The moonlight was clear, there was not a trace of wind, and the smoke dissipated cleanly.

Fang Yan squatted on an ancient tree, with the demon-slaying pestle at his feet, and broke the ban on the middle-aged monk's storage bag with his hand, rummaging through what good things were inside.

"Monk's robes, scriptures, wooden fish, straw sandals, broken bowls, diaries...... It's gone?!! ”

gasped, Fang Yan smashed two puffs of cigarettes, and muttered: "When you are a monk, you are really poor!! ”

Anyway, being idle is idle, just lying on the thick branches, smashing two puffs of cigarettes, taking out the teapot and tea leaves from the Qiankun ring, making a pot of tea with a spell and drinking it to the mouth, and taking advantage of the moonlight at night, looking through the Buddhist scriptures and the monk's diary.

The scriptures are a certain heart sutra of Buddhism, different from Taoism, most of Buddhism pay attention to surrendering the heart ape and horse, whether it is Buddhism or Zen Buddhism, there is this homework, but Zen Buddhism is more thorough, and Buddhism is only one of the basic homework that is regarded as a foundation, and it is not placed in an important position.

There are two scriptures, the second book of dialects, this is the Diamond Sutra, pay attention to 'self-cultivation', as long as the cultivation is to reach the relics realm, you can have copper skin and iron bones, if you reach a higher level of the law realm, you can have the diamond law phase, and then go to the next level, reach the realm of no leakage, there is a diamond incorruptible body, ten thousand laws do not invade.

After reading the Diamond Sutra, Fang Yan suddenly felt that this exercise could be learned, and he didn't have to worry about being used to spell Yin in a group fight in the future.

The Diamond Sutra is not difficult to get started, the first level of the realm is simpler, called 'Iron Cloth Shirt', the second layer is not difficult, it is called 'Golden Bell Jar', and the third layer starts, and the further you go, the more difficult it becomes. After practicing the dialect for half the night, he only learned the first layer, and the epidermis was coated with a thin film, and there was a faint iron armor to protect his body, which was difficult for ordinary swords to enter the body.

The second layer of the golden bell jar pays attention to the water grinding work accumulated over time, which takes time, so it will be put aside for the time being.

Fang Yan closed the Diamond Sutra and said secretly in his heart: "In the future, there will be one more homework in the morning and evening classes." ”

Bored in the second half of the night, Fang Yan flipped through the monk's diary, and on the first page of the opening chapter, he wrote that his senior brother explained the realm of Buddhism on the day he entered.

Buddhism also divides the realm of cultivation into seven realms, which are named: Enlightenment, Forgetting Dust, Relics, Dharma, No Leakage, Golden Body, and Death.

Enlightened Su Hui, understand the meaning of Buddhism; Forget the troubles of the world and seek to be at ease; Cultivating relics and providing spiritual power; Contemplating the ideological phase and generating the legal phase; The law and the body are combined into one, and the body is perfected; The incorruptible body of King Kong is practiced to achieve great perfection, and one punch can open mountains and crack stones; In the end, Wu broke through the void and successfully passed away, that is, he flew to the upper realm.

Fang Yan feels that the last realm of Buddhism cultivation is particularly interesting, breaking the void is not the ascension of the physical body, but the need to sacrifice the physical body, take off the mortal fetus of the physical body, and ascend to the upper realm with the Vajra Dharma.

"First the Dharma phase is integrated with the body, and then stripped away, and the practice of Buddhism is also strange."

The follow-up diaries are all trivial things in daily life, and when I see interesting places, I can't help but talk in dialects, and when I turn to one of the pages, I suddenly pause.

The diary on this page says that the Temple of Ten Thousand Buddhas has a white wall, and on it is filled with poems, chapters, and warnings of literati and scholars.

A feast for the eyes.

Some people's ink treasure, standing out from the crowd, is a cursive poem, covering a huge area.

Just like the flowers, the crowds compete for beauty, and there are also the oiran ladies in the world, Miss Shenboudoir, who wrote some poems of resentment and resentment, which took up the scenery.

At that time, he was not long after entering the empty door, he was still a little monk who swept the fallen leaves in the temple every day, and met a strange swordsman named 'Zheng Dadao', who wrote a line of large characters in an inappropriate handwriting and crooked font, which was particularly conspicuous, and was the most eye-catching on the wall, and the content was not only unsightly, but also made people very speechless.

He wrote: "What does it mean to love to die? Hugging the bed is the real thing! ”

The key is that at the end of the text, there is also a smile on the ghost, plus two big words "Come on"!

At the end of his diary, the monk complained: "I really want the Buddha to appear and slap him to death!" ”

Fang Yan covered his face and said with grief: "This is my master? What kind of sin have I created, it would be too embarrassing to have such a master......"

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Morning light.

After finishing the morning lesson, Fang Yan jumped into the water and continued to look for the next target.

The sun is shining, the beautiful scenery in the mountains makes the birds more happy, the water is clear and clear, and the shadow of the water makes a snake vulgar thought disappear. The sparse shadows of flowers and trees are slanted in the shallow water, and the quiet fragrance floats under the morning sun. The cicada droops its tentacles like hats and sucks the clear and sweet morning dew, and a continuous chirping sound comes from among the branches.

The clouds are vast, and the pine tree that stands proudly on the cliff is still calm and calm despite the churning clouds passing by.

The beautiful scenery in the mountains can not be explained in one word.

The closer they got to the center of the battlefield, the more they could feel the ubiquitous qi, and at the same time, the various wails of the demon clan were also filled in the mountains and forests. Fang Yan was about to get out of the water, and suddenly felt that the two breaths were approaching, with the majestic aura of Buddhism and the mighty starlight breath.

"Buddhism and the Derivation Star Sect?"

Fang Yan raised the snake's head in confusion, a little puzzled in his heart.

Yu Ming~!

Fang Yan used Yu Ming's natural supernatural powers, hid in an ancient tree, and looked at the two people standing on the top of the tree on the left and right.

The disciple of the Yanxing Sect pointed to his Dao crown, "At this time, you took a monk's stick, and I temporarily lost the Taoist magic power, come and go, is it considered a fair fight next?" ”

The monk on the opposite side did not answer, his fingers were forceful, and he clenched the monk stick in his hand, and a long river of breath appeared in front of him, flowing mightily between the two, setting off a stormy wave above the treetops, starting from the monk and ending in front of the disciples of the Yanxing Sect.

The disciple of the Yanxing Sect said with a smile: "The monk doesn't know how to refine weapons, such a good meteorite iron was crudely refined into a black iron rod by you, I am really distressed, so I ...... In addition to the head on your neck, the monk's stick made of meteorite iron in your hand is the second thing I want to get my hands on. ”

The monk moved, taking six steps diagonally, as if a martial artist was walking on a pile, diagonally forward, each step had a difference in size, and there was no flaw in the slightest.

After the sixth step, the monk's momentum has risen to the peak, and his breath is so strong that it is condensed like water, like a drop of water rolling on the lotus leaf.

The disciple of the Yanxing Sect pinched his sword finger in his hand, jumped high, and pointed out.

Fang Yan hid in the tree, and secretly pondered in his heart, "Meteorite Iron is a good thing~!" It is claimed to be a perfect match with the Buddha Diamond Sutra, and the same ten thousand laws do not invade, why don't we make a yellow sparrow? ”

Done!

Anyway, neither Buddhism nor the Derivation Star Sect are good things......