Early the next morning, Mrs. Sun Wang brought her little daughter Sun Lizhai. She was indeed an extremely thin child. She was obviously five years old, but she looked like she was three years old.
weak.
A group of monks heard Lu Zhengkang speak and stood beside him early. Firstly, they were eager to hear the wonderful voice of the Bodhisattva again, and secondly, they also wanted to see how he treated Sun Lizhai.
Under the gaze of everyone, Lu Zhengkang gently touched the girl's head, and a faint smoke floated out of his mouth and penetrated into the girl's orifices.
From Lu Zhengkang's perspective, Sun Lizhai's Qi is like a candle flame, her Imperial Net Beads are dim and dull, and the surrounding silk threads are crumbling, as if she is about to leave the world and fall into the sea of suffering in reincarnation.
Is she scared?
Lu Zhengkang's Qi is like a warm spring breeze, bringing a gentle drizzle, nourishing the withered seedlings, allowing their drooping branches and leaves to raise their heads slightly and feel the eternal sunshine.
Visible to the naked eye, the greenness on Sun Lizhai's face receded, revealing the true color of her tender white skin. Although there was no blood color, she was much better and no longer looked like she might die at any time.
"Ahem..." The little girl coughed, her expression relaxed, but her eyes were still closed.
Sun Wang was so excited that she couldn't help herself and cried slightly.
The monks were whispering to each other, with happy expressions on their faces.
Lu Zhengkang withdrew his hand and stopped spitting out his innate energy. He turned his eyes to the abbot. The old man stepped forward gently, with a respectful expression.
"There are many more children like this. Try to save them as much as possible." After saying that, he turned to Sun Wang, "My ability is limited after all. I can only save the sick, but it is difficult to prolong life. Now that this child's serious illness has gone, what will happen in the future?
We still don’t know, but if I can learn martial arts, my life may be changed.”
His voice was that of a child, crisp and loud, but calm and clear, with perfect enunciation. The group of monks looked happy after hearing this, but if Lu Zhengkang said it himself, there was nothing special about his voice, bald donkeys
The state belongs to oneself and touches oneself.
The abbot echoed the instructions to several elders, asking them to inform them about the news of Buddha Pudu's rescue. Then he bowed to Lu Zhengkang and made a gesture of listening.
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "I have nothing to say. I'll go get more books."
"yes."
After that, many families came to seek medical treatment one after another, and they all witnessed with their own eyes the extraordinary powers of this little Bodhisattva, and for a time the Shaolin Temple became very popular.
Lu Zhengkang, apart from treating diseases and observing deer antlers every day, spends the rest of his free time reading.
He dabbles in various miscellaneous studies, poetry, music, cooking, blacksmithing, magic, etc. to pass the time.
In fact, he doesn't understand many things and has a lot of subjective prejudices, but this does increase his knowledge.
The only thing that makes Lu Zhengkang feel uncomfortable is that there are many things related to metaphysics, such as Feng Shui, fortune telling, stargazing, etc. These conflict with some of his past knowledge systems. Fortunately, Lu Zhengkang is a very tolerant person.
Since I am no longer on the earth, it is useless to dwell on my former world view. Maybe this world is a round sky and a square place? Maybe there are six reincarnations?
He didn't dare to speculate without having practiced it or seen it with his own eyes.
Lu Zhengkang now feels that life is peaceful and beautiful, except for one thing: people always like to stare at him.
The feeling of being in the spotlight and the lack of privacy is actually deifying a person.
Religion always likes to talk about some mysticism, and Lu Zhengkang's every move will be over-interpreted, as if the avenue of the universe can be seen from his actions.
The Bald Donkeys are especially convinced of this. For them, if they can learn some Zen ideas from Lu Zhengkang, it will be of great benefit to their martial arts. After all, the Shaolin Kung Fu emphasizes the integration of Zen and martial arts, and it has a strong reference to Buddhist scriptures.
Understanding can be transformed into an understanding of the mental methods of martial arts. However, if you have insufficient attainments in Buddhism, martial arts cannot reach a profound state.
Originally, the expansion of the courtyard only required craftsmen to come, but later it was the Eighteen Arhats who took the initiative to help carry stones and wood, build walls and pile tiles. When they had time, they would stare at Lu Zhengkang closely.
For a time, the quiet courtyard was full of shiny bald heads. They were carrying hundreds of thousands of kilograms of boulders, one in each hand, running back and forth without touching the ground or changing their expressions. They were excellent laborers, working together with the diggers.
Heavy machinery such as machines and cranes are no different.
The monks' vitality was strong and powerful. They were as moving as rolling stones on mountains and as quiet as copper and iron walls. Lu Zhengkang was also a little surprised when he saw them.
Is the force value of Taiwu World so high?
As one of the Eighteen Arhats, Jueguang always sneaked into the wing room these days. He saw Lu Zhengkang staring at his brothers and thought that he was interested in martial arts. He couldn't help but be very happy, so he got together.
He came to him and asked, "Do you want to learn martial arts? How about I teach you the Colorless Zen Kung Fu? This is the sixth level internal Kung Fu."
In Taiwu's world, everything has its own grade, from low to high, they are the lower nine, the middle eight, the upper seven, the odd six, the secret five, the extreme four, the super three, the absolute two and the most wonderful divine one.
Each sect has its own sect, and only those with corresponding identities can learn martial arts of corresponding levels.
If Shaolin monks want to learn the Colorless Zen Kung Fu, they must be disciples of the Bodhi Temple. As an eighteen Arhat, he can also practice the fourth level Kung Fu.
Lu Zhengkang stared out the window again, withdrew his gaze, sat cross-legged and meditated, and ignored Jue Guang.
The black bald donkey was a little anxious, "Hey, Buddha, do you dislike the colorless Zen technique? Then I will ask the abbot to teach you the Yi Jin Jing and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra!"
The Yi Jin Jing is a second-level secret, and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra is a first-level secret, but Jueguang believes that as long as Lu Zhengkang wants to learn it, Shaolin will never hide it.
He immediately rushed to find Zen Master Zixing, the abbot.
After a while, the abbot rushed over, holding Jue Guang in his hand.
With a bang, the old bald donkey threw the black bald donkey to the ground.
"Buddha disciple, please don't listen to the nonsense of this fool. Martial arts practice cannot be achieved overnight, but must be practiced step by step, from the lower ninth level to the top." Zen Master Zi Xing clasped his hands together and said, "This quiet meditation skill is
It is a method of meditation, but the eighth-level Arhat Kung Fu is a way of strengthening the outside and strengthening the inside. The Buddha is still young, but he cannot bear such hardship."
Lu Zhengkang exhaled, without opening his eyes, and said softly: "I know."
"That's great... Jue Guang! You can't enter Yigu Villa without permission in the future. If you violate it, you can go to the Discipline Academy to get a ban!"
After Zi Xing finished speaking, he bowed to Lu Zhengkang and turned to leave.
Jueguang, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly stood up and said, "Hey! The old monk is very talkative, but I can't come to see you often now!" As usual, he went to Pan Lu Zhengkang's head and saw that his newly grown
His hair is black and thick, and he is called the Wonderful Appearance of the Bodhisattva by the other monks. Relatively speaking, Qiu Guang is a very unruly person, and he still has to rub the Bodhisattva's head when he should.
"It may not be a bad thing if you are not allowed to practice martial arts. The abbot said that my Buddhist sect has immeasurable magical powers. For a smart person like you, Buddha, your Taoism is not much better than ours."