The plateau in the early morning was still dark and gloomy, thunder sounded in the distance, lightning illuminated the moment, and the plain seemed to be dancing with demons, but it was not terrifying, but there was a shocking force.

I was still in a daze, wondering if it was nature that shook me, or the people who kowtowed, or both.

Ruoruo also ran over, she obviously woke up, and shouted to me as she ran: "Come back quickly, you don't want to die!"

She was angry: "I haven't seen such a bold Han man as you, be careful of the thunder and shock you, come back quickly." ”

I pointed into the distance: "Look, there are worshippers, but they don't know where they are going." ”

Ruoruo looked over, and then wondered: "Where is it?" I was stunned, blinked and looked again, and was gone?

How is this possible? I ran to the highway, "I was still here, it won't be so soon." ”

Ruoruo pulled me desperately: "Look at the dark clouds, the thunder is coming this way, hurry back to the house and hide." ”

I said that there was really a woman who kowtowed, and Ruoruo rolled her eyes: "I've seen it before, I guess it's an illusion, or a mirage." ”

What the hell, a mirage with a long kowtow?

I am convinced that I have seen the devout worshipper, who must have been prostrating for years, but she is gone.

If you tell me to stop making trouble, go back quickly. I was helpless, and the thunder was indeed near, so I had to go back to my room to avoid the limelight.

We ran back, there was a lot of thunder outside, but there was no rainstorm, and the thunder disappeared quickly, and by the time the sun was shining, it was already bright outside, but there was a layer of water on the ground, and I was afraid that it would rain a little.

I went to the highway again to check, but there was nothing, was it really a delusion?

I stood stunned, and Ruoruo called out to me: "Don't look, maybe you have met the gods, but the gods don't bird you." ”

I stood for a while, my heart seemed to let go of something, and my expression relaxed.

I ran directly to the low peak, and some of the villagers were also going up the mountain, and they seemed to be in a hurry. If so, I'm afraid that the psychic's house will be blown down.

A group of people ran up to check that the room was indeed about to collapse, but there was still a shelf, and the psychic could be vaguely seen sitting on a futon, motionless.

Everyone didn't dare to make a mistake, so they retreated lightly, and Ruoruo pushed me: "You can ask him for advice again." ”

I nodded, relieved. After they left, the psychic also opened his eyes, and there was a dull smile in his eyes as deep as the sea: "Do you know what you are going to worship?"

I shook my head: "Still don't know, but I'll definitely know later." ”

He sighed lightly: "Well, it's not easy. ”

He asked me to pass, and when I passed, he looked at me carefully, and then laughed, "Are you afraid of pain?"

I said I wasn't afraid, and he nodded: "Then sit down cross-legged." ”

I was taken aback, this sitting cross-legged is going to kill me, my thighs are all injured, and it is difficult to squat and, let alone sit cross-legged.

But it can still be done today. I was in such pain that I was in a cold sweat and my knee wound was bleeding before I could barely sit cross-legged. The psychic doesn't care about these things, he seems to be chanting, but I do understand it.

"Loose, quiet, steady, wise, people are like mountains, you let go of distracting thoughts, feel everything you can feel. ”

He laughed: "This is Zen Gong, when a person sits in Zen Buddha and lectures on the scriptures, when he understands it, he will sit in Zen enough." ”

This is too difficult to understand, and it is strange that the legs are not numb when sitting like this, and maybe the blood and qi will be poor, resulting in paralysis of the lower limbs.

But I could only listen to him, so I started the so-called zazen, and my whole body still hurt terribly. The psychic got up and looked out at the mountains by the door, but he ignored me.

I had a hard time getting into my seat, it hurt so much to sit and it was so uncomfortable that I felt itchy all over my body. The psychic didn't look back, just smiled: "They even do thousands of miles of worship, but you can't even sit well." ”

I was suddenly embarrassed and resolutely stopped moving, I am a mountain.

I don't even know how long I've been sitting, I feel like I'm going to get dizzy, but I still don't dare to move, and I sweat over and over again, I never thought that sitting meditation was so hard.

The psychic man no longer has zazen, he sits by the door and looks into the distance in a daze like an ordinary person. I was a little exhausted, and the psychic finally spoke: "Deep, long, thin, even, this is the method of breathing, continue to sit, when the spirit is ready." ”

I'm going to break down. But I had to listen to every word he said, I was busy controlling my breathing, and I fought hard to recuperate from my injuries.

