I heard that the master of the temple was reciting sutras and giving lectures. Zhang Xuandong, the shopkeeper, and Zhuang Mi, the second shopkeeper, who were far away in the shop in Zhouchengfang City, rushed back, leaving two young disciples who were sent to the shop as waiters to look after the shop. Chen Chong also
Fly back to the mountain from Lingcao Peak in Guizailing one day in advance.
Zhang Wenfeng did not teach in the training hall. He chose the place for chanting under the ancient walnut tree on the southwest slope of Xianling Mountain.
Up and down the hillside, disciples were sitting or standing, listening to the master's rare sutra chanting lecture.
Shan Chang, Hu Qiang'er, Leng Xiang and Shui Qing Ru, Zhuang Yu, and Mountain Badger didn't have to compete for seats. They were ranked in the good positions closest to the visitor. Lezi usually didn't chant sutras or do homework, so this time he leaned on the tree trunk down the slope.
Come and listen to the fun.
The master of the temple held a flowing bead, lit three sticks of long incense and stuck it on the ground in front of him. He sat cross-legged in the open space of an ancient tree and silently recited the "Tai Sheng Shuo Sutra of Everlasting Peace" without chanting. The invisible power of his thoughts was as soft as water, spreading everywhere.
Listening to the scriptures in a silent place makes the tree branches sway and the spring light shines brightly.
The whole mountain is silent, with faint fragrance and walnut flowers blooming.
The disciples were so mesmerized that they sat down one by one without knowing where they were.
The last piece of music was the first time I knew that silent scriptures could touch people's hearts so much. It was so beautiful that it was indescribable. He was immersed in it and sat on the ground under a tree.
Zhang Wenfeng pinched beads and recited the Sutra without saying a word. After three times of the "Tai Shang Shuo Chang Qing Jing Jing", he changed to "Tao Jing", and then changed to the "Cultivation and Peace Chapter" in "Tai Shang Tong Xuan Si Fang Miao Jing"
, with the blessing of flowing beads in his hand, although there is no vision of flowers falling from the sky, his power of thought has become more successful than before.
After the incense on the ground was burned, he stood up and walked away.
Listeners all over the hillside were left immersed in their own thoughts and experiences, unable to extricate themselves.
Spiritual energy and wood energy merge together, trickling like mist and smoke.
Zhang Wenfeng showed an indifferent smile at the corner of his mouth and put on his beads. A class like this on mindfulness enlightenment can be held once every three or two years. Too frequent is not good, and too much is not enough.
The realization has its pros and cons. The monk who woke up first silently got up and went back, practicing behind closed doors in his room while he felt fresh.
Most of the monks who went to the dining hall to eat at noon were missing, and they were thoughtful even while eating.
At dusk in the afternoon, I drank tea with the mountain leader and listened to the mountain leader's compliments: "Listening to the temple leader chanting sutras once, it is like showering with sweet rain, all the tacky things in the body are gone, the dust in the heart is washed away, and there is a lot of benefit."
If you can hold more such sutra chanting and teaching classes when you have free time, why worry about the sect not becoming popular?"
Zhang Wenfeng put down the tea cup and smiled without saying a word.
The mountain chief stopped talking, and the viewer became more and more enigmatic.
The master's sutra chanting class in the morning was indeed wonderful. He had a feeling that in a few days he would be able to advance to the gradual and subtle realm and reach perfection. I heard that many disciples had gained a lot and needed several days to digest it. Some of them had broken through small bottlenecks.
Direct small promotion.
Although he is in charge of the sect's cultivation resources, he rarely takes pills to speed up his cultivation.
He heard the visitor mention it to him once "accidentally" and asked him to "go with the flow as much as possible, slow is fast, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry".
He practiced step by step, sharpened his mind in trivial matters, and enjoyed it. He hardly encountered any bottlenecks along the way. Although his cultivation speed was not fast, he followed a smooth path.
In the evening, Lezi, the guy who didn't wear a monk's robe, mingled with the evening class disciples, crowded together with Qian Jing, and recited the Eight Sutras in a decent manner.
After evening classes, Zhang Wenfeng walked towards the back hill with two little tails behind him.
