With the power of a great master, Li Muchan turned Yuanxin Temple into a Taoist temple. Whenever you are in it, your body and mind will be peaceful and stable, just like Zen.""
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He couldn't do it in the past, but since he got the holy weapon, he gradually absorbed its tranquility and tranquility while gradually confronting the holy weapon, and transformed it freely.
In such a Taoist temple, everyone can get twice the result with half the effort, and can experience the joy of entering concentration, thereby strengthening their confidence and making brave efforts.
Among them all, Qi Er is the most ardent. What he pursues is not the wonder of Buddhism, but the power of power. What he believes in most is power.
Li Muchan planted lotus flowers from boiling water. This incredible power fascinated him. Such a master was rare in the world. He would never miss this opportunity. He must seize it even if he died. Otherwise, he would not be able to have peace of mind for the rest of his life and would have to live in pain and suffering.
In chagrin.
As soon as Li Muchan agreed and gave him the Dharma title, he was overjoyed. At Li Muchan's instruction, he also sat cross-legged and meditated, and soon entered a state of concentration.
About an hour later, Li Muchan gently raised his voice, "Boom..." The copper bell rang, and everyone woke up from their trance. They were all refreshed, smooth, and extremely happy.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Dear donors, have you ever experienced the wonder of meditation. If you practice it well after you return home, you will naturally be able to prolong your life and maintain good health."
Member Zheng paid homage to Waihe: "Master is really good at practicing. I once tried to meditate and enter the state of concentration, but it was difficult to enter the state of concentration. But here I can enter it easily and experience the wonder of practice. Thank you so much, Master!"
Li Muchan smiled: "Donor Zheng, wherever you go is a dojo. This is the duty of practitioners of our generation. Donor Zheng, you might as well come to the temple to meditate more often. It will be beneficial to your spiritual practice!"
"Okay, thank you Master Zhanran." Mr. Zheng smiled.
He is a smart man and has understanding. After listening to Li Muchan's words,
I have a vague understanding in my heart, and I know that the reason for entering samadhi so quickly is because I am in the dojo. Master Zhanran is next to the dojo, so naturally I have to practice beside him.
Mr. Hu smiled and said: "Master Zhanran, I also want to practice, and I hope you can give me some advice."
Li Muchan smiled and nodded: "The Buddha saves the destined people. Donor Hu wants to practice, so the young monk will naturally help. The young monk is going to hold a seven-day ceremony. If you are willing to practice, you may as well come here."
Everyone was startled and didn't know why.
Li Muchan smiled and explained that the so-called Daqi means retreat. For seven days, he does not hear about worldly affairs and only concentrates on practicing, as if he is deaf or stupid.
During the period of Da Qi, he would explain some cultivation methods, correct their mistakes, explain some simple Buddhist scriptures, and lead them into the sea of Buddha.
Mr. Hu nodded and said, "That's good. I want to participate in the seven-game competition."
Everyone agreed and wanted to participate. They had seen Li Muchan's magical powers and were full of confidence. Naturally, they didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Li Muchan nodded and smiled, and agreed one by one, asking them to come over the day after tomorrow, and arrange their mundane affairs first tomorrow, and then concentrate on studying.
For the next eight days, Li Muchan stayed in Yuanxin Temple, sitting with everyone, and except for eating, drinking and defecating, he spent the rest of the time practicing.
While correcting everyone's postures and explaining the methods of cultivation, he meditated in the morning, meditated in the afternoon, and explained Buddhist scriptures in the evening. Everyone was fascinated and in admiration.
Li Muchan was able to explain the profound Buddhist principles in a simple and easy-to-understand manner. Every word entered their hearts, they could hear it clearly and understand it, and they all felt refreshed.
After seven days, Li Muchan finished his training, and everyone dispersed. Everyone had a foundation. Among these seven days, they had been in Li Muchan's dojo. It was very easy to enter samadhi. Everyone had entered. Once they entered, they would
If you have firm faith, you will naturally be able to persist in practicing. As your practice increases, you will become more and more determined.
Li Muchan could feel that through these seven days of explaining Buddhism, his body had become more solid and his strength had increased. The effort of these seven days was comparable to half a year of hard training.