At this time, something magical happened, once my breath was stable, and even my mind was stable, I was still very tired, but I felt another kind of qi. The psychic laughed: "You Han people also have zazen, but it's called sitting on the pile, the principle is the same, can't you comprehend?"

I didn't speak, this is indeed similar to sitting on a pile, my master has taught me before, but I don't have an in-depth understanding, I just know that I need to relax the whole body, which is the so-called qi to resist power, and repair the body's functions.

But it can't be that subtle, and I have to try it now. Silence fell again, and the psychic didn't say a word, leaving me to sit dead in meditation.

At this moment, I seemed to have forgotten who I was, and I was the only one in the room sitting with a calm face.

When I woke up it was night and I couldn't believe I had been sitting all day. I got up in surprise, and instead of the soreness I had imagined, I was full of energy, as if I had had a good night's sleep.

The psychic was still sitting in the doorway, dark all around, but he still seemed to be able to see the mountains in the distance.

I was overjoyed and felt a little bit of vitality in my body. The psychic smiled lightly: "According to you Han people, you have internal strength." ”

I knew he was joking, but I was still happy and thanked him. He didn't care: "You can heal yourself, the Buddha has begun to finish preaching, and the zazen person needs to understand it on his own." ”

I bowed down and thanked him, but he was still flat.

For the next month, I sat in meditation almost every day, and I felt like I was getting better. No wonder monks like to meditate, it turns out that once you relax your mind and body, it is simply a kind of enjoyment, and the same is true for the Chinese kung fu pile-sitting gong.

But I also knew that if I hadn't been inexplicably touched by nature and worshippers on this plateau peak, I would definitely not have been able to sit in meditation in my state of mind, and even my brother would not have been able to sit in meditation, and he would have gone crazy from time to time.

It's January again, and I'm in good spirits, but I'm still scarred. Although he is full of qi and blood, he has not yet healed his wounds miraculously.

The psychic was still silent, I said that I already knew how to zazen, and he nodded: "I don't think about my desires, I don't think about food, I don't think about sleep, I sit for three days in a row, and if I feel that the water has passed away, I can do it." ”

I was a little weak in my heart, but I did it anyway, and the psychic didn't say much, and I didn't say a word after I sat in meditation.

I sat there for three days in a row, and then it was a tragedy, my stomach was rumbling with hunger, and I was gone, and this thing was not made by people.

The psychic let me continue to eat and be full, without desire or desire, and God into the sea. I had to go on, and I sat for almost a month, and it was a miracle that I didn't die.

In the end, I felt groggy, but I didn't wake up, and I was still sitting on the futon, and I guess my body was shaking.

The next moment, a breeze blew like a stone into the water, and I felt refreshed all over, and a clear thought surged up in my heart, and I lost all my tiredness in the blink of an eye.

This is a mysterious and mysterious feeling, the breeze is just an introduction, I opened my eyes in surprise, the psychic stood in front of the door, the breeze blew in, his white robe shook gently, the surroundings were quiet, and his figure seemed to be embedded in the mountains.

I stood up, the bones of my whole body made a crisp sound, and the psychic laughed suddenly: "You can go, the hospital can cure you, and there is no need to be autonomous." ”

I understood what he meant, Grandma said that I would leave a hidden danger, and now that the hidden danger is gone, I just need to wait for the wound to heal.

I bowed down respectfully and thanked him, his eyes as deep as the sea: "Come back when you know what you're going to worship." ”

I said yes, and he walked slowly into the room and sat down cross-legged.

I went down the hill and looked back to see that the door of his house had been closed at some point.

I bowed again, and ran down the mountain, my wound was still very painful at the moment, but it was a refreshing pain, there was no hidden danger in the flesh and blood, I could even feel a breath of vagueness, I didn't know what it was.

When I went down the mountain, I found Ruoruo, and she was pleasantly surprised, I said I should go, it's been more than two months, and I'm going back to deal with old things.

She asked me to stay for two more days, and my eyes flashed with a cold light: "No, someone is waiting for me to appear." ”

I'm in good spirits at the moment, my face is cold, it's time for revenge. Then a villager next to me passed by with an ox cart, and Ruoruo asked me to go up: "Let's go to the city, take a ride to the airport." ”

"Okay!" I jumped into the ox cart and squatted down and walked away.