At noon, the "Jiuhua Academy", which has always been quiet and elegant, became very different because of the world-famous "Tibetan Zen Academy" first Zen master Master Huikong's Zen meeting. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Outside the quaint courtyard gate where the four-character plaque of "Jiuhua Academy" is hung, all kinds of carriages are parked on both sides of the mountain path, as well as sedan chairs of different grades and colors, and the avenue in front of the courtyard, which is not very spacious, is blocked.

Not to mention the sedan chair drivers who sat idlely turned a blind eye to the marble screen with the word "Jing" behind the courtyard gate, which was seven feet high and four feet wide, and talked wantonly in groups of three or five without scruples, and from time to time coaxed and laughed with foul language, accompanied by the neighing of livestock one after another, which was extremely noisy.

Yue Xiaofeng gasped and hurried to his feet, kept wiping the hot sweat from his face with a hand towel, frowned and walked through the pile of carriages and horses in front of the courtyard gate, just as he stepped on the stone steps and stepped into the courtyard gate, about to bypass the marble screen and enter the academy, he suddenly heard a low shock behind him, and couldn't help but be taken aback, and then a burst of angry speech came into his ears.

"You and other villains in the market, Hugh has to make a lot of noise in the holy land of books, and violators will be driven away from the scene three hundred steps away!"

As usual, the inexplicable spiritual consciousness after being frightened suddenly flashed through his mind, and Yue Xiaofeng immediately sensed a powerful qi power, appearing five steps behind him, under the plaque, and above the nine stone steps.

The spirit was fleeting, Xiaofeng turned around slowly, and that person was the one he guessed when he heard the voice - he was hired by the academy to teach music, music, theory, chess, and painting skills, and he rarely went in and out, and it was said that Mr. Yi lived in seclusion somewhere in Jiuhua Mountain.

Wearing a light blue Confucian shirt, although the temples are slightly frosted and he is nearly middle-aged, but Mr. Yi, who is still handsome and extraordinary, is on the top of the nine-section stone steps, and his eyebrows are angry and sweep the audience, his majesty and anger are like heavens, and everyone is suppressed to have a breathless feeling of suffocation, although there is no shortage of people who rely on their wealth and nobility to speak provocateurs, but when he deliberately said that he was about to come out, he glanced at it at the right time, and suddenly couldn't say a word.

Although there was no spiritual sense, Yue Xiaofeng could still guess that Mr. Yi's actions, like the dove-robed old monk's substantial gaze and Xuan Yunzhuo's sense of oppression, were all unique traits of an airway master who had reached a certain level. He never thought that Mr. Yi, who was usually unsmiling, solemn and steady, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and superior in elegance and elegance, would hide such an amazing qi path cultivation.

From this point of view, Xiaofeng expected that Mr. Dingyi must be a person with a great background, but he didn't know why he was committed to the college? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile with all the vicissitudes of life, if there is a big background, why not him and his mother? Now that he is also studying in the academy, perhaps Mr. Yi is also like them, in order to avoid entanglements or the past.

Mr. Yi, who shocked everyone in one fell swoop, returned to indifference, no longer paid attention to the reactions of everyone below, and turned around leisurely and stepped into the academy.

Yue Xiaofeng stood aside respectfully, bowed to the teacher-student salute, and said, "Hello Mr. Yi!" ”

Mr. Yi nodded back with a natural expression, and then hurriedly entered, and went straight to the "Wulun Library" along the convenient path.

Although Yue Xiaofeng was anxious, but for the sake of respecting the teacher's heart, it was inconvenient to follow him or replace him, so he had to slow down his pace through the lobby, go east along the "Juqing Pond" for dozens of steps, bypass the "Yide Hall" that punished students who violated the rules, and then walk along the spacious garden path with neat flowers and plants, and enter the middle garden of the academy full of ancient trees and green grass.

This is the dojo of this Zen meeting, "Wulun Library".

Yue Xiaofeng saw at a glance that compared to usual, there were more than a dozen men in different costumes outside the main entrance of the Library, thinking that they must be the guards of some characters in the scene, and at the same time, they also knew that the Zen meeting had begun, and it was impossible to enter the Library.

