"Uncle Huineng, the jujube cake is so sweet and delicious, you should eat it too!"
"Uncle Master, this rice cake is delicious. It contains mung beans, red beans, and sweet dates!"
"Eat something quickly, otherwise other uncles and uncles will see us and we will be punished!"
There was a commotion in the cafeteria, and the novice novices surrounded Huineng one by one, stuffing pastries in front of them. Top 23S.
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Not only were they not afraid at all, but there were also a few smart ones who pretended to be afraid and held the pastries in aggrieved manner, not daring to eat them.
"Okay, okay, I eat, I eat, you eat too, all of you eat!"
Hui Neng had no choice but to take a bite of this and break off a piece of that. In the end, he was too busy and looked at Wu Ming as if he was asking for help.
"Master Huineng loves the young, and the young masters respect their elders. He is truly a role model for our generation. Shaolin Temple is worthy of being the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, educating and educating all living beings!"
Wu Ming stood aside, smiling and nodding.
Hearing this, Huineng's eyes widened, and he hurriedly stuffed a few cakes into his mouth, which made several six or seven-year-old novice monks almost turn red-eyed and look like they were about to cry, so he gave up.
In fact, this scene happened as early as when Wu Ming arrived at the cafeteria for the first time!
That day was just like now. Huineng held the rice pail, chanted the Buddha's name, recited scriptures, and warned the young novices not to be greedy.
But with just such a word, he happily ate with them, even though he was complained several times by his peers.
Of course, I don’t know if I forget it after it’s over, or it’s just my nature. Wu Ming came back the next day and still gave the same advice.
This lasted for half a month!
It wasn't until the sharp-eyed little novice monk saw other fire-headed monks arriving with food that he stuffed the cakes into his arms and sat on the bench, looking at his nose and heart, as if silently reciting Buddhist sutras.
"Donor Wu is here again!"
The leader, a fire-headed monk, frowned when he saw Wu Ming present.
The other monks who came one after another all shook their heads helplessly and said nothing. They seemed to have become accustomed to Wu Ming's presence.
"Master Huizhong, do you mind if the boy comes to have a meal?"
Wu Ming smiled and said politely.
"Amitabha, Donor Wu, please sit down!"
Huizhong glanced at Huineng, took in the expressions of the young monks and the sugar residue on their faces, and sighed secretly.
Wu Ming laughed secretly in his heart and sat aside unceremoniously, waiting for the vegetarian meal to be served.
But what made several fire-headed monks frown greatly was Wu Ming's sitting posture.
The feet are uneven, one foot apart, the hem of the robe is slightly trembling, nine inches above the ground, the shoulders are not flat, the left is high and the right is low, but the elbows are surprisingly flat!
Different from a bunch of young novice monks, who usually just practice martial arts and keep fit. Although he is a fire-headed monk, he has been exposed to martial arts since he was a child. Even if his cultivation level is not very high, he can still see that Wu Ming is clearly a master of martial arts.
It is an extremely mysterious sitting position!
Faintly, quite Zen-like!
This is an intuition that only those who have studied Buddhist scriptures for many years can see!
Intentionally or unintentionally, even Huizhong, after hesitating for a while, like other fire-headed monks, imitated Wu Ming's sitting posture.
Just after setting the position, Huizhong's eyes flashed, and he realized that this sitting posture seemed simple, but in fact it had a lot to do with meditation.
Moreover, he is not sitting on a chair, but maintaining a slight distance from the stool.
It is not relying on the strength of the legs, but relying on the balance of the whole body to maintain this mysterious sitting position!
As soon as I got started, I felt a little uncomfortable eating. After a few mouthfuls, I felt some cramps in my calves and my hands couldn't control their movements.
When they tried to rely on internal force to maintain the posture, they found that the meridians could not operate smoothly. They were shocked to realize that the posture was far more profound than they imagined.
In this way, you will be more interested in imitating.
Human beings will have private thoughts, even if they are monks!
Especially this group of fire-headed monks, whose age has long passed the optimal stage of martial arts training, can be said to be half-abandoned warrior monks by the Shaolin Temple.
They said they were half giving up because they were still in the Shaolin Temple.
Watching my brothers and sisters at the same level step into a higher realm, even if they chant sutras and worship Buddha day and night, they are just suppressing the distracting thoughts in their minds.
When they really find an opportunity, they rush faster than anyone else and never let it go.
Ever since, a strange scene appeared in the usually boring cafeteria.
The four fire-headed monks, their cheeks twitching from time to time, still insisted on sitting in a strange posture while eating, tacitly understanding each other and saying nothing.
Only Hui Neng looked at Wu Ming in surprise at first and opened his mouth. After realizing that his fellow apprentices were imitating his example, he started eating his meal in a muffled voice, looking a little unhappy.
However, no one among the monks who lowered their heads to eat noticed the flash of playfulness in Wu Ming's eyes and the slightly raised corners of his mouth, which seemed to reveal a sense of amusement in succeeding in a treacherous plot.
After eating the vegetarian meal and having some fun with the novice monks, Wu Ming walked away, leaving Hui Zhong and the four monks alone to figure it out. Hui Neng became a dull gourd.
After that, as usual, it’s time to eat, sleep, and practice.
However, when he was with the old monks sweeping the floor in the morning, Wu Ming began to stand and walk postures from time to time, asking the old monks to taste it.
Euphemistically speaking, the old monk is well-informed and can give you some pointers!
In this regard, the old monks had no doubt that he was there, and naturally they knew everything and talked about it.
