February passed, and the farming was busy one after another. Mr. Chen, who was rich and free, except for daily homework, sword practice, body training, reading and other daily routines, he did not need to cook or wash. He had a gentle maid to take care of him. p>
Life is much happier than that of a poor guy working hard in the fields.
"As long as you can endure hardship, you will have endless suffering."
Mr. Chen was walking on the road between the fields, taking the steps of disowning his relatives, and carelessly recited a fallacy that was very appropriate for the occasion.
One of the bad traits of human beings is to see others suffering more, and there is a psychological pleasure in wanting to comfort others.
Several balls of furious mud flew from the field.
"Climb!"
"Haha, I am so angry."
Time is as fast as a horse race, and in a blink of an eye it is June, the peak of summer.
After several months of study, Chen Mou still couldn't master the sword spirit. As a last resort, he paid the tuition fee of fifteen spiritual stones at Lundao Hall. He chose to study the flame technique with Master Zhang, the instructor, and learned the photography technique and flame surround protection.
Technique.
Every fifth day, I come to class in the afternoon, leaving time to practice at home.
He wants to learn more about the principle of the process of converting elemental energy into mana by learning spells, and maybe he can find another way to make a breakthrough in his swordsmanship. He has the thinking ability that is good at vertical analysis and horizontal comparison, and will not be rigid and unchanged.
He felt that there was some magical connection between the movement of mana and the release of Yuanli?
It only took two lessons to learn the object-taking spell and flame surround. Like all basic spells, it is easy to learn but difficult to master. If you want to use simple spells to exert their greatest power, you must practice them consistently. This is a truth that all monks understand.<
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Perhaps one day, quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and basic spells will become a magical power after being practiced to the extreme.
There are more than one or two successful cases in this regard in the classics.
The free chicken soup deeply inspired the poor monks who had no money to practice a few basic spells until they died. Of course, they would accomplish nothing until they died.
Chen Mou knew, however, that "Success is one percent talent and ninety-nine percent perspiration." Among them, one percent talent is the key to enlightenment.
Otherwise, the sweat flowing back into a river will be in vain.
God is too high to care for the poor.
On this day, after coming out of Lundao Hall, Chen Mou was wandering on the street and was not in a hurry to go home.
Monks are not afraid of ordinary cold and heat. No matter how hot the summer is, Chen Mou is still wearing a green preacher robe and will not sweat.
Before I walked to the Dongfang street stall area, I heard loud shouts from in front: "There's a fight, there's a fight, Brother Ye is fighting with someone again."
Chen Mou did not follow the monks who were watching the fun and ran to the south hillside. There must be a fight scene there. He walked to the old bookstall and smiled at Xiu'er who got up:
"Your brother is fighting with someone, why don't you go and take a look?"
"I, a little girl, can't get involved in this man's affairs. The most annoying thing is that he has to pay some spiritual stones for soup and medicine every time. He can't lose once or twice and win some spiritual stones to support the family."
Xiu'er has long been accustomed to her brother fighting with others. The cause of the incident is often because of her. She smiles and makes witty remarks to attract business: "Chen Daoyou, what kind of books do you want to buy today? There are many new ancient books." "Please help me find some books on Dharma practice, Xiu'er. You don't want to fool me, a regular customer, with parallel imports. We are old friends."
Chen Mou reminded half jokingly and half seriously.
What you think of as friendship in the market sometimes cheats you without discussing it. The test is a matter of eyesight.
"No, definitely not. I will look carefully for the book this time."
Xiu'er smiled and denied the three-part series. She leaned over a pile of books and rummaged through them. She covered her collar with her left hand and spent some time to find seven or eight old and new books.
Chen Mou sat down, looked through previous writings or diaries, and put them aside with satisfaction.
Suddenly feeling pressure approaching, Chen Mou turned his head and looked alertly, and saw a burly man striding over with a strong aura. He stood up quickly: "Brother Ye."
It would be a shame for such a strong guy not to wield a sledgehammer.
"Brother Mou, sit down."
Meng Tianye smiled and nodded, walked closer to his sister, and whispered: "Ignore that kid from now on, he is unkind."
Xiu'er rolled her eyes and asked, "How much did you lose this time?"
If the fight continues like this, the bookstalls will have no business.
"Excuse me, I..."