Li Muchan secretly sighed that it was indeed the way to become a Buddha. The power of faith and blessing was so powerful that it was far easier than practicing it on his own.
No wonder the Buddha began to spread the Dharma after his enlightenment instead of blindly practicing hard. Promoting the Dharma is twice the result with half the effort, much easier and faster than practicing hard.
In the early morning, Li Muchan performed a boxing exercise in front of the Yuanxin Temple. His movements were slow, like the Tai Chi of later generations.
Qi Er, Dharma Name Jikong is now standing aside, staring at him eagerly, wanting to learn a few tricks secretly, but Li Muchan ignores him and lets him watch.
Li Muchan was quite satisfied with this new disciple. Although he had an impulsive temper, he was good-natured and highly talented. Unfortunately, he could not teach the method, which delayed him.
After a while,
Li Muchan slowly stopped his movements, stood quietly for a moment, then turned around and said: "Jikong, is the food ready?"
"Yes, Master, it's all done!" Ji Kong nodded hurriedly and said excitedly: "Master, are you very strong in martial arts?"
Li Muchan said: "You want to learn martial arts?"
"Yes, yes." Jikong nodded quickly and said, "I want to practice martial arts."
Li Muchan muttered: "Buddhism needs the Dharma Protector Vajra. I think you have not yet exhausted your secular ties and it is difficult to see through the world of mortals. You can only practice Buddhism or martial arts. Although martial arts is a small way, you can still enter the Tao."
"Thank you Master!" Jing Kong was overjoyed: "Master knows martial arts, right?"
"Do you want to try it?" Li Muchan smiled.
Jikong hesitated for a moment: "I'm afraid of hurting Master."
He thought that although his master was profound in Buddhism and had supernatural powers, he was still too young and would not be able to achieve anything famous even if he practiced martial arts. Besides, with such Buddhist cultivation at such an age, he must have been meditating all day long and had no time to practice martial arts.
of.
Jikong is about thirty years old, but Li Muchan is only ten years old.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "But it doesn't matter if you take action, you don't have to hold back."
"Okay!" Jingkong agreed happily, stepped forward and punched, the wind of the punch roared and was as cold as a strong wind, and Li Muchan's purple cassock immediately fluttered.
Li Muchan smiled, and with a gentle flick, Ji Kong flew out and landed at the door of the temple: "There are guests coming, go and pick them up!"
Jikong stared at him blankly, but Li Muchan had already turned around and returned to the main hall. Just as Jikong was about to speak, he suddenly heard footsteps and turned to look.
"Qi Er, I'm here to deliver something!" A thin and slender young man waved from a distance.
Jingkong strode out of the temple gate, walked down to the young man, and glared at him: "Zheng Xiaosi, my name is Jingkong now!"
"Hey, it's still empty, let's call him Qi Er!" The thin young man has a smile on his face and a dimple on his left cheek, which makes him easy to get close to.
"It's called Jikong!" Jikong gave him a blank look.
The thin young man smiled and said: "Maybe after two days of calling, I have to call you Qi Er again. Can you stand the commandment and not kill people?"
"Bah, bah, crow's mouth!" Jingkong spat hurriedly and snorted: "You are just talking nonsense. Come on, what are you here to give me?"
The thin young man pointed behind him: "It's my father's idea to give you food and drinks."
"Okay, move in!" Jikong said.
The thin young man was followed by two servants, each picking up a load. The items on the load were wrapped in packages, and it was hard to tell what they were.
The two servants picked the things in, followed Jingong to the kitchen, put down their hands and left, but the thin young man did not leave in a hurry, dragging Jingkong to talk outside the temple.
The thin young man said: "I'm talking about Qi Er, I heard that your master has supernatural powers. Is it true?"
"Jikong!" Jikong said angrily.
"Okay, okay, Jikong." The thin young man nodded helplessly and said, "Do you have magical powers?"
"Of course!" Jingkong nodded proudly, and then added: "But the master has given me a warning and I am not allowed to say anything more. He said that preaching supernatural powers is not the right way."
"It seems to be true..." The thin young man nodded slowly and praised: "I really didn't expect to meet a real master. Our east town is too far away. There are many thieves and bandits, but the masters rarely come here."
