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Waterfall Turbulence...

Well, that's right, you read that right, the waterfall is like a silver curtain, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

It's a waterfall again, it's a clear pond, and it's a sad place at dusk.

Standing in the pool, covered with sweat at dusk, holding a firewood knife in both hands, gritting his teeth and looking at the bottom of the crystal clear pool, where is a solid wood fixed...

Practice, practice in Shaolin, but it is really reflected in all aspects of life!

Brother Tianxian led people to carry water, which lasted for many years;

Senior Brother Tianwu led people to practice boxing, rain or shine;

Senior Brother Tianhong is the temple reclamation land, ten years as one;

Senior Brother Tianyuan transcribed scriptures and was obsessed with half his life...

And now, his fifth senior brother Tianfang is responsible for the supply of firewood in the kitchen, and is responsible for leading people to chop firewood every day to practice in this way.

That's right, in their eyes, whether it's carrying water and chopping wood, or reclaiming land to copy books, all of them are cultivation, no, after following Senior Brother Tianfang to chop firewood on the mountain in the morning of dusk, just after lunch in the afternoon, Monk Tianfang led Dusk to this dusk, and he was familiar with Qingtan.

This makes Dusk, who is more familiar with this place than his own meditation room, can't help but doubt, this will not be the cultivation treasure of the monks of Shaolin Temple, otherwise, whether it is Senior Brother Tianxian or Senior Brother Tianwu, now even Senior Brother Tianfang has brought himself to this place, and he and here, there should not be such a strong bond!

However, no matter how helpless and suspicious Dusk was, he was already standing in this puddle.

The breeze blew slowly, stirring a few fallen leaves, and a few weeds, accompanied by the mountains that had gradually been dyed with a layer of light yellow grass and trees, and struggled weakly in the pool at dusk.

Chopping wood in the water, which makes dusk really helpless.

Although the position where he is standing now is not as close to the inside as when he practiced boxing, the depth of the water here has also reached the waist to cut down, and the length of the solid wood is only one foot, that is to say, if he wants to split this piece of solid wood, not to mention splitting, just splitting, it is also necessary to split the pool of water about a foot thick!

No matter how hard you try at dusk, no matter how hard you try, it just stirs up countless boiling splashes, and as soon as the firewood knife reaches the water, it encounters the seemingly weak but tenacious pool water, and it can no longer exert its strength.

If it weren't for Senior Brother Tianfang's demonstration at the beginning, easily splitting a piece of solid wood at random in a place where the water depth reached three feet, Dusk might not help but wonder if Senior Brother Tianfang was deliberately finding fault. But even so, Dusk still complained in his heart, your sister, my little arms and legs, you are all so ruthless, either carrying water or cultivating land, except for transcribing Buddhist scriptures, all of them are hard work, and you really don't treat yourself as an outsider...

In the splash of water, looking at the young man's tough face, the Tianfang monk held his arms, stood on the shore expressionlessly, motionless, just staring at the young man, which also made the young man dare not be lazy at all, gritted his teeth, and desperately did what he thought was "useless"...

Hmph, it's a big deal to be a young man practicing the legendary "water cutting knife method", look at my trick "splitting mountains and breaking water", and then look at my trick "rivers and rivers breaking the flow"...

Joy in suffering, dusk so comforts himself.

Time passed quickly, with the wind, and before I knew it, it was dusk again.

When Senior Brother Tianfang left with a cold face, Dusk was weakly drooping and his arms had no intuition, and the whole person didn't even bother to go to the shore, and just did it in the water, and didn't want to move.

The sunset is getting farther away, falling on the west mountain, and the wisps of afterglow are sprinkled on the water.

After resting cross-legged for a while, Dusk slowly stood up, took the water-drenched firewood knife, and threw it on the shore, then turned around and headed deeper into the pool.

In the gradually darkening sky, there was a young man, struggling in the water, refusing to give in at all...

The sparse stars, dotted in the vast sky, the full moon like a jade disk, hanging high in the night sky, as far as the eye can see, the whole ink-like sky, vast and boundless, a little star bucket is like a pearl sprinkled from the jade plate, scattered in this starry sky that human beings will look up to forever.

Dragging his tired body, he used the dusk after dinner, stepped on the moonlight, and returned to his meditation room.

Looking at the tempting bed, Dusk's eyes flashed infinite entanglement, although it was so entangled every day, but Dusk still had a desire to fly to the bed and not wake up from a dream.

I don't understand.,Why is a simple otaku himself.,After entering the game.,It's going to be so hard.,What is it that I'm trying to do?! Dusk asked himself more than once, it's just a game, even if you don't have the "Jiuyang True Scripture", you can't learn super martial arts, you can't become a hero of the world, but what's the matter, you just want a plain peace, you have to make yourself so tired, why bother!

When I practiced with the monk Tianxian for the first time, I thought about this problem at dusk, but unfortunately, it was obvious that the dusk that was supposed to get by and be at peace with the encounter couldn't figure out this problem, just like he didn't know why he was obsessed, and desperately wanted to make some achievements in the rivers and lakes!

If you don't understand, don't you want to, Dusk comforts herself, but every day she drags her tired body, and after returning to the meditation room, Dusk still can't help but think for a while. Of course, this kind of thinking also did not lead to any results, and in the end, the dusk was still an honest practice, without the slightest slack...

Sure enough, after a stick of incense, dusk took a deep look at the bed, endured the "pain" and sat on the futon, ran internal strength, and recovered physical strength.

After getting the "Nine Yang True Scripture", I don't have to work so hard, before closing my eyes, Dusk thought so in my heart.

The night is deep, and the late night of early autumn has a coolness that cannot be ignored, and the slow night breeze blows through the temple, stirring up a few fallen leaves, and shaking a few candles.

In a meditation room in the temple, in the midst of the flickering candle flames, a figure sitting in danger was projected on the wall behind by the candle flames, twisted and deformed by the intrusion in the gust of night wind, swinging back and forth.

The young man knelt beside the desk, his pen walked the dragon and snake, his face was solemn, transcribing the Buddhist scriptures, and also transcribing the young man's unstoppable pursuit...

“… If people hear that it is, they hope to have the Dharma of freedom, and they can rejoice and get rid of the net of doubt. It is inconceivable that all those who know say that they say what they say, and who know everything that they know..."

“… The world was established at the beginning of the world, there is no destruction phase, and the same is true of wisdom and wisdom, and the two phases are not at the same time. If the bodhisattva's original intention is not with the afterheart, the same is true for the wisdom and the lack of wisdom, and the two minds are not at the same time..."

"Chuxin ......" transcribed the "Fayan Sutra", and dusk murmured secretly in his heart!