The words of madness may contain true meaning, just like the paintings of a madman or the poems of a drunkard, which reach a certain height inconceivably.
Han Shaer didn't want to worry too much about understanding or not understanding, accepting or not accepting. The plan was set and the most important thing was to implement it. In order to prevent sudden changes, he first inserted a few needles, sealed various key points, and then implemented treatment.
Although "stewing" is easy, it requires a lot of energy. After a long time, he was sweating profusely and beckoned for food and drink. Buddhism prohibits meat, so Xiehou specially prepared a pot of boiled soybeans to maximize his physical strength.
The warm afternoon sun shone warmly on the well platform, caressing the unkempt child and the pale-faced white hair. Ben brushed aside his messy hair without any difficulty, and looked at the young man sitting opposite him quietly and peacefully, smiling and reminding him to chew slowly and not to swallow dates wholeheartedly.
Han Shaer greeted: "You should eat something!" Benwu shook his head and did not move. When the young man burped, Fang said: "Little donor, you are tired, where is the little miracle doctor!" Han Shaer asked: "How are you doing?
How do you feel?" There was no wry smile, but he said calmly: "If you abandon me, how can I stay in yesterday's day? If you mess up my mind, I will have no worries today -" He put his hands together and said: "Amitabha! Thank you to the doctor, the old monk is awake.
!" Han Shaer clasped his fists and returned the salute: "I apologize, I apologize, I turned your power into something without your permission." Ben Wu sighed longly: "I suddenly had a dream, I woke up and I was old; I came back.
Come on, all the appearances of the world turn around and become empty - it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, there is something in nothing, there is nothing in it! If I have a volume of Buddhist scriptures, there will be a world of bliss; if I hold a blue lamp, there will be boundless light." Summon.
Xie Hou arrived: "After all these years, it's rare that you haven't changed your original intention! Go find a blacksmith and get rid of this ugly chain!"
Xie Hou knelt down to listen, and was about to agree, but Han Shaer stopped him: "No, don't you just lift it yourself, wouldn't it be great?" He didn't look at his hands or feet, and his face was confused. It can cover people's ears and eyes.
Han Shaer said with great interest: "The eighth level of Prajna, doesn't it mean self-realization?" The eight levels include external law, internal law, regulating the body, regulating the breath, controlling the senses, concentrating, entering the mind, and integrating the spirit - if you can step into the union,
God, if you become the leader of the sword kings at the same level, why should you worry about more shackles and shackles? However... Ben Wuwei could only smile bitterly and shook his head: "The little benefactor is laughing, the old monk has woken up from his dream.
, How can I fall asleep during the day?”
Hehe, don't be discouraged! Cheer up, Shaer Han, you have the foundation of palm skills, I will use my internal power to transmit it, and with the perfect combination, you can recover step by step.
What? Benwu was shocked. He didn't believe that the young man had such strength, and it was even harder to believe that the young man taught the skills to the old man. Since ancient times, masters have taught their disciples, but has there ever been a case of reverse teaching? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense! Could it be...
He slowly raised his hands and smiled like he was holding flowers: "Little benefactor, the old monk has nothing to offer in return. If you are willing to bend down and worship at my door, you will be the one to receive the Prajna Palm."
Hey hey! What is this rare thing? You are Huizi’s Liang Guo phase! I studied under Qi Bo and will become your old monk’s apprentice? Han Shaer ignored Xie Hou’s repeated gestures and firmly refused without hesitation.
Ben Wu was at a loss, Xie Hou was at a loss - blabbering is useless, just do it! Han Shaer nodded to Xie Hou, asking him to act according to his plan, then he picked up Ben Wu and said: "Let's go down!" and disappeared from the well platform.
The dry well is seven feet long, with a hole on one side at the bottom, about two feet square... Since then, Han Shaer has been doing nothing but eating, drinking, sleeping, breathing, and losing energy. The opponent is practicing his boxing skills and deliberately avoids looking at him.
.Twenty-one days have passed, and there is no recovery at all. The first six levels have been consolidated. Finally, I was greatly touched. I introduced Han Shaer as my best friend. They started chatting and occasionally discovered embarrassing things from the past.
He was also sixteen that year, and his eldest brother married a beautiful sister-in-law. He was infatuated with her, but he couldn't talk about it...