A few days passed in the blink of an eye, under Li Ping'an's care.
Monk Changqing's body gradually recovered.
The monk and the blind man could talk quite well.
Changqing has been to many places and learned about the customs, folk stories and travel experiences of various places.
Li Ping'an was very interested in them all.
There are also many things about Li Ping'an that attract Chang Qing, and the more the two chatted, the more they became more and more attracted to each other.
The relationship has become more and more harmonious. Although it was only a few days, a deep friendship has been formed.
On this day, Li Pingan was hoeing the ground at home.
Suddenly, my energy was exhausted.
The zhenqi flowing wildly in his body went berserk again, spiraling into his Dantian.
It impacted his heart and made his blood boil.
There was a thunderous sound from his abdomen, and a red arrow of blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Donor Li!"
Monk Changqing took one step forward, his expression slightly changing.
With one finger pointing at several of Li Ping'an's acupuncture points, a strong flow of true energy emanated from his body.
A terrifying pressure pressed directly into Changqing's internal organs, forcing his body-protecting Qi to be half dispersed and half recovered, and part of it flowed back into his Dantian.
Changqing barely held on, dispelling most of the strength, and used the remaining energy to protect Li Ping'an.
Half an hour later, the danger was over.
Chang Qing Chang exhaled a breath of turbidity.
By the time Li Ping'an woke up, it was already getting late.
Changqing stayed by the bed, adjusting her breath and restoring the energy she had just consumed.
Li Ping'an found that his "heart pulse" was almost broken, and his energy and blood were extremely weak.
If Chang Qing hadn't appeared in time, he might have become a corpse now.
Come to think of it, fate is really amazing.
A few days ago, Li Ping'an saved Chang Qing's life.
A few days later, Changqing returned his life.
Everything is destiny, everything has cause and effect..
Who knew that a small act of kindness could actually save his life at a critical moment.
"Donor Li, how do you feel?"
"Don't worry, I won't die. The worst-case scenario is that my meridians will be destroyed. I'll just be alive."
Li Ping'an is very open-minded. He has survived the most difficult days, so why should he care about these things.
"There is a source of energy in Li Shi's body that is extremely difficult to resolve. It cannot be driven out, cannot be dissolved, cannot be surrendered, and cannot be suppressed. It is really strangely tight.
Moreover, this aura seems to be that of Buddhism, and the donor may have practiced Buddhist secrets."
Li Ping'an smiled helplessly, "This is a long story."
Changqing saw that Li Ping'an didn't want to say more, so he didn't explore further.
He said earnestly: "The true energy in the donor's body is extremely unstable. Not only is it difficult to mobilize the true energy, but it will also backfire.
If you are not careful, you will die.
The best way now is to expel the true energy in the donor's body.
It’s just that I’m afraid we can’t do it just by you and me.
There is another way, I wonder if the donor is willing to try it."
"But it doesn't matter."
Li Ping'an has the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live doctor, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be.
"Buddhist Kung Fu is represented by meditation. Confucianism holds the center, Taoism keeps the center, and Buddhists keep the void." Therefore, the word "empty" embodies the characteristics of the Buddhist Kung Fu.
"Empty" means that all things have no entity and are all created by conditions.
The so-called "color is emptiness, emptiness is color..."
Seeing that Changqing was going off topic, Li Pingan hurriedly opened his mouth to bring the topic back on track.
Changqing coughed slightly in embarrassment, knowing that now was not the time for Li Ping'an to convert Buddhist ideas.
"The young monk entered Buddhism at an early age and spent more than twenty years studying the Nirvana Sutra.
Use the spirit of the five internal organs to activate blood, and then transfer the channels, muscles, bones, and acupoints to improve the aptitude.
It harmonizes its nature, radiates vitality, molds the heart, strengthens the essence, and regulates yin and yang.
Since the donor has Buddhist Qi in his body, maybe he can use this method to control some of it."
Li Ping'an hesitated for a moment, "The secret method of Buddhism, people in this mortal world may not be able to understand its mystery."
Chang Qing smiled faintly, "Donor Li is compassionate, optimistic and open-minded. I, the Buddha, will bless you."
The young monk is willing to entrust the secrets of Buddhism to him, firstly to repay the benefactor for saving his life that day.
Secondly, I don’t want people like the donor to find a way to save themselves in such a big disaster.”
At that moment, Chang Qing taught him all the mental methods of the Nirvana Sutra, and also gave instructions on various methods of breathing and luck.
Its subtleties cannot be understood by outsiders.
Even if someone gives you guidance, you should always be reminded that the person who understands it still needs to understand it himself.
If there is no guidance from anyone and no written annotations, it is not easy to understand the mysteries.
Unconsciously, Li Ping'an blended into it.
Sure enough, I felt that my meridians were smooth and my pulse gradually returned to normal.
In the early morning, I felt refreshed and refreshed.
Unknowingly, another day and night passed by, after two days and two nights of meditation.
The more Li Ping'an practices, the more he gets better at it. He has gained some experience in acquiring several postures in the scriptures.
Follow the instructions and it will take no effort to perform.
Gradually, I felt that the energy in my body seemed to have grown stronger, and my skills had also improved.
Changqing looked at Li Ping'an, never expecting that he had already understood something and made some achievements in just two days.
I couldn't help but sigh deeply: "Donor Li has a predestined relationship with my Buddha. It would be a great blessing if he could enter my Buddhist door."
Li Pingan just smiled and said nothing.
...........
The summer clouds have dispersed and a cool breeze has risen.
During these days, Li Pingan lived in seclusion.
I don’t even go to the daily Laqu very often, I spend most of my time practicing the Nirvana Sutra.
The more you practice, the less distracting thoughts you have.
Smelling the food I usually like to eat, I can't even bring up my desire.
Fortunately, the results are still very satisfactory.
Although the zhenqi flowing around in the body has not been completely digested, it can no longer make waves.
The rest can only be left to time and digested bit by bit.
During this process, Li Pingan could clearly feel the changes in his body.
The true energy in my Dantian is increasing day by day, becoming stronger than before.
Every breath is like a feather.
Every time you breathe in, you feel like you are lifting a weight with ease.
"Your dishes are here, sir, fairy duck, scallops, crucian carp with bean paste, pickled fish, fish-flavored eggplant cake, steamed chicken with rice flour..."
Listen to the waiter shouting at the restaurant opposite, don't talk about the guests inside.
Even people outside couldn't help but swallow their mouths and spit.
Li Ping'an touched his belly. He didn't want to become a monk who has no desires or desires.
Immediately, he strode into the restaurant and boldly ordered a table of delicious food.
Finally, I ordered another pot of fine wine.
Li Ping'an, alone, swept away all the dishes on the table with lightning speed.
Everyone around watching that scene couldn't help but be a little surprised.
How many days have you not eaten?
Li Ping'an drank the last glass of wine, sat down and said, "Waiter, pay the bill!"
The person there readily quoted the price and added zero to Li Ping'an.
Li Ping'an frowned slightly when he heard the price and took out the money from his arms.
He thought to himself: "The food is bad, the money is not enough!"
(Today is the New Year, I wish everyone good luck and good health)
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