He came back soon, holding a red sandalwood box, one foot square, and went into the house to put the six relics on the bed. It was as warm as jade and filled with a light fragrance.
After bowing a few times, he placed the wooden box on the table in front of the window.
Then he picked up the thin booklet and put it down gently without flipping through it. Instead, he picked up the string of red sandalwood beads and brought it up to his eyes to look at it carefully.
At this time, the fragrance in the room became stronger and stronger, very much like musk, drifting into his nose. He suddenly felt refreshed and refreshed, as if he had just come out of concentration.
There are thirty-six Buddhist beads in total, all similar in size, about the size of a longan, delicate and smooth, with a layer of oily sheen, and a strange texture faintly flashing in the beads.
This texture is vague and absent, and occasionally flashes, but when you look carefully, you can't see anything.
Holding it in the palm of his hand, he felt that his mind was calm and his energy was gradually calming down. Li Muchan had reached the first state of Zen, his senses were far more sensitive than ordinary people, and he could feel the strangeness of this bead.
This string of beads has the effect of calming the mind. For ordinary people, it is of little use. Wearing it only makes you feel calm. But for him, it has endless benefits.
Ordinary people who have not practiced meditation have rough and chaotic thoughts without realizing it, just like a strong wind blowing randomly. However, his meditation skills are deep and his mind is as delicate and sharp as a breeze, like a silk thread.
This string of Buddhist beads can calm the mind, just like a wind-fixing bead, but its power is weak and cannot calm ordinary people's rough thoughts, but it can calm their distracting thoughts.
He thought for a while, put down the beads, bowed to them, and then hung them around his neck.
I have never heard of Daleiyin Temple. There are so many temples in the world. If you want to find it, this string of beads may be a clue. If you wear it, you may have a chance. Besides, it will also be useful to you.
As for respecting or disrespecting the dead, he didn't care. He died once and understood the great mystery of life and death. He had seen through life and death.
The Buddhist beads on his wrist were relics of his master, but they didn't have such an effect. They were just ordinary sandalwood beads.
Then, Li Muchan slowly picked up the thin booklet.
The thing that Master Jikong always carried with him and could not understand clearly must not be some vulgar thing. He had some vague expectations.
He sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, and without opening it, he touched it carefully. The material of the book was strange, it looked like paper but not paper, it looked like silk but not silk, and he didn't know what it was made of.
He had a very deep concentration and was obviously very curious, but he was able to suppress his impulse. He slowly understood and felt the fluctuations in his heart. Obviously, this book was of great importance to him.
After understanding it carefully, he slowly opened it.
He couldn't help but laugh. It was only one page, a little thick. It was thicker than the five or six pages of ordinary paper. What caught his eyes was a picture.
A huge lotus bloomed on the lake. A man was sitting cross-legged on the huge lotus. His whole body was radiating light, like a sun. The light covered his facial features and only an outline could be seen clearly.
In the light, he could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged, with his hands forming a seal, and his appearance was solemn.
This man's eyes were closed tightly, and he was in a still state. There was a vertical eye on his forehead, and a lotus on his left chest instead of his heart. Li Muchan looked at it intently, and the lotus seemed to be spinning.
He said "Huh" and stared at the spinning lotus.
Gradually, his expression became trance-like, and he felt that his whole body was soft and soft, and he wished he could stay like this forever. His body became lighter and lighter, as if he wanted to fly, as if he wanted to fall into the void.
His eyes suddenly brightened up, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the book slipped off the bed. His hands quickly formed the Great Vajra Seal, and then he froze, his whole body motionless, everything stopped, breathing, blood, and thinking seemed to have stopped.
At this time, his expression was solemn and solemn, like the giant Buddha in the temple.
Half an hour later, he released his fingerprints and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were clear and soft, but his face became gloomy, as if he was seriously ill.
Taking a long breath, he secretly thought that he was in danger and almost fell into trouble. Thanks to his deep meditation skills, if he had been a different person, his soul might have left his body.
He practiced to the root of Zen and escaped from the realm of desire, which was extremely difficult in the middle. He experienced many illusions and subdued countless demons before entering the realm of color.
Thanks to these many experiences, his will is as strong as a rock and he can wake up in time and escape. Otherwise, he will be lost in the beauty and find it difficult to extricate himself, and he may end up in a state of despair.
I glanced at the picture again, but there was nothing strange. The lotus heart remained motionless and stopped spinning, as if everything just now was an illusion.
He frowned and thought, logically speaking, Master Jikong would not harm him, but this picture was really weird and it must contain some big secret.
He looked down and saw a line of words under the picture, which were in Sanskrit. He had learned Sanskrit from his master and recognized these words: "The Sutra of Observing Heaven, Humans and Gods."
He concentrated on thinking about these words, "Observe heaven and man, God illuminates Sutra", or observe heaven, man and God illuminate, Sutra? Or observe, God, man and God illuminate, Sutra?
Chewing these words over and over again, these words contain the secret of this picture. Now it seems that this Observation of Heaven and Human God Illumination Sutra is not a martial arts secret.
