Chapter 138: Dharma King Chuan Gong, trouble dolls
Li Dingxun looked at the shadow in front of him.
He is the only light source in the cave, as if he is a kind of luminous colloid that aggregates into a human shape.
An old man dressed very strangely.
He spoke with an eager expression on his face, and sparks flew out of his lips, floating like fireflies, and then disappeared in the air in an instant.
"After so many years, there is finally a living person. The fourteen venerables of this Holy Land of Pure Land are really hard to describe. Oh, Bodhisattva bless you, let this new boy be smarter, and it is best to practice supreme yoga.
If you can’t practice it, you can find someone to learn it, and you have to memorize all the techniques..."
This weird old man hadn't seen anyone in an unknown amount of time. His strong desire to talk could not be stopped, and his words flowed out like a tide.
"If it really doesn't work, I can only initiate... Then wouldn't it mean that I have no chance of reincarnation? The poor Pure Land only had reincarnation not long ago. The old monk also wants to experience it. Don't enter the animal realm..."
Li Dingxun asked: "Old man, who are you?"
The soul's chattering mouth stopped, no, it didn't stop, it froze, restrained, as if a wall was stuffed in the mouth. The lingering sound of the words was still swirling on the tips of the teeth, but the sound had completely dropped to the point of disappearing.
The old man was silent for a while and then laughed again.
"who I am?
"You must remember that I am a coward who commits suicide. Don't imitate me in the future.
"Okay, let's become a disciple."
Li Dingxun knelt on the ground in a daze, just like he had before kneeling in front of the teacher.
The unknown lama rubbed the top of his head with his skinny right palm.
Li Dingxun raised his head blankly, and countless Western characters on the cave wall lit up.
The palm of the soul is neither cold nor warm, it just lacks texture.
Lack of vitality.
Like clouds and mist, like veil.
"Okay, from now on you will be the successor of the Vajra Sect. Get up, I will teach you the basic internal skills "Four Additional Practices of the Vajra"..."
Everything happened too fast, like a dream, everything seen, heard, smelled, touched, and thoughts were so illusory.
Li Dingxun unconsciously fainted.
…
"Xunzi, wake up." Mother Li Meizheng woke up her eldest son who was sleeping in the quiet room.
"Mom, I just had a dream."
"What dream?"
"There is gold everywhere, mountains, and Bodhisattvas."
Li Meizheng's face was filled with joy, "Good boy, you have entered the Pure Land!"
"It seems so." Li Dingxun thought of the words on the mountain wall, the so-called Pure Land of the Holy Path.
"Tell me, mom, what did you see? Are there many people? Did they hurt you?"
"No one, no, someone, there is an old man who is very kind to me and teaches me things."
"What did you teach me?"
"I don't remember, I fell asleep."
Li Meizheng laughed heartily and was amused by his son's stupidity.
She smiled and hugged Li Dingxun, led him to sleep, tucked the quilt in, turned around and went out to tell Li Biguang the good news.
The bedroom door was closed and Li Dingxun did not sleep.
But he didn't open his eyes.
He felt that there was a white flower in the middle of his skull, with only two petals. Cold air flowed out of it, flowing down his spine, and under his belly, it poured into a coral-red four-petaled flower, which split into two.
Buttocks, one left and one right, turn around and return to the eyebrows from the side.
Very interesting.
He watched for a while, felt a little sleepy, and planned to sleep. At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Li Biguang walked into the room with a smile.
When his father came, Li Dingxun had to stand up to greet him.
"Good boy, you entered the Pure Land at the age of five. It seems that you are destined to be a Bodhisattva! If you can have this blessing, my father will be relieved."
Li Meizheng followed behind, tucked his eldest son back into the quilt, then sat on the edge of the bed and glared at Li Biguang, "Of course my son is blessed, but Xunzai said that an old man taught him something, but he didn't know what he taught him.
"He turned around and patted Li Dingxun's little face, "Come, tell grandma, what did the old man say?"
Li Dingxun blinked three times in a daze, uttered a few vague words in his sleep, and fell asleep just like that.
The couple looked at each other and smiled, but had no intention of asking further.
