However, all the holy songs, to the philosophical interpretation, a thousand different ways, with the right time, all refer to the unity of the law, so the "Prajna" is the only word, "Fahua" but say one vehicle, "Siyi" is equal as such, "Huayan" is pure and true dharma, "Yuanjue" establishes everything, "Lengyan" contains the ten directions, "Daji" dyes and melts, "Treasure Accumulation" is rooted and dusty, "Nirvana" Xian'an Secret Collection, "Pure Name" is nothing more than a dojo, the overall control contains, everything is endless, the envelope should be included, and everything is included. It is a law with a thousand names, should be set up by fate, and it is not convenient to say, and the name of the fascination is confusing, saying that all beings are not true, and the Buddhas are real. ”

After opening "Idealistic Decision" and reading the previous paragraph, I suddenly felt that my head was as big as an ox. Isn't this a secret book of martial arts? How can it feel like a Buddhist treatise when it reads?

I read it roughly, there are no diagrams, no meridian explanations, and there is not even a basic explanation of the movements. Isn't it a legend that longevity is idealistic and devotional, and picking flowers and leaves does not stick to the body?

I threw aside this unaware "martial arts cheats" in a dejected manner, it seems that I was blinded, and I don't believe that I have to find the theory of life extension. Is he going to heal me or not?

After walking around the Yongming Temple, I didn't find it for longevity, but I Yujian Daofan. Monk Daofan was chopping wood, and his kung fu was very powerful, and the new firewood was broken into two smooth pieces with an axe.

"Monk Daofan, what do you mean by your master, when will you treat me for poison. I walked up to Dao Fan and asked in an unkind tone.

Dao Fan saw me coming over, and unnaturally turned his gaze away, "Master Xiao, the family teacher is compassionate, although he has not said when he will treat the poison for the donor, but he must take it to heart, and the donor can rest assured." ”

I saw that the way he spoke was a little empty, but he didn't break it, but turned to ask others: "Daofan, your martial arts are so powerful, they are all taught by Zen Master Yanshou?"

Dao Fan looked at me inexplicably, stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "Why does the donor ask this?"

"What do you mean by that? yes or no?"

Dao Fan shook his head again and said, "My kung fu was learned before I became a monk, not by my family teacher. ”

"Then do you know the idealistic decision?"

Dao Fan nodded, "The secret of idealism is the sutra of the family teacher's Buddhism, and the disciples in the temple study it every day. ”

This time it was my turn to be stunned. Everyone has a copy, and they study it every day, isn't this just an ordinary Buddhist reading, to be precise, the number of words in the idealistic formula should be regarded as a Buddhist research paper, and it has nothing to do with any profound martial arts secrets.

"What, didn't the Yao Yin predecessor say that the poison in my body needs to be dispelled by the Spiritual Essence of the Life Extension Master?"

Monk Daofan put down the firewood in his hand, stood up, and said: "The poor monk doesn't know how the family teacher's internal strength is. Poor monks are like temples for ten years, and they have never seen a master use force with people, and they are all convincing people with reason. ”

Saying that, Dao Fan looked into the distance with a yearning face, as if Yanshou was standing not far away, looking at him kindly and solemnly, I couldn't help but look at him too, but I saw clouds covering the deep mountains, a deep forest.

At this moment, the bell rang and reverberated throughout the mountain temple, and it was time for the monks to teach their homework. Dao Fan hurriedly got up, saluted me, and hurried in the direction of the lecture hall.

The monk preached, it was really a boring thing, I was interested in walking down the stone steps outside the temple, thinking that I had been in Hangzhou for many days, but I had not yet appreciated the beautiful scenery of the West Lake, so I swam to the edge of the West Lake.

Walking along the lake embankment for a while, the West Lake scenery at this time is beautiful, and the water is shining. As Lin Kui said in his poem: "The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon." ”

Although the poem depicts plum blossoms, the lotus flowers on the lake in summer are connected to the lotus leaves, the sparse shadows of the lotus leaves, slanted in the shallow water, and the quiet fragrance of the lotus flowers that are waiting to bloom float in the dusk, but it is also appropriate.

Looking at the sunset, the afterglow is sprinkled on the lake, and the people on the lake embankment are in groups of three or five, or leaning on the building and singing, laughing and laughing, a peaceful and peaceful scene, which makes people's hearts particularly comfortable and comfortable.

"After all, in the middle of June, the scenery of West Lake is not the same as the four seasons. The sky is connected to the infinite blue, and the lotus flowers are different red in the sun. "Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me, I unconsciously recited Yang Wanli's "Xiao Out of Jingci Temple to Lin Zifang".

