With a full stomach full of questions, I followed Cheng Shi to the apse. The dojo of the nine-tailed spirit fox is built extremely exquisitely, not to mention the antique and antique, the area is not large, but there are many buildings between the square inches, pavilions and pavilions or scattered, like a delicate cube general intellectual toys, making full use of every space, and the end is dazzling.

When I arrived at the apse, it was a small courtyard courtyard, surrounded by ancient pavilions, and the old man who was wearing blue overalls was sitting under the big tree in the small courtyard drinking tea.

He saw us and greeted: "Lao Cheng, finished scolding?" ”

Cheng Shi whispered to me: "You must have a good relationship with this old man, this is a master." ”

After the instruction, he pulled me to the old man: "Let me introduce you, this old gentleman is a master who cares for the Linghu Daxian Dojo, his name is Wu Shouxiang, Xiao Feng, you can call him Uncle Wu." ”

I said respectfully, "Uncle Wu, hello." ”

Wu Shouxiang nodded at me and asked Cheng Shi, "What do you mean?" ”

Cheng Shi said: "This young man is interested in being a fragrant boy in the hall, and there is no psychic yet, I want to leave him in the apse to copy the scriptures and psychic." ”

Wu Shouxiang looked me up and down, and then asked me, have you thought about it?

I didn't quite understand what he was saying, and I didn't dare to ask. Wu Shouxiang took the tea and said, "Lao Cheng, you make the rules clear to him, don't be so confused." ”

Cheng Shi pulled me aside: "Xiao Feng, do you know the specific process of going out?" ”

I shook my head blankly.

Cheng Shi said: "The first thing is to play tricks and channeling. To be a fragrant child, you must be able to channel and deal with the spiritual world. And the ability of psychics, once it is opened, there is no turning back, saying that I don't want to be psychic to be an ordinary person in the future, then I'm sorry, there is no way. When the time comes, regret can only harm others and oneself, and the Taoism and good fortune of the Xiangtong and the immortal family will be greatly damaged. ”

I was confused: "Teacher Cheng, what you mean is that once you are psychic, there is no turning back." ”

Cheng Shi nodded: "Yes." As for how far you can do after the psychic potential is stimulated, it depends on the qualifications of each Xiangtong. Some people can get through the Tianyan Tong and Tian'er Tong after being psychic, and some people only have some low sensitivity to the spiritual world. But this step is what every Xiangtong must take! ”

"What about the trick?" I asked.

"The trick is made for you by your own immortal family." Cheng Shi explained: "You have to open up your psychic potential here, which is the beginning of your practice. If you want to know the ultimate goal of your practice, you have to try and feel it for yourself. If you want to know the water, you have to go into the water. I don't force you to do this, you don't want to do it, I can take you back now, it's still too late. ”

I fell into contemplation, to be honest, I have known Cheng Shi for the past two days, and listened to his tragic story, I am not as fanatical and paranoid about the matter of Sister Er Ya as I was at the beginning, and I seem to understand some truth.

Now I have a spontaneous will, and I really want to become a Ma Xiangtong and experience the enlightenment of spiritual practice.

After thinking about it, I said, "Okay, I'm going to be psychic." ”

Cheng Shi patted me on the shoulder, took me to Wu Shouxiang, and said to Mr. Wu that the rules were all explained.

Wu Shouxiang stood up: "You come with me." ”

Cheng Shi took me and followed Wu Shouxiang into the back building complex, which was intricate, with narrow pavilions, corridors and stairs stacked on top of each other, similar to a labyrinth.

After passing through several buildings, we came to a courtyard with a plaque hanging on the moon gate with the words, "Mo".

Wu Shouxiang said: "This is the place where the silent person copies the scriptures, and no one is allowed to speak when he walks into this door, this is the rule." He said to me, "If you want to be psychic, you have to come in here and copy the scriptures, and I will instruct you in a moment." You'll be here for three days. If you don't have a psychic after three days, it means that you are not suitable to eat this bowl of rice, and Master Zu has not appreciated the food, so you will stop this idea. ”

My heart was beating faster as I listened, and I was sweating in my hands.

Wu Shouxiang said: "Remember, in these three days, you are not allowed to leave the hospital, even if you give up voluntarily, don't speak out, and if you say it, it will be a waste of your efforts." A gentleman does not deceive the dark room, and does not have a fluke mentality, thinking that no one will know if he speaks secretly. ”

I really couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Wu, is there any history in this place, you tell me about it, otherwise I will have to ponder it when I go in." ”

Wu Shouxiang said: "This is the dojo of the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox Great Immortal, and it set up a place that was convenient for cultivators to meditate on the wall. Indians pay attention to penance, in fact, not talking is also a kind of penance, after you go in for a while, you will see all kinds of scenes of ascetic practice, don't be surprised or afraid, do not turn a blind eye, this is also a state. ”

"Is there anyone else in there?" I asked curiously.

