The atmosphere of the New Year usually lasts until the 15th day of the first lunar month, during which all schools in the territory are closed, which is the rarest time of the year for students.

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, Zhao Xifeng went out with a large bag of gifts in his hand.

The father and son have been refining under the tree at the entrance of the small temple for many years, and often at ten in the morning.

For the Zhou people, under the government's years of education, the saying of courtesy and exchange is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the Zhou people generally do not like to owe favors to others, nor do they like to be owed by others.

Just after Chinese New Year's Eve this year, Zhao Wu temporarily received an urgent express and rushed to Liangcheng, and when he left, he ordered Zhao Xifeng to remember to buy the New Year gifts of Aunt Li, Kuhai, Qian Fuzi and others, Zhao Xifeng has been smarter than ordinary children since he was a child, and Zhao Wu is still relieved after these things are handed over.

The fourth day of the Lunar New Year is a traditional custom, the day when the people of the Zhou Dynasty visit the teacher to return the gift, so Zhao Xifeng first came to the residence of Master Qian, said hello at the concierge, put down the gift and left. There are hundreds of students in Panlong Academy, and there are 14 students in the side hall, and it is impossible for Master Qian to meet everyone, and he will not bother when he arrives, which is the greatest courtesy.

After that, he came to the Zhenxi Restaurant where Jia Blind often went, ordered a vegetarian meal, packed it in a food box, thought about it and made a pot of glazed roast, and then came to the small temple.

At this time, several families in the small temple were making vows in the temple, and Zhao Xifeng stood under the peach tree and waited, until the last family also left, and then pushed the door in.

Kuhai was still sitting in the position used to visit the Buddha's golden body in the ordinary temple, looking at the young man at the door, his face was kind and calm.

"Master. The boy put down his things and clasped his hands together.

"Zhao Xiao Shi. The old monk returned the salute.

Zhao Xifeng looked left and right, there was no other futon in the small temple, he sat cross-legged opposite the dry sea, lined up the vegetables in turn, and said: "The master has to be busy until this time when he preaches the scriptures again every day, and he hasn't eaten the fasting yet, the kid has given you some, you will eat some, and the vegetables and ugly food are not respectful, thank you for taking care of them this year." ”

"Zhao Xiaoshi has a heart, it's just..."Kuhai was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and put a piece of bitter gourd in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and pointed to the wine pot that Zhao Xifeng put aside intentionally or unintentionally: "The poor monk is a monk, this wine is still free." ”

Zhao Xifeng said with a smile: "In the romance stories told by Bai Xiucai, a storyteller in the restaurant on weekdays, the monks who are profound in Buddhism like to say that wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, so the kid secretly thinks that all powerful monks think like this, and it seems that the kid is abrupt." ”

The old monk smiled and said, "Romance novels often have exaggerated elements, but this is true, but it is only the monk's opinion thirty years ago. ”

Zhao Xifeng asked curiously: "Then what does the master think now?"

Kuhai took a big sip of pumpkin rice and said slowly: "Twenty years ago, the monk was the host in a very large temple in the capital, and some very powerful pilgrims often came and went in the temple. Later, there was a trend in the capital to measure the piety of the faith by the amount of incense money donated, so these pilgrims gave up reading the Bible, giving up the precepts, and gradually got used to spending a lot of money, discarding the rituals and observances they had practiced in the past. ”

Zhao Xifeng saw that the old monk really didn't drink a drop of wine, so he took the wine jug and poured himself a drink, on weekdays, Zhao Wuguan was strict, and he was only allowed to drink lightly, and occasionally he was allowed to drink two more sips to warm his body.

While drinking, he replied: "This is the importance of form and rules, and Master Qian has also said this truth, so the current state of the master is to revere the rules and precepts, maintain the understanding of thoughts, and continue to be untouched, so that he can become a Buddha on the ground?"

"That was only the realm of the monk ten years ago, and now..."The dry sea monk smiled slightly, pointed to the futon and said: "I am the Buddha, since I am already sitting on the futon, how can I sit in my heart at the same time." ”

Zhao Xifeng pursed his lips, obviously thinking that the dry sea was blowing nonsense, and the dry sea was not angry, burying his head in eating, while Zhao Xifeng drank the glazed roast without a sip.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Xifeng bowed the dinner plate aside, knelt down and asked, "Master, Mr. Zhou said to me before leaving, if you have any confusion in your practice, you can ask the master to preach, is it true?" ”

Kuhai was noncommittal, and asked rhetorically: "Then how does Master Zhao Xiao know that the monk is a cultivator?"

"The master laughed, although Xifeng is young, he is not stupid," Zhao Xifeng shook his head, "Although our Panlong Town is a border town, the land is poor and sparsely populated, but it is also a serious town where the imperial court has added a yamen, if you don't have great skills, how can the government allow you to build a temple as a gate?"

Kuhai stretched out his hand and touched Zhao Xifeng's head, and praised with a smile: "You kid, not only are you not stupid, I'm afraid there is no one in the whole town who is smarter than you, but the poor monk is really not a monk." ”

"That's really a kid abrupt. Zhao Xifeng nodded slightly, don't dwell on this matter any more, of course he doesn't believe that Kuhai is an ordinary old monk who doesn't know how to practice, and the person who can make Zhou Zhe value and trust so much should not only be a monk, but also a great monk with extraordinary skills, but Kuhai doesn't recognize it, and he has no way to do it.

