Li Zaixing was stationed in Tibet for many years in his previous life, and although he had not practiced Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism, he was no stranger to Tantra. Tantra is also known as Shingon Buddhism, characterized by chanting mantras, Prajna Temple is large and small, true and false hundreds of monks, only the lazy monk recites the mantra mantra like Huang Zhong Da Lu, and the situation of Tantra is the closest, and the lazy monk is as powerful as an elephant, it is also very different from other monks, but it is somewhat similar to those strange people who practice Tantric exercises, Li Zaixing has the courage to guess, and he actually guesses it.

"Where did you learn Tantric Kung Fu, and why did you get mixed up in a Zen temple?" Li Zaixing did not answer the question of the lazy monk, and arrogantly grasped the initiative of the topic. He had already vaguely felt that although the lazy monk was his master, he had never regarded himself as a master, on the contrary, he was more like a guardian. The relationship between them is not like that between master and apprentice, but more like that between master and servant.

The lazy monk glanced at Li Zaixing again and sighed: "Who said that if you practice Tantric Buddhism, you can't live in a Zen temple?" Zen Tantra is originally the same sect, Zen Buddhism talks about mental understanding, Tantra talks about self-cultivation, they are originally a family, they don't practice Tantra, they will only sit in dry meditation, how can they achieve the dignity of the Dharma. He glanced at Li Zaixing, "I originally wanted to wait for your mind to settle down a little, and then teach you the method of meditation, realize life and death, jump out of reincarnation, and be a Buddha at ease, but I didn't expect that you would not be in your heart, and only think about going down the mountain." ”

Li Zaixing laughed rattling: "There's no way, my fate is not broken, and I can't cultivate the Buddha." Master, when I am over the fate of the dust and surpass those beasts who don't have long eyes, then come and practice Buddhism with you. ”

The lazy monk sighed, turned his gaze away, and was silent for a long time: "Okay, this is your life, and no one can force it." When are you going to go? ”

"Early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, then I'll pass on the Cleansing Sutra to you tonight, whether you can cultivate it or not, even if it's your own creation."

Li Zaixing was stunned for a moment, and was silent for a long time: "What you passed to me before was the Washing Yijin Sutra?" ”

"You just know?" The lazy monk gave him a blank look, and a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes. "If it weren't for the blessings of the Yi Jin Sutra and my Tantric Method, you would have been able to cultivate the Vajra Body so quickly?"

The corners of Li Zaixing's mouth grinned, but he didn't say anything, but he was horrified in his heart. Bajiquan is strong and strong, and the requirements for physical fitness are extremely high, and his previous body was very thin, and he could use eight years to practice until the strength of Bajiquan was perfect, and he touched the door to turn rigidity into softness, which may have a lot to do with the gymnastics-like guidance techniques passed on to him by the master, but he didn't expect that it was actually the legendary Yijin Sutra.

As far as he knows, the reason why Li Shuwen, the great god of the Eight Pole Gate, is so good at kung fu is not only related to his hard work, but also has a great relationship with his practice of internal skills such as the Yijin Sutra and the Pulp Washing Sutra. It's just that these two kinds of kung fu have been changed beyond recognition later, although he has practiced it, it has no effect, and it is different from what the lazy monk taught, so he has never thought about it.

"So, your strength is also due to the cultivation of the Yi Jin Sutra?"

The lazy remnant monk nodded: "I originally had a lot of strength, but it can't be compared to now." By the way, did you see the axe method I just made? ”

Li Zaixing thought for a while: "I see it clearly." ”

"That's good." The lazy remnant monk sighed lightly: "You have no family background to speak of, and you don't know anything about epic texts, if you want to make a living, you probably have to rely on this martial arts." What's more, you still want to take revenge, no matter how good your martial arts are, it's not enough. That's all I can help you, and after you leave the temple tomorrow, it's all up to you. ”

When Li Zaixing heard this, he no longer beat around the bush, and said straight to the point: "Then who am I, and who wants to kill me?" ”

"I don't know." The lazy monk said while packing up the freshly chopped firewood: "I am here to protect you, and I am also entrusted by others. I'll give you the token later, and you can go find the enemy yourself. I'm a monk, so I don't care about these things. ”

"You're a family member too?" Li Zaixing's nose was a little sour, but he refused to accept it: "You haven't killed less in the past few years, right?" ”

"It's not all because of you." The lazy monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, good, good." ”

"Then you scolded Li Mi so ugly, also because of me?"

"That's what he should scold." The lazy monk didn't blush at all: "I don't look down on these Confucian scholars who take retreat as advance, spoil the atmosphere of the jungle, and regard the retreat as a shortcut to enter the ranks." Full of benevolence and morality, a belly of male thieves and prostitutes, who do you scold if you don't scold him? ”

Li Zaixing was sweating from the waterfall, and said in his heart that Li Mi, a genius, was so unbearable in the eyes of the lazy and crippled monk, no wonder he refused to give him a good face. But then again, although the lazy and crippled monk said it was ugly, it was probably true, the current Li Mi did not retreat from his fame, although he traveled in various temples, his heart wandered in Chang'an, waiting for the call of the Son of Heaven, saying that he was hypocritical, but it was not a slander against him.

Confucianism is inherently hypocritical.

"Since you don't like him, let him go down the mountain with me."

