Time flows!

Unconsciously, the boy has grown into a young man, carrying two water tanks, slowly walking on the way back to the temple.

The shoulders gradually began to ache after a long period of weight-bearing. The true qi in the dantian overflowed and dispersed into the meridians of the shoulders and hands, invigorating blood and dissipating stasis.

"It's been three years, and the master still hasn't taught me the Dharma!"

With a slight sigh, a trace of unwillingness rose in Ji Game's heart. In order to learn the magic power of Buddhism, he has helped the monks in the temple to chop wood and carry water since three years ago, but until now, Zen Master Lingyou still has not opened his mouth to teach him the Dafa of Buddhism.

However, he followed his elder brother Hui Lin to practice Zen fist and foot kung fu, and with his outstanding talent, in just three years, he actually learned all the seventy-two stunts passed down by Bodhidharma.

With a high level of martial arts, it can be said that he is the head of all monks.

It's a pity, no matter how high the martial arts are, it's just a thing in the world, and when you encounter Buddhism Dafa, you can only be caught with your hands tied.

After Ji Yi breathed with his own Buddhist true qi, the fatigue of his muscles and bones gradually subsided, and he accelerated to the Miyin Temple again.

"Let's hope we can get back before it rains!"

The sky was clear and cloudless, so why could he tell at a glance that it was going to rain?

Probably a natural ability, Ji Game's eyes can see things that others can't see. Even Zen Master Lingyu couldn't completely disappear under his gradually brightening and crystalline eyes.

Sure enough, a moment after Ji Game entered the temple, the sky suddenly became dark, and the Dao thunder and lightning dragon snake rushed away, and the majestic rain poured down.

He poured the water he had spent a lot of effort into the water tank, then picked up an axe and chopped the wood, and with a crackling sound, strips of evenly sized firewood were bundled together and set aside.

If anyone sees it. He must have been extremely surprised, because the axe in Ji Game's hand turned out to be made of wood, not only the axe handle, but also the blade part of the axe.

Wood splits wood!?

This kind of thing, which should be legendary, was done in the hands of the boy. The true qi in his body spread all over the blade of the axe along the lines of the wood, and then he slashed down with all his attention.

With a "click", the originally thick firewood cracked. And there was no shaking, neatly arranged on a wide wooden stake.

Leaning sideways again, he swung the wooden axe in his hand. Chop the round firewood into four sections, and chop the wood at one time.

"Senior brother, your internal strength is becoming more and more refined, I think the "Yijin Sutra" has been cultivated to a great extent. ”

A square-headed, big-eared, kind-eyed monk appeared in the firewood room, clasped his hands together at Ji Game, and said hello.

"Senior Brother Hui Lone, why do you have time to come?"

Ji Bo immediately put down the wooden axe in his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Return the salute to the great monk. Chopping wood with wood consumes his true qi, and with his current cultivation, he also feels unbearable.

"There are letters from my brother's family. I'll bring it to you for my brother!"

Hui Lin took out a neatly pasted and beautifully written letter from his monk's robe and handed it to Ji Bo.

"Foolish brother!"

"It turned out to be Sister Xian's letter, it's troublesome Senior Brother. ”

His sister's name is Pei Wenxian, which was obtained by his father Pei Xiu himself. I hope my daughter can be virtuous and virtuous. And his sister did not disappoint her family, she has been deferential since she was a child, and her appearance is even more outstanding. At the age of eighteen, he married a worldly friend. The two respect each other like guests and love each other happily.

It's a pity that the fortune is shallow, the son died of a serious illness at the age of twenty, leaving Pei Wenxian alone as a widow. Because she did not give birth to a child, she is very concerned about her only brother Pei Wende.

At least two letters a month will be sent, and in the past three years, he has worked tirelessly to visit his younger brother in the Secret Seal Temple several times. If you calculate the time, she should also come to the Mid-Autumn Festival in the near future.

"Senior brother, I'll leave first for my brother!"

Monk Hui Lin smiled gently, folded his hands and retreated, Ji Game did not stop him, and after sending him away, he opened the letter to read.

Sure enough, in addition to the initial greetings and the blessings of the family, she told him that on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, she would come over and spend the full moon with his younger brother.

After reading the letter from beginning to end, Ji Game gently folded it and put it into a cabinet at the head of his bed. If you look closely, this small cabinet is almost full of letters.

After reading the letter, his eyes touched more than half of the firewood left, and Ji Game couldn't help but feel hard. Thinking that he was also a famous court official, but because the prince was seriously ill, he suffered in this place for three years, and he couldn't help but speak out indignantly.

"The monk draught Hanlin picks, even if he eats it, it will be difficult to eliminate!"

The next day, a strange thing happened, after eating, all the monks in the Miyin Temple felt uncomfortable in their stomachs, as if they could not digest the food, accumulated in the stomach, and swelled vigorously.

Ji Bo himself didn't know what to say, and he felt panic in his heart, he was still a good boy in essence, and he had no thoughts of harming others. Unexpectedly, the words that were spoken casually were like the supreme Dafa, which made the monks miserable.

"Master, the disciple knows his mistakes!"