"That's right!" Jingkong said proudly: "Although Master is young, he is profound in Buddhism and has cultivated to an extremely deep state, which is beyond the comparison of ordinary monks!"
The thin young man said: "I can become a disciple too!"
"You are a romantic, and you still want to become a disciple?!" Jikong curled his lips and said, "I think it's time to forget it, and I will honestly be your young master!"
The skinny young man smiled and said: "My father has great respect for Master Zhanran. He said that it was only the reincarnation of the eminent monk who had Su Hui and reached such a state."
"What Zheng said is true. My master should have wisdom." Jingkong nodded and said with a smile, "Zheng Xiaosi, if I have such a master, you will be in trouble in the future!"
The skinny young man said with a smile: "Then it depends on your ability. Whether you can stay here or not, you won't be kicked out of the door in two days for violating the precepts!"
"You only want good things, don't worry, I will never be expelled!" Ji Kong patted his chest.
While he was speaking, his face changed slightly, and he looked at the skinny young man. The face of the skinny young man also changed, and he hurriedly said: "Let's go and take a look!"
The two men's bodies flashed and shot out like arrows from a string.
The two of them went down the mountain, entered the town, and went straight to Donglai Tower. They saw a group of people discussing each other, and screams came from the crowd.
"Make way, make way!" Jikong shouted hurriedly. People turned around and saw the two of them, so they opened a path and the two squeezed in. They saw a middle-aged monk stepping on a
On the young man's chest, he grinned with a big mouth and looked triumphant.
The young man was struggling hard, screaming and struggling, but the monk's thick feet were like the legs of an elephant, and the young man couldn't break free at all.
"Xiao Bai!" Ji Kong and the skinny young man snorted angrily and stared at the middle-aged monk.
This middle-aged monk is tall and strong, standing like an iron tower, with his head shining brightly. Although it is winter, he has his arms open, his chest exposed, his protruding belly covered with black hair, his face like a pancake, and his eyes small.
The nose is big and the mouth is very strange.
Although his eyes are small, they are sparkling and you can tell at a glance that he is not a good person.
"Stop!" Jingkong shouted without caring about anything else.
Seeing his companions screaming in agony, he suddenly became furious. If he hadn't been bald, his hair would have stood on end.
"Where did you come from?!" The middle-aged monk touched his bald head and said with a smile: "You are really overestimating your capabilities. Is the Buddha so easy to bully?"
"Let go first!" Ji Kong shouted hurriedly: "Why are we bullying you?"
The middle-aged monk touched his head and said with a smile: "The Buddha asked for some food money, but he didn't give it. He is so stingy. Are you bullying the Buddha that he is a foreigner?"
Jikong frowned and said, "You want money? I'll give it to you. How much do you want?"
What he wants to do most now is to rescue his friend and do something else. Seeing that this monk has strong martial arts and profound cultivation, he is afraid that he is no match for him, and if he attacks, he may hurt his friend.
"It's just ten taels of silver!" The middle-aged monk said with a smile: "If you want to bring it, Lord Buddha, I will ignore the faults of the villain and let this rude boy go!"
Jiukong looked at the skinny young man. The skinny young man took out a piece of silver from his arms and threw it away. With a soft whistle of "chi", the speed was extremely fast, and it shot into the eyes of the middle-aged monk.
"Pah!" the middle-aged monk stretched out his hand, caught the silver, and said with a smile: "Okay, happy!"
As he spoke, he raised his toes, and with a muffled "bang" sound, the young man shot towards Jikong and the two of them. The speed was extremely fast, and Jikong hurriedly stretched out his hand to catch it.
"Bang!" He felt invisible power coming from his hands, and his chest felt like being hit by a hammer. His eyes went black for a while, and a blood arrow suddenly spurted out.
"Qi Er!" the skinny young man shouted.
Jikong blinked, widened his eyes, dispelled the darkness in front of his eyes, and stared at the middle-aged monk.
The middle-aged monk put the money into his arms and looked at him with a smile: "Boy, you are a bit tough, not bad, not bad!"
Jikong sneered and said, "I haven't asked for your name yet!"
The middle-aged monk grinned: "Monk Zhao Wuji, that's right. Boy, if you want to take revenge, just come. I will stay here for a few days."
