Chi Xi came over quickly and blocked Wanyan Kang's path.
This time it seemed that he was really anxious. He knelt down on one knee and said, "My young prince, please leave for home as soon as possible!"
Originally, in Anguo Temple, Wan Yankang's biggest threat was just the bad guys among the victims, such as yesterday's hypocritical and evil thief Cao Zhong.
But now there are assassins from all walks of life, and Chi Xi can't sit still.
The young prince must leave immediately and cannot stay for a moment longer!
Otherwise, if something unexpected happens, how can he explain it to King Zhao?
Wanyan Kang hesitated slightly.
The appearance of the assassin means that unknown risks are infinitely expanding, and Wan Yankang knows that leaving is the wise choice.
But the disaster relief work had just been launched, and he was really worried.
He is not a person who does things halfway.
"General Chixi, it's getting late now and it's not safe to travel at night. Why not rest in the temple for the night and leave tomorrow!"
…
In front of the mountain gate.
The young monk Juekong came out and said, "I have met the young prince. Dinner has been prepared in the temple."
"Thank you, little master."
Wanyan Kang led people towards the dining hall, and the young monk followed closely, murmuring at the corner of his mouth.
Wanyan Kang stopped in surprise: "Young Master, do you have something to say to me?"
Juekong gritted his teeth, clasped his hands and whispered: "The young monk is brave and wants to ask the young prince to clarify his doubts!"
"Say it."
Juekong hesitated and looked at Liang Ziweng and the other guards.
Wanyan Kang became even more curious and waved his hand: "Old Grandmaster, you go to eat first, and I'll talk to the little master Juekong."
Everyone else goes.
Wanyan smiled generously: "Okay, there are only you and me here. If you have anything to say, young master, just say it!"
"The young prince said when he was in the back mountain, after wine and meat passed through his intestines, the Buddha sat in his heart..."
"Yes, I said that." Wanyan Kang remained calm, but he said in his heart: There are two more sentences. If people in the world imitate me, it will be like entering the devil's path. I forgot to tell you...
"The young monk searched all over the Sutra Hall and the Sutra Pavilion today, and finally discovered in the Jibaka Sutra that what the young prince said actually has a source."
When he said this, the corners of the young monk's mouth twitched and his face turned red.
On the one hand, he felt that Wanyan Kang's words were rebellious and blasphemous to the Buddha; on the other hand, he felt that Wanyan Kang's words were reasonable and contained Buddha nature.
In the midst of conflict and entanglement, I persistently searched through the Buddhist scriptures of this temple and accidentally discovered the above-mentioned scripture. After studying it over and over again, I came to the conclusion that the World Honored One is actually not opposed to eating meat.
This plunged Juekong into almost endless mental torture.
"Since the Buddha never gave up eating meat, why do we Buddhists... hold meat eating as the most important of the ten precepts? Please clarify my confusion!"
Juekong mustered up the courage to speak out, his thin shoulders trembling.
Wanyankan waterfall sweat.
This little monk is really an anomaly. He actually deduced such a grand proposition about whether Buddha ate meat and whether monks should eat meat. How free is this?
I asked why I didn’t see you, the little monk, today.
No, please save him, otherwise this child will become possessed sooner or later.
Wan Yankang spread his hands. He really wanted to tell the young monk that there are not only Chinese Buddhism in the world, but also Tibetan Buddhism, Southern Buddhism and other different sects. Each sect has evolved into different sects. As for whether to eat meat or not, everyone has it.
The family is not consistent, and that is not the precepts of the Buddha at all.
Not to mention meat, monks in some places can get married and have children, so what does it mean to eat some meat?
Many Buddhist scriptures are actually theories interpreted by later generations based on the Buddha's words and views, and are named after the Buddha. Strictly speaking, they are not the words of the Buddha.
However, I feel that if we continue to instill the above-mentioned "ideas" into the young monk, it will really make him more confused and even completely subvert his belief in order to understand his current state of mind.
Wanyan Kang could only continue to coax him: "Well, little master, those two sentences... were said by Monk Xu Zhu. As for whether they are right or wrong, I don't know. You can argue for yourself."