Wu Shouxiang nodded solemnly: "There are many big bosses from other places in the Northeast who come here every year for retreat and silent penance. Now it's more humane, don't let yourself hurt when you do penance, here you either meditate on the wall or copy the scriptures, don't get in the way of others. ”

Then I understood why they said that this was the place where the Silent One copied the scriptures.

"Then how do I psychic?" I asked.

Wu Shouxiang shrugged: "I don't know, there is no fixed law, it all depends on the law." You can go in and copy the scriptures silently, if you are really a person in the Tao, there will be a vision. ”

Cheng Shi stood at the door and smoked: "I won't go in." ”

Wu Shouxiang said: "Lao Cheng, after so many years, you are still full of anger, let's go in and cultivate together." ”

Cheng Shi smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "I have other ways to cultivate my heart, and there are thousands of ways to cultivate, so I don't necessarily use the method of meditation, you can go." ”

Wu Shouxiang took me to the gate of the courtyard, and I took a deep breath.

He said: "If you have any digital products on you, mobile phones or whatever, you can take them out. ”

I handed him the phone, and he put it in his pocket: "I'll give it to you when I come out." Then, with his index finger to his mouth, he made a silent gesture and walked in.

My heart raced and I followed.

The courtyard is very quiet, and there are tall ancient buildings on three sides, about three or four floors. There are several trees planted in the yard, the ground is paved with green bricks for the elderly, and there is a large three-legged incense burner.

It's daytime now, I don't know if it's my psychological effect, as soon as I enter here, I immediately feel that the sky seems to be overcast, there is no sunlight on the ground, the yard is cloudy and green, and the ground is cold.

Wu Shouxiang led me into a building, where there were no modern objects, the room was quite large, the layout was simple, there was not even a single calligraphy or painting on the four walls, it was empty. There were three or four people sitting on the ground.

There was an old man, in his sixties, sitting cross-legged in front of the wall, staring at the white wall, his expression unhappy and carefree.

There were also two people, sitting cross-legged behind the desk, copying scriptures. The room was not well lit, and it was dim to see the scrolls they were copying, and both of them were leaning over and looking very closely. It takes a long time to observe a word, and then pick up a pen and copy it down. One of these two men uses a brush and the other uses a pen.

There was also a woman in the room, about thirty years old, meditating cross-legged on a futon placed on a high place, with her long hair scattered, her hands tied with lotus flowers on her knees, her eyes slightly closed, and her expression reverent.

The light from outside, passing through the window, reflected on her face was slightly mottled, looking like an oil painting. I was fascinated by the light and shadow, as if I was looking at a world-famous painting.

I was watching, someone touched me, it was Wu Shouxiang. He gestured for me to continue following him. Bypassing the men to the stairs, he motioned to take off his shoes. I was a little embarrassed, I didn't wash my feet back and forth in the past few days, I had a little smelly feet, and I was hesitating, Wu Shouxiang looked at me with a stern look in his eyes.

I couldn't help it, so I took off my shoes and followed him down the stairs to the second floor in my socks.

On the second floor are separate small rooms, which have a common feature, none of which have doors and can be clearly seen inside.

There was no home in each room, there were tatami mats, not even beds and chairs. There were people in almost every room, some meditating on the wall, some copying scriptures at their desks. I saw a big fat man in a room with his hands behind his head, lying on the ground, sleeping with Erlang's legs crossed, looking quite carefree, and the amazing thing was that this fat man did not snore, and slept very soundly and quietly.

I looked at it for a moment, and I got goosebumps, wondering if this person was really sleeping.

Wu Shouxiang led me to a room in the hallway, where the only furnishings were a wooden antique bookcase. On the desk lay a scroll of engraved scriptures, and underneath it was clean rice paper, ready to be copied. In the corner of the case is a full set of paper, pen and ink.

The environment of the house is really good, facing the window, you can see the yard when you open the window, and overlook the vast rolling mountains. I really didn't make any sound at all, and I was almost drunk when I was quiet.

Wu Shouxiang was leaving, so I grabbed him and made a peeing posture, which means what to do if I go to the toilet.

He led me back to the hallway and pointed to a secret door at the end, where the bathroom was. He pointed to his watch and gestured to "3" to indicate that I could only stay here for three days.

He settled me in and turned to leave.

I went back to my room, sat down cross-legged, and read the sutras on the bookcase. This look at the three circles of the brain, all traditional characters, turn to the first page, on which is written the words "Dafang Guangfo Huayan Sutra Shu Volume 93".

I pulled myself together and read from the first word on the front page, and the whole text was written vertically. The Buddhist scriptures are long, and the parts that cannot be opened are rolled, revealing a strong bookish atmosphere.

How can I write calligraphy, thinking that the first step should be to sharpen the inkstone. I tried to pour water into the inkstone, but who knew that as soon as I was nervous, the whole inkstone overturned, and the black ink sprinkled my pants.