The temple bells are ringing, the pines and cypresses in the forest are rustling, the bells are waiting in place, the cold air hits, and I don't feel a spirit.

Seeing the sun setting, she had just borrowed a few turns of the meditation room in the name of the eldest princess, and the old monk instructed the little monk to prepare a meal for everyone.

Seeing Baoyu and Wei Xiaobao coming in a hurry, the bell whispered over, saying, "It's getting late, this place is unfamiliar, and it's not easy to walk at night." Let's eat, rest early, and find it tomorrow. ”

Baoyu and Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately they did not delay the big event.

Qingwen entered the Youyou Temple, and they walked together with the bell ringing, but the footsteps did not drop, but the spirit was in a trance.

Mu Mu's stupid fishing scholar saw some clues even when the bell rang. He had never been to such a place of good fruits.

With the faint echo of the sound of wooden fish in the main hall, two little monks carried two buckets and solemnly placed a porridge and a dish in a wooden bowl lined up on the wooden table with a wooden spoon in front of each donor.

Behind the wooden case, there are old monks, ringing bells, fishing scholars, Baoyu, Xue Pan, Wei Xiaobao, and Mingyan.

Xue Pan glanced at the food in the wooden bowl, stuck out his tongue, and swallowed back what he wanted to say. Seeing that everyone had their hands together, the little monk who had served the meal also learned to thank him solemnly before picking up the chopsticks.

Three times five divided by two, the wooden bowl in front of him was empty, and all the eyes were shining, and the mouths were shining.

"It's really a treasure hidden in the ancient temple of Shentan," Baoyu couldn't help but praise: "Clear and clear, fresh is better than fish and sheep." Wonderful, wonderful!"

Xiaobao said: "This porridge seems to be ordinary, but it is a moderate heat, completely relying on the old firewood to boil a round of boiling pot immediately, or it will be so viscous and strong, and then there is, the pine nuts in the porridge seem to be new this year, the fragrance is comparable to the wild mushroom after the rain." It's really a bit of learning. ”

"Another bowl, please. "Xue Pan's application with both hands together this time is indeed from the heart.

The old monk ate without saying a word, as quiet as an old spring silkworm. Everyone also became obedient to the customs, and used the porridge in front of them silently.

After eating, get up and go.

Ringing wanted to send it off, but was gently withdrawn by the old monk's palm, expressing his refusal.

"This scholar, it seems that you have just recovered from a long illness, and I think it is all thanks to your self-exploration and understanding. ”

Qingwen saw that the old monk didn't say a word or act, but she turned around and suddenly spoke, and she got up unconsciously and bowed.

"It's better to give you some advice and help you get rid of the remaining diseases as soon as possible. The old monk suddenly became serious.

When he heard the bell, he was immediately overjoyed. However, Qingwen didn't react.

In a hurry, Bell raised his leg and stepped on the goose hard.

Qingwen didn't know the old monk's mind very well, and after a trance of the bell, she felt a little awake, so she had to nod with embarrassment and helplessness.

"From now on, you will come to me every night until mid-heaven, and enter and exit through the side door at the back of the abbot's room. After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and entered his dormitory.

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Month to midday,

Qingwen followed closely behind the old monk, not daring to ask more.

It was as quiet as water, and all she could hear was her own rustling footsteps.

The two stopped in front of the ancient cypress that night in the cypress forest, which was blown down by the wind that night, and the old monk did not say a word, he jumped up on his tiptoes, and sat cross-legged on the trunk of the ancient cypress.

"I was meditating. It's simple, and it won't be a problem for me to do it for ten days and a half months. Qingwen was overjoyed in her heart, and she sat cross-legged and sat on the trunk of the tree.

In the end, it was a woman dressed as a man for many days, and Qingwen was a little deep into the play, and she completely forgot the upbringing of the lady.

The old monk's eyes were slightly closed, his lips and teeth did not move, and he took his heart as his mouth to teach Qingwen the basic essence of meditation: "Mo - move, Mo - greed." ”

Qingwen is like an initiation and has a comprehension.

She did what she did, and in the moment, her whole body relaxed......

The lower jaw is closed, and the spine and head form a straight line, intending to invite the breath of heaven and earth to penetrate the whole body.

In addition, the tip of the tongue touches the roof of the palate, and the nectar of life is taken to nourish the whole body.

Thoughts are forbidden, and greed is destroyed.

The eyes fall into the nose, and the breathing is steady and continuous, as if there is nothing or not.

Then, look at the mind with your nose and concentrate your thoughts on your body......

Earlier, Na Qingwen only knew the opportunity to "look inside and start the heart", but she didn't know that there were so many "exquisite" and "Taoism" in the meditation of the old monk......

For a long time, the moon is full in the West Building.

......

Qingwen suddenly realized. In the moment, get rid of distractions and calm down......

In a trance, an old man and a young man had been sitting in the forest for an hour.

Unconsciously, between the mind and mind, the downward consciousness began to run naturally upward, and Qingwen's consciousness began to remove the inherent habits without being aware of it, and constantly purified itself......

At this time, Qingwen who was cultivating did not see that the body of the old monk, who was an old Zen and a son, was easily held up by the qi of heaven and earth, and swirled on the trunk of the tree. The body is as light as the wings of a cicada, and the mind is quiet.