"The nine orifices are called nine stars in the sky, nine states on the earth, and nine orifices in humans. The energy of the nine orifices is not correct, so it is called receiving evil..."
In the middle of the lecture hall, on a white jade high platform, Bai Shu was sitting cross-legged. Dozens of monks were surrounding him under the high platform beside him.
After today passed, including the time he came to Fengshan, a month had passed in earnest.
After getting the idea of practicing Qiao, he would go to Wu Huai's residence almost whenever he had free time and ask him questions.
Although there is an attribute panel, he does not need to act like this.
But if you are careful in everything, you will never make a big mistake.
These days, even Wu Huai with such a temperament has been bothered endlessly by Atractylodes.
Today, he was sitting on the lecture platform, explaining his views on the Red Dragon Heart Sutra to the monks of Fengshan Temple.
"All things steal the essence of heaven and earth to come into being, people steal the shapes of all things to use for their own purposes, and all things steal people's strength to plant. They steal from each other, each gets what they want, and neither of them knows how to transform all things..."
On the high platform, a handsome and handsome monk is dressed in white, with a face like a crown of jade, bright eyebrows and clear eyes.
His lips moved slightly, but his voice resounded throughout the pulpit, neither high nor low.
The monks under the white jade platform either frowned or were happy, some were thoughtful, and some closed their eyes in concentration.
Outside the door, Wu Huai sighed softly when he saw this scene, and a smile appeared on Fang Zheng's solemn face.
Sure enough, it is indeed a near-Taoist body.
These days, even though he has always been a good teacher, he has been constantly disturbed by Atractylodes. He wishes he could go into seclusion so that his ears can be purified.
The results are obvious.
He has obviously understood the mentality of the Fetal Breathing Realm, and can even draw inferences from one instance to another.
According to Wu Huai's perspective, with his background in Atractylodes, he can already try to open acupoints, truly step into the practice of acupoints, and enter the second realm of "those who eat Qi can live a long life as gods".
While he was thinking silently, on the high platform, Baizhu's lecture finally came to an end.
He stood up, clasped his hands towards the brothers in the audience, and then jumped down.
The lectures are clearly meant to be lectures, but in reality they are expressing their own views on martial arts.
Thousands of people with thousands of faces can often come up with different opinions when observing the same thing, not to mention that these things are inherently different.
In Fengshan Temple, only Baizhu practices Red Dragon, which is of the same lineage as Wu Huai.
The remaining candidates, such as Xu Yan, who practices the "Dingyuan Shouyi Heart Sutra", and the monk in gray who has a big bump on his head that has not disappeared, practices the "Miaofa Heart Sutra"...
What's more, some of the sons of aristocratic families who came to Fengshan on the way simply practiced martial arts passed down from their families.
Wuhuai does not prohibit this.
This situation is most vividly reflected in martial arts practice.
One method can lead to all methods. Even if Wu Huai has never practiced these mental methods, he can always explain clearly all the doubts of his disciples.
There was still no movement from the Renjue Sutra, and Wu Huai had to tell him a few times, but with little effect.
Seeing the scenes of Wuhuai giving lectures to his senior brothers, Baizhu also gave up the idea of insisting on enlightening others.
Putting realm first, it is better to raise the Heart Sutra first and start practicing as soon as possible.
He nodded to the monks, smiled, and sat down on his own futon.
Next, the lecturer is Xu Hong, who practices the "Tian Ping Niu Mo Zheng Sutra".
This mental method is magnificent and even though it is focused, it is still extraordinary.
During these days of lectures, Baizhu also benefited a lot from it and gained a lot of knowledge.
While he and the other monks were waiting with bated breath, suddenly, a heartbeat sounded in their minds.
"Xu Ming, come out of the palace and look for me."
Bai Shu was stunned for a moment, but then realized that this was Wuhuai's voice.
He lowered his head and quickly passed through the lecture hall.
Xu Hong's sermon reached the point, and he had just discussed Qi Xu's teachings. The monks were shaking their heads. Although they noticed his departure, they didn't pay much attention to it.
In the far corner, Xu Yan was holding his cheek, smiling from time to time, but suddenly, the little monk in white, sitting on the futon, quietly walked out of the door for some unknown reason.
Xu Yan's eyes froze, he was silent for a while, and then he followed directly.
After leaving the lecture hall, I walked around seven times and saw no one.
The Heavenly King's Hall, the Mahavira Hall, the Dharma Hall, the Pilu Hall, the Guanyin Hall...Xu Yan circled almost half of the mountain, but still no one could be seen.
When he almost wanted to use his light to travel around Fengshan Mountain, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little monk in white holding a box and climbing up the steps.
"Little junior brother!"
Baizhu, who was wandering in his mind and holding a big box, was startled.
A ray of blue-grey light suddenly fell from the sky, Xu Yan's fat face was sullen, and the fat on his lower abdomen trembled.
"Big brother."
Bai Zhu put down the box and saluted the tall, fat monk.
During these days, although he and the monks in Fengshan could not be said to be close friends, they had become acquainted with each other.
Fengshan Temple has big monks and small monks, so there is naturally less filthiness.
Although there is the Shurangama Dharma Assembly held every three years in front of them, and everyone is an opponent, it is obvious that except for a few people, the rest do not seem to have any expectations.
Xuyan was the first to become a disciple. Not long after Wuhuaicao founded Fengshan, he was picked up from the forest by the red-faced monk and raised up.
Martial arts training, tonsure, apprenticeship...Xu Yan is almost the son-in-law to Wu Huai, and therefore, he is the real elder brother of Fengshan Temple, worthy of the name.
Before he could bow down, his body was held up by a huge force.
Under Bai Shu's astonished gaze, Xu Yan's fat face was unusually solemn. He solemnly took a few steps back and bowed to him.
"Senior brother?"
"I finally apologized, otherwise it would have been like a thorn in my throat."
A carefree smile:
"Junior brother, you don't know that when you were inheriting the law, I actually had the idea of handing you over in my heart."
"Because of the Xie family?"
"Because of the Xie family."
"Is the Xie family so powerful?" Bai Shu frowned.
"Both are the masters of the world, but there are subtle differences between them."
Xu Yan smiled bitterly:
"You will know about the Xie family in the future. The leader of the twelve wealthy families in the world is far from being as simple as you see now."
"Elder brother." After a moment of silence, Bai Shu sighed and asked:
"I passed out anyway and didn't hear anything, so why bother telling me again?
Senior brother, don’t be afraid that I have some secret grudges in my heart.”
"I was raised by my master since I was a child, little junior brother."
Xu Yan shook his head:
"How can you make me so confused?"
"Senior brother, you are truly a gentleman."
This sentence is indeed true.
"Gentleman? How dare I call you a gentleman?" Xu Yan patted his belly and smiled bitterly again:
"I just hope that I can not disobey Master's teachings and be a good monk."