Of course, Zhao Xifeng is not in a hurry, Mr. Zhou will return to the town in three months, and it is not too late to ask him in person about how to enter the body in person, but when he thinks of Gu Qingyuan and Gou Yifang, I don't know what kind of realm they will reach after three months, and it will be more and more difficult to catch up with the two of them in the future, which is inevitably a little irritable for Zhao Xifeng, who has always been strong and strong.

Thinking of these things, Zhao Xifeng absentmindedly replied to the dry sea and wanted to pack up the dishes and chopsticks and leave, but saw the old monk make a gesture of calmness, and said with a smile: "The old man has been a monk since he was a child, and he has followed the routine of Buddhism, and he has indeed never had the kind of practice of Zhou Zhe's benefactor and the people in the side hall of the school, but he doesn't understand it completely. ”

Zhao Xifeng nodded silently.

In the next hour, the two discussed in detail the various ways and possibilities of the first feeling into the body, according to the dry sea, Zhao Xifeng's state at the moment is indeed like his own perception, the first feeling has been complete for a long time, it stands to reason that he should have sensed it a long time ago, and broke the barrier and stood up the mud pill.

After that, Kuhai carefully studied Zhao Xifeng's true yuan circulation with the method of internal vision, but in the body of the perfect first feeling, it was an empty sea of purple mansion qi, and there was no trace of spiritual yuan, as for the spiritual energy that Zhao Xifeng used when he was boxing under the tree, it was completely dispersed after only one circle in the body, as if it had never existed at all.

Kuhai frowned and said: "The state of Zhao Xiaoshi at the moment is not like that of ordinary monks, but it is somewhat like the path of our Buddhist disciples, but such a perfect tempering of muscles and bones and the perception of vitality are not available to ordinary Buddhist sects. As for the state of the absence of spiritual elements in the body, it is even more weird, you must know that everything has aura, even if you have not practiced, the aura will naturally stay in the meridians in the body, unless..."

Zhao Xifeng was busy all afternoon and didn't come up with a reason in his cultivation, he inevitably felt a little frustrated and tired at this moment, and felt that since the dry sea couldn't be solved, it was better to wait for Zhou Zhe to come back, so he asked weakly: "Unless something happens, master?"

"Unless you have the bloodline of the White Sea Barbarian, your body is naturally closed to the flow of spiritual energy, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi can only enter and exit. When Master Kuhai said this, he suddenly thought of something, his voice suddenly paused, and he looked at Zhao Xifeng with blazing eyes.

Zhao Xifeng lowered his head, did not see the eyes of the withered sea, and replied casually: "The master said that he laughed, Xifeng grew up in the town, and he didn't know what the barbarians looked like, let alone any barbarian bloodline. ”

Kuhai pondered for a moment, and asked solemnly: "The poor monk dares to ask for a word, Zhao Xiaoshi's master Nian Guigeng?"

Zhao Xifeng raised his head, and was asked by Kuhai's suddenly serious tone, and replied carefully: "Master Hui, I was picked up by Abba from under the peach tree around the Fengqing Festival in the winter of the fourteenth year of Hongxiu, and I don't know the specific birthday. ”

It was not the thirteenth year of Hong Xiu, not the year when the star tide descended Zhao Yuzhen, the old monk shook his head slightly, frowned and thought, and stopped speaking.

After a long time, the old monk suddenly thought of something, looked up at the window, and asked in a loud voice: "Peach tree?

Zhao Xifeng followed the old monk's gaze and looked out the window, it was the peach tree that had accompanied him for countless mornings, so he nodded yes.

Crying Hai smiled, he smiled, Zhao Xifeng only felt that the whole temple was as warm as spring, and the music felt that the old monk in front of him seemed to have let go of a heavy burden in his heart, which seemed to be somewhat related to himself. I don't have to guess in my heart what kind of good things can make the great monks of the spirit of Buddhism so happy.

After laughing, Kuhai said to Zhao Xifeng with a pleasant face: "Master Zhao Xiaoshi, the monk really doesn't know how to practice, and this Buddhist practice of my vein emphasizes a clumsiness. It's not in line with your high-flying and domineering character, but the monk has another set here, maybe the method that should belong to you is left by an old man of mine, as for whether it can make you break the karmic obstacles in front of you, it depends on the little donor's own creation, I don't know if you are interested?"

Zhao Xifeng listened to it ignorantly, but the general meaning was still understood, Kuhai was willing to teach a method of decision, which was undoubtedly drowsy and met the pillow on the way of cultivation, except for the school's set of qi cultivation techniques that had no effect on him, and there was no path at all, so he nodded hurriedly and agreed. As for the words that originally belonged to her, he didn't pay much attention to them.

Kuhai smiled kindly, touched Zhao Xifeng's lowered head, at this time he didn't look like a Buddhist master, but more like an old elder, Zhao Xifeng didn't know Kuhai's mood at this time, but he could also feel the kindness of the old man, so he didn't resist, bowed his head and was silent.

After a while, the dry sea turned his head to look at the dishes and chopsticks that had been cleaned up, all these years with all sentient beings in mind, in order to control the flood and prevent Ding Yuan from harming the merchants, he sat in the buried water for ten years, and then in order to block the snooping of all forces on the place where the star tide came to the world, at the gate of Panlong Town, it was ten years to sit down, and he spent his whole life in guarding the common people, how long has it been since no one accompanied him for the New Year, thinking of this, and then looking at Zhao Xifeng, his eyes were full of the shadow of another old man, and his heart was filled with softness and warmth that had not appeared for a long time。