In the Great Wei Kingdom, there was no such profession as a doctor or Langzhong.

Whether it is a small person or a royal family, from headaches and brain fever to various incurable diseases, all of them are covered by the two sects of Taoism and Buddhism.

These two doors have all kinds of miracles, a cup of Fu water in the Taoist Academy, a Zen chant of the Buddhist Gate, can often solve most diseases, if it is a more complex condition, and then take it with some herbs, unless it is a terminal disease, it is difficult to have a person who does not heal.

Therefore, the two gates of this Buddha are extremely prosperous and have a revered status. Whether it is a belief in religion or the ability to count on his hands to cure the disease, even if it is a royal family, he is also polite to him, especially with those great virtues and scholars in the second gate, and the exchanges between them are quite frequent.

The Temple of the Dead is the largest temple in the Great Wei Dynasty, with branches all over the world and its influence second to none.

One of them, the abbot Master Fang Yuan, had a good relationship with Zhang Wenshan, so he kicked Zhang Yuan, a concubine who was difficult to deal with and difficult to stay in the mansion.

In Zhang Xiangguo's mind, just let Zhang Yuanqing Lantern Ancient Buddha live his life, which can be regarded as benevolent and righteous.

......

"Amitabha. ”

"Amitabha. ”

"Ami... Buddha Buddha!"

A small novice with clear eyebrows circled around Zhang Yuan, chanting the Buddha's name incessantly, trying to attract the attention of the other party.

Mrs. Fang couldn't understand how this young man, who was about his age, could endure his temperament, not say a word, and not spit out a word?

If it weren't for the fact that he overheard the other party's whispering in his dream, he would still think that Zhang Yuan was a mute.

"Boring! boring! How can you, a man with long hair, be more boring than us bald heads?" The seventeen-year-old monk Fang Taixiao scratched his bare scalp in distress, and finally there was a peer in the temple, how could he be so boring?

Zhang Yuan was stunned and silently swept the fallen leaves on the ground.

"There are no idlers in front of the Buddha. Master Fang Yuan canceled the homework that he had thought about in the face of the wall in a word, and directly sent Zhang Yuan to sweep the floor.

Sweep every day, sweep all the time, sweep leaves with leaves, and sweep snow with snow.

For more than a month, Zhang Yuan has been immersed in sweeping the floor, even if the bluestone on the ground is shining, he still wipes it diligently.

After observing silently for a while, Fang Yuan said in the tone of "someone else's child", "This son has Buddha nature, you have to learn more." ”

The young Fang Tai was naturally unconvinced, and tried to compare with Zhang Yuan, but it turned out to be so big and uninteresting.

Looking at Zhang Yuan's sullen appearance, Fang Tai's eyes rolled, and he flexibly walked around to the front, stepped on the broom made of bamboo branches in the other party's hand, pointed to the branches that had already withered and yellowed, and said, "This branch is also alive, how can you use it to sweep the floor?"

Zhang Yuan stopped his movements and quietly stared at the other party.

Mrs. Fang grinned: "Don't believe it, then you quickly beg me, I'll show you a trick, I promise it's very interesting." ”

Zhang Yuan: ......

Fang Tai's face showed a hint of annoyance: "What are you doing looking at me like this? Say quickly, do you want me to show you a trick?"

After a silent stalemate for two minutes, still being silently watched by Zhang Yuan, Fang Tai was so angry that he secretly gritted his teeth, and said with a blushing face: "You...... You've got a good look at me!"

I saw that Fang Tai gently pinched the dry bamboo branch on a broom, and there was no movement, the already withered yellow branch slowly turned green, and then turned green again, and finally gave birth to two green leaves.

"See, right? Turning decay into magic, white bones and new muscles, this is a cultivation that only a 'monk' has!" Fang Tai's face turned pale, and he panted and said, "Why don'......t you hurry up and worship me?" ”

Before the words fell, the little eyes rolled and fainted.

Zhang Yuan showed a trace of helplessness in his eyes, leaned down and picked up Fang Tai, walked back to the courtyard step by step, put it on the collapse, and then walked out unhurriedly, and continued to sweep the bluestone floor that was already as bright as new with a broom.

There are all kinds of strange Taoist Buddhas, and naturally they also have corresponding positions.

In the Temple of the Dead Life, the 'novice' is the initial position, and the upper is the 'monk'.

The word monk is the meaning of the teacher, which means that he has the qualification to preach and solve doubts, and only when he reaches this step can he truly enter the Buddhist gate.

Shami can calm people's minds and awaken their minds through Zen singing, and treat people's diseases with decoction.

The monk, on the other hand, really has the supernatural ability of white bones and muscles, decay and rebirth, but it is a huge temple of the dead, and there are not many people who have reached this step. And Fang Tai didn't completely take this step, he barely exerted such a supernatural ability, and naturally lost his strength and fainted.

But it is really rare to have such a cultivation at such an age.

In the wing room, Fang Yuan stood at the head of Fang Tai's bed at some point, sighed secretly, stretched out his palm and pressed it on the other party's forehead, only to see that the place where they touched, covered with a layer of extremely faint golden light, and Fang Tai's pale little face quickly returned to blood color, and entered a sweet dream.

"I have more talent, but I don't have enough heart. ”

Fang Yuan sighed, his gaze on the thin back outside the courtyard.

Maybe you have a better heir?

Zhang Yuan swept and swept, suddenly felt that something was wrong, the calm heart lake seemed to be thrown into a stone, rippling layer by layer, and suddenly turned around to look, only to see a stone table and chair a few feet away, I don't know when a person sat down, staring at him with a bright look in his eyes.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man with a long beard and an elegant face looked at him unexpectedly: "Knowing movement in silence, such a focused boy!"

Zhang Yuan's heart flashed a trace of confusion, only to feel that the person in front of him was a little familiar, and the faint cordiality was mixed with a few traces of unclear complex meaning.

"Boy, have you practiced martial arts?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised, he thought to himself sitting here, few people in the world could find out about his movements, how could he be discovered by this young man?

Zhang Yuan hesitated and shook his head.

The middle-aged man didn't believe it, stepped forward and shot like the wind, pinching all his limbs, and then looked at Zhang Yuan in disbelief.

Sure enough, it's not a practitioner, could it be that this state of knowing movement in silence is innate?

People have five senses, which are seeing, smelling, hearing, smelling, and touching, and they understand the world through these five ways. The better the qualifications, the more sensitive these facial features are.

And through the practice of martial arts, when the cultivation attainments reach a certain level, the sixth official will gradually be born, which is the "sense".

Heart, mind, God!

Through deeper perception, we can recognize and understand the subtlety and depth of this world, understand the heaven and earth, penetrate our own hearts, and not be invaded by external things. Often, such people can also go further in the martial arts.

If a martial artist has cultivated to the point of divine sense, and if God and heaven are intertwined, and God and earth are united, then he is definitely a great master who carries forward the past and forges ahead into the future, and is the best in ancient and modern times! In the hands of such a person, a casual punch and kick can cause great power.

"Boy, worship me as a teacher!" Thinking of this, the middle-aged man said eagerly.

Before Zhang Yuan could speak, he only heard a distant chant from not far away: "Amitabha, this son is related to my Buddha, and the donor of the unphased son should find another successor!"