The front yard was full of pilgrims, and the smoke wafted out wrapped in thousands of prayers. The backyard is quiet, and the occasional chanting sound makes people feel peaceful.

Hu Ran touched his full stomach and complained: "The food is delicious, but I don't feel full without meat!"

"Eat less, you. Ning Du sneered. He had planned to go back the next day, but he underestimated his injuries and had to stay here for another day.

Pang Jiushan's injury is not light, but it is suitable to eat fasting and recuperate first, and it is really good to be in Guoan Temple, here you can send someone to treat him every day, he smiled: "Eat less and eat more, it's better to eat full." ”

"That's it!" Hu Ran hurriedly agreed, all he wanted was to sneak out and buy a piece of meat to eat, and starve to death to prevent the little janitor who would bring meat in.

Ning Du smiled and looked out.

Panruo walked in with Ninju, and saluted, "Lord Ning, are you feeling better?"

Whether it is the children of high-ranking officials, or the students of Qingteng Garden, or ordinary people, if something happens in the Guoan Temple, the Guoan Temple will take care of it.

Yesterday's incident was very strange, such a big movement, no one from the major regulatory forces in Tiandu came to inquire, which undoubtedly proved Panruo's speculation.

"Much better, thank you for taking care of it. Ning Du said sincerely.

"It should have been. ”

Pang Jiushan said: "I apologize for destroying a few houses in your temple yesterday, we have already called someone to repair it, and other obsolete places in your temple will also be repaired and repaired together." ”

"Thank you for your generosity. ”

Hu Ran glanced at everyone, took the dishes and chopsticks and left, leaving only a "I went to wash the dishes, you talk", as for where she slipped away, no one knows.

Pan Ruo looked at Ning Du and asked, "Forgive the little monk for taking the liberty of asking Ning Shi two questions." ”

"Master, it's okay to ask. ”

"In yesterday's battle, Ning Shizhu resisted the opponent's move with the cultivation of the difficult realm, and he was able to protect Pang Shizhu and counterattack reactionarily, which was really strong. Although Ning Shizhu was seriously injured, he was not inferior. If Ning Shi is in the same realm as him, it is really impossible to say who will win and who will lose. The little monk just didn't understand, Ning Shi was still seriously injured yesterday, and he can walk on the ground today. Master Ning, which martial arts are you practicing?"

Pan Ruo knew that it was taboo to inquire about the details of cultivators, and no one was willing to announce their secrets to the world. Cultivators basically have human lives in their hands, and secretly they don't know how many enemies there are, so they have to be on guard everywhere. However, Pan Ruo didn't inquire deeply, he just asked Ning Du what sect he belonged to. He had a big question in his mind, and even a very surprising speculation.

What kind of martial arts in the world can recover so quickly? There are only two possibilities that Pan Ruo knows.

Ning Du thought for a moment and said, "I have a connection with Buddhism, and my body is recovering so quickly on the one hand because of the medicine taught by Bian Shihan, and on the other hand, it has nothing to do with Buddhism. ”

When I didn't learn the scriptures, I was kicked and beaten every day by the old bald donkey and the old thief, but I can still restore the original state, which shows that this ability has nothing to do with Buddhism.

Pan Ruo groaned slightly, and asked: "Another question, I would like to ask Master Ning Shi, why did you learn the six styles of Zen Buddhism so quickly?" If you are not mistaken, Ning Du's mastery of "Zhen" has advanced to a higher level. Although Buddhism's control over martial arts is not strict, it will not reach the point of letting it go. Suddenly met a person who knew the core martial arts of Buddhism, "Zen Six Styles", Pan Ruo had to ask a few words.

Shinobu Xiu had an expectant look on his face, he really wanted to know the shortcut to cultivating the "Six Styles of Zen Buddhism".

"I have learned a Buddhist mind, which may be in line with the six forms of Zen Buddhism, so I learned it faster. "Ning Du hasn't figured out the true identity of the old bald donkey and the old thief, he can't rashly expose too many things, otherwise he is likely to incur death. In fact, in Guoan Temple, he has already leaked a lot of information, and if someone knows about it, it is enough to find out a lot of things.

Pan Ruo seemed to have guessed this result a long time ago, nodded, and said, "I won't disturb Master Ning's meditation." If Lord Ning wants to learn the six styles of Zen Buddhism, he can go to the 'Six Images' first. However, I still don't recommend that the donor go immediately, after all, the donor's injury has not healed yet, and if he forcibly cultivates, I am afraid that there will be a big problem. ”

"Thank you for the pointers, thanks for the reminders. Ning Du thanked.

Panruo bowed again and left the meditation room where Ning Du was with Ninju.

"It turns out that he just got a mental method, and he learned it so quickly!" "Ninja Xiu wanted to ask what kind of mental method it was, but after thinking about it, he didn't ask.

Pan Ruo smiled: "What?"

"I thought he had some shortcuts to take, but I didn't want him to refuse to say it, stingy, obviously taught me. "Ninja Xiu also knows that he can't ask others about the secrets of his practice, but he still feels that Ning Du's words are not enough.

Panruo stopped, looked at Ninja Xiu seriously, and said, "Uncle Junior, do you really think there is any shortcut to take? Master Ning has actually taught you how to practice the six styles of Zen Buddhism, haven't you discovered it yet?"

