"Uncle Huineng, the jujube cake is so sweet and delicious, you can eat it too!"

"Uncle Shi, this rice cake is delicious, there are mung beans, red beans, and sweet dates in it!"

"Eat quickly, otherwise other uncles and uncles will see it, and we will be punished!"

In the cafeteria, there was a commotion, and the little novices surrounded Huineng one by one, stuffing pastries in front of them.

Not only are they not afraid at all, but there are also a few smart ones who pretend to be afraid, and they don't dare to eat the pastries aggrievedly.

"Okay, good, I'll eat, I'll eat, you guys too, all eat!"

Huineng was helpless, so he had to take a bite of this, break a piece of that, and finally couldn't get busy, so he threw a look at Wu Ming as if he was asking for help.

"Master Huineng loves the young, the little masters respect the elders, they are really a model for our generation, Shaolin Temple is worthy of being the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, educating all beings!"

Wu Ming stood aside, smiling and nodding.

Hearing this, Huineng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stuffed a few pastries into his mouth, which provoked a few six or seven-year-old novices to almost redden, as if they were about to cry, so they stopped.

In fact, this scene happened as early as when Wu Ming first went to the cafeteria!

That day, as now, Hui Neng held the rice bucket, proclaimed the Buddha's name, recited scriptures, and admonished the little novices not to be greedy.

But just such a sentence, let him eat with them happily, even if he was complained by his peers and brothers several times.

Of course, if you don't know it, you will forget it, or if your temperament is like this, Wu Ming came back the next day and still admonished him like this.

In this way, it lasted for half a month!

It wasn't until the sharp-eyed little novice saw that the rest of the fire-headed monks were arriving with food, so he stuffed the pastries into his arms, sat on the bench, looked at his nose and his nose, and did a silent recitation of Buddhist scriptures.

"Master Wu is here again!"

A fire-headed monk at the head frowned when he saw Wu Ming present.

The rest of the monks who came one after another shook their heads helplessly and didn't say anything, as if they were used to Wu Ming's existence.

"Master Huizhong, don't you mind if the kid comes to rub the bowl of rice, right?"

Wu Ming smiled and said politely.

"Amitabha, Lord Wu, please take a seat!"

Hui Zhong glanced at Hui Neng, took in the looks of the little novices and the sugar residue on their faces, and sighed secretly.

Wu Ming smiled secretly in his heart, and sat aside unceremoniously, waiting for the meal to be served.

But what made several fire-headed monks frown was Wu Ming's sitting posture.

The feet are not eight, the soles of the feet are spaced apart, the hem of the robe trembles slightly, nine inches from the ground, the shoulders are not flat, the left is high and the right is low, but the elbows are surprisingly flat!

Different from a group of small novices, he just practices martial arts and fitness on weekdays, although he is a fire-headed monk, but he has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he has a good martial arts, even if his cultivation is not very high, he can also see that Wu Ming's one is clearly a very mysterious stake!

Faintly, quite Zen!

This is an intuition that only those who have been practicing Buddhist scriptures all year round can see!

Intentionally or unintentionally, even Huizhong, after hesitating for a while, intentionally or unintentionally, like other fire-headed monks, learned Wu Ming's stake and sat down.

As soon as he set up his position, Huizhong's eyes flashed, and he realized that this stump seemed simple, but in fact it had a great relationship with meditation.

Moreover, instead of sitting on the chair, there is a slight distance from the chair surface.

It is not by the strength of the legs, but by the balance of the whole body, that this mysterious sit is maintained!

As soon as I got started, I was a little uncomfortable eating, and after a few bites, I felt some cramps in my legs and stomach, and my hands did not obey the call.

When they wanted to rely on internal force to maintain the pile, they found that the meridians could not run smoothly, and they were shocked to realize that this pile was far more profound than they imagined.

In this way, more attention is paid to imitation.

If you are a human being, you will have selfish thoughts, even if you are a monk!

Especially these fire-headed monks, whose age has long passed the best stage of martial arts, can be said to be the warrior monks who have been semi-abandoned by the Shaolin Temple.

said that they were half-given up because they were still in the Shaolin Temple.

Seeing the brothers of the same level enter a higher realm, even if they chant the scriptures and worship the Buddha day and night, it is just a matter of forcibly suppressing the distracting thoughts in their hearts.

When they really found an opportunity, they rushed faster than anyone else and would not let go at all.

So, in the cafeteria, which was already boring in the past, there was a strange scene.

The four fire-headed monks, their cheeks twitched from time to time, but they still insisted on eating in a strange sitting posture, and they didn't say a word to each other.

Only Hui Neng, at first, glanced at Wu Ming in surprise, opened his mouth, and found that his junior brother had learned the same, and pulled the meal in a muffled voice, looking a little sullen.

It's just that the monks who are eating with their heads bowed, no one noticed that the flashing banter and abuse in Wu Ming's eyes and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth seemed to reveal a sense of treacherous playfulness.

After eating fasting and laughing with the little novices, Wu Ming walked away, leaving Huizhong and the four monks alone to figure it out, and Huineng became a stuffy gourd.

After that, as usual, it's time to eat, sleep, and cultivate.

It's just that when he was with the sweeping monk in the morning, Wu Ming began to pose from time to time in the posture of standing and stepping piles, and invited the old monks to taste it.

As the name suggests, the old monk is well-informed and can give you some pointers!

In this regard, the old monks do not doubt him, and naturally they know everything and say everything.

