"How much?!"

Feng Zhiping's eyes instantly rounded.

Didn't Niu Chunhan say that there were only more than 1,300 taels, how could it have increased fivefold when it came to resentment?

"Six thousand six hundred taels. ”

He shook "six" and said with a smile: "To be exact, it is six thousand six hundred and three coins and seventy-nine copper plates, the premise is that evidence must be given to prove that the exorcism is successful, and only ten taels of tea money can be given without evidence, but the brand of Songshan Temple is relatively hard, and the little monk can take ten taels more." ”

Feng Zhiping grabbed the grudge and pressed it down: "No, wait, why are there so many? As far as I know, those people have raised a total of more than 1,300 taels, how can it suddenly increase fivefold? Where did they get so much money?"

He clasped his hands together and smiled brightly: "Of course it was the little monk who persuaded them! One of the old donors surnamed Liu donated an extra 2,000 taels on the spot, and then the Ma donor, Fang Shizhu, Sun Shizhu, and Wan donor joined forces to fill in 4,000 taels, and the rest were donated by others piecemeal. Amitabha, these donors sincerely worship the Buddha, which really moves the little monk!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand to wipe away his non-existent tears,

"What did you tell them?" Feng Zhiping asked in surprise, and suddenly had a guess, and said in surprise: "You, you won't tell them what that ghoul is, right?"

He complained, and said with a smile: "The donor's brother is smart, and the little monk admires it." ”

Feng Zhiping vomited blood: "You actually told them such a big thing, and you said they would believe it?"

"There is a signboard of Songshan Temple as a guarantee, plus a certificate given by the little monk, so they can't believe it. ”

"Prove, what proof? Proof that you are a monk of Songshan Temple?"

"No, that's what the little monk gave. ”

The resentment stretched out his right arm, rolled up his sleeves, and gasped as he sealed it.

I saw that the arm that was originally as crystal clear as jade was now withered and wilted from the middle of the forearm, as if it had been drained, and it was ominously gray like a corpse that had just begun to decompose, and there were bruises and bruises that seemed to be corpse spots scattered all the way to the sleeves.

Feng Zhiping couldn't help but pull open his monk's robe, and sure enough, the injury almost permeated the entire right arm, reaching the shoulder, without imagination, the light eyes were terrifying.

"This, what's going on?" Feng Zhiping asked anxiously.

Although he got along with the grudge for a short time, the relationship was deep, the two met unexpectedly underground and lived and died together, this feeling is not inferior to the battlefield robe, the joke-like worship he really put in his heart, just like his eldest brother, he really doesn't want to have an accident with the grudge.

It's the same with resentment, seeing that Feng Zhiping is so anxious, he is very heartwarming, and he smiled comfortingly: "There was an accident when I was overdue, and I was a little injured, but it doesn't look serious." ”

"Isn't this serious?Is it serious to be dead?!"

Feng Zhiping angrily helped Yu Yu tidy up his monk's robe, and asked sadly: "Are you in a hurry to treat your injuries when you earn this money?" Don't be afraid, I have a miracle doctor in my family, not a real miracle doctor, but a god! Go, come home with me, I will let Uncle Zhang treat you, and I won't charge you a penny!"

"Don't panic, it's fine, I did it on purpose, I don't believe you. The resentment grabbed Feng Zhiping, rolled up his sleeves, smiled and shook his right palm.

As he grasped the fist, the malaise on his forearm quickly contracted into the sleeve, and then the palm of his hand spread out, and the damage returned to its original state.

Feng Zhiping breathed a sigh of relief and blamed: "What is this for, keeping it and selling it miserably?"

"Well, it does have this effect, but the main purpose is research. ”

"Research?"

"Yes, research. ”

The resentment put down his sleeves and said: "The Buddha said that he wanted to purify all sentient beings, but why should he purify all sentient beings? The Buddha said that there is reincarnation in the world, but where is reincarnation, and does reincarnation really exist?" There are many such questions, the little monk is in Buddhism, he has doubts, more than once asked the senior monks, but no one can give the little monk the answer he wants, the uncle and the ancestor are repeating what the predecessors said, those answers are concise or mysterious, it seems to be very reasonable, in fact, there is no answer to the essence of the question, such as the most commonly said to cross the person and cross the self, this sentence must have been heard by the donor, and must understand the meaning, but have you thought about it, if you are already at ease and complete, then do you still need to cross yourself?

"But you are not consummated!" Feng Zhiping said, "Consummation is Buddhahood, and you are just a person, how can you say that you are consummated?"

The resentment clapped his hands lightly: "Look, this is another question, what is a Buddha?"

"The Buddha is..."

Feng Zhiping couldn't go on.

What is a Buddha?

A collection of truth, goodness, and beauty?

Isn't it too general?