"Okay." The lazy monk waved his hand, picked up the firewood and left. Li Zaixing picked up the wooden pole used as a big gun, turned around and entered the temple through the side door. After turning a few corners, they came to the firewood room where their master and apprentice lived, and looked at everything familiar in the house, and suddenly felt a little reluctant.

He has been here for eight years, from a ten-year-old boy to a heroic teenager, although the memories before the age of ten are still very scattered, the past few years have been precious, whether the lazy monk is a master, whether it is a guardian, the relationship between them is actually closer to father and son. The separation is imminent, listening to the meaning of the lazy monk, they may not meet again in the future, and they can't help but be a little lost.

Without this dissolute and unruly stinky monk, looking at the world, even if there are thousands of people, who would care about me?

Li Zaixing sat for a while, took out a pair of bows and arrows from the corner, turned around and walked out again. Bows and arrows are not his most dedicated martial arts over the years, but over the years, his archery skills are not bad, at least there is no problem in shooting a few rabbits or something. For eight years, he had already walked through the nearby mountains and forests, and he was as familiar as his own eyes, and it didn't take long for him to shoot two pheasants and a hare.

Back outside the temple, the master and the lazy monk had already lit a fire under the ginkgo tree, and was roasting taro with dried cow dung. The spring is cold, and it is still very cold in the mountains and forests at night, and the lazy monk is so cold that his nose grows, and he wipes it with his sleeve while using a branch to pluck the taro in the fire.

Li Zaixing walked over and threw the pheasant and hare beside the lazy monk: "Don't tell me you won't clean up these things." ”

The lazy monk glanced at him: "Although I have killed many people over the years because of you, I have really quit meat for a long time." ”

Li Zaixing didn't say a word, untied his belt, and urinated on the taro in the fire. The lazy monk was shocked and stretched out his hand to grab it, Li Zaixing's eyes glared: "Do you believe that I pee on you?" The lazy monk immediately stopped and glared angrily at Li Zaixing.

"I'm afraid of urine when I'm dirty like this, so I know you're pretending to be too." Li Zaixing finished urinating, shook the guy, tied up his pants, and squatted by the fire. The lazy monk sighed helplessly, picked up the pheasant and hare, and went east. Li Zaixing laughed evilly, Master Xindao really didn't cultivate, and took the spring water that the monks and laymen in the temple liked to drink the most to wash the meat, and those who drank the water tomorrow will definitely feel that the spring water is very sweet.

As Li Zaixing said, the lazy monk not only cleaned up these things, but also had very quick hands and feet, and after a while, he came back with the pheasants and hares he had packed. Put it on the fire, and after a while, the smell of meat overflows. The master and apprentice feasted on a large piece and had a full meal, and Li Zaixing stood up with a full burp: "Master, I'll go back first." ”

"There you go." The lazy monk wiped his mouth with his dirty sleeve, used a branch to put the two taro that Li Zaixing had urinated on into the fire, cleared his throat, and began to hum. He sang Sanskrit, and Li Zaixing couldn't understand a word. However, he had listened to it for eight years, and had been carefully taught by the lazy monks, and he had already memorized every note by heart. He followed the rhythm of the lazy monk and walked back to the temple.

The sound of Sanskrit singing is getting louder and louder, like the morning bell in the temple, echoing between the mountains and ringing in everyone's heart.

Not long after Li Zaixing left, Li Mi carried the hem of his clothes and almost trotted all the way to the lazy monk. He gasped slightly, arched his hands, and stood not far away, looking respectfully at the lazy monk.

The lazy monk didn't raise his head, humming Sanskrit music while playing with the taro in the fire.

Li Mi didn't dare to say a word, lowered his head, and listened silently, until the last note of the lazy monk's Sanskrit sound gradually disappeared in the mountains, and then he stepped forward: "Master, your Sanskrit sound is first sad and then joyful, could it be that I, a degraded person, will be able to return to the court soon?" ”

The lazy monk looked at me and spitted: "Don't hurt me, get out!" ”

Li Mi took a step back, bowed his head, and said nothing. The lazy and crippled monk scolded, scolding more and more ugly, but Li Mi didn't reply a word, just listened quietly, and his expression became more and more respectful. The lazy monk was tired of scolding, so he snorted: "Don't stand, sit down." ”

Li Mi was overjoyed and sat down respectfully, using the most respectful way of kneeling.

The lazy monk used a branch to open the fire, picked up the freshly baked taro, and was not afraid of being hot, so he broke it in half, took half of it himself, and handed half of it to Li Mi. Li Mi hurriedly took it, but it was so hot that he couldn't catch it, so he had to hold it with his sleeve and eat it in small bites, until he ate half of the taro cleanly.

"Go down the mountain tomorrow, wait in the White Dragon Pond around noon, if there is fate, you will meet the noble person of your fate there. , don't bother me again. ”

Li Mi answered, waited for a while, and saw that the lazy monk didn't pay attention to him, so he gave a salute, walked a few steps back to his knees, stood up, gave another salute, slowly retreated into the mountains and forests, and walked along the way he came to the meditation room where he temporarily lived. There was a slightly weird taro aftertaste in his mouth, but an indescribable joy rippled in his heart.

The noble person of fate is about to appear, what kind of person will it be? .

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