"Goo, since you have thought about it properly and declined the second princess's 'invitation', you should have 'cleared' it in your heart. Why, you, who have always been decisive, are worried at this moment?" Shaoyi turned his head one by one, and saw that Gugu was frowning slightly at the withered hawthorn flower in the courtyard, and couldn't help but tell the truth.

Instead of answering his question, Goo asked, "Then what are you thinking about after being in a daze for a long time?"

"I'm wondering whether he's doing Tsing Yi Kung Fu or Sword Kung Fu......" Shao Yi replied truthfully, referring to Long Yi.

"It's not the first time you've met him, haven't you ever paid attention to his green shirt?" Gu Gu saw that Shaoyi was still in a daze, so he reminded him.

Shaoyi was still at a loss.

Gugu pointed to the small wooden box on his waist, the small wooden box has always contained all kinds of treasures of Gugu, what cherished grass seeds, spice wine koji, needles and threads, turtle back pictures...... It also includes hiding Steppenwolf's white shrunken bones in it.

Shaoyi suddenly realized that in addition to fighting, Long Yi's green shirt also had the same storage function as the small wooden box in Gugu.

Since the demon warrior who sneaked to Dazhou that night was wiped out by an unknown righteous man on Qinglong Street, the clouds at this time have become extremely peaceful, and the people in the teahouse look more relaxed than before.

Shaoyi and Gugu always felt that Long Yi would come to see them, and they might come to the courtyard unawares, but this conjecture always stayed in conjecture.

Shaoyi did not go to the Qiu Kee Noodle Shop again, however, his daily time at home did not increase because of this.

......

"Why are you here again, how many times have I said it, I'm just a sweeper, go and go! Apprentice, you go to the master of the guest hall first......" The old monk threw down the bamboo broom in his hand, put his hands behind his back, and entered his low squatter room alone, so that Shaoyi had a closed door again.

This is the fourth time that Shaoyi has come to Jianfu Temple to see the old monk who sweeps the floor.

Unlike the previous three times, this time, the old monk did not pick up the bamboo broom in his hand again and drove him away directly.

Seeing that the old monk didn't move after entering, Shaoyi went to pick up the bamboo broom by himself, and as a result, Shaoyi found that this seemingly ordinary bamboo broom was actually heavier than the weight of Chiyan and Shaokang combined.

He tightened his belt, rolled up his sleeves, and tied the chassis steadily, and then he barely picked up the bamboo broom.

After knowing the "weight" of the broom, Shaoyi gritted his teeth, held his breath, and swept towards the sand grains on the slate with all his strength.

The sand has not moved a bit......

Due to the excessive force, one less person was dragged by the heavy bamboo broom and fell heavily on the stone slab.

If it doesn't work once, come again.

In this way, after several round-trips, my wrists, elbows, and knees were already dripping with blood......

Leaning on the heavy bamboo broom, he gasped for breath and could only hear the sound of snoring coming from inside the house.

For the first time, Shaoyi saw a monk sleeping in the daytime, and he said in his heart, he was really not diligent, no wonder he was "just a sweeper".

The sun at noon in late spring in the clouds was already a little hot, and it became more and more difficult to control the slippery broom handle with the hand holding the broom, and one by one the dry mouths and sweaty ones fell to the ground, lazy in place.

The ground was warmed by the sun, and lying on it was so comfortable, that I fell asleep unconsciously.

"Whoa-" A few drops of cold water landed on Shaoyi's face unexpectedly, and Shaoyi sat up in a daze.

Above his head, the bamboo broom in the old monk's hand hung in the air, and a few crystal droplets of water hung on the sparse bamboo.

"When you don't stop, you don't practice. The old monk said to Shaoyi.

"I hope Master will lead you through the door. "Shaoyi seems to be talking nonsense in a dream, but what he says is so reliable, so fake.

"You also want to practice the old man's Thousand Sweeping Skills?!...... the old monk smiled, it seemed that Shaoyi's qualifications were all passed in his eyes, and when Shaoyi heard it, he lowered his head sadly.

"But...... Baby, you have a little wisdom roots, and you have a rare tenacity," the old monk's words inspired Shaoyi hope again, and he couldn't help but raise his head and look at the old monk earnestly.

"Look at your persistence, old man...... Just break the rules and give you some tips. The old monk looked at Shaoyi, whose eyes were shining, and put away the bamboo broom in mid-air.

Shaoyi was overjoyed, he hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, and said, "Master, please accept the apprentices to worship one by one!"

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.