He observed and analyzed these people in his mind, and people outside also looked at him.
But most people quickly looked away.
He wears gray monk robes, while the disciples of Daleiyin Temple wear apricot yellow monk robes.
He was not a disciple of Daleiyin Temple, so people lost interest.
Only the handsome young man still looked at him curiously.
"Sir," a young guard in golden robes, as tall as a bear, reminded in a low voice.
The handsome young man looked away and smiled: "Interesting."
The bear-like young guard in golden robes said softly: "He is only in the Human Yuan realm."
"But he is very elegant."
"yes."
The bear-like young guard responded, but he didn't think so.
Without martial arts, no matter how good-tempered one is, he is still a weakling. He can be reduced to pulp with just one palm, making him vulnerable to a single blow.
The handsome young man glanced at him, his eyes showing a helpless look, and he shook his head.
The so-called nourishing Qi and having a good temperament means that the state of mind is also good. Stopping produces concentration, concentration produces tranquility, and tranquility produces wisdom.
Such a calm and comfortable demeanor shows that his heart is very peaceful and his wisdom is not ordinary.
He likes to talk to smart people, who can gain enlightenment and gain, rather than these warriors who only know how to kill and kill.
He also knew that his view was biased.
Because my qualifications are too poor and I cannot practice martial arts like my eldest and second brothers, I am so disgusted with martial arts and cannot get close to martial artists.
"when……"
"when……"
"when……"
The morning bell rang slowly in the sky, spreading slowly and condensingly, spreading throughout the mountains, woods and valleys.
"squeak--!"
The temple door slowly opened, and four young monks stepped out of the temple door and stood on both sides of the steps, saluting in unison to welcome the pilgrims.
Only then did Fakong know that Daleiyin Temple actually accepted pilgrims.
The Vajra Temple is closed, does not open its doors to welcome pilgrims, and has no believers.
As Leiyin Peak is so high, Fakong speculates that it should be similar to the top of the Himalayas in his previous life.
It is extremely pious to come to such a place to worship incense and worship Buddha.
Pilgrims came in one after another.
Fakong came last and was ranked last.
Before he entered the temple, he found that those men in rough clothes and short jackets had already finished worshiping the Buddha. They came out of the temple gate, picked up the firewood placed in the corner, and walked lightly along the red wall to the back door.
Most of the several groups of pilgrims were related to Daleiyin Temple, either collecting firewood, delivering wild vegetables, or doing other things.
Only that handsome young man and a group of six people were the real Buddha worshippers.
Fa Kong came to the Main Hall and in front of the Buddha statue. The six of them were still kneeling on the futon, motionless, with solemn expressions.
Fa Kong put his palms together and took a careful look at the Buddha statue.
The mudras made by the monks in the Sutra Pavilion are the same as those made by the statue of Great Sun Tathagata in front of us.
The Buddha statue was obviously made by an expert, and the meaning of compassion and immobility is faintly conveyed.
The stripes of the cassock are clearly visible, and through these stripes, one can feel the breeze blowing.
The palm prints of both palms are clearly visible, the texture of each finger is clearly visible, and even the slight tendons under the skin are clearly visible.
Of course the handprints are also clearly visible.
Pilgrims who worship Buddha probably won't care about this handprint. After all, every Buddha statue has a handprint, and they just think it is a gesture.
Little did he know that the handprints of the Buddha statue in front of him were authentic.
Daleiyin Temple is indeed the Daleiyin Temple, it is too lavish and grand!
He closed his eyes with emotion and tried to form the seal. He didn't even need to enter the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda to adjust to the best state through subtle induction.
As soon as the mudra is tied, the mind suddenly becomes calm.
It has the effect of the first layer of the Purifying Mantra, which can eliminate distracting thoughts and maintain concentration.
If nothing else, if you read with this seal, your efficiency will of course be greatly increased, and your memory will be deeper and more unforgettable.
In a previous life, this mudra would have been enough for a student to become a top student, gain a bright future, and advance into the middle and upper classes of society.
It is equally useful in this world. Although it does not have the power to attack, its impact is immeasurable.
It is strange that such a powerful mudra has no reputation, and even Huinan and Huiwen don't know about it.
He opened his eyes and walked out.
After passing through the vestibule of the Main Hall and arriving at the gate of the temple, I saw Cheng Yan standing there.
Cheng Yan is tall and tall, with apricot yellow monk robes fluttering.
"Uncle Chengyan." Fa Kongheshi.
Cheng Yan nodded lightly and walked out of the temple gate.
Fa Kong follows him out.
The two of them were standing under an old tree.
There were pilgrims coming and going around, making it really lively.
Cheng Yan said: "The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was painstakingly collected by the predecessors of all generations, with their blood and sweat. We cannot take it out and share it with people outside the temple."
"Of course." Fakong said with a smile: "The Sutra Pavilion of our Vajra Temple is even more strict, and disciples outside the temple are not allowed to approach it at all."
"As long as you understand." Cheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
Asking for something but not getting it will easily lead to resentment.
He didn't want Fu Kong to be resentful towards Daleiyin Temple.
Fa Kong then asked about the pilgrims. Actually, he mainly asked about the handsome young man.
Chengyan explained.
The composition of these pilgrims is complex, some are surrounding residents, some are martial arts masters from various sects, and even people from the imperial court.
Some are simply curious, some are devout believers in Buddhism, and some have requests from Daleiyin Temple.
The steep peaks and cold ice where Daleiyin Temple is located cannot stop the mundane worldly noise, and there is no quiet place.
Of course, Daleiyin Temple is divided into an inner temple and an outer temple. The inner temple is still very quiet.
He also explained in detail the difference between inner and outer temples.
