However, the old monk did not accept it, and he picked up the broom in his hand and waved it. Shaoyi's whole person was instantly supported by a burst of powerful strength, and Shaoyi not only stood up, but also straightened his waist. Well, like a man.

"Lao Wei can give me some advice, but you have to remember that I am not your master, and you are not Lao Gao's apprentice. You can't even talk to anyone about coming to me...... Do you remember it for me?" the old monk suddenly became serious.

One less looked embarrassed and nodded helplessly.

"From now on, you will come to me every night until mid-heaven, and enter and exit through the side door at the back of the abbot's room. After the old monk finished speaking, he turned around and entered his dormitory.

......

Shaoyi followed closely behind the old monk and didn't dare to ask more.

Everywhere is as quiet as water, and one less can only hear his own rustling footsteps.

The two stopped in front of the ancient cypress that night in the cypress forest, which was blown down by the wind that night, and the old monk did not say a word, he jumped up on his tiptoes, and sat cross-legged on the trunk of the ancient cypress.

"I was meditating. It's simple, and it won't be a problem for me to do it for ten days and a half months. Shaoyi was overjoyed, and he also rose into the air and sat down on the trunk of the tree.

The old monk's eyes were slightly closed, his lips and teeth were not moving, and he took his heart as his mouth to teach Shaoyi the basic essence of meditation: "Mo - move, Mo - greed." ”

One less is like an initiation and a comprehension.

His whole body was relaxed at the moment, his jaw was closed, and his spine and head were in a straight line, intending to invite the breath of heaven and earth to penetrate his whole body. In addition, the tip of the tongue touches the roof of the palate, and the nectar of life is taken to nourish the whole body.

Thoughts are forbidden, and greed is destroyed.

The eyes fall into the nose, and the breathing is steady and continuous, as if there is nothing or not.

Then, look at the mind with your nose and concentrate your thoughts on your body......

Earlier, there was one less person who knew the opportunity to "vipassana and start the heart", but he didn't know that there were so many "exquisite" and "Taoism" in the meditation of the old monk......

One less is enlightened. In the moment, get rid of distractions and calm down......

In a trance, an old man and a young man had been sitting in the forest for an hour.

Unconsciously, between the mind and mind, the downward consciousness begins to run naturally upward, and the consciousness of the less one, without being conscious, begins to remove the inherent habits and constantly purify itself......

At this time, the young one in the cultivation did not see that the body of the old monk, who was the son of the old Zen and the son, was easily held up by the qi of heaven and earth, and swirled on the trunk of the tree. The body is as light as the wings of a cicada, and the mind is quiet.

......

"Hmm. Open your eyes. Very good, baby, you are a good piece of material. You know: it's easy to obey the teachings, but it's hard to tame the senses yourself, but it's hard to ......."

Shaoyi followed the old monk's teaching, and he slowly opened his eyes. At this time, the old monk had already stood up, his hands behind his back, and a pair of deep and kind eyes were looking at Shaoyi.

The eastern horizon had begun to glow slightly, and the temperature in the cypress groves before dawn was very low, but one of them did not feel the slightest chill.

"One less, you have to remember: the senses are not to be manipulated or indulged. It is like a domesticated wild horse, the tighter the whip is drawn, the more it will resist. ”

One old and one young, walked out of the forest while chatting.

......

Every night until midnight, in the cypress forest of Jianfukuji Temple, you can always see an old man and a young man sitting on the trunk of the tree......

Gradually, with the passage of time, with the daily cultivation, Shaoyi's agile heart finally found its way: as long as the legs are crossed and the jaw is closed, the heart can float with the eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, find the balance of the senses, and finally, harvest the purest tranquility.

Shaoyi is like a baby lying in swaddling clothes, and in his cultivation, he can feel the warmth and love of a mother enveloping him, nourishing and nurturing him......

It's as if all love and hatred, parting, birth, old age, sickness and death, the aggregates, and so on have all dissipated.

The breath of life is more abundant and vigorous than ever, like a fish in water, swimming freely in the body of the young one, and there is no hindrance.

And the consciousness of the less one is increasing, and it is constantly condensing......

One day, the old monk interrupted the young one who was meditating and said, "Go, bring the old man's bamboo broom......

Hearing the old monk's words, Shaoyi hesitated a little, he didn't think that he could pick up the broom that seemed ordinary, but it was really heavy and difficult to deal with.

When he found the bamboo broom, Shaoyi found that there was a crystal clear drop of water on each bamboo. Somehow, he suddenly understood what the old monk meant.

Shaoyi stood in front of the bamboo broom, he took a deep breath, slowly grasped the broom handle with both hands, and lifted it vigorously.

"Huh?—— how did you get so light?!"

Shaoyi didn't dare to slack off at all, his eyes were firmly fixed on the water droplets on the bamboo, his hands held the broom handle steadily, and he stepped on every step steadily, for fear that the water droplets on the broom would fall.

The old monk looked at the bamboo broom in front of him, he didn't believe his eyes a little, and in an instant, he changed back to the old appearance of not showing mountains and not dew, and said to Shaoyi lightly: "The broom hasn't changed, it's your heart that is changing." ”

The seriousness of Shaoyi's face suddenly melted like snow.

"Tomorrow night, you don't have to meditate anymore!" the old monk threw down this sentence and brushed his sleeves away.

Shaoyi stood stunned in place, his eyes stared directly at the water droplets on the bamboo, through the water droplets, you can see the crystal blisters reflected in the handstand, the old monk walking away, only to see his back without a face, but Shaoyi felt that the old monk walked up, happy.

Beads of sweat the size of beans gathered on the right arm that was holding the ground, and from time to time they fell on the bluestone slab with "pop-" and "pop-".

One less person supported the ground with one hand, and the big vat was on his toes, and he had been standing upside down for an hour.

Not only did he "turn his feet to the sky", but he was almost always watching the old monk eat chicken.

Just when Shaoyi could barely support the handstand and his legs trembled slightly, the old monk still looked at it as if he had nothing to do, he put the last piece of chicken bone in his mouth, instigated and instigated, seemed to be reluctant, and refused to vomit.

Shaoyi was depressed in his heart, and said: "Buddhists all talk about pure heart and few desires, and the six roots are pure, as a monk monk, this is also very greedy." ”

Before returning home the evening the day before, the old monk asked Shao to bring more chicken legs when he came, and Shao Yi thought that the old monk was distressing him, thinking that he "practiced three times a day, and it took time to practice." Kung fu is still the same, and there are few growths", he urgently needed chicken legs to replenish his strength, so he told him to add meals during the day.

Who would have thought that the old monk turned out that he was making himself respectful and filial, holding the chicken leg and eating it deliciously, and he was wiped out all at once, and there was not even a piece of chicken skin left.

"Looking at the vastness of the world, only chicken legs are the eyes. Seeing the fishy old monk, he suddenly changed as if he was a person, and his mood suddenly brightened.

Shaoyi swallowed his saliva, and the vat on his toes almost fell, but fortunately he still had some concentration, or he would definitely fall in front of this old monk.

"Shouldn't a monk pay attention to eating and being a literate student?" asked Shaoyi, holding his hands and feet, deliberately making a prick.

"Tsk-" The old monk reminisced happily, too lazy to take care of this "apprentice" who was neither big nor small.