He has a very keen sense, which ordinary people may not be able to sense, but he can feel that this painting is filled with solemnity, majesty and grandness, and is definitely not evil.
Could it be that my method is wrong?
The Sutra of Observing Heaven, Humans and Gods is written in Sanskrit. Do you need to visualize this picture in your mind? This is a unique cultivation method of Tantra, and he has also dabbled in it.
He did it as soon as he thought of it, looked at the picture carefully again, put it down and formed a mudra with his hands, closed his nose and breathed calmly, and entered the state of meditation again.
A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and he slowly opened his eyes, frowning.
It's really weird that I can't visualize this picture. I closed my eyes and tried to visualize it, but there was darkness in front of me, like an endless void.
If an ordinary person closes his eyes, everything in front of him is pitch black. But if he usually enters concentration and closes his eyes, everything in front of him is bright. It is like bathing in the sun, and the light in his heart lights up.
Now it has turned into darkness, as if my meditation skills were suddenly gone and I have become an ordinary person.
He gave up the visualization, closed his eyes again, and fell into trance again. Soon, light appeared in front of his eyes, and his mind was peaceful and comfortable, just like he always did when he was in trance.
He opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that there was something strange about this picture.
Unable to rush for a while, he suppressed his eagerness and anxiety, soothed his heart, regained his tranquility, and put the thin book away.
The drizzle stops, the sun comes out, and everything is exceptionally fresh and bright under the sunshine.
The air in Chengjing Temple is quiet, and the chirping of birds around makes the place quiet but still alive.
He walked out of the temple gate and walked back. There was a flat land on the slope more than 20 meters behind. There was a stone tower with a round spire, the same height as him and one meter in diameter. It was simple and unpretentious.
He carefully placed the sandalwood box into the tower. There was already a wooden box inside.
After putting it away, he titheed towards the stone tower and murmured to himself: "Master, Master, may you meet happily in the Western Heaven and become good friends."
Then, he turned around and left, heading down the mountain.
The village was bustling with smoke, the fresh air was filled with the smell of green smoke, and the whole village was covered with light smoke. It was time to have lunch.
The children all ran out, chasing and playing in twos and threes, laughing loudly, and deliberately ran into the inlet, treading on the water, very happy.
From time to time, adults shouted loudly, some calling the children to go home for dinner, and some scolding them for being so silly that they wet their clothes.
When adults and children saw Li Muchan, they all tithe with respectful expressions.
The current emperor worships Buddhism, and the status of monks in the Dayan Dynasty is very high. Li Muchan is usually quiet and calm, has wisdom in his hands, has the demeanor of an enlightened monk, and has a very high status in the village.
Li Muchan returned the favor one by one, with a calm expression, without saying a word, and without stopping. After a while, he returned home, put away his silence, and smiled.
When he pushed the door open and walked in, he saw his father, Li Zhuzhu, standing by the flower garden, with his hands behind his back, bending over and looking into the flower garden, with a distressed look on his face.
"Dad!" He walked over and said with a smile, "It's God's will that flowers bloom and fall. Why bother to feel sad?"
He knew that his father felt sorry for the flowers that had been knocked down by the rain.
Li Zhuzhu turned around and glared: "Boy, don't do this, don't talk to me about this!"
"Okay... Big brother is back, right?" Li Muchan said with a smile.
"Well, I just walked in!" Li Zhuzhu nodded and looked at the petals on the ground with a distressed look on his face.
Li Muchan smiled and said, "Father, if you look like this, Mom will make sarcastic remarks again!"
"She dares!" Li Zhuzhu snorted, but quickly glanced at the main room.
Li Muchan hurriedly suppressed his smile and pretended not to notice anything, but secretly laughed secretly in his heart and said sternly: "I'm going to see big brother!"
"Wait a minute!" Li Zhuzhu waved his hands and lowered his voice: "The young couple haven't seen each other for a month, why are you joining in the fun?!"
Li Muchan smiled: "I hope the two of them won't quarrel again!"
"Alas..." Li Zhuzhu shook his head and sighed, and whispered: "Lao Zhang's grandson is six years old. Grandpa screams so crisply. This old guy shows off in front of me all day long..."
"Don't worry, your grandson will be there for you." Li Muchan said, hurriedly turned around and left.
He is already familiar with his father's words, and he will complain next: You shouldn't have become a monk in the first place. Otherwise, you are now married. The eldest brother can't give me a grandson, so you can become the third brother!
After entering the room, he smiled: "Brother!"
Sitting next to the Eight Immortals in the main room is a young man in blue clothes. He is in his thirties, with a slim build, a face like a crown jade, and eyes like bright stars. He is really an extraordinary handsome man.
He has a mustache on his lips, which adds to his mature and unrestrained demeanor. He is sitting with a golden sword in his hand, holding a teacup in his hand, showing an extraordinary aura.
Seeing Li Muchan, he raised his head and looked up. His eyes were so bright that they seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. He nodded solemnly: "San'er, did you go to the temple again?"
