to cultivate Buddhism in the five realms."

Ming Hui looked at him and smiled lightly, her face full of joy.

"Senior brother, I will not become a monk. When I complete my formless Dharmakaya practice, I will go home to be with my parents and sister. I also have a fiancée on Phoenix Mountain..."

Li Ye thought for a while and thought that he might not be able to become a Buddha. His hands were stained with murder, which ruined the principle of compassion.

Ming Hui couldn't help laughing when she looked at him, picked up the cup in front of her, put it to her mouth and blew lightly.

Then he smiled and said: "You can't drink hot tea if you are too impatient."

After finishing speaking, he took a sip and continued: "Who said that you must become a monk to become a Buddha? Just like Master Poxu attained Taoism on Tianshan Mountain, does he no longer need to practice after he ascends?"

"His practice in this world is an end, but under another starry sky, the path of practice has just begun. There is no end to practice. The same is true for the practice of Buddhism. Entering the world and leaving the world are all practices."

"Being in and out of the world is all about cultivation..."

Li Ye recited it three times before raising his head and looking at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar. He laughed stupidly and stopped when Minghui glared at him.

Looking at him, he said: "Senior brother is right. As my husband said, listening to you is worth ten years of reading."

Ming Hui looked at him and waved her hand, saying: "You didn't come just to congratulate me, right? If you have anything to say, just say it. It's getting late. I haven't slept these days. I want to have a good sleep tonight."

After saying that, he pretended to yawn.

Li Ye was stunned, seeing how he didn't care, so he had no choice but to confess honestly.

Pointing to his heart, he said: "Brother, I had the feeling in Xuantian Temple a few days ago that I have already mastered the seventh level of mental practice..."

"Impossible! How is it possible?"

Minghui looked at Li Ye in disbelief, with no trace of tiredness on her face. She stretched out her skinny left hand and pinched Li Ye's left hand.

After a while, he said to himself blankly: "How is it possible? I just gave you the seventh-level mental method. In less than a month, you have mastered it. If you go at this speed, if you happen to get the Resurrection Grass...

..."

"Doesn't it take less than two or three years to reach perfection in Neng cultivation? Calculating this, it would take less than ten years to reach the ninth level of perfection... Weird thing, weird thing!"

Minghui looked at him with incredible eyes, a look of shock on her face.

Li Ye took back his left hand, looked at him and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to enter the realm so quickly. I thought that the resurrecting grass and the beast soul of the distraction realm were far away, and I just wanted to follow the steps.

I took it one step at a time, but I didn’t expect that I would realize the principle of soul refining in just one thought..."

"None of my senior brothers have practiced formless Dharma body, so I can't give you any advice. It's best if you can record all your experiences in practice and use them as a reference for future generations to practice. This is also a meritorious deed."

Minghui frowned, looked at Li Ye and continued: "How did you feel when you were breaking through the realm?"

"The feeling at that time was very strange. It was completely different from the feeling of the spiritual consciousness. The spiritual consciousness could only sense the people and things nearby and some movements. But the moment I broke through the realm, I felt connected with Xuantian Guan.

One body."

Ming Hui raised her head and looked at him blankly, speechless for a long time.

"It's as if I am that mountain, that mountain is me, and the streams in the mountain are like the blood vessels in my body... According to my husband, my epiphany lasted for three days and three nights.

When I got out of the house, I was so hungry that I went to cook a pot of porridge to eat..."

Li Ye told Minghui what happened in Xuantianguan courtyard in detail, and then took a sip from the tea cup in front of him.

"It took me three days and three nights to achieve enlightenment, and then I broke through? This is a big deal. I have to tell the abbot, senior brother, that you can come with me to see senior brother after morning service tomorrow to make him happy."

Minghui had a proud and solemn look on her face, she had to let her senior brother know about this.

"No, there's nothing worth showing off about. After all, the body-tempering elixir is still far away... I have to sweep the floor tomorrow, so I won't go see the abbot, senior brother. Just go and talk to me...

...I will sort out these thoughts in a few days and copy them to you."

As soon as he heard that he was going to see the abbot, Li Ye refused without thinking.

He has been away for more than twenty days, how can he let Wuyou sweep the floor for him again.

Besides, it's not a big deal, and it's not certain whether a magic medicine can be found.

Even if you want to talk about it, you have to wait until you have reached perfection at the seventh level of cultivation and seek the eighth level of mental Dharma.

Li Ye thought so and looked at Minghui seriously.

Minghui looked at Li Ye like a monster, and after a while she said bitterly: "I really don't understand, others want to tell everyone that they have broken through. How can you practice secretly and enjoy yourself secretly like you.

"

Li Ye saw that the bottom of their glasses was empty, so he picked up the kettle and filled it with tea.

While pouring tea, he said: "There is one more little thing I want to tell my senior brother. I worshiped a master on the back mountain of Xuantian Temple. From now on, I will be away from the temple for ten days every month and I will go there to study with the master.

The art of sword-making.”

This time Minghui's reaction was even greater, and she almost jumped up from her stool.

Regardless of his own image, he pointed at Li Ye and said: "You have only broken through the seventh level of mental skills, and you want to become a disciple and learn to make swords? Can this intention be used for two purposes? Will it delay your practice?"

Li Ye looked a little worried when he saw Ming Hui's mood swings.

Carefully said: "My husband said that learning to make swords will not affect my practice in Prajna Temple. He said that making swords and chanting Buddha's name are all practices."

This was something Li Ye realized by himself, but he was afraid of speaking out and failing to convince the excited Minghui in front of him, so he blamed the matter on his husband.

Fortunately, my husband was very much in favor of it at the time. It should be noted that in another ten years, after Ouyang Dongli has passed through the Nine Tribulations, there will no longer be a legendary swordsmith in the five regions.

And if I can learn the casting technology in these ten years and get the mantle of the master.

From then on, I will be considered a famous swordsmith in the five realms, which is something to be very proud of when I think about it.

"What is the name of your new master? How old is he this year? Which domain is he a practitioner in? How high is his level?"

Minghui asked Li Ye four questions in a row and looked at him with unfinished expression, waiting for his answer.

Thinking about what Ouyang Dongli said to him, Li Ye smiled and replied: "My new master's name is Ouyang Dongli. He didn't tell me how old he was or where he was from. I only know the most.

In another ten years, he will complete the Nine Tribulations and leave, just like Master Poxu on Tianshan Mountain back then."

"It turns out to be Master Ouyang, a legendary figure in the Five Realms. No wonder he accepted you as his disciple. He must have taken a fancy to your physical cultivation and super high understanding. If you think about it carefully, it is really true that you would learn casting from him.

It can be regarded as spiritual practice.”

"To put it bluntly, casting means making iron. To be able to make iron into steel requires great perseverance and determination. This will be of great help in tempering your state of mind."

"You can go if you want from now on. Just say hello to me before you leave so that I can arrange for the monks in the temple to sweep the floor for you. You can't always let Wuyou do it. He is too simple and doesn't understand the principle of sweeping the floor."

Ming Hui thought about the tea cup and brought it to her mouth.

Li Ye nodded, picked up the teacup, looked at Minghui and said, "Senior brother, do you have any objections?"
To be continued...