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The Buddhist scriptures say that a moment is a thought, twenty thoughts are a moment, twenty moments are a snap of a finger, twenty snaps of a finger is a pre-one, twenty pre-one is a moment, and a day and a day are thirty moments.

According to this, it can be deduced that a "snap of the fingers" in the Buddhist scriptures takes a little longer, which should be 7.2 seconds, while an "instant" is o.36 seconds, and a "moment" is only o.o18 seconds......

Sitting cross-legged on the sundeck of Deyangxia, feeling the baptism of the mountain wind and the sun and the moon, Yang Meng had a lot of thoughts in his mind, including some views on Buddhism in later generations, and some information about the Potala Palace and even Tibet, but most of the thoughts were about his own kung fu that could not stop growing again.

Kung Fu has been practiced to the point where Yang Meng is now, although in some places in the eyes of some ordinary people, it is as mysterious and mysterious as it is said in the Buddhist scriptures, but for Yang Meng, it is a state that can really be summarized.

And the thoughts of thousands of thoughts, there is an advantage, that is, you can rethink the boxing techniques you have learned and practiced in an instant, the five elements of Xingyi boxing, and the mysteries of the twelve major forms of boxing, of course, you can also repeatedly analyze and dismantle the hidden daily refining methods in Taijiquan and Wudang swordsmanship......

Yang Meng has never tried to feel it, the world can be so quiet and peaceful, and he has never tried to let his thoughts fly completely, allowing every thought to be free and chaotic, but he gradually understood what it was like to be a hundred years in a snap of his fingers, his face looked dusty, but his eyes kept rolling in his eyelids.

In addition to his eyes, there was also the qi and blood in his body.

Some of the stagnant qi and blood.

Just sit still for nine days and nine nights. The qi and blood in his body slowed down with the stillness of his body, as if he was in the state of a real hibernating insect dormant underground, just because he still held the immovable handprint on his hand, and his body instinctively echoed with this handprint, breathing in the sun and moon and breathing in the mountain wind, and constantly vibrating the abdomen and then shaking the whole body with its weak amplitude, thus preventing the stiffness of the muscles and even the dark injuries caused by the long-term immobility of the bones.

This is a state that is difficult for countless people to achieve or even understand, and it is also an extremely delicate balance that naturally forms between man and heaven and earth.

Therefore, when Yang Meng opened his eyes without any sense of dryness, his body was still full of strength and vitality. It didn't take any of the time because he sat cross-legged for nine days and nights. and leave any dark wounds or marks.

He stood up very naturally, or even very smoothly and comfortably.

Of course, at this time, Yang Meng had already lost the balance with heaven and earth. Although he could still feel the sun's scorching vitality and aura. But this substance, which is difficult to see with the naked eye, may exist zài. It is obviously an illusion that others cannot understand and recognize, although this kind of illusory thing is now for Yang Meng. But it is the ubiquitous 'bread'.

"Amitabha, Xiaoyou entered the mountain wind and scorching sun for nine days and nine nights, without drinking, eating, or speaking, but there was no sign of muscle paralysis and stiff bones, and his eyes were full of energy, and it was indeed the Buddhist wisdom of King Ming's 'not moving and moving'......"

Yang Meng smiled hesitantly, and then looked back behind him very naturally.

Four emaciated old monks, dressed in white linen robes, sat motionless on the edge of the platform of Deyangsha like a rock, while behind the four of them knelt a large group of lamas and Tibetan devotees in the dark.

"What are you doing here?"

Since the old monk used the most familiar Chinese with one mouth, Yang Meng naturally didn't have to continue to pretend to be dumb and be a magic stick, but when he saw the old monk's eyes flash, revealing that kind of déjà vu fanatical look, he suddenly felt a little inappropriate in his heart inexplicably, and hurriedly continued: "I can say it first, I have never claimed to be a Buddha or a holy son, it was all misunderstood by these devout people, and I came to the Potala Palace by chance. By the way, I just want to verify a little doubt in my heart......"

The old monk looked to be about seventy or eighty years old, with deep sunken eye sockets under his white eyebrows, and when he compared the thick white beard and dark complexion on his face, as well as the bridge of his towering nose, Yang Meng suddenly felt that this person's face was faintly familiar, "When did this Indian Ah San have such a high status in the Potala Palace?" ”

I don't know that Yang Meng is slandered in his heart, the old monk is still the professional god stick, "The old man naturally knows that Xiaoyou is not a Buddha, but now the thousands of pious believers in the White House and the Red Palace don't know, you have been here for nine days and nights, and the whole Lhasa has been a sensation, and now even if you say that you are not a Buddha, I'm afraid no one dares to believe it, but the old man believes that he is a crazy monkey, and he definitely doesn't like this taste......"

Yang Meng's eyes narrowed slightly, and the immovable Ming King Seal on his hand finally changed, the thumb and middle finger of the left hand were twisted, and the rest were naturally stretched out to make a shape of the Dharma seal, while the right hand was four fingers lightly gripping the thumb and pressing it out like a fist, but it was after seeing it in Yingtai, he had studied the King Kong Fist Seal for a period of time......

The old monk smiled, stretched out his hand and waved it slightly in front of him, "The news that you have settled in the Potala Palace day and night has already spread throughout India and the whole of Europe, and it is naturally not difficult to find out your identity, but the funny thing is that those pagans who have never believed in the Buddha have now taken you as the Buddhist protector monkey Hanuman in the news and newspapers, and it is still spreading wildly, if you enter the meditation for a few more days, I am afraid that even the British Empress Xià will personally come to Lhasa to worship you, the living Buddha......"

