The heart puts the stunt of Shaolin Town Temple, which has been kept secret for thousands of years. It is said that there is only one type of mind, but it is unpredictable, and it can evolve into twelve kinds of changes, so as to respond to all changes without change, attack everything, and prevent without leaking. It can train the heart, mind, qi, strength, and law, and it is infinitely useful.

Yijin Sutra, one of the "Three Classics", is juxtaposed with the Yi Bone Sutra and the Washing of the Pulp Sutra, and is said to have been written by the patriarch of Zen Buddhism, Bodhidharma. There are 64 drawings drawn, and the practice of them can make people's spirits, bodies, and qi combine into one, such as arms and fingers. Strengthen the five internal organs, the twelve meridians, the eight strange meridians, etc.

It is fortunate that one of the two is lucky, but today there are people who want to read the two volumes.

"Amitabha, the scriptures that the donor wants to get, Shaolin has made it public. The sweeping monk smiled, like a Buddha holding flowers, his demeanor was peaceful, and his eyebrows were like frost.

Shaolin is very old, during which it has been rebuilt several times, many scriptures have been lost to the world, even some secrets that are not passed on, are basically revealed to the world, but they are basically incomplete, only some "programs". Most of the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion today are also manuscripts written by later monks, and many of them are written by memory, and there are many gaps and omissions.

The middle-aged man smiled: "This master, I want to see the original scriptures, not the fragments of the books written by later generations." ”

"The original scripture?" said the monk with a sneer, "the donor should please go back." The original scripture has long been gone, and this canonical pavilion is not the original scripture, and Shaolin disciples can testify. ”

"Master, I have come this time, I must see the original scriptures, and please give me some advice. ”

"Amitabha, donor, you are in a good position, if you have something, if you don't, if you don't, how can you create something out of nothing?" the monk shook his head.

"Master, I heard that the monks don't speak, why did the master deceive me?" the middle-aged man's face sank slightly, "It is said that the two volumes of scriptures are still in the temple. ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk has never lied. The monk shook his head and sighed, "The donor also said that it was just a rumor, if you don't believe it, you can go to the Scripture Pavilion to read it, but you must not damage the scriptures." ”

Hearing him say this, the middle-aged man couldn't help frowning, looking at this posture, it is estimated that the scripture book is really not in the scripture pavilion. He looked the sweeping monk up and down and asked, "Master, I came with sincerity." ”

"Amitabha, since you are sincere, why doesn't the donor show his true face?" the sweeping monk asked calmly.

"You ......" Qiu Feng's face changed greatly, and he took two steps back, and a bone-chilling cold air rose from the soles of his feet!

For so many years, transfiguration is his life-saving technique, no one has ever seen through it, even modern technology is difficult to identify, but he never thought that this old monk could see it at a glance!

Staring at the sweeping monk closely, Qiu Feng said in a deep voice: "Master, are you the keeper of this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is just an old monk who cleans the sutra pavilion and sorts out the scriptures. The sweeper did not admit it, but he did not deny it either.

"How long has the Master been here?"

"How long has it been? I forgot ...... Is it sixty years, or seventy years......," the sweeping monk sighed.

"Over the years, I'm afraid there are quite a few people who have come here to seek scriptures, right?"

"Good, there are so many people who come, and all of them come empty-handed. ”

"So, Master, you haven't studied the original scriptures either?" Qiu Feng asked.

"Yes, the original scripture has been lost, and no one has ever seen it. ”

"Dare to ask the master, which scripture are you practicing?" Qiu Feng clasped his hands together and gave a salute.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's practice ......" the sweeping monk shook his head, "It is the remnants of the marrow wash." ”

Wash the marrow meridian!

According to legend, there are two volumes of scriptures left by the Bodhidharma Patriarch, one is the "Yijin Sutra", and the other is the "Washing the Marrow Sutra"!

Qiu Feng's body was shocked, and his eyes lit up, and he pulled the sweeping monk to a remote place: "Master, I don't know where this marrow washing sutra is?"

"Amitabha, if the donor wants to look at this sutra, just read it. The sweeper said.

Qiu Feng smiled slightly: "Master, I want you to teach me." ”

"The poor monk taught you?" the sweeping monk smiled and shook his head, "The donor is not from my empty door, let alone a poor monk, I'm afraid I can't teach it." ”

"Master, the five aggregates of the monks are empty, do you still care about these false rites?" Qiu Feng asked.

"Good, good. The sweeping monk smiled, "What the donor said is very true, and it is okay for the donor to teach the poor monks." But I am afraid that the donor is in a hurry and will fall into the devil's way, so it is better to study the Dharma with the poor monk for a year first, and then it is not too late to learn. ”

"A year?" Qiu Feng Lian shook his head, "It's been too long, a month at most." ”

"Amitabha, the donor's body is surrounded by murderous energy, and if he does not use the Dharma to purify his heart and remove dirt, cultivating this sutra will only be counterproductive. ”

"I have the "Qi Cultivation Formula" in my body, and I will not fall into demons. Qiu Feng said seriously.

