The monks looked at each other and were all surprised. The master from India has always regarded Zen as the right path and regarded the figures of the Central Plains as the left path.

However, this inscription today clearly contains the meaning of praise and flattery. Master Baoxiang has never praised that Taoist so much since he entered the Central Plains.

Elder Jingxuan smiled and said, "Since the master wrote a pen and left a message, you can use a fence to surround this pillar to avoid the younger generations from destroying the master's original works and not being able to be admired by future generations."

The monks nodded and returned to the mountain gate. A carpenter monk in the dormitory followed the abbot's order and surrounded the pillars with bamboo strips. Later, the word "Yang Ming" became countless monks, nuns and Taoists. When the literati and poets checked in, they would definitely come.

However, Zhong Qi walked into the guesthouse with his head silenced all the way, uncovered his bag, took the cinnabar pen, scraped a few porcelain bottles, poured them into the cup, mixed with the wine and then left the monk's house.

Then, under the puzzled eyes of all the monks in the temple, he walked out of the temple gate, shook left and looked again, and saw a large green stone in front of the temple gate, and walked to the stone with his pen and ink.

The monks in the temples were all in trouble, and they were in a panic, and there were also people watching the fun. They all said that Master Zhong Dao was going to cause trouble again. This statement immediately made the Zen temple boil. The monk and the little monks and the little monks mixed with the old monks and gathered outside the temple to watch the strange thing.

This bluestone is more than three feet high and more than one foot wide. Zhong Qi brushes his sleeves and wipes the dust cleansed, dipped it in cinnabar ink, and while watching the monks, he writes hard and writes several lines of official script.

After writing, Zhong Qizhi returned to the Zen Temple and the monks surrounded him to pay homage to him, but it was also a lyric called "Minister of Zhongqiu, Master Baoxiang"

[Bao hat and cassock, picking Zen flying tin.

The hat and cassock are wading three thousand waters away, and the Zen flying tin travels thousands of miles of cliffs.

The yellow crane letter comes to the autumn tree, and the colorful phoenixes write until the evening breeze is clear.

I remember the spiritual palace treasure palace, Lin Pavilion, Zhentang talks about the truth, and the universe spreads the scriptures.

Flowers come to spring, and pine trees pass by green when rain. Purple zither is beautiful every year, and the phoenix is ​​flying inspiration.

The six dusts can be united without any spots, and the monks are at peace and freedom for all kalpas. The white jade treasure elephant travels all over the world, and they have been living all over the world from ancient times to the present.]

"Okay!... Color..."

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful..."

The monks did not applaud and praised them all. At this time, Zhong Qi also brought a clear water and was about to splash it at the stone platform. Elder Jingxuan hurriedly stopped him and said, "Master Zhong, I think this word is very good. Why are you splashing water? Do you want to wipe it and rewrite it?"

Zhong Qi smiled but said nothing, and took the bowl around Jingxuan, pouring a can of water down. What surprised the monks was that the ink was poured with water, but the original handwriting penetrated several inches into the stone.

It was like a treasure elephant carved with fingers, with clear handwriting and several inches deep into the stone slab. The monks looked at each other and came forward to wipe and caress, and they all concluded that this was the truth.

Just when the monks were like monks who were confused, Zhong Qi explained: "Monkey Baoxiang has Vajra Bodhi, who is good at kneading gold and breaking iron, and cannot penetrate swords and guns. I also have Qimen Dunjia, which is called the God Book Wanqu"

Duan Gong's secret technique records: The sorcerer used a brush to dip his brush in ink to write on the stone tablet. After a while, he washed away the ink on the face of the monument and saw that the handwriting had been hidden in the manuscript and was integrated with the stone.

Key points: Use a little turtle urine, charcoal, and a little sand to grind it into the inkstone water and grind it into writing. If you use soapcorn water to mix ink or use soapcorn to mix mercury silver beads, the handwriting can penetrate bricks and stones and will not be dragged down over the years.

After this lyrics were written, Elder Shi Jingxuan was also overjoyed. His Putuo Zen Temple was very lucky this year and he became a Buddha. The masters of the Taoist sects left behind the relics of this book, which could be passed down to future generations in the future.

Immediately issued a decree, and the monk and craftsman were nailed down the fence and surrounded it with bamboo strips to protect it from destruction.

After Master Baoxiang left, the Zen temple returned to peace. The monks chanted sutras, worshiped Buddha, practiced Zen, meditated, received pilgrims, and took care of Zhong Qi's injuries.

Before I knew it, time froze, and dozens of days passed in a blink of an eye.

Although it was said that it was damaged for a hundred days, Zhong Qi practiced martial arts, was strong and strong, and took into account yoga skills, and was better able to nourish the body. The monks in the temple also regarded him as a god. Poria cocos, zhi orchid, and ginseng all offered supplements.