How could a small difficulty stump Yue Xiaofeng, who was in and out of the library frequently. He bowed his head and walked around the main entrance of the attic without a sound, and was thinking about going to the back of the building to climb the ladder to the second floor, but was intercepted by two men in brocade clothes who followed him, and one of them shouted: "Boy, stop, what are you doing?" ”

Yue Xiaofeng felt very ridiculous, looking at the two of them's iron-green faces and sullen expressions, it was estimated that Bacheng had just stopped Mr. Yi, and he was so depressed because he had been taught a lesson, and he obviously saw that he was still wearing a school uniform and still came to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, so he couldn't help but ask angrily: "I have been studying in the academy for three years, and I just saw that the two of you and the few faces in front of the building were unfamiliar, and they never asked for their names and origins. ”

The slightly taller man with the scar smiled coldly and said, "I didn't expect that at a young age, you learned the rhetoric of those poor scholars, but you are a little sharp-tongued!" ”

Before this person finished speaking, the guy with a meaty face next to him was already angry, stepped forward and twisted the placket of Yue Xiaofeng's chest, and scolded angrily: "Little rabbit cub, I think I put on the bird's skin of the bullshit academy, so I don't take our 'Southern Anhui Double Tiger' in my eyes." Hmph, I want to see, how can you prove your identity after picking up this layer of skin? ”

When Yue Xiaofeng was young, he and his mother experienced many hardships, and were bullied by all kinds of fierce gods and evil spirits, and now he suddenly saw such an unreasonable person, full of anger surging up, one hand on the man's wrist veins grasping and rubbing his clothes, peeking at the center of gravity of this person's body, ready to use the wrestling skills taught by his mother, and take advantage of his unwillingness to knock the man to the ground.

Scar Man watched coldly and smiled disapprovingly. Sure enough, Yue Xiaofeng's intention to exert force in secret was easily detected by the big man, so he smiled hideously, and his strength was concurrent, and he actually lifted him up in the air.

Yue Xiaofeng, whose body was in the air, was suddenly startled, and the fingers on the man's wrist veins were violently sore. But at this moment, Xiaofeng, who was immersed in the body, was shocked, and his spiritual sense loomed, and the alternating changes between the qi veins around the man's body were presented in his spiritual platform.

The inexplicable spiritual sense prompted Yue Xiaofeng to regain his self-confidence, he calmed down, and let Lingjue calmly swim the qi veins around this person, and he finally realized the difference between the natal meridians between people mentioned by his mother, and the difference in the changes in the qi derived from the cultivation method.

For example, in the mother's meridians, the cathode pulse in the body is slightly cold; This person's meridians are warm and hot, and the anode pulse is thick; The mother's qi is alternately dominated by the cathode true qi, which travels through the veins in a unique way, and rarely enters and exits the anode meridians; This person's popularity is alternately anode true qi, and even regardless of the pole, the yin vein is reversed, so as to promote masculine energy. From this, it can be seen that the method of this person's practice of the qi path must be the lower multiplication method mentioned by the mother.

"Let him go!"

The familiar voice came, and Yue Xiaofeng's spiritual sense once again grasped the shock of the power of the qi pole, and clearly sensed a majestic and sharp pure yang qi pole, which came out of the air from Mr. Yi three feet away, locking the pulse qi around the man under him.

Yue Xiaofeng seemed to have realized that if he had such an airway cultivation, he should be able to subdue this person with the assistance of spiritual sense. Thinking about it again, since Mr. Yi knew where this person's qi machine alternated acupoints, could he also have a similar spiritual sense? Of course, he wouldn't understand now that a high-grade master like Mr. Yi relied on external factors such as the extreme, strength, and strength of the opponent's strength, and relied on the acquired qi to grasp the opponent's pulse qi laws, and then blocked the relevant acupuncture points with his qi strength, so as to subdue the opponent. How can there be such a spiritual sense like him that does not need to be replaced by qi to send and receive from the heart, but it is ethereal and unpredictable.

The cross-meat man was unwilling and helpless, so he had to put Yue Xiaofeng down to the ground, let go of his hand and didn't dare to make any changes, and stood in place.

At the moment when Yue Xiaofeng's opponent's strength was withdrawn, his spiritual sense was empty, and he reminisced about the moving spiritual reaction and figured out some rules. It seems that only when his mood changes to a certain extent, such as in a trance, he is extremely frightened; Or it is immersed in the body with qi energy, so that it is suitable for the right opportunity to arouse the inexplicable spiritual sense.