"Becoming a demon is only in a thought, and it has nothing to do with the method that the donor has learned. The sweeping monk sighed.

"Becoming a Buddha is only a thought, can everyone become a Buddha by studying the Dharma intensively?" Qiu Feng retorted.

"Amitabha, the donor is skillful, if he becomes a demon in the future, the poor monk will take back the scriptures he taught. The sweeper clasped his hands together, "Come with me." ”

……

This year marks the fortieth anniversary of a major historical event.

When the former No. 2 leader who promoted that incident was dying, he put forward the last wish of his life - he wanted to watch the military parade of the Celestial Empire at the end.

It was originally scheduled to be held on August 1, but in consideration of the old man's health, the state leaders convened an extraordinary meeting, and finally unanimously passed the proposal to solicit the opinions of all citizens of the Celestial Empire and overseas Chinese on a global scale, and to advance the date of the military parade by half a month.

Agree, or disagree?

The next day, major media, major websites, major software...... Whether it is a computer or a mobile phone, the homepage of all websites has a picture link to the voting website.

The whole world is boiling!

"Yes, without him, there would be no Celestial Empire with today's thriving economy, I am the first to agree!" someone spoke in the message area.

"He is a great man worthy of our respect, and he is an old man worthy of kindness, I raise my hands in approval!"

"Without Grandpa Yuan, we would not have enough to eat, and without this great man, we would not be able to dress warmly, and the people of the whole country should remember his contributions! ”

"Without him, the territory of the southern part of the Celestial Empire may not be complete to this day, and there is no doubt that his exploits should be remembered by future generations. He has given so much for us, and we should do something for him. ”

"I am a native of Aodao, and I am grateful to Chief No. 2 for allowing me and my family to return to the embrace of the motherland as soon as possible, he has fulfilled our long-cherished wish for many years, and we should also help him realize this insignificant wish. ”

"Even though I am in a foreign country, I still feel deeply excited, he is like our parents who are reborn, and their dying wishes are naturally fulfilled to the best of their ability. ”

"I have the honor to participate in this military parade, I just sneaked out to find a machine to comment, I am very excited, very excited, I feel extremely honored to be able to accept the inspection of the leaders on behalf of the million-dollar army of the Celestial Empire! We have experienced a long period of training, waiting for this day, if we can make the old chief smile, not to mention the military parade, it is to go to the battlefield, I want it!"

"Who is this guy? I can have today, thanks to my father, and it has nothing to do with this old guy. If you want to parade in advance, you can just be happy, just don't affect my date that day, if it affects my mood, you can kill him in minutes. A netizen said that it was reported that he was sent to the hospital that night, a high paraplegic, and on the same day, the three murderers went to surrender together.

"Although I don't have the blood of the Celestial Empire, I have to sigh that to be able to unite more than a billion people so much, this old man must have amazing achievements. An exchange student said.

……

Three days later, the nationwide vote passed with 99 percent approval!

However, just when people thought that this matter was settled, the state suddenly issued a statement, and the eldest son of the old man spoke on his behalf and rejected the request of the whole country!

"You can't be special, you can't go through the back door. ”

The simple and calm words made the whole country lose their voices.

This simple old man all his life, even when he was dying, adhered to his own principles, for the country and the people.

In a word, a storm was formed that swept the world.

"This is a predecessor worth learning from!" said a top leader of another country.

"He is one of the greatest figures of the Celestial Empire today!"

"Without him, we and the Celestial Empire would not be allies!"

More than half of the hundreds of countries around the world addressed the Celestial Empire as a sign of respect.

On 1 August, the military parade was held as usual, and after hearing that the former No. 2 chief would attend with illness and fulfill his last wish, the older generation and the middle generation all stayed in front of the television, and many of the younger generation were also asked by their parents to watch the ceremony together.

Compared with previous years, this year is particularly solemn and solemn, and the military parade scene, which should be magnificent and high-spirited, is filled with a depressing atmosphere, and the audience in front of the TV is a little puzzled.

Finally, before the parade began, a crystal coffin was displayed among the national leaders, and only a kind-faced old man could be faintly seen lying inside, wearing a set of whitish Mao suits, wrinkled, eyes closed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, and there seemed to be a trace of regret.

Finally someone realized something, and the tears couldn't stop holding.

"Salute—" A mournful roar shouted from the mouth of an old soldier, and spread through the horn throughout the parade site, throughout the Celestial Empire, and throughout the ...... Globe.

"Boom!"

The state leader raised his hand, all the officers and soldiers raised their hands, and the elderly, middle-aged, and young officers and soldiers who had joined the army and served in the army in front of the television also raised their hands and saluted together!

"May the chief rest in peace!" the old soldier roared, his eyes red.

"May the chief minister rest in peace!" On the TV, the shouts of the officers and soldiers rushed into the sky, shouting out the soul of the Celestial Empire and the backbone of the Celestial Empire!

Perhaps, this is the peace and prosperity that the old man really wants to see.

It's just that this old man didn't survive to this day after all, and his last wish failed to come true after all......

The whole nation mourns.