With this help, by mid-winter (mid-October), Zhong Qi had already removed the bamboo board and his bones were healed. He worked sticks and punched in the Zen temple every day, danced his sword and moved his pain.

The monks in the temple saw that Zhong Qiwu was also loved by young novice fans, so they asked the elders to say that they wanted to learn more martial arts under Zhong Qi's sect, which would protect the Zen temple and protect the pilgrims.

Elder Jingxuan said that he was a sacrificial person and lived in other people's houses. Since then, all monks and Taoists from Zen temples have studied, and have taught them all the external martial arts, practiced methods, and practiced them.

The elder specially set up a flowerbed in the backyard, made a training place, put up equipment racks, and prepared all eighteen weapons, stone locks, and bar frames for Zhong Qi to practice with the monks.

In Zhong Qi's martial arts book, all the eighteen kinds of weapons use and fighting methods are recorded, but they have never had the opportunity to learn it. They have only practiced swordsmanship, staff, and sticks slightly.

Now that I have this opportunity, I naturally feel very cherished. I only practice eighteen kinds of weapons, such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks, forks, etc., and not only to be perfect, but also to be perfect.

The monks abstain from killing and learn martial arts only to protect themselves. Most of them are compassionate, only learning sticks, sticks, kidnaps, and Jiujieer whip. Zhong Qi reads books all night at night, learns and sells them during the day, and learns while teaching, and makes it clear.

In this way, by the twelfth lunar month (December), the sky was cold, snowflakes were fluttering, and the north wind was whistling, and Tiantai Mountain was covered with white snow scenes.

Zhong Qi also took the opportunity to dance the eighteen kinds of equipment, the nine-section whip and crooked meteor of Qimen, all of them were proficient in dancing, but without actual combat, the style of playing was barely introductory, and this was the case. He was also a blog post and a good source of knowledge.

On this day, about the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, taking advantage of the snow stopping, two fingers of thin snow on the ground. Zhong Qi took off his monk's robe and stopped, put on a patched apricot yellow Taoist robe, tidied up his luggage, and found Elder Jingxuan and said goodbye again.

Elder Jingxuan was so pleased that he had to lead the monks, ring the golden bell of the drum tower, and also send Zhongqi to the edge of the octagonal pavilion on the hillside.

After Yiyi bid farewell to the monks, Zhong Qi carried a bag and rode a stick to explore the way, and walked down Tiantai Mountain along the stone steps along the mountain road.

Walking straight along the road, Zhong Qi walked rapidly for about ten miles, and saw a large river running across the plain from afar. The river surface was about forty feet wide, winding without seeing the beginning and end.

There is a good city opposite the river, gate tower and female wall. The wall across the river is eight or nine miles long and cannot be seen from the beginning or end.

This bay river is called Han River, also known as Han River, which stretches thousands of miles down to Mianyang, Jingmen.

Zhong Qi rushed to the riverside quickly. There were dozens of thatched sheds on the side, and there were piers on the riverside. More than a hundred boats of all sizes were parked.

Looking at the guise of being drawn outside the house, there were taverns, teahouses, inns, etc. Zhong Qi ran directly to the wine house. Four or five square tables were set up in the tavern, and three or five men wearing straw hats and straw raincoats were sitting sparsely.

When Zhong Qi came over, the first person who came was not the waiter, but the black men wearing straw hats buzzed up and surrounded Zhong Qi and bowed, "Where are you going to? Do you have to take a boat across the river?"

"Several boatmen, I want to take a boat trip to Ningqiang. When will I go and how much does it cost?" Zhong Qi knew that they were some boatmen, so he said bluntly.

Several boatmen discussed for a while, and the rest dispersed themselves, leaving only a thin black man wearing a bamboo hat, lined with a blouse and a straw raincoat. He bowed to Zhong Qi and said, "Little man Liu Er, I hope Mr. Ning Qiang will be here. If the truancy is urgent, he can leave now..."

Zhong Qi nodded and said, "Let's go now, how much does the boat cost and how much water there are?"

"Follow the Han River, walk more than ten miles of water, and go to the tributary of the Han River in Nanzheng, and change to the Jinxi River. Walking west for twenty miles, you can reach the Jinxi Village in Ningqiang, and the boat will cost 300 liters..." Liu Er replied without thinking, and then added:

"If you think it's expensive, you'll wait for two days at this ferry. If you pass by, you'll be Ningqiang. The more people you have, the less money you'll be."

Zhong Qi thought for a while and decided to go back quickly, and go around Ningqiang directly. If Han Juren had finished his work, he could also go back to the middle school to practice earlier.
Chapter completed!