When he arrived at the guest house, Zhong Qi walked dozens of miles today, but he was tired, so he took off his shoes and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Although he fell asleep, he could only be considered as closing his eyes and resting. Because these days, he has achieved some martial arts and strong spirits. He often meditated cross-legged and meditated to maintain his spirit instead of sleep.

Now I am used to it. Even if I am tired of walking today, I am just lying on the couch without thinking. Although the apricots and apricots are closed, they still have a clear sense of the outside world.

At about the second update, the candlelight in the house had already burned out, and there was a faint moonlight outside the window. It faintly shone through the window paper, and it was also pitch black and blurred.

Just as he was half asleep and half awake, he suddenly felt a sound, and then the sound of the tiles of the eaves came. Zhong Qi's eyelids trembled, turned over and leaned over, opened his eyes and glanced at the roof.

Zhong Qi practiced martial arts and gradually became clear-headed. He knew that someone had been on the roof. With the faint moonlight, he quietly pulled Li Jian into the quilt and pretended to snore slightly.

Hearing the sound of snoring below, the bed was on the top of the bed, and a stack of tiles was gently lifted up. Zhong Qi was still calm. After a moment, a thread slowly hangs down. Under the slight moon shadow, it was a thin silver thread as thin as hair.

The silver thread has weight and does not sway with the night wind blowing outside the lattice window. Instead, it hangs straight up a few inches above Zhong Qi's lips and stops.

A skin was as white as frost, and the green jade hand with green blood vessels could be stretched out. He held a brush and dipped it at the top of the silver thread. Threads of black green beads fell down the vertical silver thread.

Straws of black green liquid, half-beaded as pearls, slowly reached Zhong Qi's lips, but Zhong Qi let out a snoring lightly, pretending to snore. The black green liquid was on the silver thread, and as Zhong Qi exhaled, it was floating and floating.

It rose several inches a while, and then it almost drooped to its mouth, but was blown by Zhong Qisuo's breath and never fell into its mouth.

...

After a while, perhaps seeing this, he could not achieve success, so he drew his hand on the eaves again. This time, a large stream of black green liquid flowed down the silver thread.

Zhong Qi had already narrowed his eyes and saw the turbid green liquid falling rapidly. He thought for a moment, and his nose tip swayed a few times, and he opened his mouth and sneezed.

Now Zhong Qi used his internal skills, exhaling like a rainbow and sword, rolling up the black green pearl liquid that was scratching to his mouth and quickly turned around, and went up the line in a moment.

Zhong Qi heard a sizzling sound from the top, like the sound of sulfuric acid corrosion. It was half a sharp scream and ran through the night sky, startling the night crows in the ancient temple bulged their wings and flew away. Then, with a clang, the eaves tiles broke several pieces.

After a while, there was no other movement or the sound of footsteps coming down from the eaves. Zhong Qi pursed his mouth slightly, but he didn't plan to explore it. He cared about the matter and then slept with his eyes closed.

As the fourth hour approached, Zhong Qi was still energetic and had no sleepiness. He simply got up, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, breathed and cultivated his internal energy.

In a trance, the sky gradually became brighter, and the bells in the Zen temple rang through the sky, just like a big bell, shaking the demons and demons. Zhong Qi opened his eyes and closed his eyes, got up and packed his clothes, towels, and put on his shoes and socks.

After slapping clean water and washing his cheeks, there were already chanting in the temple, and I felt the spirit of Zen.

Zhong Qiben wanted to find some elders. When he heard this Zen sound, he couldn't disturb the monks' morning class anymore. He waited for nothing, so he sat cross-legged on the cushion in the guest room, beat the wooden drum (muyu, called wooden drum in Taoism), and chanted scriptures, and started Taoist morning class.

After a long time, the sound of Zen gradually faded, and the Zen temple seemed to return to silence. Zhong Qi threw away the wooden drum, took care of his clothes, and hurried out of the guesthouse with Li Jian and headed straight to the hall.

I didn't want to leave the monk's house and went straight to Putuo Hall. I saw all the monks in the Zen temple gathering together, and they were fired foredo and other trains. The monks were like pilgrimage, and they put their palms together at the temple gate and chanted the scriptures silently.

Seeing Zhong Qi, he rushed out quickly. The monk in Taoist clothes who had come out of the temple yesterday attracted him quickly got out of the shift and grabbed Zhong Qi. The monk in Taoist clothes pulled Zhong Qi back to the back line, gestured to Zhong Qi repeatedly, and signaled to stop the sound.