After saying that, he turned around and pushed aside the crowd, heading towards Donglailou.
"Stop!" Ji Kong shouted.
Zhao Wuji stood still, turned around and said, "What, boy, do you want to do something?"
"That's right!" Ji Kong gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "You're going too far. I want to see what you are capable of being so arrogant!"
"Hehe, you are more arrogant than me!" Zhao Wuji grinned: "You know you can't beat me, but you still want to beat me. I like it. Come on, I won't kill you. I'll just beat you half to death and let you
Understand the price of being brave!"
He said and crossed his little finger.
"Qi Er!" The thin young man hurriedly asked the silence.
Jikong pushed his hand away and hummed: "I'll beat him even if I can't beat him. He bullies people too much. We people in Donglai Town can't be bullied at will!"
The skinny young man whispered: "Let's go together!"
Jikong shook his head, stared straight at Zhao Wuji, and said: "Two of them can't beat him, but it will make him look embarrassed and conspicuous. I can do it myself!"
"...Then be careful or you won't run away!" the skinny young man whispered.
Jikong nodded: "Yes, I understand, you take good care of Xiaobai!"
After he said that, he rushed towards Zhao Wuji, raised his palm and slapped him. Zhao Wuji looked at him sideways, and when his palm was in front of him, he punched out with a punch, hitting Jiukong's palm first.
"Bang!" There was a muffled sound, Ji Kong's body paused, and his face suddenly turned red, as if redness was about to burst out.
He didn't move, but Zhao Wuji didn't let go. He kicked him, and the instep of his foot collided with Ji Kong's face. He rolled and flew out, flying out of the crowd, landing heavily, and then stopped moving.
"Qi Er!" the skinny young man yelled, and hurriedly ran to Jikong with Xiaobai in his arms. There was blood in Jikong's mouth, two teeth fell out, and he was already unconscious.
Li Muchan was sitting quietly in the Zen room, experiencing the wonder of being together. Suddenly there was a "bang bang" knock on the door outside the temple. He disappeared in a flash and appeared in front of the temple door.
The thin young man hugged Ji Kong, and was followed by a pale young man. This young man had a round face and looked smiling, but his mouth was tightly pursed and there were blood stains on his chest.
"Are you the son of Donor Zheng?" Li Muchan said warmly.
He glanced at Jukong, shook his head and said, "Are you causing trouble again?"
The skinny young man said hurriedly: "Master Zhanran, you have misunderstood Ji Kong. He became like this because he was trying to save Xiaobai. Please save him, master! ... Doctor Li said he is hopeless."
"Who did this?" Li Muchan frowned and pointed to the temple: "Go in."
"He is also a monk!" the skinny young man said hurriedly, carrying Jikong into the temple, and then went directly to the Zen room next to him and put him on the couch.
Li Muchan looked at the other young man and said warmly: "This donor's injury is not serious, so he should also lie down!"
"...Thank you, Master, it doesn't matter to me." Xiao Bai shook his head gently.
Li Muchan smiled and suddenly clapped his hand. Xiao Bai had no time to react, only to feel a huge wave of hot air rushing in and wrapping himself around him.
Li Muchan ignored him, turned around and tapped Jikong a few times, and said calmly: "Jikong, get up!"
Jikong opened his eyes, looked around, and suddenly sat up: "Master?"
Li Muchan shook his head and sighed: "With your little martial arts skills as a three-legged cat, it's best to just stay here, so why bother asking for trouble?!"
"Master, please teach me martial arts!" Ji Kong turned over and bowed.
Li Muchan flicked his sleeves, and Ji Kong couldn't bow anymore, but his mind became even more fervent. Such cultivation is unfathomable, and the master is so young, so he must have a brilliant mind.
Li Muchan pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, today I will teach you two ways to defend yourself."
"Thank you, Master!" Jingkong was overjoyed.
Li Muchan waved softly, but Jikong didn't know why, so he walked forward. Li Muchan's left index finger gently touched the center of his eyebrows. He looked relaxed and leisurely, but Jikong didn't have the intention to dodge, and let his index finger hit him.
