Pass on the merits

With the power of a great master, Li Muchan turned Yuanxin Temple into a Taoist temple. Whenever you are in it, your body and mind will be peaceful and stable, just like Zen.""

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He couldn't do it in the past, but since he got the holy weapon, he gradually absorbed its tranquility and tranquility while gradually confronting the holy weapon, and transformed it freely.

In such a Taoist temple, everyone can get twice the result with half the effort, and can experience the joy of entering concentration, thereby strengthening their confidence and making brave efforts.

Among them all, Qi Er is the most ardent. What he pursues is not the wonder of Buddhism, but the power of power. What he believes in most is power.

Li Muchan planted lotus flowers from boiling water. This incredible power fascinated him. Such a master was rare in the world. He would never miss this opportunity. He must seize it even if he died. Otherwise, he would not be able to have peace of mind for the rest of his life and would have to live in pain and suffering.

In chagrin.

As soon as Li Muchan agreed and gave him the Dharma title, he was overjoyed. At Li Muchan's instruction, he also sat cross-legged and meditated, and soon entered a state of concentration.

About an hour later, Li Muchan gently raised his voice, "Boom..." The copper bell rang, and everyone woke up from their trance. They were all refreshed, smooth, and extremely happy.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Dear donors, have you ever experienced the wonder of meditation. If you practice it well after you return home, you will naturally be able to prolong your life and maintain good health."

Member Zheng paid homage to Waihe: "Master is really good at practicing. I once tried to meditate and enter the state of concentration, but it was difficult to enter the state of concentration. But here I can enter it easily and experience the wonder of practice. Thank you so much, Master!"

Li Muchan smiled: "Donor Zheng, wherever you go is a dojo. This is the duty of practitioners of our generation. Donor Zheng, you might as well come to the temple to meditate more often. It will be beneficial to your spiritual practice!"

"Okay, thank you Master Zhanran." Mr. Zheng smiled.

He is a smart man and has understanding. After listening to Li Muchan's words,

I have a vague understanding in my heart, and I know that the reason for entering samadhi so quickly is because I am in the dojo. Master Zhanran is next to the dojo, so naturally I have to practice beside him.

Mr. Hu smiled and said: "Master Zhanran, I also want to practice, and I hope you can give me some advice."

Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "The Buddha saves the destined people. Donor Hu wants to practice, so the young monk will naturally help. The young monk is going to hold a seven-day ceremony. If you are willing to practice, you may as well come here."

Everyone was startled and didn't know why.

Li Muchan smiled and explained that the so-called Daqi means retreat. For seven days, he does not hear about worldly affairs and only concentrates on practicing, as if he is deaf or stupid.

During the period of Da Qi, he would explain some cultivation methods, correct their mistakes, explain some simple Buddhist scriptures, and lead them into the sea of ​​Buddha.

Mr. Hu nodded and said, "That's good. I want to participate in the seven-game competition."

Everyone agreed and wanted to participate. They had seen Li Muchan's magical powers and were full of confidence. Naturally, they didn't want to miss this opportunity.

Li Muchan nodded and smiled, and agreed one by one, asking them to come over the day after tomorrow, and arrange their mundane affairs first tomorrow, and then concentrate on studying.

For the next eight days, Li Muchan stayed in Yuanxin Temple, sitting with everyone, and except for eating, drinking and defecating, he spent the rest of the time practicing.

While correcting everyone's postures and explaining the methods of cultivation, he meditated in the morning, meditated in the afternoon, and explained Buddhist scriptures in the evening. Everyone was fascinated and in admiration.

Li Muchan was able to explain the profound Buddhist principles in a simple and easy-to-understand manner. Every word entered their hearts, they could hear it clearly and understand it, and they all felt refreshed.

After seven days, Li Muchan finished his training, and everyone dispersed. Everyone had a foundation. Among these seven days, they had been in Li Muchan's dojo. It was very easy to enter samadhi. Everyone had entered. Once they entered, they would

If you have firm faith, you will naturally be able to persist in practicing. As your practice increases, you will become more and more determined.

Li Muchan could feel that through these seven days of explaining Buddhism, his body had become more solid and his strength had increased. The effort of these seven days was comparable to half a year of hard training.

Li Muchan secretly sighed that it was indeed the way to become a Buddha. The power of faith and blessing was so powerful that it was far easier than practicing it on his own.

No wonder the Buddha began to spread the Dharma after his enlightenment instead of blindly practicing hard. Promoting the Dharma is twice the result with half the effort, much easier and faster than practicing hard.

In the early morning, Li Muchan performed a boxing exercise in front of the Yuanxin Temple. His movements were slow, like the Tai Chi of later generations.

Qi Er, Dharma Name Jikong is now standing aside, staring at him eagerly, wanting to learn a few tricks secretly, but Li Muchan ignores him and lets him watch.

Li Muchan was quite satisfied with this new disciple. Although he had an impulsive temper, he was good-natured and highly talented. Unfortunately, he could not teach the method, which delayed him.

After a while,

Li Muchan slowly stopped his movements, stood quietly for a moment, then turned around and said: "Jikong, is the food ready?"

"Yes, Master, it's all done!" Ji Kong nodded hurriedly and said excitedly: "Master, are you very strong in martial arts?"

Li Muchan said: "You want to learn martial arts?"

"Yes, yes." Jikong nodded quickly and said, "I want to practice martial arts."