"Shh... I have offended you so much. Don't blame Master Zhong Dao, Amitabha, Amitabha..." After retreating, the monk Daoyi said quietly to Zhong Qi carefully.

Zhong Qi was full of doubts at this moment. Someone assassinated him last night, and the monks bowed at the door like pilgrimage today, and always felt that the Zen temple was a little weird.

"Today, Zen Master Baoxiang from the Western Regions is about to arrive at the Bi Temple, so all the elders are here to welcome him, so they have to offend Master Dao for a while..." Perhaps seeing Zhong Qi was confused, Monk Daoyi was afraid that he would hit Master Dao, so he explained in a low voice.

"From the Western Regions? Zen Master Baoxiang..."

Before Zhong Qi could say anything, he was pulled by the monk Daoyi and whispered in Zhong Qi's ear: "The voice of Dao is smaller. Baoxiang is a monk from India. He traveled thousands of miles from India to the Central Plains to preach Buddhism. It is rumored that he has a profound Buddhist teachings and has also made Bodhi Vajra, which can avoid tigers and leopards, and his swords, weapons and blades cannot hurt him. He even crossed the river with a reed..."

"Is it really that powerful?" Zhong Qiyi looked like Lu Yu's expression in an interview, with only six words: Really, I don't believe it.

"Help... I can't finish talking about Master Baoxiang's deeds for several days and nights. As for whether it is true or not, I am not good at stating whether it is true or not. Anyway, he is going to come to Tiantai Mountain to preach, so he just can see the Buddha's face..." The monk in Taoist clothes replied with some anticipation.

Zhong Qi shook his head and waited silently with the monks. After about a cup of tea, a little monk rushed into the temple gate to report that the elders were busy cleaning up their clothes with the monks.

Suddenly there was a loud and exclaiming sound in front of him, but a monk pulled the reins and led a handsome white elephant into the temple gate. There was a monk sitting there.

Born with a round face, blessing and longevity, copper rings, double ears, silk belts, waist circumference, grass swaying, constant chanting in your mouth, Prajna is always taken refuge.

This Zen master looked like a Buddha. The monks, Taoists, monks, and elders did not dare to be negligent. They hurriedly recited scriptures to him, put their palms together, and after three rounds of worship, he went straight into the temple to Master Baoxiang, who looked kind and humble.

A monk had already led the master to ride down, and the elders held up the lotus platform and asked Master Baoxiang to sit upright on the lotus platform to preach to the monks.

"This... why did Baoxiang be born a bit like a Buddha?... Mom, it's not enough to have a job. Could it be that a master of Bodhidharma will be born in this life..."

This room was so busy that Zhong Qi stopped beside him and looked at Zen Master Baoxiang with a confused look on his face. He was surprised that this person was extraordinary, just like a Buddha in front of him. Then, compared with his legendary deeds, he felt a little ashamed.

Instead, the more I looked at it, the more familiar I felt, I couldn't help but feel shocked and suspicious. In a trance, I felt like I was born in Yu, how could I feel?

This was shocked and confused, and Master Baoxiang refused the monks, but he had to sit on the lotus platform and was about to speak, but he seemed to have all the sensations of Zhong Qi's eyes, and turned his head to look at the Taoist standing behind the monks.

Seeing Baoxiang sitting upright on the lotus platform, he looked at himself with some suspicion. Zhong Qi pressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and looked up. His eyes were quiet, just like a clear pond, neither humble nor arrogant.

Both of them are people with secrets in their chests and abdomen. Although they are not revealed at this time, there are some opinions in the future. How can they be seen: One on the stage is the true Dharma King in Wuxiangmen, and the color and sky are immortals. They are all called ancestors of the universe, and they are firmly sitting on the lotus platform and longevity.

This one in the audience is: a divine light sand between the eyebrows, round and turbulent, how can it be polished, how many methods can be refined for thousands of kalpas, and how to cultivate eternal life and escape from dust.

I won’t mention the following words, and I will say that these two are high and low. After looking at each other for a moment, I turned my eyes again. Baoxiang snatched fingers at the monks and said, “I feel that all the elders of the precious treasure temple are very kind, I am ashamed to sit on the lotus platform. There are only two volumes of scriptures and one rule, and I will talk to you all the masters of the Central Plains.”

"Zen Master Xie Baoxiang came to the temple to explain the Three Vehicles of Dharma. He would give him advice. The monks and others would never forget it..." The monks had already prepared cushions and sat around the lotus platform, looking as if they were listening attentively.

