Li Muchan fell down and came to the mottled temple door. He took a look around and saw that there were pine trees around him, the walls were covered with moss, and the paint on the two doors was almost completely faded.
"Bang bang bang bang..." Someone was knocking on the wooden fish inside, and the rhythm remained unchanged, neither urgent nor slow, neither fast nor slow, just right.
Li Muchan's heart gradually calmed down as he listened to the sound of the wooden fish. He couldn't help but secretly sigh. The person who knocked the wooden fish was obviously a person with profound Buddhist cultivation and a very deep concentration.
He raised his voice and said: "Junior Zhan Ran, on the order of my great-uncle, I pay my respects to Master Yinming!"
"Amitabha..." The sound of the wooden fish stopped, and a Buddha's name was called kindly, and then a short and fat little novice monk ran out, about ten years old, with round eyes and an aura of spiritual wisdom.
He held up the skirt of his robe, lifted his legs hard, stepped out, clasped his hands together, and said solemnly: "Donor, my master has invited me!"
He was chubby, short, and very strong. His head reached Li Muchan's chest. He raised his head and said, "Donor, please come with me!"
"Thank you, little master." Li Muchan smiled happily.
The little novice monk lifted up the skirt of his robe, walked through the door, and walked straight in. Li Muchan followed him into the courtyard. The courtyard was paved with pebbles and was very clean and tidy. There was a swing on the west and a rubber ball on the east.
There is a plaque hanging on the main hall in the middle, with four characters written on it: "Mainxiong Hall".
These four characters are written in an upright and solemn way. At first glance, they seem ordinary and nothing remarkable. However, upon closer inspection, they are somewhat beautiful, meaningful, and endlessly memorable.
Li Muchan couldn't help but exclaimed: "Good calligraphy!"
The young novice monk stood at the door and looked back at him, urging him.
Li Muchan hurriedly took a few steps and entered the main hall, but saw a golden Buddha statue lying across the main hall, and from the east end to the west end, there was a reclining Buddha.
The Buddha is lying on his side on a huge lotus. He holds his head with one hand and puts the other hand on his waist. His eyes seem to be open but not closed, and they seem to be closed but not closed. The light in his eyes is flowing and his expression is peaceful.
There is a "swastika" symbol on his chest, which seems to be spinning constantly.
On the futon opposite the reclining Buddha, an old monk with white eyebrows is twisting Buddhist beads with one hand and knocking wooden fish with the other. His expression is peaceful, and there is no ripple in the ancient well. He feels as if he is sitting in quiet water.
Li Muchan took a step forward and joined in the tithe: "I've met Master Yinming!"
The old monk with white eyebrows is tall, wearing numb gray robes, with a face like a full moon and as rosy as a baby. He has the demeanor of an eminent monk and has an extraordinary appearance.
He slowly opened his eyes, put away the gavel, and remembered: "Amitabha..., young monk, who is Great Uncle Ling?"
Li Muchan took out a letter from his arms and presented it with both hands. The young novice monk stepped forward, took the letter, and forwarded it to the old monk.
At this time, another young monk came in with a wooden tray in his hand and a cup of tea on it. He was thin and nimble, his eyes were bright, and he was also very wise.
He brought the tea to Li Muchan and said crisply: "Donor, please have some tea!"
Li Muchan took it, smiled and nodded: "Thank you, little master."
The old monk put away the letter and said with a smile: "You are Zhanran, right? How is Donor Lan's health?"
Li Muchan said respectfully: "Yes, great-uncle is very good."
The old monk gave a distant bow and sighed: "Donor Lan has been persistent throughout his life and has never changed his infatuation. Hundreds of years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and now he has finally seen the light of day. It is truly a blessing! ... What a blessing, what a blessing!"
Li Muchan couldn't understand what he was saying, and his mind was completely blank.
Even the other two young novices, he couldn't hear their voices. It seemed that as soon as he entered this hall, his mind had lost its effectiveness.
The old monk smiled and said: "From today on, Zhanran, you can live here, and I will teach you some skills."
"Yes." Li Muchan nodded and said, "I wonder what skills Master taught me?"
The old monk said: "I'll help you dissipate your internal energy first, and then learn the magic stick technique."
Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said, "Do you really want to dissipate your inner strength?"
The old monk nodded and said with a smile: "Only by dissipating your inner strength can you practice the unique skills of the army... Donor Lan has worked hard, Zhanran, don't let it down."
Li Muchan nodded slowly.
The old monk shook his head and sighed: "If you hadn't been blessed by chance and practiced the indestructible power of the Vajra, Donor Lan wouldn't have been able to be so cruel."
Li Muchan was a little confused and said: "Master, what's wrong with the Vajra Indestructibility Magic?"
The old monk smiled and said: "The martial arts of Canghai Sword School is even better, but compared with the indestructible power of Vajra, it is a world of difference. Unfortunately, it is difficult to practice the indestructible power of Vajra. Zhanran, I'm afraid you are putting the cart before the horse and giving up.
Do you want one thing or another?"
Li Muchan nodded, thoughtfully.
The old monk said: "The magical power of the Vajra Indestructibility is a supreme and wonderful method that can be achieved instantly. Once you practice it to a great extent, your golden body will not be broken, and you can go straight to the other shore and transcend this world! ... Although the martial arts of the Canghai Sword Sect are strong, they are incomparable to them.
It’s a trail!”
Li Muchan nodded slowly.
