Fakong looked at Monk Yuande: "Master, can you see the trap?"
Monk Yuande frowned and said thoughtfully: "It doesn't look like there is a trap,...should I practice it myself?"
Fakong nodded: "It's not impossible."
Xu Qingluo's bright eyes widened.
She looked at Monk Yuande and then at Fakong, thinking that they were joking. Can they practice this casually? Mental techniques of unknown origin are extremely dangerous and must be guarded against.
She often sneered at some people's so-called adventures, thinking that gambling was too serious. Who knew whether the person who passed down the secret was a good or bad person, or whether he had set up an ambush.
Practicing a mental method that you don't understand is no different from seeking death.
Monk Yuande solemnly said: "Then let me practice and see. But there are still some things that I don't understand clearly. Like this sentence, if you follow the Tao with your heart, all thoughts will disappear. There is no self, no object, no heaven and earth. What exactly is it?"
Fakong said: "My mind is the heart of heaven, and the heart of heaven is my heart. The heart that has no distinction and no form is completely the same as the common world."
Monk Yuande asked: "What is the Tao?"
"The way of heaven and earth," Fakong said: "The way of eternity."
"What is the way of heaven and earth, the eternal way?"
"Impermanence is also change, and this change cannot be described." Fakong shook his head: "It has no form and quality, only the heart responds."
Monk Yuande frowned and thought.
Xu Qingluo also frowned and thought hard.
Monk Yuande then asked a few more questions. Fa Kong expressed his own opinions, and Monk Yuande also expressed his own. The two discussed with each other, and the key points became clearer and clearer.
Xu Qingluo listened intently.
Monk Yuande didn't pay attention, thinking that it was impossible for her to understand and learn, and he was just joining in the fun. It was inevitable that she would like to join in the fun at such a young age.
But Xu Qingluo couldn't help but interrupt in the end, but Monk Yuande was amazed. He didn't expect Xu Qingluo to have such profound insights into martial arts, which was completely opposite to her age, and she was profound and profound.
I have to admire that famous teachers produce great disciples. Fakong's ability to teach his disciples is truly astonishing. He is far inferior to him. He will never be able to teach such a talented disciple.
Fakong looked at his expression and said with a smile: "She studied on her own and liked reading, but I didn't teach her too much."
The four of Xu Qingluo have been competing, not only in martial arts, but also in literature. They have to finish reading the books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, not just pure martial arts, but also mental training.
To train your mind, you need to read enough books, look at everything in the world, and experience different people's hearts and thoughts. You can't make something out of nothing. You can't do it by just observing yourself.
Without reference or comparison, you cannot see yourself clearly.
Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Without Master's guidance, I wouldn't know what to read."
Monk Yuande sighed with emotion: "Master, you have a successor, and you have no worries about your legacy."
Fakong glanced at Xu Qingluo with a smile.
Xu Qingluo said helplessly: "It's a pity that I am only a registered disciple and cannot pass on the mantle."
The three disciples that Master has accepted now are all unable to pass on the mantle. One is senior sister Leng Feiqiong. She is a rich and wealthy person and cannot enter Buddhism. She is also a woman, and the same is true for herself. Junior brother is a man, but he is not a Buddhist. He is destined to live a lifetime.
To soak in the mortal world.
After all, the master accepted three disciples, but none of them inherited the mantle, which is strange when you think about it.
Monk Yuande smiled and said: "Master is not bound by the secular world, so he may not be able to pass on his mantle to you."
Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong.
Fakong shook his head.
Xu Qingluo sighed helplessly.
Monk Yuande asked: "Who will the master's mantle be passed on to?"
Fakong said: "It's too early to say this now. I don't need someone to pass on the mantle yet."
I have a long life, even immortality, so I don’t need to pass on the mantle. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I really accepted the man who passed on the mantle and ended up living forever?
Monk Yuande nodded.
Master Fakong is able to avoid evil and seek good fortune. In addition, he has profound cultivation and practices the Vajra Indestructible Magic of Vajra Temple, which is a kind of permanent method. I am afraid he will have to live for many years.
There is really no need to rush to find a successor.
The three of them discussed it some more, but in the end they still couldn't find the trap.
"Master, there is indeed a trap hidden in this mental method." Fakong said: "After you practice it, you will become obsessed after a year, faster than the emperor."
Monk Yuande frowned: "But I can't find it."
Fakong shook his head.
Xu Qingluo said: "Master, how about I come and practice?"
Fakong snorted: "Forget it."
"It's just that I fell into a trap. Master is here and he can always save me." Xu Qingluo said.
With Dharma Kong around, she was not worried about going crazy, but she wanted to know the trap of this mental method. How could such a wonderful mental method be hidden from the master's eyes.
While Fakong and Monk Yuande were discussing their mental methods, they would also watch the progress of Haitian Cliff from time to time to see how they decided to replace the leader.
Although Song Yuanyuan was calm and calm, not impatient or impetuous, she still could not stop the Supreme Elders from launching an attack. They deposed Zhao Qianjun as the head of the sect and the nine elders jointly managed the sect.
In the absence of electing the next leader, the nine elders have been co-managing the Tianhai Sword Sect, discussing everything and making decisions together. This can be said to be the most powerful time for the elders.
Song Yuanyuan was not angry about the result and remained calm. After returning to Zhao Qianjun's yard, she didn't say much.
Zhao Qianjun was practicing kung fu in the house, and when he heard the noise, he called her over.
Faced with Zhao Qianjun's nervousness and apprehension, Song Yuanyuan shook her head and smiled: "Brother, you are no longer the leader now."
Zhao Qianjun's face suddenly turned pale.
Song Yuanyuan said: "But I still enjoy the treatment of the head and can continue to live here."
"They... they..." Zhao Qianjun's face turned livid again, and he gritted his teeth: "After all, they still took this step, which is treasonous! It is lawless, how dare they!"
This is the second time in history that the leader of the Tianhai Sword Sect has been deposed.
The previous time was because the leader was addicted to women and got entangled with the demon sect's enchantress, which resulted in heavy losses for the Tianhai Sword Sect. The Supreme Elders were so angry that he abolished his position as leader.
But now, as the head of the family, he has done nothing wrong and yet he has been abolished. This is really too much.
Song Yuanyuan said softly: "Senior brother, the matter has come to this point. It is useless to talk more. It is better to heal the injury and restore the cultivation level, and even go further."
"What did they say?" Zhao Qianjun sneered: "Why do you want to depose me as the leader?"
"Indulging the disciples to act recklessly, being unable to control the sect, and becoming impetuous, the Tianhai Sword Sect is becoming more and more dangerous," Song Yuanyuan sighed: "In short, as long as you want to depose the leader of your senior brother, you can always find an excuse."
Although she felt that these faults were accurate and that Zhao Qianjun was indeed unfit to be the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect, she certainly would not say this in front of Zhao Qianjun, so as not to add fuel to the fire. She decided to go along with what he said to calm his anger, so as not to
Do extreme things.
"Damn it!" Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth: "Are you asking Leng Feiqiong to come back?"
"Of course we won't be in such a hurry," Song Yuanyuan said softly: "The elders should work together and pool the wisdom of everyone. There is no mention of Leng Feiqiong's return for the time being."
"A bunch of old foxes!" Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth.
If they directly said that Leng Feiqiong should be returned to his position, their decision would definitely face strong opposition.