"I suggest that you wait until you are an adult and study Buddhism thoroughly before you go to Xu Zhu to argue. It is said that Buddhism becomes clearer the more you debate it, right?"
"Excuse me, young prince, in which temple does Master Xu Zhu practice?"
"Ahem, the Western Region, Tianshan Piaomiao Peak, Lingjiu Palace, thousands of miles away from the Central Capital."
It's so far away, so you can't really go, right?
"Oh, I understand, young monk. From now on, young monk must practice Buddhism intensively, strengthen his Buddhist heart, and strive to go to the Western Regions to argue with Master Xu Zhu."
Juekong walked silently.
Wanyan Kang was still a little worried and couldn't help but warn him again: "Little master, before you understand the principles of Buddhism, you can't easily violate the precepts... and eat meat."
Juekong turned around and clasped his palms together as a salute: "Thank you very much, young prince, for your teaching. I will save you, young monk."
"Also, stop reading the scriptures. The temple is busy with disaster relief, so you can also help with some things."
"Little monk, I obey!"
…
After dinner, Wanyan Kang went through the disaster relief work from beginning to end, calling the deacons in the temple who were in charge of different aspects one by one and giving them repeated instructions.
Disaster relief is a systematic project that involves the whole body and must be foolproof.
After the arrangements are made.
Under the moonlight, Wan Yankang carried Liang Zirong on his back and quietly called to Gu Junpeng, a palace guard whom he had been observing for a long time, and directly asked him to teach him Qing Kung Fu.
Gu Junpeng, who is in his thirties, comes from a Jianghu family and has average martial arts skills, much worse than Liang Ziweng.
But Qinggong is pretty good.
Wanyan Kang had discovered it a long time ago.
"Little prince, this..."
Gu Junpeng was really speechless and looked slightly embarrassed.
The young prince's Qing Kung and Internal Kung Fu were taught by famous masters, and he was only slightly better than the average martial artist. He was once defeated by Wan Yankang in a sparring match.
But Wanyan Kang seriously asked him to learn kung fu...
The appearance of the assassin made Wan Yankang further intensify his eagerness to learn martial arts. Since Liang Zireng, an old man, was very proud of his own skills, he might as well learn from others.
He couldn't hang himself from a tree.
However, seeing that Gu Junpeng was also a little hesitant, Wan Yankang felt very unhappy.
Why do all these people in the world have the same moral character? The young prince is so thirsty for talents, but every one of them refuses!
Obstructed by the view of the door?
Seeing that the young prince's face was not good-looking, Gu Junpeng had no time to think about it and said with a bitter smile: "How can this subordinate be qualified to teach the young prince's martial arts?"
"However, if the young prince wants to learn this superficial skill from his subordinate, how dare he hide his secrets!"
Wan Yan was overjoyed: "That's good."
Everything else is nonsense, as long as you are willing to teach.
"Then Teacher Gu, fly up and let me take a look."
Wanyan pointed generously at the Bodhi tree in the courtyard.
"This subordinate has shown his disgrace."
After that, Gu Junpeng took two steps back slightly, and then rushed forward for about four or five steps. His body passed diagonally, and he lightly touched his left foot with his right foot. He rose into the sky and stepped on
The trunk of the tree crawled straight towards the treetops in a weird gesture that defied science and common sense.
Wanyan Kang raised his head and looked at it with greedy eyes.
…
"The mind should be kept in the Dantian, the mind should be kept empty...the muscles and bones should be soft, and the various levels should be adjusted smoothly..."
Only then did Wanyan Kang realize that he was too impatient. Without the foundation of internal strength, Qinggong was water without a source and a tree without roots.
So you have to practice internal strength first.
Fortunately, it's not like "if you want to practice magic, you must first commit suicide", otherwise he would have no choice but to give up.
Next, he happily hid in his room and meditated and adjusted his breath according to the "Dantian Qi Guanqi Method" of the Chinese Master.
I recited the formula silently and struggled for most of the night, but I still couldn't get in.
But I was not discouraged.
Learning martial arts is definitely not that easy, otherwise the world would be full of supermen.
As long as he masters the method and practices slowly, I believe that sooner or later he will be able to possess inner breath and inner strength. As long as the inner strength is sufficient, all that is left is the training and polishing of Qinggong.