Xu Wu looked at the various martial arts classics neatly placed on the bookshelf in front of him. His heart was beating fast. He walked to one of the bookshelves and took down a classic from it.
Putting it on his hand, three large ink characters of "Arhat Gong" were written on it. Niwu's heart was moved. I wonder if there is any relationship between this Arhat Gong and the Eighteen Arhat's hands?
I opened it lightly at the moment and saw the front page which read: "Buddha talked about the five eyes, and Arhat realized that it is the wisdom eye. It separates from the five aggregates and goes out of the three realms. The world is turbid and unclear. The wisdom eye can observe it, observe the true appearance, distinguish reincarnation, and know the subtleties. With..."
The more Nishi looked at it, the more obscure and difficult it became to understand. They were all Buddhist mantras and unusual terms. He was still young at the time and had little knowledge of the Buddhist scriptures, so it was quite difficult to read them.
However, after watching it for a long time, he roughly understood that this Arhat Kung Fu had nothing to do with the Eighteen Arhat Hands. If he had to say that they did, they both had the word "Arhat" in them.
Arhat Kung Fu is a magical power obtained by Arhats in Buddhism. It mainly involves cultivating a pair of wisdom eyes. This wisdom eye can see at night, observe the subtleties, and have insight into the comings and goings of reincarnation of all matter around the body. It can observe the six paths with the correct eyes. Might as well be.
He lowered his head and continued to read. The text below mainly described how to practice cultivation. Although it was also in classical Chinese, it was much easier to understand than the vague Buddhist words just now.
The so-called wisdom eye means to practice in the dead of night, in an absolutely quiet place where no one will disturb you, because this is a martial art for eye training. When practicing, you need to guide the true energy in the body to the meridians of the eyes little by little. .
In the human body, apart from the nerves of the brain, the most fragile and delicate ones are the meridians in the eyes. The most careful movement of the Qi in them is that if there is the slightest mistake, the meridians will rupture and the eyes will be damaged. The consequences of blindness.
The training method of this martial art is not particularly difficult, but it is extremely dangerous and tests your endurance. You must have absolute control of your true energy and extraordinary endurance. You must use meridians to guide you late at night every day. You must have constant cold and heat. It takes several years to achieve a small amount of success, but if you want to achieve great success, you must have extraordinary internal strength and fine control, which is the level of an extremely master.
According to this secret book, the ancestor of Bodhidharma was able to observe the crawling movements of ants a hundred miles away, the scales on fish in the seabed dozens of feet away, and the water plants. of swaying.
Closing the book, Xuanwu let out a long breath. Although he was extremely yearning for the miraculous skills of Patriarch Bodhidharma described in it, or perhaps they were no longer skills, but real magical powers, but He also knew that he was simply not qualified to practice this technique at this time. This technique required very high levels of depth and control of internal energy.
He took out another book from the bookshelf, which said "One Finger Zen Skill". When he saw the name, he immediately became very interested, because Dali Duan Shi's special skill was the one Yang Finger and the Six Meridians. The divine sword is all about finger skills.
The so-called one-finger Zen technique means that the internal energy of the whole body is poured into each finger, usually the index finger of the right hand. During a fierce fight, when the person is not sad, he can suddenly come out and kill with one finger.
This fingering method is slightly inferior to Yiyang Finger and Six Meridian Divine Sword in terms of dealing with the enemy, but in terms of deadly sneak attacks, it is absolutely first-class. With one finger, any magic weapon's armor will be shattered, and any ordinary weapon will be shattered.
The body cannot survive.
Xu Wu took a breath as he looked at the words above. Back then, Patriarch Bodhidharma penetrated a three-foot-thick steel plate with one finger and killed a peerless master on the spot.
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"Young people, you should read more about the sayings of Buddhist sages and eminent monks, instead of watching martial arts moves that kill people. If this continues, it will be bad for both you and others." An old voice came from behind, suddenly and without a trace.
There is no sign, just like a ghost, but with a strange gentleness and stability, which is surprising but not unexpected.
A strange light flashed in Xianwu's eyes, and he knew who it was. He had looked inside and outside the Sutra Pavilion, but he didn't see anyone. The only one who appeared at this time was the unfathomable nameless person.
The sweeping monk.
After calming down for a while, he slowly turned around and looked back, clasping his hands with a respectful and humble face and saying, "This disciple has realized his mistake. The seniors taught him a lesson."
"You know you are wrong, but you don't know where you are wrong," the old monk said.
"My disciple is wrong because he only looks at Shaolin martial arts and not the Buddhist teachings of the sages of the past. This is a huge violation of the Buddhist teachings of no fighting and no anger. Time is chaotic and endless. This killing method was created by the Buddha to subjugate demons. There must be some among them.
The extremely violent energy is very harmful to the harmony of heaven and earth, and must be resolved by my Buddhist teachings before it can be used. Therefore, disciples should first read Buddhism, then martial arts, first cultivate themselves, and then eliminate demons."
He told what he knew.
As soon as he finished speaking, a strange light flashed in the eyes of the unknown old monk. He stared into nothingness and remained silent for a while. The two martial arts masters he had seen entered the Sutra Pavilion and both stole martial arts, but they always
I can't understand the most profound principles of Buddhism, so I fall into the lower vehicle.