After sitting on the bedside and chatting for a while, they got up and left.
The next day, Li Dingxun got up early and stood upright. For some reason, he could stand upright. He said that it was because he had several supports in his body that supported his movements. Li Piguang attributed his progress to the blessing of Bodhisattva.
, as if entering the Pure Land is enlightening.
At noon, his brother Li Zhongshou, who was one year younger than him, ran over to look for him from the yard next door.
"Brother, do you see my conch?"
Li Dingxun was stunned. His brother was talking about the echo snail, one of this kid's toys.
"Why do you come to me to find your own things?"
The four-year-old brother is a little clever, "Yesterday, I was throwing snails and disappeared."
Echo snails, littering...
Li Dingxun sat by the pond and didn't want to move around, so he said perfunctorily: "Okay, I will help you find it. Go back and play."
"No, I want to play with my brother." After saying that, he ran back and after coming here for quite some time, he brought over a pile of wooden parts.
"Is this a machine toy from Zhujian Villa?" Li Dingxun heard several servants talk about this popular product in China. Through the channels of Jingtu Gou and several major chambers of commerce, the blacksmiths were able to buy these gadgets in Tiannanhai
Go north.
Mechanical dolls are one of the special features of the Sword Making Villa, which is said to be a direct inheritance of the Mohist school in the pre-Qin Dynasty. The Villa has also received many successors of Lu Ban and Gongshu. After painstaking study from generation to generation, they have reached the pinnacle of skills and even reached the realm of psychics.
His younger brother Li Zhongshou loves to play, so Li Meizheng asked someone to buy many fun things of this kind. The small dolls at Zhujian Villa are equivalent to Lego toys for modern children, and anyone who can afford it will not miss them.
Li Dingxun spent an hour with his younger brother assembling the parts, and finally assembled a wooden bird. After turning the clockwork, the bird fluttered around, and finally hit the head of the old man who was teaching, scaring the old man and causing him to fall.
It's a pity that he came to class with a book in hand, but he was suddenly attacked as soon as he entered the door. His buttocks were bruised and a small bump appeared on his forehead.
As a result, for the next three weeks, Li Dingxun did not attend classes in his yard. In the afternoon, he knelt in front of the old gentleman's guest room and recited poems loudly toward the closed carved wooden door. If he made a wrong sentence, there would be a sound coming from inside.
The old man roared angrily, and then let him make the decision himself.
Li Dingxun grabbed the ruler with his left hand and slapped it hard on the palm of his right hand five times, and then started to memorize it again, "Guan Guan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou..."
When the sun sets in the west, the sky is always overcast with clouds. A circle of light falls gently on the wall of Guo'er. Li Dingxun's mouth is dry. He listens to his teacher's lecture, but his eyes wander around, looking at the cloud sky with pale golden shadows.
, as if a thick piece
Silk cloth, those dark cloud patterns are like dragons in the sky, chasing the hidden sun, and the sun will fall behind the wall, behind the mountain, the light will still remain, shining, refracting and diffusing, but the night will be dark.
It is also like a giant beast devouring the sky in large pieces.
There is a gust of wind. I hope it can disperse the clouds at night so that the moon and stars can come out and breathe under such a thick quilt. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be very depressing?
Li Dingxun thought to himself, is the moon and stars always there, or is there nothing behind the clouds, and the moon and stars will only appear when the clouds and fog dissipate?
"Go back and copy "Shuo Shu", "Jian Jia"... and other chapters in block letters..." The gentleman's words were very muddy, filled with phlegm, and his hoarse voice was even more weird, as if there were high notes and low notes, but it just didn't make people feel.
A comfortable alto voice said, "Okay, let's go back."
Li Dingxun woke up as if from a dream, "Thank you, sir! Get well soon, sir! Students resign!"
One night, in the quiet room, he found his brother's echo conch in a corner by the door. No wonder he had been hearing someone imitating him in the past two days.
Clutching the shell, Li Dingxun looked back at the window hole in the wall. Li Dingxun spread his hands and held up a handful of moonlight, as if it were night dew and frost.