The old monk shook his head: "However, there are many difficulties in achieving the ultimate goal of the indestructible power of Vajra... But how can the road to becoming a Buddha be smooth sailing?"
Li Muchan said: "Master, does he know how to achieve success?"
The old monk shook his head: "Master Huiguo made a great wish at the beginning, wishing to save all sentient beings, tell the world about the indestructible magic power of Vajra, and transform all sentient beings into the other shore. There are countless people who know his mind...A hundred years ago, I and I
Donor Lan met by fate, and together they studied the indestructible power of Vajra and deduced its cultivation methods."
Li Muchan frowned. He originally thought that the indestructible power of the Vajra was unique to the Mei family, but now he realized that he was terribly wrong.
The old monk seemed to see through his thoughts and said with a smile: "Nowadays, most of the magical power of the Vajra Indestructibility is kept secret... The first level of the Vajra Indestructible Magic is extremely painful and is tantamount to being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts. I, I
So far I’ve only seen you enter the room alone!”
Li Muchan said: "This disciple is just lucky."
The old monk said: "Without God-given opportunities, it would have been impossible to get started... Master Huiguo made no secrets, but his compassion was in vain. He knew the use of the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill, and he couldn't practice it at all!"
Li Muchan smiled and recognized Master Yinming's ridicule towards Divine Monk Huiguo.
The old monk said: "The first level of the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill is the easiest, the second level is a little more difficult, the third level is even harder, and the fourth level is already extremely difficult. If you can practice it, it shows that you have a good understanding!... But
, if you want to break through to the fourth level, according to your current cultivation path, even if you practice for decades, it will be useless!"
Li Muchan raised his eyebrows, seemingly dissatisfied.
The old monk waved his hand: "No, please give me some tea!"
The thin little novice monk was holding his chin, tilting his head and looking at him. He listened with interest. He listened to the old monk's instructions, hurriedly ran out, and brought in a cup of tea.
The old monk took a sip with a smile and sighed happily.
Li Muchan also held up the cup and sipped gently, the fragrance lingered on his cheeks and teeth, his chest was filled with fresh air, and the turbid air was gone. He couldn't help but sigh: "Good tea! ... Good tea!"
The old monk smiled and said: "This is the white mist of Hanshan Mountain. I planted it myself."
Li Muchan smiled and said: "Master is so elegant!"
The old monk smiled kindly: "The empty mountain is silent, but the heart cannot be empty. I do these idle things occasionally just to have more vitality."
He continued: "There are nothing more than two ways to practice martial arts in the world. One is from the inside out, starting from the cultivation of internal strength; the other is from the outside to the inside, starting from the cultivation of the physical body. Both of them reach the same goal through different paths, and they reach great success.
Both can be integrated internally and externally into one whole...but the forces generated by the two conflict with each other and cannot be integrated into one body, just like water and fire."
Li Muchan nodded slowly. He had never heard of these things. After all, his training time was still short. Although he had arrived at the Canghai Sword Sect, he had been busy practicing in seclusion or going down the mountain to experience, and he had no chance to calm down and read.
The old monk said: "The martial arts world in the world takes the first path, but the army takes the second path, which is completely different."
Li Muchan said: "Master, can't you practice both?"
The old monk shook his head: "Those who think like you have countless amazing talents from ancient times to the present. Only one person has succeeded, and that is Master Huiguo!"
"The indestructible magic power of Vajra?" Li Muchan was startled.
"That's right!" The old monk slowly raised his head, looked into the distance, and sighed: "Master Huiguo is really an astonishing genius, born only once in a thousand years!"
The old monk's eyebrows and beards twitched, and he said proudly: "Although the world admires Master Huiguo for practicing the indestructible magic power of Vajra and making his golden body immortal, they don't know how brilliant he really is."
He continued directly: "In the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, Master Huiguo actually merged the two paths into one! This world-shaking mystery is probably only understood by Lao Na and Donor Lan among the people in the world. It has been gained by our Sophora flavescens for hundreds of years!
"
Li Muchan hurriedly said: "Disciple is willing to hear the details!"
The old monk's eyes shone brightly and he said in a deep voice: "The first to fourth levels of the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art are the first path, from the inside to the outside...but the fourth to eighth levels are the second path, from the outside to the inside!"
Li Muchan's mind was like electricity, and various layers of the Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill flashed through: refining the internal organs, refining the bones, refining the skin, refining the meat, refining the membrane, refining the tendons, refining the blood, refining the pulse, and achieved great success.
Such a comparison, it turns out that it is true, the internal organs to the skin and flesh are from the inside to the outside, and the skin and flesh to the blood vessels are from the outside to the inside.
But if Master Yin Ming had not pointed it out, it would be difficult for him to think of going up to this level. He would only use the stupid method he guessed - to get beaten. In the final analysis, he still lacks knowledge.
The old monk said: "You have now reached the fourth level. If you want to advance to the fifth level, you can only take the second path, which is to go to the army. The skills in the army cannot be passed down to the common people."
Li Muchan suddenly realized that no wonder his great-uncle ordered him like this.
The old monk smiled slightly: "As for the method of spreading gong, it was the result of lifelong research and creation by Donor Lan and I, and it was only completed in the past two years."
"Oh——?" Li Muchan smiled, out of curiosity, there must be something mysterious about this method of spreading gong.
The old monk said: "This method of dispersing power is to transform your internal energy into your flesh and blood. It is perfect to combine it with the indestructible power of the Vajra. Even if your internal energy is gone, your body will be stronger!"