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"When you enter meditation, you can forget yourself. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info()【Read】" Wuchen said slowly.

"Entering Zen and forgetting ......" Wu Zhiyuan carefully tasted the true meaning of these four words, as if he understood the meaning.

"Shancong, the flower cat's leg injury is no longer serious, you send it down the mountain and give it its freedom." Wuchen turned to Shancong and said.

"Yes, Abbot Master." Shancong answered, picked up the cat, walked out of the hall, and closed the door of the hall casually.

The light in the main hall immediately became dim, and the golden Buddha statue of Shakyamuni in the north looked solemn and solemn.

"Master Wu, come and sit down beside me." Wuchen stretched out his hand and pointed to a futon beside him.

Wu Zhiyuan answered "yes", learned to be dustless, and sat cross-legged on the futon.

"Close your eyes and don't think about anything." Wuchen said slowly.

Wu Zhiyuan nodded and slowly closed his eyes. There was a sudden silence in the hall, not a single sound could be heard, not even the sound of dustless breathing, Wu Zhiyuan could only hear the sound of his own heartbeat.

"If I heard it, for a time the Buddha was defending the country, and the tree was given to the lonely garden, and the great bhikshus, 1,250 people, and then the world-honored one, when eating, dressed and holding a bowl, entered the house to defend the great city to beg for food, in the city, the second begging, returned to the place, ate and ate, collected the mantle, washed the feet, sat down and sat down...... Wuchen slowly spoke, and recited a scripture, which is the Mahayana Buddhism "Vajrapani Prajnaparamita Sutra".

The speed of the silent recitation of the scriptures in Wuchen's mouth became faster and faster, and Wu Zhiyuan only felt that there was a breath of qi in the dantian slowly rising, rising all the way down the abdominal cavity, rising to the top of his head, and slowly emerging from between his hair...... Suddenly, he felt a clear feeling in his heart, and it felt like being in a clear blue sky without a single cloud, peaceful and serene, which is the realm of selflessness after entering Zen.

I don't know how long this feeling lasted, Wu Zhiyuan's mind suddenly began to appear all kinds of words, those words were constantly spliced and combined, he wanted to open his eyes to identify carefully, but found that he didn't need to open his eyes at all, because those words had become clearer and clearer, and they were actually the cultivation method of the fourth layer of the "Guiyuan True Scripture"!

Wu Zhiyuan reined in his mind, carefully and carefully read the big characters with golden light word by word, and unconsciously, there were faint clouds and mist churning in the sea of dantian qi, the blood flow speed of his body accelerated, and the heat was unbearable, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead from time to time.

After about a stick of incense, the big golden characters of the fourth-layer cultivation method that appeared in his mind gradually faded away, and all he saw in his heart was darkness.

"Amitabha." A Buddha horn woke Wu Zhiyuan from meditation, he opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Wuchen sitting beside him at this time, twisting a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, but he did not recite the scriptures silently in his mouth.

"Master Wu, congratulations on your completion!" Wuchen smiled slightly.

Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly got up and thanked him: "Thank you master for your help!" ”

Wuchen waved his hand and excused himself: "It's because you are talented and intelligent, and you are a good material for cultivating vitality, and Lao Wei just plays a guiding role." ”

Wu Zhiyuan felt ashamed when he heard this, if it weren't for Master Wuchen's Zen theory, he didn't know what year and month it would take for him to break through the fourth layer.

"Ling Zun and Master Sheng must have been waiting for you at the foot of the mountain, if there is nothing else, Master Wu can leave." Master Wuchen said slowly.

How could Wu Zhiyuan not understand the meaning of Wuchen's words, so he took a long look and said, "Master, take care." He turned around and went out of the temple gate, he did not linger in the temple, but went straight through the main courtyard, out of the gate of the temple, and went down the mountain.

When he walked halfway up the mountain, Wu Zhiyuan met Shancong who was going up the mountain, he had just sent the big cat to the bottom of the mountain, and when he saw Wu Zhiyuan coming down the mountain, he hurriedly pointed to the bottom of the mountain and said: "Master Wu, those two donors are waiting for you in the pavilion under the mountain." ”

Wu Zhiyuan reached out and touched Shancong's head, smiled at him, and said goodbye simply. Leaving Cong Ma Zen Monastery this time, I don't know if I will come again in this life, thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan felt sad in his heart, so he no longer hesitated, and accelerated his pace and ran down the mountain.

When I arrived at the pavilion at the foot of the mountain, I saw Wu Chengxi and Sheng Jinyuan waiting anxiously. When Sheng Jinyuan saw Wu Zhiyuan for the first time, he asked in surprise: "Boy, your face is ruddy, did you have a few drinks with the old monk just now?" ”

Although Wu Zhiyuan was surprised, he knew that it was caused by breaking through the fourth layer of bottlenecks in the Congma Zen Courtyard and the vitality wandering around his body.

Wu Chengxi teased Sheng Jinyuan jokingly and said with a smile: "It's not that you don't know, our family Zhiyuan doesn't know how to drink at all." Between words and actions, it can be seen that he and Sheng Jinyuan are already very familiar, and the two are more like in-laws.

When Sheng Jinyuan heard this, he and Wu Chengxi laughed in unison.

When the carriage arrived at the western suburbs of Haiyang County, Wu Zhiyuan got out of the carriage. He told Wu Chengxi and Sheng Jinyuan that he was going to Yonghe Yizhuang to find his master, and he had promised his master that after the affairs of Cong Ma Zen Temple were completed, he would come back to him, and if he broke his trust with that old urchin, I am afraid that it would be difficult to have good fruits to eat in the future. When Wu Chengxi heard that Wu Zhiyuan was going to find Gushen, he insisted on going together, but Wu Zhiyuan thought that there were still seven zombies in Yonghe Yizhuang, and he was afraid that Wu Chengxi and Sheng Jinyuan would be scared when they saw it, so they persuaded the two to return to Wujia Village, and he went to Yonghe Yizhuang alone.

After too much delay in Congma Zen Temple, when Wu Zhiyuan arrived at Yonghe Yizhuang, it was already afternoon, and he saw that the gate of Yizhuang was open, so he walked in directly.

The seven zombies were lined up, standing with their backs to the wall facing the gate, neatly dressed, each with a zombie charm on its forehead.

Everything seems to be in order.

"Master! Master! Wu Zhiyuan shouted loudly and shouted a few times, but did not get a response from the god of grains.

"Uncle Shi, I'm back!" Wu Zhiyuan shouted again, this time it was Yu Yisu who shouted, and similarly, after the words fell, there was no movement from Yu Yisu.

Wu Zhiyuan walked to the curtain of the inner room, stretched out his hand to open the curtain, and looked inside, there was no one inside.

"Where have you been?" Wu Zhiyuan muttered, saying that the two of them might have gone out, so he turned around and walked out of the back room.

At this moment, an inexplicable y y wind blew, which made Wu Zhiyuan shiver involuntarily. The gate of Yizhuang was made of wood, and it was also creaked by the gust of wind blowing, and for some reason, on a sunny afternoon, Wu Zhiyuan actually felt a surprisingly cold y, cold to the bone marrow.

He stretched out his hand and tightened his collar, and when he saw a long wooden bench beside him, he wanted to go over and sit down and rest for a while, waiting for his master and uncle to come back.

At the moment when he turned around, his eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of a zombie standing in front of the wall, and he couldn't help but be taken aback.