Meng Tianye muttered: "The patrolling monk came quickly, let that kid slip away." He didn't want to talk to the girl, so he looked at the pretty boy who was always wandering around the bookstall, carrying a stool and sitting down, saying
: "Brother Mou, are you interested in earning some pocket money?"
"Oh, Brother Ye, do you have any money-making business to introduce?"
"Our team is still short of a manpower. If Brother Mou is interested, he can go with us to the Tianlu Mountains to gain experience..."
Meng Tianye lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously.
"Brother, don't come up with bad ideas. Chen Daoyou has other ways to make money. Why is he going to the wild?"
Meng Tianxiu stared and interrupted, complaining: "I'm doing business here. You can go to other places and drink. Don't disturb the guests reading here."
Chen Mou smiled apologetically and said, "I have little ability, so don't drag down Brother Ye. Please find someone more capable."
It’s hard to guard against people in the city, and he is never afraid to infer others with the greatest malice.
Regardless of whether it is true or not, just stay out of the market when your cultivation level is low.
From now on, he will not come to Xiuer's bookstall again. He would rather go further away and go to the Xifang street stall to find books.
With such a brother, it is difficult for a girl to marry.
Meng Tianye shook his head and stood up to leave.
Chen Mou immersed himself in reading for a while, selected five of them, paid the money, nodded with a smile and prepared to leave.
Xiu'er apologized in a low voice: "My brother can't speak. Fellow Daoist Chen, please don't take it to heart."
"How could it be? Brother Ye also had good intentions and left."
Chen Mou raised his hand, and the setting sun stretched his shadow long, and he quickly disappeared into the crowd.
Xiuer sighed quietly, losing another old customer.
If this continues, she will drink the northwest wind.
Chen Mou went to the grocery store to buy grain, charcoal, meat, vegetables and other items, and carried them towards home.
Last month I went to visit Mu Xing, who was on crutches, and found that the owner of the yard at the foot of the mountain had changed.
I heard from an acquaintance of my neighbor that Lao Mu had sold his yard, asked the market maker to issue a document stating that he was injured on duty, in order to cope with the inspection of the secular patrolling monks, sold his two maids, and left quietly to live in secular seclusion and become a wealthy man.
Weng is gone.
After dinner, Chen Mou lit an oil lamp and carefully looked through the newly bought books. From time to time, he would use a brush to dip ink on the paper to make notes, and occasionally write down a few scattered thoughts that he was inspired by.
A good memory is not as good as a bad writing.
Three days later, he told Ying'er that he was going to retreat in the forging room. Even if he didn't come out for three to five days, he should not disturb him.
Carrying the bucket and dry food, I walked into the forging room, closed the doors and windows, and drew the thick black curtain.
It was pitch dark in the forge.
Chen Mou brought water and dry food to the cave in another world, practiced swordsmanship for a while, and the flame surrounding technique, trying to figure out the mysterious connection between spells and Yuanli. He felt that he was already at the critical point of breakthrough.
If you can get through it, your strength will greatly increase, and your state of mind will also benefit.
If a breakthrough direction is not found, a bottleneck will form and it will take time to work through.
He practiced sword fighting day and night, and when he was tired, he meditated and adjusted his breath. The spiritual energy from the other world was abundant and he could quickly recover from the loss. A few days passed without realizing it. He still couldn't find the feeling that he wanted to catch but couldn't catch it. Hundred Claws
It scratches my heart and makes me feel inexplicably irritable.
When he realized something was wrong, he woke up with horror.
Don’t be too hasty or act recklessly when it comes to spiritual practice. The right path is to “go with the weather, the right location, and the right people.”
Chen Mou drank a ladle of water, ate some dry food, washed his hands and washed, sat cross-legged on the futon, and recited the "Qing Jing Sutra". His distracting thoughts slowly disappeared, and before he knew it, he entered a rare "pure state" where he could calm down and meditate.
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Time passes without a trace, and something settles in the absence of desires and desires, and the spiritual light suddenly becomes clear.
He stood up and drew his sword from its sheath.
"Chi", he stabbed with the sword, and the stagnant energy flowing on the sword turned into a streak of red, stabbing out about a foot away.
The sword energy is like fire, bright and sharp.
He finally found enlightenment, made a breakthrough in one fell swoop, and mastered the use of sword energy.