After breakfast, it's time to learn Chinese arithmetic, because Chang Yueming is the prince of Yanlong, so there is a special old monk in the temple who speaks Chinese arithmetic, and Chinese arithmetic is extremely simple for Fengzhao, although he fled to Qilin Mountain, but for his education Limeng and others have never been careless, and there are the best teachers to teach him. Therefore, his language is excellent in arithmetic.

At noon, the moon shines with the wind and comes to a quiet Buddha hall on the southeast edge of Baoxiang Temple, at this time it is the time for the monks to preach and study in the front hall, there is only an old monk in the Buddha hall who knocks on the wooden fish, the Buddha hall enshrines the Maitreya Buddha who is always smiling, the laughing Maitreya of the clay sculpture is lying down, one hand is supported under the head, one hand is on the belly, the eyes are full of smiles, as if there is nothing sad in this world.

In the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue, the smoke of incense adds a bit of hazy mystery and solemnity to the Buddha hall. Yueming walked straight to a futon and sat down with his knees crossed, signaling Fengzhao to sit down too, so Fengzhao also sat down on his knees on the futon next to Yueming, and then looked at Chang Yueming with puzzled eyes, Yueming put his hands together, his eyes were slightly closed, and he didn't look at Fengzhao, and said, "Eyes look at the nose, nose and heart, throw away a qiē distraction", there was no sound, so the wind also folded his hands and meditated with his eyes slightly closed, his nose and nose.

But after a while, he couldn't sit still, since his legs were good, he also meditated, but at that time, he was full of practicing mental methods and wanted to integrate those mental methods into the body, so his head was very busy, but now he asked for nothing and didn't want to sit still. He thought to himself, anyway, it's better to meditate than to memorize some medicinal herb names, as soon as he thought of this, the old monk who knocked on the wooden fish stretched out the tone, "Amitabha, eyes and nose, nose and heart, no vain and no desire." ”

Feng Zhao immediately retracted the idea of reciting the name of the herb, and thought to himself: "This old monk is a god, as if he knows my thoughts." ”

He was full of thoughts for a while, and for a while he secretly squinted his eyes and quietly looked at Chang Yueming next to him, and saw him sitting upright like an old monk, and his already expressionless face was as flat as water. How is this person so boring, Feng Zhao thought like this, and suddenly a figure flashed from Feng Zhao's mind, and he couldn't help but be happy in his heart, thinking about what that little girl should be like if she was allowed to sit here like this?

"Let go of your obsession, Amitabha" The old monk's long voice came again, and Feng Zhao quickly withdrew his fugue's heart, and his mind was empty.

The monotonous and empty wooden fish sound rhythmically came to Fengzhao's ears, one or two sounds, and slowly Fengzhao forgot himself, as if there was nothing in heaven and earth, even he did not exist zài, only his own consciousness existed in an empty space, he was surprised to find that he could hear the sound of his bones rubbing, he suddenly, felt that he was in a space without anything, although there was no sun, no moon, but the world was clear and cheerful, it was a static world, including his own heart was static, I don't know how long it took like this, he heard Chang Yueming sayThe words "the hour has come", and I suddenly felt that those four words came from an extremely distant place.

When he opened his eyes, Fengzhao had a feeling that his heart was as calm as water, and his body was clear, and he looked at Chang Yueming, but he still couldn't see any expression on his face. "The donor is perceptive, his heart is calm and the dust does not move, so that he can think clearly and not fall into the red dust" There was an old but loud voice next to him, it was the old monk who knocked on the wooden fish, and he still closed his eyes slightly as if he were stopping the water.

Fengzhao couldn't help but secretly exclaim, this Baoxiang Temple is not only a monk Huiying Zen Master, no wonder Huiying Zen Master only told himself to study with Chang Yueming, and did not teach him anything. He folded his hands and bowed to the old monk, "Thank you for your advice."

At this moment, he understood why he meditated like this, people have too many things to think about in a day, the more chaotic it is, it is better to put aside distracting thoughts and sit alone for a while, some things may become clear when you open your eyes. He benefited greatly from this sitting, and he maintained this habit well until the future, and this habit also gave him supreme strength and wisdom in his future life.

After lunch, go back to the room to rest for a while, Fengzhao was called by Yueming to clean the courtyards everywhere, although this Yueming is the third prince of Yanlong Kingdom, but since he was a child, he was sent to Baoxiang Temple, and the food was the same as the monks in the temple, so he was able to suffer so much at a young age, and Fengzhao was born in the palace since he was a child, and he did not live a life of brocade clothes and jade food before fleeing, even if he fled to the end of the world to hide in Qilin Mountain in the future, he was still waiting for people before and after, how could he suffer so much physically, chopping wood in the early morning, meditating at noon, and now he has to clean the courtyard, the summer sun is scorching and he has no strength at all, and sweat soaks all his clothes, but he is a strong and forbearant child, for him, the physical suffering is far less than the inner suffering, so no matter how tired he is, he has no complaints, and he is more than the moon everywhere.