Through Hui Wen's memory, Fakong knew that Daleiyin Temple was divided into internal and external areas. The inner temple focused on practice, while the outer temple dealt with chores.
Things like worldly affairs, spiritual aid, food, clothing, housing, transportation, and shopping from the mountains all belong to external temples.
Disciples of inner temples also need to go to outer temples to practice and cultivate their minds.
In particular, the Great Sun Tathagata Immovable Sutra of Daleiyin Temple requires wallowing in the world and grinding in the bustling world, in order to truly refine a heart to be as immovable as a mountain.
To only concentrate on practicing on the mountain is when you are building the foundation. After the foundation building is completed, you should practice on things, not on the mountain.
"My qualifications are not good, so I ended up in an outer temple." Cheng Yan shook his head: "I can't compare to your master's qualifications."
"Master, is he extremely qualified?"
"The first among those with round characters."
"..."
"You don't know, right? He must not want to mention it, just to make it sad."
"Why on earth was master banned from martial arts?" Fakong has always wanted to figure this out.
When I asked Huinan, I was scolded. When I asked others, he didn't tell me. He didn't have the ability to be wise and clear-minded and couldn't see other people's thoughts.
This made him more curious.
Cheng Yan looked around.
"If not, go to my monastery and talk." Fakong said hurriedly.
Cheng Yan waved her hand and said: "Fakong, you might as well stay for a while. Apart from the Sutra Pavilion, you can go to other places in the outer temple. There are also many magnificent scenery on the mountain, which is very helpful for broadening your mind."
"I want to visit Master Chengxu again."
"Go ahead, Senior Brother Chengxu is generous and heroic, and...you can talk to him about it."
Cheng Yan left in a hurry.
Fakong became more and more curious: Why was Master Yuanzhi abolished, and why did everyone keep it secret?
He stood under the tree and pondered.
A gust of wind blew, and a yellow leaf fell down.
He let the yellow leaves fall on his bald head.
Cool to the touch.
He shook his head and let it slide down, then reached out to catch it and looked down at the leaf carefully.
Looking at a golden leaf, he suddenly had an idea.
At this time and at this place, it just happened to fall on my bald head. It was fate that one person and one leaf would do so.
The leaves had distinct tendons, which reminded him of the meridians of the human body.
Human beings follow nature, does the veins of this leaf contain a unique mind?
A chuckle suddenly sounded.
Fakong turned his head and looked.
A handsome young man wearing a thick sable fur coat was standing at the gate of the temple. Heshi smiled and said, "Monk, I'm sorry."
Fakong's eyes fell on the face of the young man on his left.
This young man in brocade clothes has a body shape like a bear, handsome appearance, and high-spirited spirit. His cultivation level is the fourth level, the pinnacle of Gang Qi Realm.
The Dharma is empty and clear.
At such a young age, he is already in the fourth rank, so he is really proud of himself. It is not difficult to understand why he laughs out loud when he sees his actions.
Fakong glanced at him and then turned back to the handsome young man, smiling and saying: "The monk is laughing."
Fakong smiled slightly and returned the courtesy.
"Is the monk trying to understand mysteries?" The handsome young man slowly walked down the steps.
The five guards followed suit.
They maintained a formation as they walked, closely guarding the sable-fur young man and keeping them on guard at all times.
Fa Kong raised a warning sign in his heart, reminding him to stay away.
Based on his current level of cultivation, meeting these five people would be a dead end, and he would not be able to make a splash at all.
No matter how powerful the Buddha's mantra is, it cannot directly confront the enemy or defeat the opponent.
The handsome young man came to Fa Kong and looked at the yellow leaf with a smile: "What's the mystery in it?"
Fakong handed the yellow leaf to him: "It looks like human meridians, right?"
"Hey." The handsome bear-shaped young man let out a weird laugh, curled his lips and shook his head.
"Zhao Huaishan, can you shut up?" The young man in sable fur glanced at him lightly.
"Yes, sir!" The bear-shaped young man quickly closed his mouth and grimaced.
As soon as he stopped his playful smile, he immediately changed into a different person, suddenly filled with evil aura and murderous intent.
"Just kidding." The handsome young man apologized sheepishly.
"But it turns out he's a general. Nice to meet you." Fakong smiled nonchalantly.
He really wasn't angry.
Growing up, as an orphan, if he had been angry at the cold looks and ridicule he received, he would have been angry to death.
He has his own unique way of dealing with it, which is to only keep it in his mind, not in his heart, and to keep it in his head, not in his heart.
When you have mastered martial arts in the future, you will just teach him a lesson.
The handsome young man said: "I am Chu Yu, I wonder what the monk's name is?"
"Fakong."
"Monk Fakong." Chu Yu said with a smile: "The tendons on this leaf are not like the meridians of the body, right? That's not how the eight extraordinary meridians move."
"It really doesn't look like it?" Fakong smiled.
The meridians of the body are like countless complex rivers, crisscrossing each other, with the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve main meridians being the main ones.
But the mental method of martial arts is to select some of the meridians to form a system.
At this moment, he had thought of a mental method based on the tendons of leaves, and had deduced it in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda, which was Zhongzheng and peaceful.
"It's not like that." Chu Yu shook his head.
Fakong smiled and titheed, turned around and left slowly.
Chu Yu pondered.
Zhao Huaishan snorted: "Sir, it's obviously just a leaf, but there's something mysterious about it. It's inexplicable."
Chu Yu measured the leaves.
"Young Master..." Zhao Huaishan wanted to say more, but was stopped by another slender middle-aged man with a wink.
He looked at the clear-skinned middle-aged man in confusion, and the clear-skinned middle-aged man shook his head slightly.