"Wonderful! It's really a very second, a good sentence is infinitely green with lotus leaves, and the lotus flowers are different from red. "At some point, a white scholar came up from behind me, staring at me with a look of surprise.

"I smiled. "I'm usually cold, and I'm not very cold to strangers who suddenly talk, and even a little resistant. After a perfunctory remark to the scribe, I turned to leave.

"Brother Tai, please stop," the scribe grabbed my hand and said with a smile: "Brother Tai's poems are so natural, Ling Zai admires them very much, I wonder if Brother Tai can move to a step?"

In this era, those who engage in literature and art are like dog skin plasters, and they can't be shaken off when they are pasted up. I politely declined: "Thank you for your love, there is still something to do, take the first step." ”

After speaking, I didn't look back, so I walked in the direction of Yongming Temple. But the scribe was not annoyed, and went straight after him. "It just so happened that I wanted to visit the Yanshou Zen Master in Yongming Temple, and I could go with my brother. ”

"Brother, I don't know who it is?"

“.........”

"May I ask my brother's surname?"

“............”

The guy had been following me, and Rory was so bothered that I quickened my pace. When I entered the temple, I walked towards the inner courtyard, and this guy followed me towards the inner courtyard.

"Are you still finished?" I yelled when I saw that he had been following my ass, and stood in front of him.

"Master, master, master of longevity, Li Zhongxuan, in Jinling, has always admired the master, and today he is here. The young man named Li Zhongxuan didn't care about my anger at all, but craned his neck and looked behind me with a grin.

"Don't you open the topic for me, didn't I just make a poem, are you so unforgiving?"

Li Zhongxuan ignored me gorgeously, and then pushed me away and walked forward quickly. When he pushed, my anger ignited instantly, and I was about to open my mouth to teach this hairy guy a lesson, but when I turned around, I saw Yanshou standing upright and upright from me.

"Master Yanshou, do you remember me?" Li Zhongxuan looked at Yanshou with reverence.

Yanshou smiled slightly and said: "Master Li, when Jinling was farewell, the donor was still a true child, but at this time, he has grown into a young man. Time passes, the years are urging, and I can't imagine that the donor still remembers the poor monk. ”

Li Zhongxuan nodded excitedly, and then turned back to give me a smug look. That look seemed to tell me: Look, I am very familiar with the famous Zen master of longevity, and I am not familiar with it yet.

"Master, when I came to Wu Yue this time, I thought I wanted to come to visit the master," Li Zhongxuan said, pulling me aside, "Master, this friend is also very much admired by the master." ”

I looked at the enthusiastic Li Zhongxuan in a daze, this guy is completely familiar. Okay, wait for my brother to tease you.

"I have heard for a long time that the master of Buddhism is profound, and Brother Li has always been devoted to the Buddha, burning incense every day, and has always wanted to take refuge in my Buddha, in fact, I came today, but I want to worship under the master's door, and I hope that the master will accept the two of us into the Buddha's door. ”

As I spoke, I pulled Li Zhongxuan, and then knelt down in front of Yanshou. Li Zhongxuan still had a radiant face when he listened to the first half of my sentence, but after listening to the second half of the sentence, he was instantly petrified.

"This ........."

"The master still hopes that you will accept the two disciples!" I buried my face deeply and pleaded in an extremely sincere tone, but peeking at Li Zhongxuan's expression of crying and laughing, I couldn't stop stealing joy in my heart. It's been a long time since I've felt like a prank, and it's so good.

"Lord Xiao, are you really saying this?" said Yanshou very seriously.

"Seriously, seriously, really can't be true. I kept paying attention to Li Zhongxuan's aggrieved expression, and replied without thinking about the words of longevity.

"Well, since the donor is dedicated to the Buddha, the poor monk will accept you as a disciple. Yanshou patted me on the shoulder, looked at the sunset in the west, and said, "I will give you the Dharma name Daoxi, how about it?"

I raised my head suddenly, looking at Yanshou with a pale face, you really take it seriously.

Then Li Zhongxuan heard that Longevity gave me the Dharma name, and he became excited again, "I didn't expect that Brother Tai is really dedicated to the Buddha, and he can enter the door wall of Master Yanshou, coupled with Brother Tai's talent, he will definitely be able to inherit the mantle of the master and achieve a generation of monks." ”

"What, master, can you not count this? "I looked at Yanshou with a wry smile, I didn't expect to lift a stone and hit myself in the foot today, this joke is too big, master, don't worry about it like me.

Yanshou smiled and said lightly: "If the monks don't speak, presumably the donor's heart to the Buddha must also be pious." ”