I was full of annoyance when I got this counterfeit that had no spirit at all, but thinking about it, if the three treasures of Mount Tai were really as miraculous as the big-headed old Li said at the Meng Family Pavilion, how could they be three thieves?
What can be stolen?
How could it be possible for us to get it so easily?
Everything came too easily, but it made me feel a little false, as if in the air. Now when I look at it, I feel relieved and feel that it should be like this. However, just when I was in a complicated mood, this part of the Zamao Trail came to me.
A call made me stunned for a moment, and I turned around, only to see a monk with long eyebrows appear on our way.
This old monk is quite old. There are many wrinkles on his face, and the beard on his lips and chin is knotted together. It is white and dirty, with some green vegetable soup stained on it, and his clothes are also stained.
It had not been washed for a long time, and it was as dirty as the rotten rag. It looked like it had been dug out of a garbage heap, and it was being carried by a sloppy monk.
However, when we looked at this old monk, we felt flustered for no reason. After all, he was able to appear quietly beside us in this vast mountain forest, and his strength was enough for us to respect him.
Although this old monk is old and exudes the aura of aging everywhere, his eyes are as bright as a baby's.
He looked straight at us, then stretched out his left hand.
We saw that his left hand was as skinny as a chicken's claw. It seemed that he could not open it and was holding something tightly.
This is a kind of disability, but there is no sense of disobedience in him, and he is naturally harmonious. The old monk stopped in front of us, stretched out his hand, but did not speak. I was stunned for a moment.
Knowing what he wanted to express, Zamao Xiaodao understood clearly and placed the two packages and three fakes in our hands flat on the ground.
He took a breath, and then said respectfully: "Just now we saw some gangsters stealing tributes from the temple, so we took action to seize them. Then we saw that the enemy was powerful and pursued them fiercely, so we panicked and ran all the way here.
, Fortunately, I have lived up to my duty and have been well protected. Now that I see you, Master, as a figure in the temple, naturally it is up to you to keep it and receive it." He stretched out and laughed and said, "It's been such a long night, how can we two brothers still be here?
Climb the mountain to the top and have a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery..."
He is the best at sophistry. It was obvious that we had malicious intent to seize the treasure and leave, but now we said that we acted bravely for a just cause. He wished that the Dai Temple would award us a medal for "brave for a rightful act as a good young man". However, the old monk saw us put down our things.
, when he turned around to leave, his body suddenly moved and stopped in front of us again.
The old monk moved so fast that I even felt like I couldn't catch it at all.
Seeing that he was silent and stretched out his left hand like a bird's claw again to ask for it, Zamao Xiaodao couldn't help but get angry and shouted: "Master, we just happened to snatch this thing from the thief's hands. Now,
Now that I have given it back to you, why are we still forcing each other so hard? Do you really think that we two brothers are soft persimmons who can be manipulated at your will?"
After listening to Zamao Xiaodao's words, the old monk still didn't speak. He just stretched his left hand forward and blocked it in front of us.
I originally thought that this master was mute, but under the starlight, I saw a black sandalwood sign hanging inside his dirty monk's robe, with the word "forbidden words" engraved on it, and seven words engraved on the side.
The big annual rings made us admire ourselves. It turned out that the old monk in front of us was actually a master of meditating in meditation, and he had been in meditation for seventy years.
What is closed-mouth meditation? Buddhists believe that the reincarnation of life and death of all living beings is caused by the three karma of the body, speech, and mind. If these three karma are eliminated, liberation can be quickly achieved; and this closed-mouth meditation is "stopping speech" or
"Speech ban" means prohibiting oneself from speaking. The purpose is to reduce the karma of speaking.
The origin and reason of "Shut-up Zen" is that it is useless to know more, and it is even more useless to want to know more. If you do less verbal karma, your mental karma will increase, and if you want to gain, you will lose. The meaning of the existence of Buddhism is not only to save yourself, but also to save others. If
I have stopped using words to communicate with others, and I will not get far after all. However, as a practice method, this silent meditation is really powerful.
You must know that Buddhism pays attention to restraint, self-cultivation, and sex cultivation. The world is a big universe, and the human body is a small universe. As long as there is sudden enlightenment, everyone can become an awakened person and become a Buddha. Through this repeated tempering of the will, one can practice
Monks who join this worldly practice can go further on the road of spiritual practice.
What is particularly shocking is that the old monk in front of us has been silent for more than seventy years.
More than seventy years, that's how many days and nights, an ordinary person would collapse if he didn't speak for a day. This old monk is not mute, but he can persist for more than seventy years. If such an old monster can accumulate the will for so many years,
It's hard for me to imagine what kind of terrifying scene it would be if it was inspired in the form of mantras.
I could see the sandalwood sign, and the hairy path was also clearly visible. He suppressed his smile, cupped his hands and said kindly: "Master, here is the thing. Let's put it down and say goodbye. We will never see you again!"