Hu Qiang'er smiled innocently and said: "Sir, don't you think it's strange? The walnut tree has not yet reached its flowering season. After listening to your lecture today, it actually bloomed ahead of schedule. If you have free time in the future, please sit under the walnut tree more often.
Sit and lecture, the scenery there is unique."
Zhang Wenfeng asked with a smile: "Will the walnut trees bear fruit this year?"
"It's hard to say. Maybe if you go and teach the sutra a few more times, it's possible that the trees will be full of walnuts."
Hu Qiang'er couldn't bear to waste his energy on such a trivial matter as the result. He brazenly said that he was a young man, so what was the result?
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Leng Xiang, who had colorful plum blossoms in her hair, suggested weakly: "Master, you can also sit under the plum blossom tree. The scenery there is also good."
Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "I will sit under both of your trees. If you want me to recite sutras, you have to look at the timing. Sutras cannot be recited casually." Then he turned to Lezi who was following sneakily behind him and said: "Lezi, it's so late.
Are you asking me for advice on 'nine palace arithmetic'?"
Lezi scratched his hair and said with a smile: "I want to invite the viewer to have a drink and talk about other things."
Unless he is drunk, he will ask the temple owner for advice on "Nine Palace Arithmetic".
Hu Qiang'er pulled Leng Xiang away and flew away.
Zhang Wenfeng didn't pick up the wine gourd that he always had with him. He took out an old gourd from the storage space, filled it with some old wine, took a sip at the right moment, and asked, "What's the matter?"
Before Shui Qingru became a disciple, Lezi avoided him.
Ever since that girl became a disciple, Lezi often appeared in front of him to make her presence felt and greeted him with a smile.
Lezi also took a sip of wine and said: "Guardian master, the list of the next group to go to Dingxicheng to experience has not been decided yet? Can you count me in?"
Zhang Wenfeng said "Oh", looked at his cousin who was happily working in the kitchen and suddenly brought up this topic today, and said: "With your ability, you can become the training captain, but you have to ask your master for his opinion.
It’s okay. Does your father know?”
"I didn't tell the old man. I was so annoyed by him that he wanted to tell me about my wife all day long. My ears are calloused."
Lezi said he was annoyed with his father, but showed no signs of impatience on his face. He smiled and said: "Please help me ask. My master doesn't really care about me. It seems that I am an apprentice. I want to go to the border town to practice. I heard that
Nice place.”
"Nonsense, your master knows about it and will make you lose your skin if you don't train him."
Zhang Wenfeng took out the flying sword, muttered a few words silently, then struck it, and said to Lezi, who was laughing: "If your master agrees to let you go out for training, you have to make it clear to your father. One year is not a short time for him."
"Understood, I will."
Lezi took another sip of wine, hesitated for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Is she okay?"
Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and looked at Lezi, who looked downcast, and pretended to understand: "It should be okay."
Lezi opened the collar of his clothes, pointed to the inner armor, and whispered, "She gave it to me, I know." There was a row of butterfly-shaped stitches inside the cuffs of the inner armor, which were exactly the same as the patches Shuiya had sewn for him back then.
The little Ni'er, with the fish tail exposed from the hem of her skirt, came to play several times and accidentally mentioned "empress". After hearing this, he quietly asked the little girl Lengxiang who had just arrived. Lengxiang didn't know.
Xianling Temple has a transcendent status and is the pleasure of the temple owner's cousin, so he will not hide it. Lengxiang once stayed in Liuzhihe for a few days, so it is not surprising to know the name of the empress.
Zhang Wenfeng looked at it for a long time. He was a dexterous and shrewd person. He suddenly pushed it forward. Lezi jumped slightly and let him go. He laughed and scolded: "You two are acting to trick us into playing. You can ask her yourself."
Looking at your potential, you must have found out where her lair is?"
Lezi hurriedly raised the gourd to toast, and said with a smile: "My father's bad breath is hard to get rid of, and I have no future now. Hey, my head hurts. Master, please help me think of a way and give me an idea."
"I don't even have a wife now, so I'm too lazy to meddle in your business."
Zhang Wenfeng took off the Liuzhu in his hand, climbed up the steps and walked into his cave.
After saying a few words without speculation, I left the silly boy scratching his head and blowing the wind.