In the main hall, the yellow-faced and thin-skinned Lingyu Zen Master was still facing the golden body of Shakyamuni, chanting sutras and participating in meditation, the Buddha beads in his hand turned gently, and quietly listened to himself, the most slumpy disciple of the closer, finish the whole thing.

Then, he opened his bright and wise eyes, his lips trembled slightly, and he said a word.

"The old monk can consume 10,000 loads of grain when he sits!"

It is also strange to say that after Zen Master Lingyu said this, the more than 500 monks of the entire Miyin Temple suddenly felt that the estrangement in their abdomen was completely lifted, as if they had never appeared before.

After this time, Ji Bo was deeply ashamed, collected his body and mind, and served the public monks in asceticism.

The time soon came to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Pei Wenxian came to the Miyin Temple with more than a dozen attendants.

The sister and brother happened to meet at the gate of the temple, and the beautiful sister couldn't help but feel heartache on her snow-white and delicate face when she saw her brother carrying a water tank larger than his whole person.

"Wende, why are you doing such a rough job!"

In the past, every time Pei Wenxian came over, Ji Bo pretended to be a Buddha in Miyin Temple in order to avoid his family's worries, so as not to let them know about his suffering.

And after that inexplicable incident, he seemed to see through it, so he no longer concealed it, and showed his most authentic scene of practicing in the temple to his sister.

"Sister Xian, this is also part of the practice, from which I realized the first Buddha of the Diamond Sutra, dressing and eating is the way, and the ordinary mind is the way. ”

Looking at the handsome face of the young man in front of him, but an unprecedented realization was revealed between his eyebrows, which seemed to reveal a very good smell of Qingsheng Fanxiang from the depths of his heart, which made Pei Wenxian's eyebrows stretch, and a trace of healthy blush appeared on his skin.

"Even so, as your sister, I still feel pain in my heart when I see my brother suffering so much. Let's ask my sister to give you some fat powder money!"

Pei Wenxian hugged his younger brother into his arms with a painful heart, his slender hand caressed the smooth scalp, and the strong female fragrance made Ji Bo, who had never experienced such a formation, feel red-faced.

Feeling the soft and warm touch coming from her sister's mature and plump delicate body, Ji Bo immediately chanted in her heart, extinguishing the invisible flame in her heart.

Next, Pei Wenxian contacted the local county government and paid for the construction of a huge drinking water pot for the project. After nine months, the project was completed, which solved the difficulty of long-distance transportation of domestic water for the whole mountain of Weishan, and the local people felt Pei Wenxian's kindness, and the beautiful name was called "Beauty Cake", and it was passed down as a good story in the Zen jungle.

Ji Game couldn't stop it, and in the end, he could only come to the main hall after Pei Wenxian left, and plead guilty to Lingyu Zen Master.

"If the disciple is at fault, please punish the teacher!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Unexpectedly, Zen Master Lingyu turned around this time and met Ji Game's eyes, and his bright and wise eyes were full of relief.

"The reason why the old man asked you to carry water and chop wood is nothing more than to let you know the suffering of the world and realize that it is not easy to get rid of. Now that you have completed your merits, what is wrong with you?"

Listening to Zen Master Lingyu's words, Ji Bo's face was surprised, and then a hint of joy rose to his brows.

"Master, is it ......?"

"Yes, you already have the realm of enlightening the Dharma, and from today onwards, I will teach you the secret method of Zen Buddhism, Mahadharma. ”

In the main hall, the old monk with a yellow face and thin muscles was wearing a robe, and a trace of treasure light appeared on his wrinkled face, and he taught the secret practice of Zen Buddhism to the little monk kneeling in front of him in a smile.

"Since Bodhidharma, the first thing we need to do in our Zen practice is to attain the state of 'meditation'. In this way, you will not be able to fall into the path of assura without being harmed by the amount of power. ”

"Dare to ask Master, what is 'meditation'?"

Ji Game has this feeling in his heart, but he is always separated by a layer of fog, and he can't see his truest self, the true self hidden in the sea of knowledge. I hope Zen Master Lingyu can give an answer.

"The Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng once said: Those who meditate, the external unstained use is Zen, the clear and clear inner dwelling is fixed, and the so-called outer Zen and internal concentration are meditation as the same. Externally, in the face of the five desires and six dusts, the life and death of the world, the mind can not be moved, it is Zen, and internally, the heart is free from greed and love, which is concentration. If you attain 'meditation', then it will be like the light of a dark room!"

"Disciple, your ascetic life has come to a successful conclusion and you can begin your retreat and practice 'meditation'. ”

As soon as Zen Master Lingyu finished speaking, he saw a scene that surprised the monks of his realm.

I saw that the eyes of the apprentice in front of him were closed, and a kind of enlightenment appeared on the handsome face, as if he had realized the past and present lives, and awakened the incarnation of the past, present, and future.

Streams of invisible majestic power emerged from the void and blessed the handsome monk in front of him.

Behind him, Shakyamuni's golden body bloomed with crystal clear Buddha light and projected onto his body.

Meditation!Achievement!(To be continued......)