The little monk in front of him actually understood this truth at a young age, which made him really surprised and happy. Then his face darkened and he thought: If he could understand this truth so early, he wouldn't be here.
I have stayed here for decades.
It turns out that this sweeping monk was originally an extremely accomplished Buddhist disciple. This extraordinary did not refer to his Buddhist attainments, but to his martial arts talent. His martial arts talent was astonishing, and he continued to practice Shaolin at a young age.
Several of the seventy-two stunts shocked the Shaolin monks at that time.
Unfortunately, the more amazingly talented a person is, the more conceited he is. He believed in his martial arts skills and refused to listen to the teachings of the Shaolin monks. Eventually, he went crazy, went crazy, and killed his master.
For this reason, he was heartbroken and stopped practicing martial arts. He voluntarily stayed in the Sutra Pavilion and became a sweeping monk. He did this every day for decades. He didn't expect that even though he had not practiced martial arts in these decades, he would recite Buddhist scriptures day and night.
Unknowingly, his skill became more and more unfathomable.
"In that case, would you like to recite Buddhist scriptures here?" the unknown old monk asked.
"Of course I am willing," Niu Wu said with a surprised look on his face, and then restrained himself, "But the Sutra Pavilion is an important place of Buddhism. The disciples with seniority and low status may not be able to enter."
"The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion is the place where Shaolin Buddhist scriptures are stored. Anyone in Shaolin can come in and watch. Why can't they come in?" said the unknown monk.
"The disciple is naughty. The abbot of the temple does not allow the disciple to learn martial arts. He is afraid that the disciple will cause trouble everywhere in the future and disgrace the reputation of the Shaolin Temple. And in this Buddhist Scripture Pavilion, there are not only Buddhist scriptures but also various Shaolin secrets. I am afraid that the abbot will not allow the disciple in the future.
Entered." Xu Wu said. He knew in his heart that the abbot of Shaolin would not let him learn martial arts. The reason why he was able to enter today may be due to Huifa's temporary inattention or other reasons, but it will be difficult to say in the future.
The nameless old monk frowned, and his white eyebrows formed a thin line. He did not immediately answer Niu's words, but after pondering for a while, he said: "In this case, you can recite sutras with peace of mind today, and we will see if you can come in later."
Xianwu originally expected to be able to use his temporary favor for him to agree to let him enter at will in the future. Unexpectedly, he did not agree immediately. It seems that the nameless old monk has not only improved his martial arts skills by staying in this Buddhist Scripture Pavilion for decades.
With growth, even wisdom becomes more and more profound, and those two chaotic eyes seem to be able to see through everything in the world.
Wuwu didn't dare to say anything at the moment, so he said "yes" respectfully, and then under the guidance of the old monk, he read various Buddhist scriptures. These scriptures were all the life insights of the senior monks of the Shaolin Temple.
Or maybe it’s his views on Buddhism.
At first, he had to look at nothingness just to deal with the old monk, but as he looked deeper, he felt more and more the profound wisdom contained in it. What was recorded in it was a man who had fully understood the true meaning of life and had seen everything.
It tells the opinions and thoughts of the prosperous eminent monks about life, Buddhism, and heaven and earth.
The more he read, the more fascinated he became. His mind wandered too much, and he gradually immersed himself in it, forgetting everything around him. Not far from him, the nameless old monk nodded with a smile, and there was a trace of light in his eyes.
Satisfied and a little hopeful.
While swimming in the enlightenment of Buddhism, time passed quickly. Soon the sun had set, and Wuwu had to leave the Sutra Pavilion. Before leaving, he did not forget to copy an article from the Lotus Sutra.
Copy, just in case you can't come later, you can copy the remaining ninety-nine times.
When we walked out of the Sutra Pavilion, the sun had already set, and the monks in the temple had finished their evening classes and were about to take a rest. Walking on the road, it was pitch black everywhere, but it was also very quiet.
I copied a copy of the Lotus Sutra, but my heart felt unusually calm and ethereal.
He felt that everything around him was so mysterious and complicated. He looked up at the starry sky and saw stars falling, moonlight flowing down, and a few dark clouds drifting in the sky with the wind. Everything was so harmonious and interesting.
In his eyes, he no longer saw the sky full of stars, but the infinite Buddha Dharma and the infinite avenue. His mind suddenly opened up and he suddenly felt that his life had a new direction and that tomorrow would be full of differences.
He strode forward, feeling unusually good, "Junior brother," at this moment, Xu Zhu's voice came again, and Xu Zhu felt a knot in his heart, this person never does anything good every time he comes.
But seeing Xu Zhu running over in a hurry, he was sweating profusely and said: "Junior brother, you haven't had dinner yet. Here, here are the steamed buns I left for you." He said and handed two big white steamed buns to Xu Zhu.
Looking at the snow-white steamed buns, Xianwu's stomach suddenly growled. He happily took it and stuffed it into his mouth without saying thank you.
"By the way, junior brother, Uncle Huifa said that you don't have to go to the Sutra Collection Pavilion anymore, just copy the copy I copied today." As soon as he finished saying this, he saw Xianwu's eyes widening.
Looking at him, he had that big steamed bun stuffed in his mouth.
"Junior brother, junior brother, what's wrong with you? Are you choking...