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Chapter 139: The Way of the Buddha, the Stone in the Cage

Li Dingxun goes to the Pure Land every night.

The strange old man would constantly teach him various techniques, many of which he just asked him to memorize and not practice in a hurry.

In addition, he constantly imparted some experience in fighting the enemy and talked about some very mysterious contents, which Li Dingxun seemed to understand. He actually didn't like this master very much, because the old man was very verbose and always liked to talk about big principles.

He loves to reminisce about the past, but whenever this happens, his words become vague and low, giving the impression that they are two slabs of stone rubbing against each other rather than meaningful sentences.

However, the old man valued Li Dingxun very much. He praised Li Dingxun's internal strength qualifications and said that he would definitely be able to master the supreme method of the Vajra Sect.

When the old ghost talks about his own martial arts, he always spares no effort to pile up gorgeous rhetoric, but when he talks about the martial arts of other sects in the world, he is very disdainful. First of all, except for the inner strength of King Kong, the rest are rubbish, and then he refutes the Lion Phase Sect and the like.

He practiced recklessly, and finally despised the Shaolin School for being hesitant and slow in internal strength, and lost its virile connotation.

As the young master of the Lion Sect, Li Dingxun felt a bit unwarranted, so he asked the old ghost, "So the martial arts of the King Kong Sect are the best in the world? Then why has the inheritance been discontinued?"

His words were like the tip of a needle popping a balloon. The old ghost's tone immediately dropped and he hesitated in reply: "I can only be the best in the world, I dare not say that I am the best in the world."

"What kind of martial arts is the best in the world?"

"It is the Sumeru Divine Palm of the Buddha."

"Can I learn?"

"You? Haha, you can't!" The old ghost was amused, "Not to mention that the Buddha left no inheritance at all. Even if there is such a Mount Sumeru right in front of us, the mediocre people in the world will not be able to realize the true meaning." He said.

I was a little out of breath. It was strange how a ghost could be out of breath. Anyway, his smile was very exaggerated, as if he was letting out a lot of emotions.

"Fortunately, you kid is really lucky. I am the only one in the world who can give you a glimpse of the true meaning of Sumeru Divine Palm!"

"I want to see it."

"No, you are too weak. If you look at it, you will be shocked into a fool."

"Then when can I watch it?"

"At least, until you open the crown chakra."

"Okay." Li Dingxun's answer was an understatement, which the old ghost regarded as ignorance and arrogance.

"Boy, you are able to come to the Pure Land of the Holy Path. This is a blessing from your previous life. Maybe you are one of the fourteen venerables back then, but even among them, not all of them are geniuses. You are so arrogant and conceited.

Da, when the time comes, he will hit his head on the barrier of Brahman and self..."

Li Dingxun closed his eyes and refused to listen to his nonsense, and stood up to stand.

Practicing martial arts in the Pure Land is really useful, but only in the Holy Path and the Pure Land of the Good Path. The Pure Land of the Evil Path cannot enjoy this kind of treatment.

This has led to a trend of benevolence. People all hope that they can enter the pure land of goodness, so various side methods have emerged, such as hypnosis, life-changing, etc. However, there are always few truly effective methods.

The more famous ones include the Secret Mind-Changing Technique of the Face-Changing Man, and the Wang Chan Classics of the Ranshan Sect.

Perhaps to some extent, Buddha actually made the world take a big step forward towards a harmonious society.

"Alas, I lost at the hands of the Buddha. I have no regrets. The way of the Buddha is much higher than that of Confucius and Mencius. It's a pity that I can't see it anymore."

Li Dingxun thought of the benevolence and righteousness that the teacher said was the highest and the best. Is there anything higher than benevolence and righteousness?

"Don't be distracted! Just stand still. Why are you so restless?" The old ghost seemed to want to distract him so that he could curse a few words.

Li Dingxun was fooled several times, and then he learned well. No matter what the old ghost said, he would practice martial arts on his own.

Time passes little by little.

Several younger brothers and sisters in the family gradually grew up, and finally their family only had six members. Li Piguang and his wife did not have any more children, simply because it was very troublesome to raise good heirs.

The third sister was the most popular with Li Piguang, while the fourth brother was the most noisy, thus attracting most of Li Meizheng's attention.

As a result, Li Dingxun and the second oldest Li Zhongshou were left out in the cold.

Fortunately, the two boys can take good care of themselves. After all, they have been assigned to separate courtyards since they were young, so they are relatively less attached to their parents.

Like his elder brother, Li Zhongshou entered the Pure Land of Goodness when he was five years old. This time he was out of control. He liked to play there most every day. He neither liked practicing martial arts nor reading, so he stayed in the wing all day long. In addition to three meals a day, Li Dingxun

I don't see him often.

Li Biguang sighed again and again, saying that his second son was useless. In order to prevent this kid from continuing to degenerate, the sect leader slapped his head and asked Li Zhongshou to recognize the deputy sect leader Shi Minghua as his adoptive mother, and then asked this female hero to discipline him.

All Lionsmen adhere to a simple and straightforward approach, which is very well reflected in education. Let the master teach you something. If you can’t teach it, just practice it. If you can’t practice it, continue to practice it. By the way, you can practice this.

Hard work.

Therefore, in the days when Li Zhongshou was away, Li Dingxun often offered incense and prayed for his brother.



Life is too complicated to describe for Li Dingxun. Even if he reads through "The Analects of Confucius", "Li Sao" and "Historical Records", he still cannot put his life in a certain position.

While practicing and studying, he counted on his fingers and realized that he had lived for ten years.

It's weird to say that. Children generally don't care how many years they live. Except when age is used as a kind of bragging rights, there is no difference between ten years old and five years old.

But Li Dingxun still felt a kind of sadness.

This kind of sadness is similar to the sadness of a caged bird. He knows that he has full wings, but he cannot yet cross the high courtyard wall.

Of course he has witnessed the world separated by the courtyard wall. In fact, he has visited various places in Lianhua Mountain, all year round. But his eyes look further than these tangible things, and he can feel it.

The world further away is very free and dangerous, with those villains wandering around, and the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes.

These, are blocked by a higher wall, an invisible wall.

Every time he returns to his small courtyard, Li Dingxun is really tired.

The existence of the wall separated him from the outside world, making everything outside the wall a chaotic system. Even if he knew what would happen outside, he couldn't help but be curious.

People have a desire to spy.

The old ghost told him that when he puts aside these indifferent emotions, when will he be able to get close to the real strong man.

"My dad said, I want to be a lion. I don't want to be a stone."

"Your father was wrong."

"Isn't a lion stronger than a stone?"

"Lions have weaknesses, rocks don't."

Li Dingxun was convinced.

So he continued to stay in the small courtyard honestly for ten years.

Didn't participate in any activities, didn't communicate with anyone.

Make a stone and hide it deep in the earth. No one knows what kind of uncut jade it is.


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