What made Wu Ming sigh with emotion was that even if he practiced the "Yijin Sutra" for more than half a year, through the Buddha's Buddha nature, he didn't know if the Youtan Bora flower had played an effect.

As the so-called art industry has a specialization!

Even if the old monks have not practiced the "Yijin Sutra", this top-level foundation laying exercise is from the Shaolin Temple.

In the past dynasties, only a few people who have obtained high monks, or who have been blessed with unique opportunities, can cultivate.

Don't say that you only practice for more than half a year, even if you cultivate for a lifetime, you may not be able to really understand it.

But the old monks are different, even if the cultivation is not high, they can be rendered by the Buddhist scriptures for a lifetime, and the Buddha's principles are so deep that even Wu Ming will not be able to learn their realm in a few lifetimes.

With their guidance, the places that I thought I could read or didn't understand in the past were like rivers bursting their banks in an instant, and my inspiration was doubled, and I realized different cultivation methods and solved several invisible hidden dangers.

It can be said that it turned out that Wu Ming was in line with the purpose of provoking trouble, so he showed all the basic tips of the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" everywhere in the temple, but he had an unimaginable harvest.

It is tantamount to receiving the guidance of Taoist monks every day, mentioning the face of life, and teaching earnestly!

......

"Unexpectedly, in just half a month, although my cultivation has not improved, I can feel that the qualitative has increased greatly, although it cannot be said to be reborn, but at least in the past cultivation, the hidden dangers that cannot be seen have been eliminated invisibly. ”

On this day, Wu Ming, as usual, after finishing the morning class, relieved his fatigue with the posture of the "Yijin Sutra" step pile, and found that the effect was surprisingly good.

It used to take an hour for the fatigue in the muscles and muscles to be relieved, but now it only takes more than half an hour.

It doesn't seem like much, but it's beyond imagination.

Imagine, if under the same conditions, the two sides who have exhausted their strength will naturally be able to win if they recover their strength one step earlier!

"Master Huineng, I heard that your Buddhism is the most profound, and there is something I don't understand, please advise!"

At noon, after eating fast, Wu Ming stopped Huineng, who was packing up the dishes and chopsticks and preparing to wash.

"Master Wu, the little monk has said many times, I am not a master, and I ...... I'm busy, and I'm not deep enough in Buddhism, so you might as well ask someone else for help!"

Huineng said with a bitter face.

I don't know how many times Wu Ming has asked for Buddhist scriptures!

But he is as honest as him, although he allows the little novices to be greedy, but I don't know if he sees Wu Ming's other intentions, he only explained the Buddhist scriptures once, and never said it again.

"Master Wu, when it comes to Buddhism, although we are not as good as Senior Brother Huineng, one person is short, and two people are long!

Although the four poor monks are not smart, they have also made achievements in Buddhist scriptures, so you might as well go to the side and talk about it carefully!"

Hui Zhong had a warm smile on his face, and he was not at all as stern as he used to face Xiao Shami.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

So, Wu Ming did not shirk and went to the back hall with the four monks of Huizhong.

Huizhong opened his mouth, snorted, and washed the pots and dishes alone in frustration!

Two hours later, the four of Huizhong sent Wu Ming away with a smile on their faces, and Wu Ming also said goodbye with a satisfied face, as if something indescribable had happened!

"Master Huineng, do you want to go down to the guest room of the Zen Academy?"

When leaving the room, Wu Ming suddenly stopped and didn't look back.

"Amitabha, poor monk...... Poor Monk ......"

Under the ancient tree not far away, Huineng's tall body is particularly conspicuous, his fat face is slightly red, and he can't speak a little idiot.

"Master Huineng, I asked for Buddhist scriptures below, but you refused to teach, what do you mean by coming with me now?"

Wu Ming pretended to be puzzled.

"Poor Monk...... The poor monk didn't mean to stalk ......"

Hui Neng said with an embarrassed face.

"Master, monks don't speak!"

Wu Ming smiled, smiling like a fox stealing chickens.

"The poor monk asks the donor not to use means to attract the delusions of the senior brothers!"

Hui Neng shivered and gritted his teeth.

"What does the master mean by this? The boy is puzzled!"

Wu Ming put his hands behind his back, paced forward, tilted his head slightly, and looked sideways at the tall Huineng.

"The poor monk knows that the donor is very intelligent, but if he is known by the precept hall, Senior Brother Huizhong and they steal martial arts, they will be severely punished, expelled from the temple, and abolished the cultivation at the worst.

Huineng silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, his mind returned to calm, and when he spoke, he actually had a sense of treasure* on his face.

Even if his mind is as firm as Wu Ming, he is faintly attracted by his Buddha nature, and the original decision in his heart has been shaken a little.

But, it's just a hint!

"Since the master already knows, why don't you stop it?"

Speaking of this, Wu Ming was not ambiguous, and directly acquiesced.

"Poor Monk ......"

Huineng's fat face collapsed, full of embarrassment.

"Since the master is worried about the senior brother, why not also learn it? As long as the master nods, the kid will definitely teach him with all his money, and he will never hide his selfishness!"

Wu Ming smiled and said first.

"Ah, I can't help it, I can't help it!"

Huineng was stunned and waved his hand again and again.

"That kid can only be passed on to the little masters, let the masters see where the kid learned wrong!"

Wu Ming's face was slightly gloomy, and he didn't have any guilt for bullying honest people!