Mr. Yi ignored Scar's resentful gaze, walked to Xiaofeng's side, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

Yue Xiaofeng knew that Mr. Yi must have thought of him who would come after someone would make trouble, so he came out to solve the siege, and was grateful in his heart, and said, "Thank you Mr. Yi, I'm fine!" ”

"Hurry up and get up!" Mr. Yi pointed to the back of the stairs and stepped on the ladder, and listened to the roar of the "Twin Tigers of Southern Anhui" who swore to take revenge, and walked straight towards the main entrance of the library with an indifferent expression.

Looking at the figure of Mr. Yi leaving freely, Yue Xiaofeng admired in his heart, and he thought, the chivalrous man who "cooks fame and fortune as light as tea, and waits for idle grievances and laughs" should be such a simple and indifferent character as Mr. Yi!

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Yue Xiaofeng finally logged into the two-story attic where the ancient books and bookshelves were placed in the "Wulun Library", and nearly two-thirds of the more than 100 students from the two major academies of the academy had already arrived, crowded between the two-story attics, and surrounded the circular ladder that overlooked the main hall at a distance of five or six zhang, and the birds were silent.

Between the three floors of the three-story attic, an old and majestic voice came into the ears.

"The so-called Tao is the heart. In the past, before the second ancestor of our sect, Master Shenguang, did not realize the Tao, he knew through the ancient and modern knowledge, but he did not know the method of 'peace of mind', and he had been seeking for more than 30 years without success. From this, it can be seen that the heart is the foundation of the Tao. Therefore, looking for ten thousand ways and seeking one, it is better to return to the original heart with ten thousand thoughts! ”

"Quiet thoughts, return to the original heart, ......" Yue Xiaofeng listened to it and sighed late, chewing the essence of the words and not grasping the essentials. Li Gui stood at the corner of the ladder not far away, waved at him vigorously, he raised his eyes and looked at his heart, it turned out that Li Gui had already occupied a vacant seat for him by virtue of his fat body.

Xiaofeng stepped forward quickly, didn't dare to speak, and only made a thank you gesture to Li Gui, who patted his chest to show that it was nothing.

“…… Seeking the heart with your heart, knowing is easier said than done. Because of the heart of ordinary people, trapped in life, afraid of death, seeking fame, seeking profit, bathing in grace, resentment, and burning the mind and body at all times, how can we talk about the pure mind and meditation and self-cultivation? And many people who have escaped from the mundane and are not in the red dust, thinking about the moon and trying to seek the method of nirvana, the heart is solid and quiet, but still wants to reach it quickly, and it is far from the Tao! ”

Yue Xiaofeng listened intently, while squeezing into the crowd, lying on the solid red willow fence and looking down, under the sunlight from the skylight on the top floor of the attic, the main hall from west to north three directions more than a dozen seats and dozens of sub-seats were full. Mr. Guan and Mr. Yi sat side by side in the two main seats in front of the north seat, while the gentlemen who usually taught various subjects and scriptures in the college sat in the deputy seats, and the other seats were all rich and powerful figures in the prefecture and town, on the contrary, the men and women sitting in the southwest seats and most of the people behind them were all unfamiliar in appearance and did not look like the locals.

All of this is due to falling into the obstacle of self-grasping. You and I might as well meditate on it, are all the delusions in the world born from 'me'? Are all the evils and sins that pervade the world also because of me? Therefore, those who cultivate their minds and seek the Tao should first break the obstacle of self-grasping! ”

Master Huikong, who was the main seat of the east seat and wearing a golden Zen robe, paused when he said this, stepped down from the lotus cushion, flicked the red sandalwood rosary in his hand, walked slowly between the three seats, raised his eyes to look around at everyone, and even raised his eyes and smiled and swept over the crowd of students in the attic, and asked:

"With all the princes here who have been in the red dust for a long time and so many students who have read through the past and the present, who can tell the poor monks how to break the ego?"

When Yue Xiaofeng saw Master Huikong's clear face with infinite respect, he couldn't help but roar in his head, it turned out that this Master Huikong of the "Great Tibetan Zen Temple" was the unfathomable dove-clothed old monk who cultivated the qidao on the giant rock this morning.

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