Shinobu Xiu was stunned and looked at Iwarua with wide eyes.

"Master Ning Shi is practicing condensation and shock all the time! Even if he is still injured now, he is still using the weakest vitality to practice. There is no shortcut to the practice of the six forms of Zen Buddhism, and if you don't practice it thousands or even tens of thousands of times, how can you succeed?"

Shinobu Xiu was knocked on the head and woke up: "Rock gives birth to flowers, I have to be a rock first." ”

......

In the evening, Ning Du came to the six statues of Buddhism again, Pang Jiushan couldn't move too much, so he didn't come, and Hu Ran went to look for her meat. The courtyard has been renovated, and there is no sign of destruction at all, and the six statues are still standing as before.

Ning Du stood in front of one of the statues, calmly looking at the lines that had been worn away by the years.

"It's the six forms of Zen Buddhism!" After reading it yesterday, Ning Du had a very familiar feeling, and after thinking about it for a long time, he saw it again today, and suddenly realized the mystery in it.

However, most of the lines on this statue have been worn away, and the upper body has been directly cut off, and the lines cannot form a closed loop at all.

Ning Du looked at it for a long time, and he could see all the remaining lines, but it was less than one-tenth of the complete, which was like only getting a few corners of a painting, and blindly speculating on how to draw it elsewhere must be nondescript.

Wisps of vitality began to surge up from the soles of the feet, like magma roaring along the line, reaching the waist, suddenly losing its direction, and unable to cool down, accumulating more and more, almost forming a new volcanic eruption. Ning Du had to slowly evacuate this vitality and let it calm down. If you practice by yourself, going crazy is the least consequence.

"If the rumors that the fat man said are true, then why did Emperor Wu behead these six statues?"

Being young and arrogant is naturally a reason, but Ning Du doesn't think that this is all the reason.

People who love wine will not waste good wine, people who know how to paint will not destroy famous paintings, if Emperor Wu is really a genius, he will definitely not behead the six statues of Buddhism because of "Anguo's name is too big".

Ning Du, who lived in the mountains since he was a child, actually didn't know anything about the Ming Dynasty. But since he entered the Tiandu, he has constantly heard about Emperor Wen and Emperor Wu from others, especially Emperor Wu. It can be inferred from these few words that he is a great man, who is more amazing than business and education, and even more amazing than the old bald donkey and the old thief, who once crowned an era!

"If it was really Emperor Wu who beheaded it, then what does Emperor Wu mean?"

Ning Du thought about it, and before he knew it, it was already night. Hu Ran came over and sat next to him.

After a long while, Ning Du found out that Hu Ran was coming, and asked with a smile, "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I come?" Hu Ran said as he knocked on the melon seeds.

Ning Du sat cross-legged on the ground like Hu Ran, stretched out his hand to pass a handful of melon seeds, and looked at the statue while knocking on the melon seeds.

"Hu Ran, come, look, this statue has a few lines. Ning Du said, pointing to a statue.

"Laugh at me! I just don't say it!" Hu Ran raised his head and threw the back of the young master's head.

Ning Du was not angry, and smiled and swallowed melon seeds.

Seeing that the young master was not entangled with him, Hu Ran had a feeling of hitting the cotton with his fist, and secretly looked at the statue.

"One line, two lines, three lines, four lines, five lines, ......"

"Ninety-three lines, ninety-four lines, ninety-five lines, ninety-six lines......"

"Three hundred and two lines, three hundred and three lines, three hundred and four lines......"

Hu Ran's eyes gradually couldn't open, and he fell asleep unconsciously, and he was still whispering the count in his mouth.

Ning Du tilted his head and smiled, continuing to look at his statue. The melon seeds in his hand have long been eaten, and only a handful of melon seed skins remain.

Pang Jiushan saw that Ning Du had not returned, so he sent someone to send the bedding. Ning Du didn't wake up Hu Ran, laid out the futon, put it on it, and continued to look at the statue by himself.

The wind blew through the trees in the yard, making a rattling sound.

Summer nights are slightly cool.

The sky gradually turned white, then brightened, spreading towards the huge sky, and scattered sounds gathered into a group, waking up the morning.

When Hu Ran opened her eyes, she saw a blue sky and white clouds, she looked at it for a while, and said, "Young Master, haven't you slept all night?"

Ning Du lay back on the futon, also looked at the sky, and said, "I'm not asleep." ”

"What is there to think about! If you can't think of it today, you will go to bed tomorrow, people always have to sleep!"

"Why don't you help me think about it?" Ning Du said with a smile.

"No, I'm going to pick up the candy man I ordered yesterday!" Hu Ran felt happy when he thought about it.

"Bring two for me. Ning Du was indeed tired, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep for a while.

"I knew I would bring it to you, I wouldn't buy it myself!" Hu Ran said angrily, ready to turn around and sleep again, but he felt irritable, sat up angrily, and then stood up and walked out of the small courtyard.

"Sugar Man ......"

"Sugar Man?"

"Sugar Man!"

Ning Du suddenly opened his eyes, and the clear blue sky and the drifting white clouds reflected in his eyes. For a moment, a smile appeared on his lips.

"I figured it out. ”