"Boom..." Jikong felt his eyes exploded, and then he entered a dark void, empty, with nothing around him, only endless darkness.
Suddenly his eyes lit up, as if a beam of light shone down. There was a person standing in the void not far in front of him, but it was Li Muchan. He was practicing a set of boxing techniques. His movements were as slow as an old man's boxing. The moves were simple. He was practicing in the early morning.
boxing skills.
Jikong took one look at it and felt it was burned into his heart, as if he had practiced it many times, and he couldn't help but follow it.
He practiced over and over again, the more he practiced, the more he became more proficient, his movements were smooth and smooth, every move and style was integrated into his flesh and blood, and he could strike at any time.
The more he practiced, the more energetic he became, and his energy became stronger. He didn't know how long it took, but he never tired. So he counted the number of times he practiced until it was ten thousand times, and there was another "boom" in front of him.
The original scene flashed before his eyes, but he was still standing there. Li Muchan slowly retracted his fingers and looked at him with a smile. He was confused and turned his head to look around.
It seemed like a long time had passed, a year, two years? He felt that several years had passed, and when he looked at the two friends again, they looked much stranger, but also much kinder, as if they hadn't seen each other for many years.
However, Li Muchan was more kind to him in his eyes, because Li Muchan had been accompanying him these days, studying martial arts with him and giving him guidance on martial arts.
"Master?" He looked at Li Muchan blankly.
Li Muchan smiled and said: "It's good that you know. It's only half an hour now. You should have a good rest and go find that person tomorrow to discuss it again."
"Yes, Master!" Ji Kong nodded respectfully.
He knew that the master had just exerted his magical power, and it had only been outside for half an hour, but he felt that after several years, it was extremely clear and could never be wrong.
He turned around and said: "Zheng Xiaosi, Xiaobai, let's go out and don't disturb Master's practice."
"Okay." The skinny young man responded. Seeing Xiao Bai's appearance, he was obviously already well, and Ji Kong, who was about to die, was also alive and well. He indeed had great supernatural powers, so he couldn't help but respect him.
The three of them retreated respectfully. Li Muchan shook his head and smiled. This disciple was indeed very qualified and mentally strong, and could withstand his method of growing jade.
The next morning, the Donglai Tower was still lively, and people now had a new topic, which was Master Zhanran of Yuanxin Temple.
Mr. Hu and Zheng Yuanwai were sitting at the same table. Zheng Yuanwai liked the excitement and always went to the first floor for meals instead of the second or third floors.
Mr. Hu was dressed in a brocade robe and looked very graceful. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Brother Zheng, is Xiaosi okay?"
"It doesn't matter, he is very timid and doesn't dare to stand out, but he is still brave." Zheng Yuanwai shook his head and smiled while sipping tea.
On the contrary, he was dressed simply, but he had a good demeanor. Although his clothes were ordinary, he could not hide the majesty on his body.
Mr. Hu smiled and said, "You can't call me Qi Er. Now that he is a registered disciple of Master Zhanran, he should be called Monk Jikong."
"Haha, that's right, Jikong." Zheng Zheng said with a smile: "I heard that Jikong received a teaching from Master Zhanran and wants to take revenge today."
"Brother Zheng, didn't you see the excitement yesterday?" Mr. Hu shook his head and smiled.
Zheng Yuanwai shook his head: "I have other things to do and didn't have time to look at it."
Hu Laodao said: "I can see clearly from the building. That Zhao Wuji is a powerful character. Although his cultivation level is not that of a grandmaster, he is not far behind!"
Zheng Yuanwai shook his head and said: "Qi Er... this kid Jing Kong's kung fu is not bad, but he is far from a master. I don't know what secret skills Master Zhanran will teach him. I heard from Xiaosi that Jing Kong almost died, Li
The miracle doctor couldn't save him, but he was slapped back by Master Zhanran, and he passed on his martial arts to him with just a tap of his finger. It's really miraculous!"
Mr. Hu shook his head and sighed: "I don't know what Master Zhanran's martial arts is like. Jingkong's cultivation is far inferior to that of Zhao Wuji. This Zhao Wuji is a gangster, but he has the appearance of a monk and has deceived many people.
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Member Zheng frowned: "How come such a person comes to our Donglai Town?"
