"When the Qi is calm, Wood is called Fuhe, Fire is called Shengming, Earth is called Beihua, Metal is called Shenping, and Water is called Jingshun."
On the lecture platform, a yellow-robed monk with his ears over his shoulders, an auspicious look on his face, and a seven-jeweled crown on his head read out a passage of scripture with his eyes closed.
Under the lecture platform, there are thirty-six futons. On each futon, there are monks who are explaining their thoughts carefully, dancing and looking crazy, or frowning in pain, and they are puzzled. All kinds of faces,
Hard to describe.
At this moment, Baizhu was sitting upright on the futon closest to the lecture platform, closing his eyes and meditating.
The monk with the seven-treasure crown on his head is named Ran Zhong. The scripture he describes is the secret technique of refining the five internal organs into the five gods and guarding the soul.
As the scriptures are recited, large clusters of flowers appear, brilliant and magnificent, accompanied by endless mysteries and truths, and the clear Zen sound shakes the direction of the void.
Baizhu sat on the top futon, because he was closest to the lecture platform, so he got more opportunities.
About 70% of the large flowers that fell down from the lecture platform were forcibly absorbed into the body by Atractylodes using the Red Dragon Heart Sutra, and refined one by one.
Only the remaining 30%, which was too much to eat, floated slowly behind, being scrambled by the other thirty-five monks on the futon to refine it.
These large clusters of flowers are the Taoist fruits of Ran Zhong, a fifth-level monk. Being divided and scattered is a rare opportunity!
Practicing a path is like sailing against the current. If you don’t advance, you will retreat!
Therefore, there is no room for compromise!
On the futon, Atractylodes' body glowed brightly from the inside out, and the large flowers were refined inside the body, emitting distant Zen sounds, washing up and down in all directions, making his body and mind empty.
The heart belongs to fire, the lungs belong to metal, the spleen and stomach belong to earth, the liver and gallbladder belong to wood, and the kidneys belong to water.
As the large flowers are refined, the five internal organs of Atractylodes naturally develop, and various strange phenomena occur.
The fierce-looking Fire God with two snakes under his feet, the Golden God with golden eyes and two swords on his back, the Earth God who is as thick as a mountain and holds a mountain in his hands, the Wood God with a rickety back and green jade hanging from his waist, and the Xuanyi soap robe,
The water god with a face as deep as ink.
The God of the Five Elements was only manifested in the five internal organs at first, but as the time of the lectures went by, step by step, it also spread outside the body!
The five five-element gods are either blowing the wind and blowing the waves, or blowing out flames and spitting out fire. They reflect the atractylodes with closed eyes on the futon into a swaying fairy posture, full of unearthly elegance.
He is like the sacred oven in the heaven, refining all the intangible things in the world, roasting Yuanqi, boiling Taoism, and the life essence is like a sea and tide. The pressure of life naturally released is unbearable for many people.
, broke through the clouds thirty miles away, reaching straight into the sky!
On the lecture platform, Ran Zhong, who was wearing a crown of seven treasures on his head, caught a glimpse of this scene and patted his big belly gently.
In fact, it’s hard not to notice this scene.
Water, fire, earth, metal, wood...the qi of the five elements surges and spreads, sometimes boiling hot, sometimes bitingly cold, and there are all kinds of earth pulsations, and the vitality of vegetation grows endlessly.
Bai Shuwu sat cross-legged, completely unmoved, but the monks on the futons slightly closer to him could no longer bear it and quietly moved away from them.
Ran Zhong lazily looked at the monks who were listening with different expressions, without commenting, and his eyes rested briefly on Xuanti, the Buddha who was born as a king.
Ran Zhong suddenly smiled slightly, his mood inexplicable.
Disputes are a good thing!
In a sect's holy land, it is definitely not a good thing if the disciples are at odds with each other, but if harmony leads to wealth, it is also not a good thing to be humble and give in to others.
But Baizhu, who was sitting cross-legged and breathing, did not move his body, and he was completely unaware of the thoughts of the monks outside.
Ever since that day in the Sutra Pavilion, when he saw another version of himself on the throne of the world.
All Bai Shu's thoughts were devoted to practice.
It is rare for Ran Zhong to teach the Dharma once, and today, he spared no effort in dividing the Tao and its fruits to help others.
Faced with this scene, Baizhu naturally would not be polite.
As the big flowers were being refined, he felt that the five internal organs in his body were getting stronger and stronger, and his bones were making a clanging sound, like the fierce and generous music of a battlefield, extracting the essence from the essence, and extracting the essence from the essence.
He is gradually transforming, his five internal organs merge with the five elements, he becomes one with the pulse of heaven and earth, and he realizes the ultimate way of heaven and man!
What's even more amazing is that in Ran Zhong's scriptures, Bai Shu faintly sensed a portal.
It is a grand and majestic portal composed of countless dim lights. It is both ten thousand and one.
This is the door of Daoyi!
The scriptures on the door are extremely clear, yet extremely difficult. They are like innate ancient lines, inscribed with various Dharma paths.
Tao gives birth to one, one gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, three gives birth to all things...
The third level of Vajra is to subdue the "ten thousand" and achieve the "one".
During the meditation process, Bai Shu tried to bombard the door with his soul, but neither the Wuxiang Seal nor the Naluojia Spear, his two strongest attack methods, could penetrate Daoyi's door.
But it is obvious that he is not far away from opening the door to Dao Yi and being promoted to the third level of Vajra.
This trip to the Vajra Temple really benefited Baizhu a lot!
When Baizhu was completely immersed in the wonderful state of meditation, a few feet away, someone on the other futons was transmitting sounds with his spiritual thoughts.
"Why?!"
In the temporary sea of consciousness built by the monks, a fair-faced and delicate-looking monk roared angrily and yelled:
"This Xu Ming is just a monk from Fengshan Temple, a mere three hundred monasteries! What's the point? In terms of seniority, I am far superior to him, and in terms of cultivation, he is only on par with me! Why do the abbot and elders,
Everyone loves him and respects him?!"
"He is a first-grade Vajra phase, not to mention, how old is Xu Ming, and how old are you?"
A monk with thick eyebrows shook his head and admonished: "Wuxing, you are obsessed with your appearance!"
"Appearance?" Another monk with a talisman shining between his brows sneered and scolded:
"When it comes to spiritual practice, we have to fight and have a big fight! Otherwise, when we just stay in Sanbai Zen Temple and cultivate, why bother to go to this Vajra Temple?"
"this……"
The thick-browed monk was already dull, and when someone rebutted him, he became speechless.
He glanced hastily and saw that in this sea of consciousness, except for Baizhu, the other thirty-five monks had descended here with their spiritual thoughts.
"After all, we are disciples of Buddhism, Wu Xing, Wu Qing... I... alas!"
The bushy-browed monk was about to say something, but saw half of the monks glaring at him with cold eyes, so he hid his face and let out a long sigh and stopped speaking.
"Little Master."
Seeing the nagging person, he finally closed his mouth. The monk Wuqing, whose brows were shining with talismans, turned around respectfully and saluted the Vajra-born Xuanti.
Xuandi worshiped the abbot and regarded himself as his teacher. His seniority was also surprisingly high.
Today's Xuanti is a monk of the "Ran" generation, and his Buddhist name is Ran Truth.
"Little Master, we would like to ask that Xu Ming for advice."