He replied without asking: "He can be self-conscious, regain his consciousness, and realize his consummation, so he is called Buddha, and in popular terms, he is the enlightened one, the enlightened one, and the enlightened one, and I think that the Buddha is enlightened, equal enlightenment, and supreme, but what is the Buddha? Is he a specific person, or is it a realm, or is it just a spiritual symbol? If it is a human being, who is he, is it a 'person' like you and me, or is it an 'immortal' who does not appear in the world? If it is a realm, what level does the Buddha realm belong to, is it the same as the immortal, or is it higher than the fairyland? If it is a spiritual symbol, then who created this symbol, why did it create, and what is the purpose? Is it for a better life for oneself and others, or does it preach equality? But there is no such thing as true equality, and absolute equality will make the world lose its vitality, lose the motivation to make progress, and become a pool of stagnant water, which is certainly not the Pure Land of Bliss pursued by the little monks. The most puzzling thing for the little monk is why my Buddhist disciples can't eat meat and can't get married, especially the latter, if everyone in the world worships the Buddha and becomes a Buddhist disciple and doesn't get married, then isn't our 'human' race equal to extinction? Even if there is reincarnation, it can't just have reincarnation without reincarnation, there must be a life, right? Donor brother, donor brother? Wake up, the little monk asks you. ”

Feng Zhiping closed his eyes for a long time before the dizziness disappeared, but his mind was still buzzing, as if there were 10,000 flies flying.

"Boss, I'll call you brother, let's change the topic, you're too profound, I'm dizzy. ”

Resentful: "This is still deep? The deep monk hasn't said it yet, this is the most obvious." ”

Feng Zhiping raised his hands and said to forgiveness: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, I didn't have a wisdom root, let's change the topic, what do you say have to do with you keeping it? Oh, I see, do you want to be an ascetic and find pleasure in the torment of pain? Uh, no, it's inspiration!"

"Almost, the little monk mainly wants to prove one thing. ”

"Proof what?"

The resentment looked serious: "The little monk wants to prove whether reincarnation exists." "Haha Literature Network

"Huh?" Feng Zhiping's eyes began to turn in circles again, "Big brother, it's not the little brother who splashes you with cold water, you're too capable, right? Just a little more cultivation and want to prove reincarnation? Please, the martial soul can't even understand the research, two thousand years ago, the famous reincarnation martial god of the Kongxuan Kingdom studied for a lifetime without results, and finally studied himself to death, why don't we wait first, and then talk about it when the cultivation is there?"

"So I let go of the suppression. There was a terrifying aura on his body, and he said regretfully, "The little monk has always wanted to try where the limit of the acquired realm is, but now he has to give up with it, the nature of the power is different, it is difficult to suppress it only by relying on the cultivation of the acquired realm, and he can only break through the innate realm." ”

Feng Zhiping was expressionless and wanted to hit someone.

How many people in the world are born and cannot enter, but the resentment is so reluctant, how can it be embarrassing?

Let people know that they have to kill him!

"In other words, you have been suppressing your cultivation for so many years without breaking through, in order to test how high the limit of the Heavenly Realm is?" Feng Zhiping asked.

The resentment nodded: "Yes, the little monk wants to try to see if he can abandon the previous method, not rely on spiritual sense, and directly compress and condense the internal force of the acquired realm and sublimate it into a higher level of power." ”

"The result?"

"It didn't work out. "The grudge was full of regret, "I went mad one hundred and thirty-eight times, seven times the meridians were cut off, nine times I was on the verge of abandonment, five times I almost died, thanks to the master's rescue, I survived, and in the end only made the Yuan Force more condensed, although it was stronger than ordinary people, but it was far from achieving the result I wanted." ”

Feng Zhiping was curious: "What result do you want?"

"Curing. "The resentment spreads out the palms, condenses the internal force, and is the right color, "My generation practiced, first felt the existence of the qi of heaven and earth, and then introduced it into the body to condense the vortex, the vortex fixed the qi and the sea, with the sea of qi as the root, the uncontrollable innate internal breath became the controllable breath, this is the original internal force. With the operation of the sea of qi, the breath will gradually increase, and after reaching the limit, it will condense into a breath vapor, and then condense from the vapor into liquid, and the internal breath liquid is the final form of internal force, and it is also the limit of the acquired realm, but the little monk does not think so. Throughout the whole process, how similar to the four forms of water, mist, rain and ice, since water can change into four forms, it makes no sense that you and I can't, I think that solidification is the final form of internal force, and the solidified internal force should be a real thing like blood, rather than a yuan force between the virtual and the real. ”

Feng Zhiping was completely speechless, he was going crazy.

I used to think that this monk was abnormal, but now that this is abnormal, he is a crazy person at all!

Being in Buddhism but questioning the Buddha, obviously with superior qualifications but whimsically pressing the cultivation to upgrade the Yuanli "liquid" into the Yuanli "block", even if it costs his life, as far as the records he just said, the history books of the three continents will definitely not find the second one, normal people have already died thoroughly, and it is difficult to leave all the corpses, but he can stand here alive, it is a miracle!

