The next day, Bai Zeqing had started learning Fu Dao, which shocked everyone in Tingquan Temple.
After the morning exercises, the monks and novices surrounded her. They all asked the same question: "What? Have you been able to introduce Qi into your body?"
Bai Zeqing rubbed her ears and couldn't help but feel a little smug at first, but before Qi Qing could show up on her face, she was already alarmed. Remembering that she had just stepped on the threshold of a long and endless path of spiritual practice, she quickly poured a lot of water on herself.
A basin of cold water calmed my mind.
She immediately acted unfazed, nodded her head humbly, and said calmly: "Well, I'm getting started."
The young novices immediately said "Wow" and started chattering. After hearing this, the monks had different reactions.
Among them, the most normal one is Senior Brother Bodhidharma. But no matter how you look at it, his indifferent face is a bit pretentious.
This senior brother is a direct disciple of Zen Master Cifa. He is smart and hard-working. He has always been strict with himself and worked hard to cultivate Buddhism. He introduced Qi into his body four years ago. Now he has learned Buddhism with ease, and he can see that he still needs to take a big step forward in his cultivation.
However, he was originally a baby picked up by Zen Master Cifa on the roadside in the year of severe drought. He was already twenty-four when the Qi was introduced into his body. Strictly speaking, he had been immersed in Buddhism for not more than twenty years but more than ten years. He never expected that
A thirteen-year-old girl, who had been studying with that Taoist priest for who knows how long, actually had a sense of Qi!
The senior brother nodded, smiled at Bai Zeqing and said: "Master is right, the path of cultivation is indispensable for both qualifications and hard work. The young benefactor came to Tingquan Temple and worked hard day and night. He must have all the qualifications.
There’s nothing like it.”
Bai Zeqing was confused. Perhaps the senior brother had misunderstood, right? She felt that the reason why she could draw Qi into her body was because of the light that her master gave her on the forehead!
But she didn't have time to explain. After her senior brother finished speaking, he bowed to her and went back to study, without even bothering to eat in the dining hall.
Zen Master Cifa was very pleased after seeing this, knowing that his eldest disciple would feel uncomfortable for a while, but the sadness was only temporary, and Bai Zeqing's stimulating effect on his disciples was long-lasting.
Unfortunately, before Zen Master Ci Fa was overjoyed, he discovered that the only person in the temple who had such a sincere heart was his senior brother.
The other disciples were either tortured by the daily morning exercises, evening classes, fetching water and sweeping, etc., and were so tortured that they had no energy to think about goodbye. Or they were the novice monks who had not yet had time to think about each other. After saying "Wow", she forced
No matter how strong she is, as long as she can eat enough fast food every day, she has nothing else to think about.
Zen Master Cifa looked at his first disciple who was the treasure of the temple. He was working harder and harder every day. He felt a little lost and worried. He wanted to give some advice. Buddhism talks about "enlightenment".
"You need to do it step by step and don't be impatient.
But then I saw that his first disciple immediately started to smile when he saw Bai Zeqing during morning exercises and evening classes, and discussed the way of spiritual practice with him very enthusiastically. He simply put his heart back in his stomach. Forget it, the leader of hundreds of disciples is also the same.
OK.
Bai Zeqing had just started practicing Talismanism, and the things he carved were crooked and messy, and he couldn't make it right. So he used the key given by Zen Master Cifa and spent every day in the Sutra Collection Building looking for some supporting evidence. There happened to be many things he didn't understand, and he couldn't find any evidence.
It was not good to bother Zen Master Cifa every time, but it happened that the senior brother took the initiative to "ask each other for advice", which she didn't want.
After morning practice that day, she saw her senior brother walking towards her, and called out affectionately: "Senior brother Zimo, today I made a few plum blossom milk cakes with my own hands. Come and sit in my small courtyard? I have a scripture that I don't understand very well.
, I also need to ask Senior Brother Zimo for advice."
"The little benefactor is too polite. The poor monk also has a lot of things he doesn't understand about spells..."
So neither of them went to the dining hall, but went to the layman's courtyard to talk and laugh.
A group of novice novices asked: "Is this still their serious and strict senior brother?"
"Where is the dignity of Senior Brother?"
Zen Master Cifa: “…”
Okay, everything is predestined.
…
Bai Zeqing held the scripture and picked up the things she didn't understand and discussed it with Senior Brother Zimo for most of an hour. After Senior Brother Zimo left, Bai Zeqing moved a bamboo chair and sat down in front of the flower garden, and meticulously finished the final painting of this small thangka.
I painted the gold painting part until midnight, except for going to the evening class without moving. When I came back, I turned on the lamp, moved the easel to the desk, and stayed there motionless.
It was not until Yinshizhong that the thangka was finally completed.
She looked at the thangka quietly, meditated carefully, and fell into concentration again.
This time I gained more insights than before, heard more detailed sounds, and saw farther and broader places.
In the middle of the day, the little novice monk ran up the steps as usual and saw Bai Zeqing sitting quietly at the desk. The tables, floors and chairs around him were covered with dead branches, gravel, fallen leaves and flower petals——
The window was not closed, and the flow of breath around her swept away the fallen leaf petals, flying around her, and then slowly falling.
Little novice monk Xuejian was once again stunned.
He felt that he had been stunned and stunned more these days in the layman's courtyard than he had been in his entire seven years of life.
Xiaoxuejian knew that Bai Zeqing had entered trance. He had seen his elder brother enter trance, but in his short seven years of life, he had never seen such a big movement after entering trance.
He did not dare to disturb Bai Zeqing and ran down the steps again. He wanted to report to his uncle as soon as possible.
…
Not long after the little novice monk ran away, Bai Zeqing blinked slowly and exhaled a long breath. Then she tried to recite the puppet spirit secret again, and two light golden silk threads slowly swam out from her little finger and ring finger.
.
This time, it is no longer a dotted line like a gossamer, but two solid light golden puppet lines!
She channeled her spiritual energy to her fingertips and used the two puppet threads to flip through books, open drawers, and perform some simple actions, all of which were successfully completed—except for a small tea cup that broke in the process.
Bai Zeqing was extremely happy. She immediately took out the wooden figure and gently rubbed it for a while. She suppressed the surging desire to try it, but she never dared to make a mistake.
She comforted herself and said: It's almost over! According to this progress, in as little as half a month, as much as in another month, five puppet threads should be able to solidify. Then try again. She will definitely give up immediately when she notices her weakness.
, I will no longer be greedy for success.
She remembered her master's advice and did not dare to seek death again. In fact, the main reason was that she did not want to cause any more trouble to her master.
In fact, she was very good at submissiveness. When her master asked her to copy a book, she would either threaten or induce her classmates to copy for her, or she would tie two writing brushes and copy two copies at a time, no matter how ugly the handwriting was. The eldest sister punished her to shut up.
When she was not studying at home, she put a storybook in the book to read. When her eldest sister found out, she slapped her palms and ordered her second brother to watch over her reading and writing. She then begged her second brother to let her draw instead of writing, and she was pestered.
The second brother has no choice.
But she doesn’t want or like to deal with the master like this!
The master doesn't lie, and she doesn't want to lie to the master - who knows what serious consequences will come from lying to her stubborn master, who is her big creditor of nine thousand taels!
…
It’s actually finished!
Okay, let me continue writing the next chapter!
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