After eating, he accompanied the old man to finish the five-bird play, and corrected some mistakes of the two old men.

Wang An drove to the county seat, bought some New Year's goods, Spring Festival couplets, firecrackers, a plate of cables, and stopped the car when passing by a fitness equipment to take a look.

"Hello, what gym equipment do you want to see?" The owner of the shop looks less than forty years old, quite athletic, and looks like a person who regularly exercises.

"How much do you weigh your heaviest dumbbells?"

"We have 50 kilograms of dumbbells here, and we also have dumbbell pieces that we can adjust ourselves."

"Fifty kilograms, that's too light." Wang Andao.

"Too light?" The man was stunned for a moment, and thought, "Do you have any misunderstanding about fifty kilograms?" ”

"It's fifty kilograms, not fifty pounds." He repeated it again.

"I know."

Wang An walked to the dumbbell pieces that could be combined, and the heaviest dumbbell plate was only ten kilograms.

He put together an eighty-kilogram dumbbell in his hand and tried it in one hand.

The muscular man next to him froze for a moment, his eyes glaring at the boss.

"Damn, is this a return?"

"Well, this weight is still a bit light, don't you have twenty kilograms of dumbbell plates?"

"Ah, what? 20 kg dumbbell plates, that's barbell plates, it's for barbells, the kind for weightlifting. ”

"Do you have this?" In Wang An's view, there is not much difference between a barbell and a dumbbell, and it should be a large dumbbell.

"Yes, over here."

In the end, Wang An left with a pair of barbells under the stunned gaze of the store owner.

The 200-kilogram barbell was placed on the car with the barbell plates, and the car obviously sank a lot.

"O man of God!" The boss looked at Wang An, who was leaving, and sighed.

Back home, Wang An assembled the barbell and tried it.

100 kilograms is a bit light, 200 kilograms is a bit heavy, but it's not an unbearable weight. Just right for exercise.

At noon, after lunch, snowflakes fell in the sky, not big, scattered.

After the lunch break, Wang An went to the mountains again and came to the place he chose yesterday.

He tied the millstone with a cable, then found a big tree, chose a big tree with a thick bowl mouth, and went up to the tree in a few moments.

He tied a few rags around the branch, and hung the millstone with a cable.

Wang An dragged the cable with one hand, slowly pulled up the grinding disc with force, and then slowly put it down.

After repeating it 20 times, change to the other arm once to exercise your strength.

After a hundred times on each arm, he felt both arms swell, and his back burned a little.

Immediately, he practiced the "Five Bird Play" to relieve the discomfort in his arms and back. Think of it as a stretch after strenuous exercise.

After that, I continued to practice, and the grinding disc in more than 400 catties was pulled up and put down, and I kept repeating.

"If you use your own method of forging, the muscles of your arms, shoulders, and back will be significantly exercised, and if you keep doing it, your strength will be enhanced."

"It worked!" Wang Anxin said.

Then Wang An tied a rag to the trunk of the dead tree he saw yesterday and began to practice the palm technique.

Luck, a palm on the trunk of the tree,

Vajra Zen Palm,

Palm after palm, slap on the trunk.

Hundreds of kilometers away, outside the city of Hu'an, in the Songlin Temple.

Li Xinzhu looked at the Hongan monk who was eating roast chicken. The other party was also looking at him.

"Is roast chicken delicious?"

"Amitabha, the little monk is overtaking this chicken, it is guilty, why is the donor here?"

"God is the best, I want to find the abbot Zen master."

"Senior Brother Abbot is meeting guests, please wait a while."

After hearing this, Li Xinzhu went to the side and sat down under the tree.

"The donor has something on his mind?" Hongan looked at him with a worried look on his face, and came to him with roast chicken.

Well, Li Xinzhu responded.

"Let's hear it, maybe the little monk can help the donor."

"You?" Li Xinzhu squinted at the young monk holding the roast chicken. "If you can't, you won't look reliable."

"Amitabha, don't judge people by their appearance."

"Okay, I'm idle anyway, I'll tell you, I'll relieve my boredom."

Li Xinzhu then told Monk Hongan about his experience of having nightmares every day after seeing the painting.

Monk Hongan was silent for a while after hearing this, and his face was solemn.

"What's the matter, what did the monk think?" Seeing Hongan's expression, Li Xinzhu felt a pang in his heart.

"Donor, you have to be mentally prepared." Monk Hongan said with a serious face.

"I, I was prepared before I came."

"If the donor has any unfulfilled wishes, let's do it as soon as possible."

"No, what's the situation, listening to you, it feels like I'm about to die?"

"The donor's demons have been born, and there is a way to overcome the disaster, and the demons in his heart are difficult to eliminate."

"Then what will happen to me, will I die?"

Monk Hongan shook his head, "It's going to be crazy." ”

"Damn!" Li Xinzhu burst into a foul language.

"Do you understand, don't scare me, people who have seen that painting will have demons, why is the friend who saw it with me okay?"

"Isn't the donor you talking about last time?"

"Yes, it's him, he and I looked at the painting together, and he also dreamed, but instead of showing up, the evil ghost in his dream became fading and fading, and why was that?"

"Amitabha, people are different, they are also demons, some people close their eyes and open them, sleep and the demons disappear by themselves;

Some people try their best and use all means, but the demons in their hearts are getting heavier and heavier. It's like drinking the same wine, some people pour a glass, but some people don't get drunk with a thousand glasses.

The benefactor who came with you last time was an extraordinary man. ”

"Then is there any way you can help me dispel my demons?"

"Well, no!" Hongan pondered for a long time and then said two words.

"Damn!" Li Xinzhu decisively raised his middle finger at him.

"Let's just say you're unreliable."

"Strong-willed, simple-minded, and easy to dispel demons, are you ......" Monk Hongan shook his head.

Li Xinzhu waited outside for about half an hour before he saw the door of the abbot's meditation room open.

A man with an extraordinary appearance came out of it.

"Disturbing the master."

"The donor is gracious."

"Master, please stay."

After the man left, Li Xinzhu stepped forward.

"I've seen the master."

After listening to Li Xinzhu's words, the abbot Zen master also had a solemn face.

"This is the inner demon, and that painting is similar to the practice of Buddhism and impurity."

"Practice, and use this to practice?" Li Xinzhu was surprised when he heard this.

"If you want to have nothing to fear, you need to face your fear."

"Does the master have a way to get rid of this demon?"

"Poor monk, there are two ways to do this."

"Those two?" Li Xinzhu hurriedly said after hearing this.