When he met such a ruthless person, his words became concise and clear. He stopped playing tricks and just wanted to escape. However, the sloppy old monk ignored him. His face was expressionless, and he stretched out his hand and put it on his face.
Looking at his appearance in front of us, I couldn't help but feel angry. Instead of arresting the leader of this trip, Ji Luo Feiyu, this old monk kept entangled with me and Zamao Xiaodao, the two soy sauce gangsters. It was really hateful.
However, we don’t want to fight in vain with such a master, who is unclear, so we patiently ask you what exactly do you want?
The old monk used his left hand, which was like a bird's claw, to touch the golden palace of Jianggong under my heart.
My expression became serious. There was nothing else here but the sleeping Golden Silkworm Gu. Zamao Xiaodao saw my ugly face and asked me what was wrong. He would give me whatever he wanted. Luo Feiyu was here.
He's following behind. We don't have to fight with him, but instead we get an advantage from Luo Feiyu - that bitch is probably still jealous of the one we two brothers made last time in the heart of Zangbian Mountain. If they know our identities,
, I’m afraid it will be difficult for us to escape.
I smiled bitterly and said, what this old monk wants is my fat worm, do you think I can give it to you?
"What?" Zamao Xiaodao's eyes widened and he cursed angrily: "Old monk, we have said good things to you a thousand times, just to avoid internal friction and to be consistent with the outside world, but you are so shameless, is it true?
Do you think we brothers are easy to bully?"
The old monk remained motionless and ignored all this.
Zamao Xiaodao shouted angrily: "Little poison, let's go our own way. If this old monk dares to stop us, we will..."
He walked forward quickly for several steps, but then a figure flashed out, and the old monk actually stopped in front of him again. Before Zamao Xiaodao could finish his words, he suddenly felt embarrassed and annoyed: "Of course you can't give it to a fat insect.
, Shabo has a pair of big fists!" Because we were anxious about the possible revenge of the Evil Spirit Cult Luo Youshi, we needed to leave quickly, and without even thinking about falling out, Zamao Xiaodao punched the old monk in front of us.
However, he knew the severity of his attacks and only dared to hit the old monk on the shoulder, fearing that he would accidentally knock the old monk to his knees.
However, Zamao Xiaodao's worry was obviously in the wrong place. His right fist intersected with the old monk's left hand, which was as stiff as a bird's claw, as if it had hit the hardest steel. He immediately screamed in pain, retracted his hand, and looked at the fist bones.
There was a patch of redness and swelling on it.
Zamao Xiaodao screamed and stepped back. The old monk was about to move forward when he suddenly found blue-black vines swimming under his feet. They tightly entangled his legs to prevent him from getting away. The little demon Duoduo was there.
Someone yelled next to us: "Why are you standing still, why don't you run away quickly?"
In the forest, the little demon Duoduo was indeed home. We looked at each other and smiled, then ran wildly towards the south road, escaping quickly. The little demon gathered his strength and poured a large canopy of Qingmu Yi Gang into this place.
After entering the land, he flew behind us and shouted loudly: "Lu Zuo, Uncle Zamao, this old monk doesn't seem to be very powerful. If we work together, we may be able to capture and kill him, so why do we still run?"
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This little fox's names have always been confusing. Sometimes he calls me brother, and sometimes he calls me by his first name. But when he calls me Zamao Xiaodao, he imitates me.
She also has the nature of a fairy and does not know the affairs of the world. I patiently explained to her: Even if we kill the old monk, what good will it do? Firstly, we are in the wrong, and secondly, we have committed this murder, let alone the filth on our hands.
, there are still a bunch of vengeful guys behind, which is very annoying. So, if these things can be reconciled, just reconcile them, and if they can't, just avoid them.
If the old monk becomes violent and breaks the silence he has practiced for seventy years, then the power will explode, which will cause a headache.
The little demon's Aoki Yi Gang could not drag the old monk who practiced the closed mouth for long. We also knew this, so we rushed forward quickly and soon came to the stone path on the other side. We walked along the road and ran quickly, always
I feel that the pursuers behind me are getting closer and closer, and there are many of them.
With our intestines turning green, Zamao Xiaodao and I climbed over a hundred-foot cliff. On top of this cliff, there is a clean and vast riverbed made of iron-green rocks. The most eye-catching thing is a white quartz belt about one meter wide that stretches across the riverbed.
On the cliff, the surface is as smooth as a mirror, with bright colors and is very eye-catching due to being washed by water for many years.
There is an arched stone bridge above the river bed, with a rainbow lying on the waves. Next to the quartz belt is a red iron fence, which separates the north and south of the river bed. The water from the Xixi River comes up from the sky and washes the river bed.
I saw it interestingly, and just as I was standing still, a fat black shadow fell above my head, and I screamed: "Yes, this is the Yin and Yang Realm!"