What makes Wu Ming sigh with emotion is that even though he has been practicing the "Yi Jin Jing" for more than half a year and relying on the Buddha nature of the Buddha's teachings, he still doesn't know whether the Udumbara flower has exerted its effect.
Among them, even the simplest three pillars of standing, walking and lying are full of loopholes.
As the saying goes, there is a specialization in the art!
Even though the old monks have not practiced the "Yi Jin Jing", this top-level foundational technique came from the Shaolin Temple.
In the past, only eminent monks, or a few people with unique opportunities, were able to practice.
Not to mention that even if you only practice for half a year, even if you practice for a lifetime, you may not be able to truly understand it.
But the old monks are different. Even if their cultivation is not high, they can be exaggerated by Buddhist scriptures all their lives. The Buddhist principles are so profound that even Wu Ming could not learn from them in several lifetimes.
With their guidance, things that I thought I understood or didn't understand in the past suddenly burst out like rivers, my inspiration doubled, I realized different cultivation methods by analogy and solved several invisible hidden dangers.
It can be said that it turned out that Wu Ming showed various basic tips of the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" everywhere in the temple for the purpose of provoking trouble, but he gained unimaginable gains invisibly.
It is no different than receiving guidance from an eminent monk every day, giving instructions and teachings earnestly!
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"Unexpectedly, in just half a month, although my cultivation level has not improved, I can feel that my determination has greatly increased. Although I cannot say that I have been completely transformed, at least most of the invisible hidden dangers in my previous cultivation have been eliminated invisibly."
On this day, Wu Ming, as usual, after morning practice, he performed the "Yi Jin Jing" step posture to relieve fatigue, and found that the effect was surprisingly good.
It originally took an hour for the fatigue in the muscles to ease, but now it only takes more than half an hour.
It may not seem like much, but it is actually beyond imagination.
Just imagine, if under the same conditions, the two sides who have exhausted their strength, the one who recovers his strength earlier will naturally be sure to win!
"Master Huineng, I heard that you are the most profound in Buddhism. I have some questions that I don't understand. Please give me some advice!"
At noon, after the vegetarian meal, Wu Ming stopped Huineng who was clearing away the dishes and preparing to wash them.
"Donor Wu, the young monk has said many times that I am not a master, and... I am busy and my Buddhist studies are not deep enough. You should ask others for help!"
Huineng said with a bitter face.
I don’t know how many times Wu Ming found an excuse to ask for Buddhist scriptures!
But he was honest and honest, and although he allowed the greedy novice monks to talk, he didn't know whether he saw that Wu Ming had other intentions. He only explained the Buddhist scriptures once and never said it again.
"Donor Wu, when it comes to Buddhism, although we are not as good as Brother Huineng, one person can be short-changed, and two people can be counted on to be strong!
Although the four poor monks are not smart people, they have made some achievements in the Buddhist scriptures, so you might as well go aside and explain them in detail!"
Huizhong had a warm smile on his face, not at all the harshness he used to face young novice monks.
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
Therefore, Wu Ming did not refuse and went to the back hall with the four monks Huizhong.
Huizhong opened his mouth, said something, and washed the pots and dishes alone in despair!
Two hours later, Huizhong and the others sent Wu Ming away with smiles on their faces. Wu Ming also said goodbye with a satisfied look on his face, as if something indescribable had happened!
"Master Huineng, do you want to follow me to the guest room of the Zen Yuan?"
When leaving the kitchen area, Wu Ming suddenly stopped and didn't look back.
"Amitabha, poor monk...poor monk..."
Under the ancient tree not far away, Hui Neng's tall body stood out, his fat face was slightly red, and he was speechless and speechless.
"Master Huineng, I'd like to ask you about the Buddhist scriptures. You refuse to teach me. What's the point of following me now?"
Wu Ming pretended not to understand.
"The poor monk...the poor monk didn't mean to follow..."
Huineng said with an embarrassed look.
"Master, monks don't lie!"
Wu Ming smiled like a fox stealing a chicken.
"I ask the benefactor not to use tricks to arouse the delusions of the brothers!"
Huineng made Lingling shiver and gritted his teeth.
"What does the master mean by this? I don't understand!"
Wu Ming put his hands behind his back, walked forward, raised his head slightly, and looked sideways at the tall Huineng.
"The poor monk knows that the benefactor is extremely intelligent, but if the Discipline Hall finds out that Brother Huizhong and the others secretly learn martial arts, they will be severely punished, ranging from being expelled from the monastery to being deprived of their cultivation. I hope that the benefactor will be merciful and don't do anything.
Do it again!”
Huineng recited Buddhist scriptures silently, and his mind returned to calmness. When he spoke, his face felt like a treasure*.
Even if Wu Ming is as determined as Wu Ming, he is still vaguely attracted by his Buddha nature, and the original decision in his heart is wavering.
But, it’s just a trace!
"Master already knew, why didn't he stop it?"
Speaking of this, Wu Ming was not ambiguous and directly acquiesced.
"Poor monk..."
Hui Neng's fat face fell, full of embarrassment.
"Since the master is worried about his fellow apprentices, why not also learn from him? As long as the master nods his head, I will teach him everything I have and will never hide my secrets!"
Wu Ming said first with a smile.
"Ah, I can't do it, I can't do it!"
Hui Neng turned pale in astonishment and waved his hands repeatedly.
"That kid can only pass it on to the young masters, so that the masters can see where the kid learned it wrong!"
Wu Ming's face turned gloomy, without any sense of guilt for bullying an honest person!