Li Muchan muttered: "Buddhism needs the Dharma Protector Vajra. I think you have not yet exhausted your secular ties and it is difficult to see through the world of mortals. You can only practice Buddhism or martial arts. Although martial arts is a small way, you can still enter the Tao."

"Thank you Master!" Jing Kong was overjoyed: "Master knows martial arts, right?"

"Do you want to try it?" Li Muchan smiled.

Jikong hesitated for a moment: "I'm afraid of hurting Master."

He thought that although his master was profound in Buddhism and had supernatural powers, he was still too young and would not be able to achieve anything famous even if he practiced martial arts. Besides, with such Buddhist cultivation at such an age, he must have been meditating all day long and had no time to practice martial arts.

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Jikong is about thirty years old, but Li Muchan is only ten years old.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter if you take action, you don't have to hold back."

"Okay!" Jingkong agreed happily, stepped forward and punched, the wind of the punch roared and was as cold as a strong wind, and Li Muchan's purple cassock immediately fluttered.

Li Muchan smiled, and with a gentle flick, Ji Kong flew out and landed at the door of the temple: "There are guests coming, go and pick them up!"

Jikong stared at him blankly, but Li Muchan had already turned around and returned to the main hall. Just as Jikong was about to speak, he suddenly heard footsteps and turned to look.

"Qi Er, I'm here to deliver something!" A thin and slender young man waved from a distance.

Jingkong strode out of the temple gate, walked down to the young man, and glared at him: "Zheng Xiaosi, my name is Jingkong now!"

"Hey, it's still empty, let's call him Qi Er!" The thin young man has a smile on his face and a dimple on his left cheek, which makes him easy to get close to.

"It's called Jikong!" Jikong gave him a blank look.

The thin young man smiled and said: "Maybe after two days of calling, I have to call you Qi Er again. Can you stand the commandment and not kill people?"

"Bah, bah, crow's mouth!" Jingkong spat hurriedly and snorted: "You are just talking nonsense. Come on, what are you here to give me?"

The thin young man pointed behind him: "It's my father's idea to give you food and drinks."

"Okay, move in!" Jikong said.

The thin young man was followed by two servants, each picking up a load. The items on the load were wrapped in packages, and it was hard to tell what they were.

The two servants picked the things in, followed Jingong to the kitchen, put down their hands and left, but the thin young man did not leave in a hurry, dragging Jingkong to talk outside the temple.

The thin young man said: "I'm talking about Qi Er, I heard that your master has supernatural powers. Is it true?"

"Jikong!" Jikong said angrily.

"Okay, okay, Jikong." The thin young man nodded helplessly and said, "Do you have magical powers?"

"Of course!" Jingkong nodded proudly, and then added: "But the master has given me a warning and I am not allowed to say anything more. He said that preaching supernatural powers is not the right way."

"It seems to be true..." The thin young man nodded slowly and praised: "I really didn't expect to meet a real master. Our east town is too far away. There are many thieves and bandits, but the masters rarely come here."

"That's right!" Jingkong said proudly: "Although Master is young, he is profound in Buddhism and has cultivated to an extremely deep state, which is beyond the comparison of ordinary monks!"

The thin young man said: "I can become a disciple too!"

"You are a romantic, and you still want to become a disciple?!" Jikong curled his lips and said, "I think it's time to forget it, and I will honestly be your young master!"

The skinny young man smiled and said: "My father has great respect for Master Zhanran. He said that it was only the reincarnation of the eminent monk who had Su Hui and reached such a state."

"What Zheng said is true. My master should have wisdom." Jingkong nodded and said with a smile, "Zheng Xiaosi, if I have such a master, you will be in trouble in the future!"

The skinny young man said with a smile: "Then it depends on your ability. Whether you can stay here or not, you won't be kicked out of the door in two days for violating the precepts!"

"You only want good things, don't worry, I will never be expelled!" Ji Kong patted his chest.

While he was speaking, his face changed slightly, and he looked at the skinny young man. The face of the skinny young man also changed, and he hurriedly said: "Let's go and take a look!"

The two men's bodies flashed and shot out like arrows from a string.

The two of them went down the mountain, entered the town, and went straight to Donglai Tower. They saw a group of people discussing each other, and screams came from the crowd.

"Make way, make way!" Jikong shouted hurriedly. People turned around and saw the two of them, so they opened a path and the two squeezed in. They saw a middle-aged monk stepping on a

On the young man's chest, he grinned with a big mouth and looked triumphant.

The young man was struggling hard, screaming and struggling, but the monk's thick feet were like the legs of an elephant, and the young man couldn't break free at all.

"Xiao Bai!" Ji Kong and the skinny young man snorted angrily and stared at the middle-aged monk.

This middle-aged monk is tall and strong, standing like an iron tower, with his head shining brightly. Although it is winter, he has his arms open, his chest exposed, his protruding belly covered with black hair, his face like a pancake, and his eyes small.

The nose is big and the mouth is very strange.

Although his eyes are small, they are sparkling and you can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.

"Stop!" Jingkong shouted without caring about anything else.

Seeing his companions screaming in agony, he suddenly became furious. If he hadn't been bald, his hair would have stood on end.

"Where did you come from?!" The middle-aged monk touched his bald head and said with a smile: "You are really overestimating your capabilities. Is the Buddha so easy to bully?"
To be continued...