Li Muchan looked at his eldest brother Li Muchan and secretly admired him. With such a talent, no wonder his sister-in-law fell in love with him and wanted to marry him. The two stood together, a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven!
Li Muchan went over to sit down and nodded with a smile: "Well, I went to clean it up...it rained really well."
The two brothers have a very good relationship, but the men don't talk much to each other.
"San'er, I've done it." Li Mufeng put down the tea cup and said slowly, "Come back with me this time."
Li Muchan served him more tea and said with a smile, "Isn't it time to open the mansion yet?"
Li Mufeng said: "We are going to open the mansion in November. I told Commander Jin about you, but he couldn't wait and insisted on letting you go and take a look first."
"Okay, thank you very much, brother." Li Muchan smiled and nodded.
His mind changed, and it must be that his eldest brother praised him so much in front of Commander Jin, which made Commander Jin feel itchy. Otherwise, according to his selfless character, he would never make an exception for himself.
From this point of view, Commander Jin is also a man who loves talents. As long as he has the ability, it will not be difficult to get along with him.
"Why are you being polite to me?" Li Mufeng waved his hand and said sternly: "San'er, you are so secretive and have a hand in everything. Don't hide it this time. Use whatever skills you have!"
Li Muchan touched his bald head and agreed with a smile: "Okay!"
The two brothers were talking when sister-in-law Zhao Yiyi came in: "It's time to eat!"
She was wearing a green floral blouse, which was simple and pretty, making her even more charming. After she came in, she only looked at Li Muchan, as if there was no such person as Li Muchan.
Li Muchan shook his head secretly. The two of them were still at odds and could not reconcile, which was really worrying.
He smiled and said: "Okay, sister-in-law, just serve it."
"Hurry up and wash your hands!" Zhao Yiyi gave him a look, twisted her waist and walked out.
Li Muchan didn't take it seriously, he chuckled, walked up to his eldest brother, and whispered: "Brother, didn't you bring anything for your sister-in-law when you came back this time?"
"What are you bringing?" Li Mufeng was startled.
"Rouge, gouache, oh..." Li Muchan shook his head and looked at him helplessly, feeling that he was talking to a cow.
This eldest brother looks cool, has an extraordinary bearing, and has a fatal attraction for women, but he is not a coquettish person, and behaves squarely and strictly.
And the eldest sister-in-law is a rich young lady. She looks charming, but she also has a temper. The two of them get together, which is really a lot of trouble.
"I don't want to spoil her!" Li Mufeng waved his hand, frowning and humming.
Li Muchan smiled bitterly: "Brother, as a woman, if you can't be on the same level as her, just coax her if you can, and everything will be fine for your family and your family!"
"I don't have that skill!" Li Mufeng lowered his face and said coldly: "I thought she was coaxing me, but... don't talk about it, it's a spoiler!"
Li Muchan saw that his nose was not a nose and his face was not a face, and he was furious. He knew that it would be useless to persuade him and he would not listen, so he could only sigh and shut his mouth.
"What, leaving tomorrow?!" Li Muchan's mother Qin said loudly.
At this time, a family of five was sitting at the table eating. When she heard that Li Muchan was going to Mei Mansion with Li Mufeng tomorrow, Mrs. Qin suddenly cried out.
She has always been gentle and gentle, speaks slowly and softly, and has a ladylike demeanor, but she rarely speaks so loudly.
Li Muchan put down his chopsticks, took her hand, and said with a smile: "Mom, I am going to Mei Mansion, not anywhere else. We are so close, and I will come back as soon as I can... Besides, I have my eldest brother to take care of me!"
Mrs. Qin withdrew her hand, rolled her eyes at him, and hummed with a sullen face: "How can you just leave? ...No, I have to go, wait until the New Year is over!"
Li Mufeng hurriedly said: "Mom, this opportunity is rare, it's too late after the New Year!"
Mrs. Qin snorted angrily: "It's too late, I don't want San'er to go so early!"
Although she is in her forties, she is still as unruly as her younger daughter and can be unreasonable from time to time. Among the three children, Li Muchan is the most doted on.
"Dad, look..." Li Mufeng looked at his father, Li Zhuzhu.
Li Zhuzhu coughed, put down his chopsticks, and nodded: "You are so old, but you still don't do things thoughtfully! ... Why didn't you tell your mother earlier so that you could be prepared!"
"This is not..." Li Mufeng was about to defend himself.
Li Muchan interrupted quickly and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, dad is right. He blames me for not telling mom earlier."
"You're only seventeen. What do you know? You blame the boss!" Mrs. Qin snorted.
"Okay, yes, you all blame me!" Li Mufeng smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly.
Li Muchan smiled at his elder brother, feeling so proud that he glared at him.
Li Muchan really enjoys this feeling. Outside, he is a virtuous monk with a good status, but in front of his parents, he will always be a child.
Zhao Yiyi lowered her head, pursed her lips and smiled.