The whole hall is splendid, the interior furnishings are extremely luxurious, and these ladies in Tang costumes really have a bit of an imperial feeling. Lu Zheng sighed in his heart, people are more popular than people, a small party is such a big pomp, this is the only rich person who can enjoy life.

The maids saluted respectfully, and the three of them slowly stood under the luxurious chandelier on the more than ten floors in the hall. From the ivory-like white spiral staircase on the side of the hall, a beautiful young woman in a white sportswear with her hair combed was the same mother Sang who was talking to Gao Jiajun in the nightclub.

"Gao Shao, you're late. The glamorous young woman blinked her eyes and said with a coquettish face: "Lin Shao and Zhou Shao, they have both started." If you're a little later, tonight's lottery will be lost. ”

Gao Jiajun's eyes dodged for a moment, and said with a smile: "Sister Li, I am to blame for this." There was a delay on the way. ”

"Huh?" Sister Li's beautiful eyes flowed, and she fell on Lu Zheng with interest, looked up and down, and then walked to Lu Zheng's side for half a circle, and said with a smile: "Lu Shao, you are here too." Welcome, welcome, welcome. Come on, take Lu Shao and this young lady to the VIP room, serve good tea and wait. ”

"Sister Li, wait. Gao Jiajun stretched out his hand, leaned over and muttered, "These two are my good friends and have a good relationship." They have been admiring our Zen meeting for a long time, and this time they specially adjusted their itinerary to come. Sister Li, you have to give me this face. ”

"Oh?" Sister Li glanced at Tang Scarlet Carp, muttered noncommittally, and then glanced at Gao Jiajun coquettishly, and said angrily: "Gao Shao's face, I don't dare not give it." Okay, let's go and change your clothes, everyone is in a hurry. ”

After speaking. She glanced at Lu Zheng meaningfully, twisted her graceful steps, and led them to the second floor. Passing through a dimly lit hallway, we came to the locker room.

The three of them each picked a room and changed into a white practice uniform similar to Sister Li's. When she walked out of the locker room, Sister Li was gone. Only a respectful lady led them to the so-called 'zazen room'.

As the so-called artist is bold, Lu Zheng did not have any worries, followed the lady to the elevator to the top floor, and then turned around, through a magnificent corridor, and finally came to a hall.

The main entrance of the hall is hung with a heavy milky white velvet curtain, on which a big word 'Zen' is written. The lady lifted the curtain, and a warm spring heat came to her face. With bursts of delicate aromas, such as sandalwood and floral fragrance mixed together, it is refreshing.

Gao Jiajun's expression relaxed, and he sucked two puffs greedily, his eyes looking intoxicated.

Incense!

Lu Zheng could conclude that this was the kind of aroma that Lulu and Nana carried, only more intense. He pretended to enjoy it and took a few deep breaths, and glanced at Tang Feili without a trace.

The décor of the practice room is very different from the opulence outside. The entire basketball court-sized room was full of plain white color. Even the floor is covered with a white wool carpet, and the walls are hung with calligraphy and paintings, mostly words such as Zen, self, Taoxin, heaven and earth.

About twenty or thirty students dressed in practice uniforms fanned around a circular platform in the center of the hall. On the high platform, white wool futons are spread, and flowers are blooming behind the futons, and incense sticks as thick as candles are burned on the left and right. Steaming aroma.

Those students were both male and female, and their ages were different, including middle-aged people with gray hair, middle-aged ladies with loose muscles, and young people with oily hair and powdery faces. A girl with flowers. They all sat cross-legged on the futon, their hands folded in the dantian, in the shape of lotus flowers, their eyes closed, and their expressions reverent.

The lady sent them in, and left with her head down. Gao Jiajun made a shushing gesture to Lu Zheng, and tiptoed to the edge of the futon and sat down.

"Pretending to be a ghost. ”

Tang Scarlet's lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, and he found a futon to sit down with Lu Zheng.

After waiting bored for a while, the curtain of the side door of the hall was lifted, and a big fat monk came out, wearing an apricot yellow robe, twisting Buddha beads in his hand, his face was full of red light, his eyebrows were kind, especially a pair of earlobes, which hung down like water droplets, as if Arhat was alive.

Three steps behind him, followed by Sister Li with a solemn face.

The monk didn't look very fat, but he walked vigorously, the fat on his body did not tremble, and he came to the high platform in a few big strides, and saluted: "Ladies and gentlemen, the poor monk is polite." ”

Then he slowly walked up to the high platform, shook his long sleeves in a chic manner, and sat cross-legged on the futon. Sister Li looked around, nodded slightly, took a futon and sat down under the monk's head, holding the lotus cross-legged, with a dignified and holy face.

The hall was quiet, the old monk lowered his eyes and face, and the old god was twisting the Buddha beads, reciting in a low and fast voice, and the tone was strange, sounding like Sanskrit.

As he recited, the divine light on his face became more and more left, and the furrows where the fat gathered gradually unfolded, and finally his whole body slowly floated slowly, a foot from the futon.

The sound of chanting stopped abruptly, he opened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile and said: "The method of Fu Huo, not the imaginary Qi of the imagination, nor the true Qi of the breathing dantian, there are three transmissions: one is the righteousness of Qianyang, and the auxiliary qi of Kunyin, and the third is the residual qi of all things...... Meditation is the first, meditation is the second, and samadhi is the end...... Uphold the lotus sign, all worries, sorrows, hatreds, anxieties, nature is the self, the self, the true self ......"

The tone of the old monk is very magnetic, not hurried, the words of the mouth are subdued, the rhythm is neat, with the aroma of the spleen and lungs in the air, as well as this solemn and solemn environment, people can't help but feel a sense of reverence, as if entering some indescribable wonderful artistic conception.

The faces of those students all showed expressions of fascination and relaxation. Of course, except for Lu Zheng and Tang Scarlet, with the strength of their souls, this little ecstasy trick really can't be put on the stage.

However, in order not to arouse suspicion, they had to mobilize the muscles on their faces and show a constipation-like 'satisfied' smile.

"When it's the real me, show great powers!" The old monk raised two feet high out of thin air, raised his arms above his head, pinched the lotus handprint, and shouted: "Om, Boom!"

Accompanied by his chanting, those intoxicated students raised their arms together, pinched the lotus flowers in their hands, and shouted with all their strength: "Be the real me, show great powers!"

Then, the students' faces were full of holiness, and their bodies began to slowly leave the futon and levitate.

Lu Zheng and Tang Scarlet, who were caught off guard, looked stunned, and the two of them were the only ones in the audience, and their buttocks were still sitting on the futon.

Lu Zheng's heart sank, damn, is this the rhythm to be exposed? )