Seeing a wry smile on Yang Meng's face, but his hands still maintained a vigilant posture, the old monk first spread his hands on his knees, signaling that he had no malicious intentions, and then continued to sit cross-legged: "The mad monkey doesn't have to worry about anything, the four old monks are all ascetics from Darjeeling King Kong Mountain, and this time I came to the Potala Palace, not for the trivial matters of the world, but just to ask the mad monkey about the mystery of meditation entry and the six links......"

Yang Meng was stunned for a moment, and then stood in place and pulled his muscles. Although the body is now able to breathe the qi in the heaven and earth, it has not moved for nine days and nights, and now that it has woken up, it is natural to restore the functions of the body and turn the body from a stinging insect to a bud at the spring equinox.

"Although I have read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, but it is only a rough meditation method, as for the heavenly eye, his heart through the supernatural powers, I don't know at all, this time into the meditation just feel that the kung fu on the body has arrived, naturally want to retreat and think. Although there were some unspeakable misunderstandings at first. But I really can't say how to enter this state of selflessness and emptiness, but I just feel that nine days have passed in a moment......

The old monk nodded. Explained to Yang Meng with some understanding: "The Buddhist scriptures say. When the monkey Hanuman was first born. When he saw the dazzling sun, he thought it was an edible delicacy, so he grabbed the sun in his hand with his natural powers. Constantly devouring the energy and vitality of the sun, and later in order to avoid the sun from suffering from accidents, Indra (Indra) hit Hanumana's forehead with thunder, I see that the mad monkey is now restrained, although he has not swallowed the golden pill, but he can already swallow the vitality and energy in the sun like Hanuman, I think it is the method of daily refining that Middle-earth said......"

Speaking of this, the other three old monks were all moved, opened their eyes and carefully looked at Yang Meng for a while, then shook their heads and continued to close their eyes and remain silent.

Yang Meng didn't know what the old monk was going to do, but looking at the black Tibetans outside the platform, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, "I don't have a face and eight hands, let alone a mountain and a sea, and a cloud, and even if it is a monkey, it is also our Chinese Monkey King, why should I take a nap and become your Indian monkey?" ”

Maybe seeing that the old monk's eyes were still firm, Yang Meng also felt that his words didn't have any effect, just thinking about it, he shouldn't say anything good to the old monk, so he had no choice but to continue to delay, "If you really want to know or want to discuss together, can you let these believers disperse first, let me take a bath, eat and sleep, maybe when I wake up again, I will really become the embodiment of some wisdom and strength, and help you maintain the peace of the universe......"

The old monk was a little stunned, but still nodded instinctively, "It should be so......" and then shook his head, "But I'm afraid you have to say it yourself......"

Yang Meng frowned, "Why?" ”

"You have been in meditation for nine days and nine nights, and you are comparable to the manifestation of an Arhat in the hearts of devout believers, and you can be regarded as having formed a good relationship with all the believers present, even if you are not as good as Zen and Da. If you don't tell these donors to disperse in person, I'm afraid that even a few big lamas in the Potala Palace will not dare to take this risk to cause dissatisfaction among the believers......"

Yang Meng paused for a moment, and then said with a smile: "But I don't know Tibetan......

The old monk shook his head, "They are not you, why do you have to know Tibetan, if you don't say it, how do you know that they may not understand what you mean......

Yang Meng thought about it, and suddenly felt that the old monk said very reasonably, no matter whether he caused good or bad karma in the Potala Palace, there must be an end first, and there would be nothing wrong with trying it anyway, so he continued to hold the shelf of the Dharma seal, and said to the believers who were kneeling on the ground and worshipping, "It's getting late, please go back and rest, I also have to bathe and change clothes......

Strange to say, this small Chinese outlet, but the black and oppressive pious believers seemed to have a heart, just a short quarter of an hour, they all walked backwards out of Deyangxia, leaving only the empty platform and Yang Meng and the five people......

After nine days and nine nights, after talking with the four great ascetics of India for three days, the two living Buddhas of Tibet personally announced that he was named the 'Guardian Monkey', but on the day of the ceremony, he drifted away with the four ascetics, and his people and things caused heated discussions in Europe and the pilgrimage to Tibet......"

"Good guy, our master is getting more and more godlike now, and he has attracted so many apprentices who have come here at once, I really don't know how the master and uncle solve the problem of food and accommodation for so many people......"

Seeing the crowds outside the National Arts Pavilion, Ryan tried his best to maintain order, smiling and grimacing at the tired and sweaty Qingzhou, but as soon as Qingzhou spoke, the grimace unconsciously turned into frustration again.

"You are still stinky and beautiful, now the whole of Shanghai knows that you are the apprentice of the Divine Monkey, not to mention the people outside, just the new disciples in the Five Great Masters Martial Arts Museum, if you want to challenge you, you can line up to the Huangpu River, you don't have to practice, beware of being beaten so much that you can't even recognize your mother in the future......"

"Alas, don't mention this, since the martial arts have changed their names to Master Monkey, even if the master and mother have to supervise me to practice kung fu for two hours every day, and then there is the master and the master in Tsing Yi, I don't know that I am so powerful, I can practice kung fu for six hours a day, I really don't know how ugly I will die after the master comes back......"

Chen Zhen patted Ryan on the shoulder sympathetically, and then nodded a little gloating at the crowded crowd, "I don't know how ugly your death will be when Uncle Shi comes back, but I know that if you don't hurry up and take down those two thieves, after this gang makes trouble, you will definitely die a rather ugly death......" (To be continued!)

ps: I worked hard to code words after dinner at night, and finally lived up to my mission, although the time was a little late, but I still persevered hehe......