Chapter 89: Zazen (1)

"The high wind roared in August and autumn, rolling up the triple thatch on my house. These are the first two lines of a famous poem written by a down-and-out poet in a dynasty called "Tang" in the previous dynasty of the Great Shun.

Now Yunjing is in June, not August, not autumn, but the scorching summer, there is no wind, the rain does not see a drop, and the people of Yunjing City are mostly rich, although the thatched houses are still in some slums in the west and east of the city, but the thatched grass on each house is spread very finely, firm, to put it mildly, there is no wind, even if there is wind, it can't be rolled up, and it can't make a miserable scene of the house leaking the bed and crying wet clothes like iron.

However, these two sentences can still describe the situation of the small group of Dongliao people surrounded by countless people in the Dachan Temple at this time.

According to the agreement, today is the day when Han Tingzhen, the first young master of Dongliao, intends to enter the first level of the Great Zen Temple.

In order to show their piety, the Dongliao people came to the gate of the Dachan Temple very early, and in order to prevent Han Tingzhen from being too powerful and lonely, the Dongliao side even discharged all the thirty students of Jingjian Pavilion to protect Han Tingzhen's safety.

It's just that when these thirty people came to the gate of the Great Zen Temple, they found that they really shouldn't have come.

Because the huge square in front of the Great Zen Temple, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, has long been congested, countless huge banners have been beaten out and hung high above the square.

The words written on those banners are all unsightly, some write "Han Tingzhen **** go", some write "Dongliao dogs go back to Liaodong", and some write "Refuse to negotiate peace, all the Dongliao dogs will be killed", "Dongliao people and dogs are not allowed to enter the Great Chan Temple...... All kinds of abusive language.

Not only that, but as the banner was lifted by the people holding it below, the cries of condemnation like a tsunami also resounded, and the wind and waves hit the eardrums of these dozens of Dongliao people.

Shun people insulted Han Tingzhen, insulted the Dongliao people, wave after wave, and orderly, not because thousands of people scolded at the same time and noisy, but very clearly into the ears of these Dongliao people, and if it was not for the Dashun city guards to go out and suppress these crazy people, they would rush up at the first moment when Han Tingzhen and others appeared, tearing these Dongliao people to pieces.

The wind is also high in June, but this wind is anger, and it is a grudge that the Dashun people and the Dongliao people cannot resolve after 16 years of war.

"I've wronged you!" Han Tingzhen looked back and patted Lin Sui, Lin Shan and the others on the shoulder, and said to them apologetically.

"To be able to follow the eldest brother, death is an honor, let alone being scolded by this?" Lin Sui, Lin Shan and the others had slightly red eyes, shook their heads and said.

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The disciples of the Three Hundred Holy Church also came to the Great Zen Temple under the leadership of Senior Brother Sima Suyi, but unlike those ordinary people, these Holy Temple disciples did not stand on the originally spacious square in front of the Great Zen Temple, but walked into the huge grandstand that had been erected on the west side of the square.

There are also stands on the east side of the square, but they are very small, which are reserved for the Eastern Liao people, and at this time, Han Ting really took Lin Sui, Lin Shan and other thirty people to sit upright.

And in the center of the square, hundreds of Dashun Imperial Forest Army formed a square human fence, holding bright knives and guns to isolate the surrounding onlookers, in the middle of this human fence, two temporary erections, there are dozens of feet high like an arrow tower like something standing, this is obviously the place where the Zen Master of Enlightenment and Han Tingzhen tried to sit in meditation.

Yi Jun sat down in his own position in the west stand, measured the distance between the high platform and the east stand, and quickly calculated that the high platform was two hundred meters away from the east stand, and the high platform did not have stairs or the like, obviously, this is another obstacle in the Great Chan Temple.

With such a long distance, such a high platform, and so many people who hate Dongliao and Han Tingzhen Dashun in the middle, it is impossible for Han Tingzhen to come over step by step, so he can only rely on Zhenyuan to jump up from the platform over there and jump to the top of the platform accurately.

Yi Jun was calculating these distances, and Han Wu, Wu Jilang and others were also calculating, and after calculating, several people's faces were a little ugly.

"I could have jumped that far, I could have jumped that high with all my strength, but I couldn't land on the top of the platform, which was less than a meter square. Han Wu shook his head at first, thinking that he couldn't do it.

"I can't do it either. Wu Jiro also shook his head.

"Yi Jun, what about you?" Green Sleeves also thought that she couldn't do it, but she now had blind confidence in Yi Jun.

"I can't do it. Yi Jun couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In terms of the number of spiritual energy, among these teenagers, Yi Jun is of course the first, because he has two hundred and ninety-seven kinds of spirits, and Wu Jilang, the strongest among the others, has only seventeen kinds, and in terms of the strength of spiritual power, Yi Jun is not bad, and Han Wu, Wu Jilang and others are also at the peak of the second realm.

However, if compared to the control of spiritual power, Yi Jun can't catch up with Han Wu and the others, counting being caught by Yue Ling'er and forced psychic in the valley of Zhongshou Mountain, Yi Jun has only been two months now, and the psychic skills he has mastered are only two kinds of spiritual energy cover and spiritual power upside down, and none of the others will be there, let alone systematically learn how to accurately control spiritual power, and being able to defeat thirty-eight Templar classmates at one time is just looking at the aura and strong spiritual power. The spirituality is just forcibly crushed, and it is simply more than control, Yi Jun is afraid that he can't even compare to a second-level beginner spiritual warrior.

Therefore, it is impossible for Yi Jun to jump to the high platform of the competition zazen at once.

Of course, if he is allowed to practice here for a thousand times, he will probably be able to jump accurately.

"Dangdangdangdang......" Just as Yi Jun and the others were discussing, suddenly, there was a sound of striking the bell one after another in the Great Zen Temple.

The morning bell and dusk drum, this is the sound of the Buddhist temple, but at this time I think the meaning is different, it may also be the time when the Great Zen Temple opens, the monks leave the temple, and the Zen Master of Enlightenment and Han Tingzhen begin to compete.

The insults to the Dongliao people in the square gradually stopped with the ringing of the bell, and the huge square gradually became quiet, only the colorful flags and banners were still fluttering.

And as the last bell fell, the tall gate of the Great Zen Temple slowly opened.

With a solemn face, the solemn Zen Master of Enlightenment walked in front wearing a robe, and behind him, the first seat of the precept institute, the Arhat Hall, the Prajna Hall, the Dharma Academy, the Bodhi Temple, the lecture hall and other halls followed, and then behind were the elders, who came out with hundreds of people.

Seeing that it was indeed the holy monks of the Great Zen Temple who came out, the whole square became even quieter, and the people surrounding the square took the initiative to give way to the high platform of sitting meditation.

However, after these monks walked out of the gate, they did not leave, but sat down on the futon in front of the door one by one, and only the enlightened Zen master walked towards the high platform of meditation.

"Hehehe, is this the beginning?" On the west side of the stands, Han Tingzhen saw the Enlightened Zen Master walking towards the high platform without saying a word, haha smiled, and then, without waiting for the Enlightened Zen Master to answer, his body suddenly jumped up on the high platform, and everyone felt their eyes bloom, and then they saw that Han Tingzhen had steadily achieved the futon on the top of one of the high platforms.