When he finally finished cleaning the courtyards everywhere, he didn't even have time to drink saliva, so Yueming called him to his own meditation courtyard, threw him a book of internal exercises, and told him some simple introductory exercises of the inner strength, let him go back and ponder it by himself, holding the book of internal skills, Fengzhao was a little disappointed, this is no different from the internal strength of the heart taught by Limeng, he can recite the internal strength of the heart taught by Limeng, looking at the disappointed wind and light, Yueming sneered slightly in his heart, " This is an ordinary internal strength method, tell you how to use your breath to breathe, you must start learning from the very basics, only when the basics are learned, you can go further in martial arts, understand?"

Looking at Yueming's unfazed appearance of pretending to be a young man, the cold and arrogant Fengzhao really wanted to punch him, but he endured it, after all, Zen Master Huiying said that he should learn from him first, he carefully wrote down the practice method of Yueming's teaching, and went back to his meditation room.

In the meditation room, after he rested for a while, he carefully looked at the internal strength of the mind, this internal strength of the mind is a little more difficult than the Limeng taught him, but the foundation in the early stage is the same. Although he was tired of Chang Yueming's tepid appearance, he had to admit that what he said was the truth, he had to start from the very basics, only when the foundation was laid, could he go to the highest, all the martial arts foundation internal strength and mental methods were the same, but each had its own practice method, when he was in Qilin Mountain, he had practiced only because his legs were not good, and the effect of practicing was not very great, but now that his legs are good, he started to practice according to the book seriously, and he never stopped until Yueming brought him dinner.

Looking at his meticulous appearance, there was a little admiration on Chang Yueming's calm face. After a long time, he stopped practicing, and when he saw the food on the table, he thought to himself that Chang Yueming still had a heart. After eating, he wanted to go to the Tibetan Golden Pavilion to study the scriptures, as soon as he went out, he saw a white long moon outside the door, at this time the sky was slightly dark, his white clothes were particularly conspicuous, although he was only eight years old, but since he was a child, he grew up in this temple with Hui Ying Zen Master, but there was also a bit of dust, seeing the moon and waiting for him, Fengzhao's heart softened slightly, not in that cold appearance.

Looking at the somewhat tired wind light, Yueming said lightly: "You will adapt to it after these few days." Fengzhao nodded, so the two walked all the way to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, walking on the road, Fengzhao was a little puzzled and asked Yueming Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the most important place in the temple, how can you let people go in at will to learn to read it, Yueming told him, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Baoxiang Temple is divided into levels, all the books that belong to the profound secret books, there are first-class monks guarding Kung Fu, there is no nod from several elders of the temple can not be seen, and the second-class library is the young monks with high attainments in martial arts and scriptures in the temple to see, and then there are disciples who have just entered the Buddhist door to learn, so Baoxiang Temple has a heavy cultural and historical inheritance, and there are often monks from other temples who come to learn。

Talking to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the Tibetan Golden Pavilion of Baoxiang Temple occupies an extraordinarily large area and is located in the highest part of the Baoxiang Temple, the momentum is not very grand, but the temple is built extremely simple and vigorous, there are three halls before and after, the three halls are arranged in a stepped manner, the three gilded characters of the "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" are majestic and the pen is round into the wood for three points, and the "good words" wind shines and can't help but secretly exclaim.

Entered the first hall, there are three rows of bookshelves in the hall, and then there are rows of desks, which are full of small novices and disciples who have just entered the Buddhist door, some are reading, some are practicing calligraphy, there is an open space in the southeast corner of the main hall, there are several rows of monks sitting on the ground, from the small novice to the old and young, there is a middle-aged monk in front of them to say something, the voice is small, and it does not affect the learning of other monks, the moon is slightly close to the wind and tells him that it is illiterate, and the temple specially allows the learned monks to teach them to read。

The first hall and the second hall are connected, there are nine stairs at the back door of this hall to directly enter the second hall, the monks of this hall are fewer than the people in front, but the bookshelves are much more than in the previous hall, the hall is extremely quiet, and occasionally the sound of turning books is heard. And Fengzhao they are going to learn all kinds of knowledge in this scripture building, among which there are also more advanced martial arts books, but Yueming does not let Fengzhao look at martial arts books, sue sù him, for a beginner martial arts person, the more martial arts classics he reads, the more miscellaneous they will affect the road to martial arts, Fengzhao nodded and said that he knew, so the two went separately to find the books they needed, before parting, Yueming told him, if there is anything he doesn't understand, after writing it down, at the end of the month, there will be a monk to explain.

Coming to a row of bookshelves, Feng Zhao looked up and saw that there was a piece of rice paper pasted on each row of the bookshelf, indicating the classification of the books to which this row belonged. Feng Zhao probably took a look, the books in the scripture pavilion are mainly Buddhist scriptures, at most, there are handwritten copies, there are also printed copies, and there are carved on the stone and written on the silk silk, etc., the seven-year-old Feng Zhao does not like the Buddhist scriptures, and thinks it is boring, but the temple's scripture pavilion is a book like martial arts in addition to the scriptures, and Feng Zhao has no choice but to flip up a book and read it. When he returned to the meditation room after reading the book, the sky was full of stars, and he fell asleep as soon as the wind was on the bed, which was the most solid sleep he had since he fled.