At this time, Chen Ping'an was sitting cross-legged on the bamboo couch, and in front of him was a scroll that recorded the thoughts of contemplation. Of course, Chen Ping'an, who did not have much knowledge of Buddhist scriptures, did not know what kind www.biquge.info of Buddha was in the painting, after all, he was only a teenager and a half-year-old child, even though he was a little precocious, but he was not a demon.

The Buddha in this painting has four sides, one side is compassionate, one side is fierce, one side is solemn and one side is joyful. It has eight arms, holding seven treasures: scriptures, treasures, Buddhist beads, golden pagodas, jade bottles, lotus flowers and long swords. There is also a hand pinching a handprint on his chest.

After reading it repeatedly and countless times, Chen Ping'an began to meditate for the first time according to the old monk's cultivation experience. Visualizing the whole body of the Buddha first, Chen Ping'an worked hard in his mind to construct the image of the Buddha in this portrait. I don't know how long it took, Chen Ping'an's consciousness shone brightly. A somewhat blurry image of the Buddha appeared in Chen Ping'an's sea of consciousness.

Chen Ping'an's image of the Buddha in the sea is very different from the painting. The four Buddha's heads were blurry, and their faces were completely unclear, and there was only one of the eight arms, and there was a golden mist in the hand, and it was impossible to see which of the seven treasures it was. The rest of the arms were simply full of golden mist, and the Buddha's body looked even more illusory, with a feeling that it would dissipate at any time.

After a while, Chen Ping'an opened his eyes and let out a long breath: "This idea is really a little wonderful." Now my spirit is not as empty as it used to be. It's just that I know that this Buddha in the sea looks too miserable. , it seems that you still have to practice diligently. ”

After practicing this concept, Chen Ping'an, who looked at the old monk's experience again, had a different experience, after all, everything had to be tried at home before he felt it best. Chen Ping'an: "Why did this old monk first construct and paint the four sides of the Buddha, does he really want to become a Buddha and an ancestor?" If the description of this visualization is true, then the treasure in the hands of the Buddha of visualization can be manifested. Then I won't be short of magic weapons in the future. Thinking of this, Chen Ping'an's heart was hot again.

But how could he know what the white-eyed old monk thought. The old monk is devoted to the Buddha, and the layman like him is thinking about the treasure in the hands of the Buddha, and the old monk visualizes the Buddha on all sides, of course, he wants to understand the mystery, so as to practice the golden body as soon as possible. It's a pity that he died at the hands of the evil Jiao while accumulating merits, and decades of practice came to naught, which is really a pity, and I don't know which of the two is better or worse.

Chen Ping'an looked at the seven treasures recorded, and secretly analyzed in his heart: "The scriptures are not much for me at present, give up; the treasure building, the main defense, but as the saying goes: if you keep it for a long time, you will lose, give up; the jade bottle and lotus look like you want to use it for women, give up; Buddha beads, I already have a string in my hand, give up; now there are pagodas and long swords left." ”

I scratched my hair, and I didn't know which one to choose. Chen Ping'an suddenly remembered: "By the way, I didn't promise Yiping to take her to the sky to see it in the future." Besides, I have been practicing for a while, and I only heard the people on the mountain talk about the disciples of such and such a big faction, and they spewed out a mouthful of sword light, and their body merged with the sword light, and they flew away in the air, entering and exiting the green underworld. I've never heard of any towers flying. Well, yes, then I'll try my best to visualize the long sword, and strive to manifest it as soon as possible, so that I can take Yiping to the sky in the future. ”

With the future scene in his mind, of course Chen Ping'an would not admit that it was because the pagoda was cumbersome to build, and with his current ability, he didn't know what strange things would appear after contemplating, anyway, it was estimated that it would not look like a pagoda.

Chen Ping'an looked at the long sword in the painting and carefully figured out the mystery. Suddenly, he patted his head: "Why don't I try to do it like this." After saying that, he began to act, first dispelling the golden mist in his mind, and no longer pursued the Buddha himself. It was just a small fraction of the golden mist that outlined the Buddha's vague lines, and it was an empty shelf, even more pale and powerless than the previous miserable appearance. The remaining golden mist was all outlined in the style of the long sword on the painting, and gradually the long sword in the Buddha's hand in the sea of consciousness had a bit of charm.

After doing all this, Chen Ping'an felt a little tired, pushed the window and looked outside the house and found that it was dark. Xin said: "I didn't expect that cultivating this idea would take so many hours. Then he entered some true qi and stimulated the Buddha beads he was wearing on his left wrist, and after listening to the Zen chanting, he felt a little better, and he didn't care about today's practice, so he fell asleep.

The next day, it was only slightly bright. Chen Ping'an made a little trick to wash away the dust of yesterday and sat cross-legged on the bamboo couch. Secretly according to the Qi training mantra of the Yin Mountain Sect, carry the true qi. After a long time, Chen Ping'an exhaled a turbid breath: "This way of cultivation is really retreating if you don't advance, but if you were a little negligent yesterday, your true qi will feel a little sluggish." No wonder the bearded snake guy didn't want to go down. ”

Sitting on the bamboo couch and then thinking about the form on the mountain for a while, Chen Ping'an felt a little famine in his abdomen, he was busy practicing meditation yesterday and had not eaten all day, although the initial effect of practicing qi had not yet been cleared.