Hu Laodao: "I said I want to go to Dali Dynasty."
"Going to harm the Dali Dynasty?" Zheng Yuanwai shook his head and sighed: "There are many masters in the Dali Dynasty. He went there just to seek death."
"Perhaps he should correct his evil ways and return to his rightful ways," Mr. Hu said with a smile.
Zheng Yuanwai shook his head and laughed: "A dog can't change its habit of eating shit. Does it look like he has changed his ways?"
"Without Master Zhanran this time, Jingkong would have died." Mr. Hu said solemnly: "Although he is impulsive, he has a chivalrous heart. If there is something wrong with him, how can we bear it!"
Member Zheng said: "Everyone has his or her own destiny. Ji Kong's temper is too impetuous and he is prone to accidents. We may have to take care of him for the rest of his life. Now he is fine. He has a master with great supernatural powers and he can finally turn around!"
"I hope so, I'm afraid he will break the rules again and be expelled from the family." Mr. Hu shook his head and sighed.
Officer Zheng smiled and said: "I think Jing Kong is also a wise man, so he won't make the same mistake again. Don't worry, Old Hu. Hey, Zhao Wuji is here."
While they were talking, they saw a majestic monk slowly walking from the west end of the street, holding a pig's trotter in his hand and chewing it, his mouth full of oil.
Under the sunshine, he gnawed the pig's trotters as he walked, his eyes scanning the surroundings, lingering on the young women.
Mr. Hu and Mr. Zheng frowned, seeing the evil look in Zhao Wuji's eyes.
"Zhao Wuji!" A sudden shout sounded, and Jingkong shot over from the east end. In a blink of an eye, he was in front of the Donglai Building, pointing at Zhao Wuji in the distance: "Let's come again!"
Zao Wuji threw the pig's trotters onto the roof next to him, then reached out and wiped it on an old man passing by. The old man's eyes widened, but he didn't dare to say a word, letting his big hands wipe his clothes.
Zhao Wuji wiped all the oil off his hands before patting the old man on the shoulder and letting him go.
He lazily came to the Donglai Tower and glanced sideways at Jiukong: "Are you not dead yet?... I have a tough life, but Buddha is not so good-tempered this time!"
While we were talking, people rushed over. Zheng Xiaosi and Xiaobai were also nearby, staring nervously at Ji Kong, their worries palpable.
Although Master Zhan Ran has great magical powers, he can only practice it in one night. This Zao Wuji is a ruthless character. If he loses, he will die at his hands.
"Boy, stop talking nonsense, let's do it!" Zhao Wuji waved.
Jikong smiled faintly, stepped forward slowly and said, "Be careful, I am practicing a supreme skill, and its power is astonishing!"
"Boy, stop talking nonsense!" Zhao Wuji grinned: "I want to see what unique skills you have mastered in one night!"
"Look at the punch!" Jingkong shouted and punched lightly.
Zhao Wuji stretched out his palm and pressed it, connecting with his fist. "Bang" Jiukong suddenly twisted his waist, and his clothes whistled softly, as if an invisible force came from his waist and surged to his arms.
"Bang!" Zhao Wuji flew out.
Ji Kong suddenly shot out, followed closely behind Zhao Wuji, and punched out with another light punch.
Zhao Wuji didn't want to take a hard hit, but he had no chance to dodge while he was in the air. His body was numb, and neither his body nor his internal energy obeyed his command.
"Bang!" Zhao Wuji shot out again, hitting the opposite wall and directly embedded in it.
Jikong slowly closed his palms and sneered: "How?"
Zhao Wuji struggled to get out of the wall, his clothes were in pieces, his mouth was bloody, he frowned and said: "Boy, what kind of boxing are you doing?"
A gust of wind blew, and his clothes fell down. His arms were bare, but the clothes on his lower body were not damaged. A piece of black hair on his belly was stained with blood.
Jikong said calmly: "Fuhu Fist!"
Zhao Wuji sneered and said: "Good boxing skills, you can also take a punch from me!"
He shot a punch like an arrow in front of Jikong's eyes, Jikong stepped half-step diagonally and punched, "Bang!" Zhao Wuji flew out again and crashed into the wall.