No, miracles are not enough to describe, he is God's own son, right?

It's really worthy of the wonder of Songshan Temple, and the freaks in the world are not as special as him!

"Brother donor, what do you think, is what the little monk said very reasonable?"

Feng Zhiping wanted to scold his mother.

I thought?

I thought it was an egg!

Yuan Li condenses into a solid state, isn't it afraid of blocking the meridians?

At that time, the blood vessels and meridians of the whole body will be strung together by a solid force like iron bars, and the steel will be hard, and people can still move?

Hey, why does this picture look familiar?

Feng Zhiping twisted his eyebrows and thought about it, his heart was shocked, how could this picture be very similar to his situation?

The difference is that his Yuanli silk thread is still in a liquid state between the virtual and the real, not hard at all, usually looks the same as everyone else, only when it is used, it will be split into a single distinct silk thread that can be rigid and soft, and theoretically can be subdivided endlessly, while normal martial artists are all diverging into wisps of qi, broken from each other, far from his clear independence.

Could it be that this is the "solid state" that the grudge dreams of?

The sword species is given by immortals, is this the secret of becoming an immortal?

If this is the case, then if the "rations" are sufficient, wouldn't he be determined to become an immortal?

Feng Zhiping's heart was surging, he wanted to share it but no one shared it, so he could only endure his excitement.

Seeing that his face was different, his eyes lit up: "But you have an idea?"

Feng Zhiping dared to tell the truth, but it was difficult to hide his grievances by lying, so he thought about it seriously and said: "I think so, solidification should be achievable, but the acquired realm will definitely not be realized." You think, everyone's body has a limit, and no matter how hard the muscles are, they are meat, not iron. The muscles are like this, so are the meridians, the acquired realm stops at the Yuan Force, and it is not the will to decide to go further, but to look at the meridians, the meridians limit the sublimation of the Yuan Force, and its toughness cannot support the condensation of higher strength, which is the reason why your meridians are broken and go crazy, I believe you have already noticed it. ”

Grumbling nodded, he had discovered this problem a long time ago, but unfortunately there was no way to solve it.

Feng Zhiping smiled and continued: "My father said that the Divine Hidden Period is the real starting point of the Innate Realm, and when the cultivation reaches the Tangible Period, the internal force of the martial artist will undergo a qualitative change again, and I don't know how it will change, but after listening to you, I think it is likely to be the kind of result you said, so what you want to do is equivalent to crossing the three realms at once, and what the Heavenly Body can only do in the Tangible Period, it is impossible to succeed!" Your body can't bear it at all, and you don't have the inhuman-level flesh and blood regeneration ability of the formality period, and forcing it to end up is only a dead end. To be honest, it's a miracle that you didn't die, and I doubt that there really is a Buddha who blesses you in the dark!"

These words are half-true, Feng Zhiping feels that he is already very round.

The resentment really didn't doubt it, nodded abruptly, and said with a wry smile: "Maybe it's really the little monk who wants to be left, and wants to ascend to the sky in one step, alas!"

Feng Zhiping smiled and pointed to his resentful arm: "What about it, can it help you prove reincarnation?" I said monk, can we do something serious, don't just jump out of one pit and bury yourself in another, this is not a good thing, it's better to get rid of it as soon as possible!"

Resentment smiled and raised his arm: "It's okay, the little monk knows in his heart, such a strong atmosphere of vain death is rare in the world, the little monk is very confident that he can use it to figure out the essence of negative forces such as resentment and death, and then speculate whether the legendary underworld and the underworld exist, or there is no underworld only the Yellow Spring, that is, the river of reincarnation, no matter which result, you can help the little monk prove the existence of reincarnation, and the little monk's Buddhist practice will be meaningful." As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, the little monk's move can be regarded as following the Buddha's teachings, which is a great virtue and a great kindness. ”

Feng Zhiping is convinced, this monk can put gold on his face for anything, it is too condescending to be a monk in Songshan Temple, he should be thrown into the officialdom, he will be based on the court one day, and he will definitely make many officials vomit blood.

"Okay, anyway, you take it easy, don't kill yourself, let's talk about another thing. ”

Feng Zhiping's eyes froze, and he pulled his hands to the side of the resentful shoulder, face to face: "I..."

"Slowly, listen to the little monk first!" The resentment was startled, and he leaned back his neck vigorously, with a shy expression, "Brother donor, for the brother is a monk, you can't mess with sex, but my Buddha cuts meat and feeds the eagle, the little monk is willing to follow suit, come and feed the tiger with his body, but not too much, at most let you kiss it, fifty taels at a time, we are familiar with the little monk can give you a discount, just give thirty taels." ”

"Get out, the ghost wants to kiss you, and I don't kiss you when I kiss cats, dogs, and dung!"

Feng Zhiping glanced at him fiercely, and then showed a gloomy smile: "Brother monk, how are you going to divide the six thousand six hundred taels of silver?"