Zhong Qi, who was on the other side, immediately seemed out of place, and he was very bored. He immediately bowed silently to the monks sitting cross-legged to his house, and turned to the temple without hesitation.

"That master from the Central Plains, please stay..."

Zhong Qi, who was about to walk out of the temple, was stunned when he heard this, turned his head and saw that the treasure elephant and the monks were all looking at their homes, and he bowed and replied in surprise, "Did the Zen master just call me?"

"That is, I am a monk who has just arrived in the treasure land, and even the supreme preaching is only one volume of the Treasure Sutra and one volume of the True Ru Sutra. If you don't go to the upper level, you will neglect your master. I hope your master will not be bothered." Zen Master Longxiang nodded and smiled, and said politely and humblely.

Although the Duangong Sect is a folk teaching, mixed with Buddhist teachings, Confucianism, Taoism, and three religions, Zhong Qi has no research on Buddhism at all, and is only a little interested in Buddhist magic. He knows nothing about such nonsense scriptures that break the grain and rotten stove.

But seeing the radiant eyes of the monks under the altar, I guess these two volumes of scriptures were probably not a minor matter. However, Zhong Qi was still uninterested and immediately bowed:

"Immortal life blessing, I am in the mysterious gate of the side of the Buddhist family treasure temple, and I am very distressed to see the fairy face of Master Tianzhu. I dare to say something negligent, but I still have important things to do and am anxious to go on my way, but I have no choice but to have the Tianzhu treasure scripture."

After hearing this, Zen Master Baoxiang still smiled and said with a smile: "Who can tell you clearly, but according to my monk's eyes, the Taoist master's spirit is full of the vastness, and his body is covered with golden light, and he is not a worldly dust, and he has a Dharma relationship with the Buddhist family."

Zhong Qi smiled and said, "I have heard that Buddhists are facing the West and are rumored to go to the Pure Land. I don't know if you can never die as a monk, but can you achieve immortality when you go to the Buddha?"

"The Taoist priest said this little. Those who are monks will have nothing to do. Those who are wise and virtuous will be in vain. They are very wise and wise, and are indifferent to the inability to be born. The true intention is silent and free in the inability to be silent. All things are false. For this reason, the truth is the most true, and it is neither born nor destroyed. Isn't it great good?"

Baoxiang twisted the flower and said with a smile, intending to enlighten Zhong Qi, and he wanted to make him understand that at this time, there is no inspiration in heaven and earth. Only by focusing on the state of mind can one practice it is the right way. His state of mind is high, his body dies but his mind is not dead, he is lonely and empty, and he will never die.

Zhong Qi shook his head and asked with a calm expression: "After entering your Buddhist family, you will practice Zen every day, it is better to use sticks and boxing and meditate every day. If you sit in a cushion in vain, what kind of Tao can you get..."

"Ha...he... practicing meditation is the source of meditation. Giving kindness is the foundation of practice. If you say Quanzhen (sticking to Taoism), collecting yin and replenishing yang is a false saying.

Longevity 1 is a form of meaning. As long as the dust and dust are always abandoned, everything is empty. Simple, pure and love are few, and naturally life is endless..."

Baoxiang sat upright on the lotus platform, with a bright tongue in the lotus flower. He could hear the monks who were so infatuated that only Zhong Qi leaned outside the door and sneered in his heart.

Note: 1 [(天天天天天天) comes from the "Yan Shu Sutra", which divides the realm of form, the realm of formlessness, and the realm of desire, and also refers to the ability to break the emptiness of form, develop the supreme Mahayana Bodhicitta, and attain the highest fruit]

2【(Shen Guang Sand) is called the Golden Pill in Taoism, and the Mani Pearl in Buddha, which means the supreme Taoist Dharma, and the light means the unobstructed, Hunyuan Yi Qi]

3【(take bait) Take elixirs. Taoist health and prolonging life. "Wei Shu·Wenyuan Biography·Pei Bomao": "I took good care of the health and took poor bait, and from the spring, ancestors and summer, the three infants gathered together." Xu Xuan of the Song Dynasty, "Ji Shenlu·Zhou Yanhan": "Zhou Yanhan is good at Taoism and practices the matter of taking bait." Luo Daorong's "Literary Origin": "The theory of immortality is actually a sympathy for the immortals, and the source of unity is due to this. Later, he took bait and guided... and he was called Taoist.]
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