The dim pavilion, the dusty scriptures exude the breath of history, Wang Feng walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and looked around, his gaze slightly stayed on the stone lotus platform in the center, and an oil lamp emitted a faint light, like an old man on the verge of death.

Wang Feng didn't think much about it, and walked forward to add oil to this oil lamp, which is a work that must be done every time he comes, and the Shaolin abbot gave the insight that "the oil lamp will go out".

"Wang Feng, how long have you been practicing down the mountain?"

Sitting on the monk on the seventh floor of the pavilion, the voice of the healing saint soul came.

"Three months, and there are less than two months left to complete the three-year period."

"Three-month ......"

The Healing Spirit seemed to be very interested in this time, and muttered and repeated, and after a long time, said, "It's time to teach you to comprehend the power of the Origin." ”

Wang Feng was excited when he heard this, during this time, the Holy Soul of Medicine and the Shaolin Abbot just let him do farm work at the foot of the mountain, and only one day a week he came here to listen to the abbot's recitation, Wang Feng felt that all the time was in vain, and now he finally had to learn the real skills.

"Wait!"

The voice of the Shaolin abbot suddenly sounded, and he said lightly: "Practicing martial arts first cultivates the mind, Zen and martial arts double cultivation is the king's way, if you want to comprehend the power of the origin, your state of mind must be able to reach a certain height, otherwise the mind will be confused, and the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

After the Shaolin abbot finished speaking, he said four words: "The oil lamp will go out." ”

He took the trouble to repeat the four words for several months, and once again appeared in Wang Feng's ears, Wang Feng's eyes looked at the oil lamp on the central stone lotus platform, and the flames trembled, as if they would be extinguished at any time.

"The Oil Lamp Will Go Out......"

Wang Feng looked at the wick that was about to burn out, emitting a faint light in the oil, and a figure appeared in the faint light, and his face changed one by one, and finally stayed on the red grandfather's face, which was full of vicissitudes of life and wrinkles, with a kind smile.

"Young man, it seems that you have already realized the meaning of this, why are you hesitating."

Man is like an oil lamp, which goes out and he dies.

"No, I don't have Zen enlightenment, I don't understand it, I'm sorry."

Wang Feng shook his head and waved away a terrible thought, as the abbot said, he did understand the meaning of these four words, but this was in conflict with his original heart, and he was unwilling to accept such a meditation realization.

"After all, it's too young, and some Zen enlightenment requires not only talent, but also chance, maybe the time has not yet come."

The abbot's voice sighed mournfully, and the aftermath dissipated in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Hey, cause and effect have their own arrangements, so if you don't want to meditate."

The Healing Holy Spirit also sighed, although he and the Shaolin abbot were both hiding in a dried corpse and could not express their emotions, but this voice already showed that they were regretful.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you."

Wang Feng lowered his head, some things are not acceptable if you see through them, just like a lot of chicken soup for the soul, many people will be enthusiastic and positive after reading it, but there are few people who really change from their hearts.

"It doesn't matter, since you can see through it, it naturally means that your state of mind has reached the source."

As he spoke, the Healing Saint Soul paused and said: "The Pseudo-Heaven Realm and the Heavenly Realm are only one step away, and if you comprehend the origin, you can cross the chasm, but unfortunately, there are very few people who can comprehend the origin. ”

Origin, which refers to the origin and basis of existence of things, Aristotle believed that all beings are made up of origins, from which all beings arise at first, and eventually return to it.

Those who advocate that there is only one origin of the world are called monism, that the origin of the world is material, that is, materialist monism, and that the origin of the world is spiritual, that is, idealistic monism.

"Comprehending the origin is the comprehension of one's own existence, and if you follow my medical sect to cultivate the Nine Yuan Medical Decision, it is an exploration of the source of the internal qi of the medical sect, and the Tao is one or two, which is not the other's strength......s."

The voice of the Holy Soul of Medicine was like a dull stone striking on Wang Feng's heart, and there seemed to be a force pulling Wang Feng in the dark, he sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his whole body relaxed, his skin sensed the energy flowing from the outside world, and the internal qi flowed from Zhou Tian between his muscles and veins.

"There are 24 meridians of the five internal organs and six organs of the human body, 356 acupoints are arranged, and the internal qi flows from the tendons and veins for 24 weeks, where does it originate? Where does it end? ”

The words of the Holy Doctor's Soul seemed to have magical power, passing through Wang Feng's ears and entering his heart, Wang Feng's silent mind followed the direction of the flow of internal qi to find it, and the twenty-four heavens were like endless Taiji diagrams, with endless cycles.

At the same time, the Sanskrit sound of the Shaolin abbot's voice chanting sounded, and the words were mantra, "Contemplating the Bodhisattva of Freedom, walking deep Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra, seeing the emptiness of the five aggregates, and overcoming all suffering......"

I don't know how long it took, Wang Feng felt the flow of internal qi between the muscles and veins, and he gradually seemed to sink into an empty world, with no light or darkness, no end.

Roar!

There was a sudden dragon roar, and the entire space shattered like glass, Wang Feng opened his eyes suddenly, and spit out a mouthful of blood, and fine sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Nima! What the heck! ”

Just a roar almost destroyed Wang Feng's state of mind, Wang Feng recalled the scene with palpitations, he was startled, could it be that the roar just now was the source of his internal qi?

"Therefore, there is no color in the air, no thoughts, no thoughts, no thoughts, no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, no color, sound, fragrance, touch, no vision, and even no consciousness; There is no ignorance, and there is no end to ignorance; Even if there is no old age and death, there is no old age and death; There is no suffering to gather and destroy the Tao, there is no wisdom and there is no gain, so there is no gain, so ......"

The Shaolin abbot finished chanting Sanskrit and said: "You have been in the temple for more than half a year, listening to Sanskrit Buddha every day, and now you can sense the existence of the source, just one step away, you only need to see its appearance clearly, it can be regarded as truly comprehending the source." ”

Wang Feng knew that he was too impatient, and his carelessness when he was close to the origin caused confusion, and when he calmed down, he once again followed his internal qi to move between the veins, no matter how long he meditated, he couldn't find the feeling just now.

"Everything has a fate, you don't have to be impatient, from today onwards, you can come to the Sutra Pavilion once a day to listen to me recite the Prajna Heart Sutra."

"Thank you."

The internal qi was constantly circulating, and Wang Feng had already felt exhausted, and he fell asleep after returning to the bottom of the mountain.

From this night onwards, Wang Feng's mentality changed greatly, originally he had always thought that he was wasting time, but he didn't expect that this kind of cultivation would bring him a lot of help, as long as he comprehended the power of the origin and reached the heavenly realm, he would have a chance to defeat the Shiyin family.

Wang Feng helped the villagers at the foot of the mountain during the day, and he could also treat the villagers with his medical skills, and the relationship became more and more harmonious over time, but Grandpa Honghong's condition was getting worse day by day, the old man's body tended to normal aging, and he didn't have a long lifespan, so he forcibly continued his life with the medical skills of Wang Feng and Shi Xiaolan, which also led to the side effects of the old man's body in all aspects, which was more painful than before the treatment.

Wang Feng inexplicably remembered the oil lamp on the stone lotus flower in the center of the Zangjing Pavilion, and the residual wick burned in the lamp oil, emitting an extremely faint light.