Out of the courtyard gate, Chen Ping'an found Manba and asked him to find some food for himself. The barbarian hurriedly went down to get busy, and it didn't take long for the barbarian to come in with some food, although it was not as exquisite as the previous banquet, but the amount was very sufficient.

Just finished eating, I saw Zhang Yiping walking in dressed as a barbarian. Compared with yesterday, it is less gentle, but more energetic. Zhang Yiping: "Ping'an, you're done cultivating! Yesterday, I saw that you stayed in the bamboo building all day and didn't come out to eat, and I'm afraid that something will go wrong with your cultivation." I went to Abba, and he said that peace is what you messengers are doing when you practice. It's good that you guys are doing this, you can save a lot of food!" After speaking, he looked at Chen Ping'an with adoration.

was made crying and laughing by the girl in front of him, Chen Ping'an: "What kind of door can be worshipped." Zhang Yiping: "In short, people just feel safe, you are so powerful." Chen Ping'an: "Okay, by the way, Yiping." Can you teach me barbarian? It would be too inconvenient to not know barbarian in southern Xinjiang. I was lucky enough to meet you, so I can't say that I have to suffer a lot!"

"Of course, our Qinghe Village is the most hospitable, it's okay to teach you barbarism, but it's hard to learn. Zhang Yiping looked at Chen Ping'an and said. Chen Ping'an patted his chest and said, "No problem, I will study very seriously." Mr. Xiao Zhang. Zhang Yiping's face was slightly red after hearing this: "Okay, then let's start!"

One of the two taught carefully, and the other studied seriously. Chen Ping'an is also a person who practices qi, and he is also quite talented in learning this barbarian language. After more than an hour, Chen Ping'an saw that Zhang Yiping was a little tired, and he couldn't bear it, so he sent her back to her yard despite her objections.

Chen Ping'an: "Okay, don't be angry, I don't want to tire you out." Zhang Yiping whispered: "I heard Abba's say that you will leave in two days, and I want you to speak more barbarism." Chen Ping'an was a little moved in his heart, but he was really afraid that he would be tired of the girl in front of him. The people who practice by themselves are a little tired, not to mention the little girls of others.

After comforting Zhang Yiping for a while, Chen Ping'an activated the Buddha bead on his left wrist. Zen Yin made the two of them tired a little, and after seeing that the girl's face was a little ruddy. In Zhang Yiping's somewhat surprised eyes, Chen Ping'an told the girl to rest, and only after Zhang Yiping walked into his room did Chen Ping'an turn around and walk towards the bamboo building.

In the next two days, Chen Ping'an kept contemplating, and took another hour every day to learn barbarian from Zhang Yiping. Time passed quietly under this tight arrangement.

The night before leaving, Chen Ping'an sat on the bamboo couch as usual, thinking in his heart. This is what he learned from the scriptures of the old monks, and it is beneficial for him to summarize his gains and losses every once in a while.

Chen Ping'an: "These days, this idea is also a beginner's path. The sword also has a bit of the charm of the painting, and it seems that the method of visualizing the sword with all my might is feasible. I don't need to become a Buddha and become an ancestor, I don't even have time to visualize the seven treasures, so I have the effort to visualize the rest. I have also learned this barbarian language for three or four minutes, and there is no problem with simple communication. I didn't expect it to be quite difficult to learn, and it seems that my talent is in cultivation. "This kid is still complacent, but he doesn't know that this is the way to go down, and of course he can't care about anything at the moment.

The next day, the sky was blue and bright. After Chen Ping'an cleaned up, he was ready to resign. All the way to the bottom of the bamboo building of Manli, I saw Manli with his daughter Zhang Yiping and the leader of the warriors, Manqingzhan, standing there and waiting.

"Uncle Mi, Ping An is here to ask you for your resignation today. This was delayed for a few days, and I didn't dare to stay any longer. I'm afraid that I will miss my senior brothers, and I will inevitably be reprimanded at that time. Chen Ping'an bowed and said.

Manli smiled and said, "Since this is the case, you Uncle Mi and I will not delay your business." There are medicines, dry food, water bags, spices, and by the way, some blankets that you will need in the jungle. Take it!. After speaking, he handed over a few packages, and then said mysteriously in Chen Ping'an's ear: "These are all prepared by my girl, but she is embarrassed to give them to you, so she entrusted me to give them to you." ”

Although it was said in Chen Ping'an's ear, the barbarian voice was not small, and the three of them all heard it, and when they saw Zhang Yiping stomping her feet, she snorted dissatisfiedly. The old guy just snorted and walked away with Manqing.

The two walked all the way to the outside of the stockade. Zhang Yiping: "Don't listen to my Abba's nonsense, you must be careful on the road, and promise me to be safe." Chen Ping'an felt that his nose was a little sour, and took out two puppets from his arms. One is Zhang Yiping with a red face and a low head, pinching the corners of her clothes with both hands, and the other is Chen Ping'an who is carrying a long sword on his back and looking into the distance.

"Now, this one is for you, and I'll keep that one. After Chen Ping'an finished speaking, he handed his puppet to Zhang Yiping, leaving the girl's puppet. Zhang Yiping took the puppet, took out a sachet from her waist, and said in a voice as thin as a gnat: "This is what I did according to the method my mother taught me, you can take it and keep it as a souvenir!"

Chen Ping'an took the sachet and solemnly put it in his arms, and then said, "I will definitely come back to you." After hearing this, Zhang Yiping ran back to the village with tears, Chen Ping'an looked at Zhang Yiping's distant back and turned around and walked towards the unknown southern Xinjiang.