However, Tan Xiaotian did not speak in the end.

Several people saw that they did not speak again.

After a while, the old monk continued on the road with the two little monks.

Tan Xiaotian thought about it, and finally followed the three of them.

"Why are you following us?" After a while, a little monk couldn't help but ask.

"The road is facing the sky, go to each side, what evidence do you have that I follow you?" Tan Xiaotian asked rhetorically.

The little monk was speechless when he heard this, and he was a little sullen.

The old monk didn't say anything, and continued to walk forward.

After a while, when we arrived at a junction, the old monk said: "Donor, we still have something to do, it's time to break up, and five miles further along this road is the town, where the donor can rest and settle down." ”

"People are old and fine!" Tan Xiaotian sighed, and naturally stopped following them. But after walking for a while, suddenly, another little monk followed.

Tan Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Little monk, are you going the wrong way?"

The little monk was a little unhappy, and said, "That's right, I'm going to live in the temple next to the town for a few days." ”

Tan Xiaotian said strangely: "Why don't you follow your master?"

The little monk was even more sullen when he heard this, and replied: "Master, they want to talk to you about **** martial arts, I don't know martial arts, and Zen skills are not deep enough, so I can't go!"

Tan Xiaotian said with a smile: "It turned out to be a lonely goose who fell behind, little monk, it seems that the two of us are quite fated, let's go together!"

As he spoke, the two of them hurried to the road together.

The little monk asked, "Why doesn't the donor go to the town inn to complain?"

Tan Xiaotian's answer was simple and clear: "No money!" The silver on his body fell out in the space-time tunnel, as for the silver ticket, hehe, I don't know if this Ming Dynasty money bank has it in the Song Dynasty!

The little monk didn't ask anymore after hearing this, but he went to this dilapidated temple with Tan Xiaotian.

The two of them spent a few days like this.

In the past few days, the little monk saw that Tan Xiaotian often closed his eyes and meditated, so he asked, "Brother Tan, are you injured!"

"Some small injuries, don't get in the way!" Tan Xiaotian said lightly.

"Brother Tan, I have a ginseng here, you can take it and eat it!" Xiao Heshan took out something from his arms.

Tan Xiaotian didn't care in his heart, he glanced at it casually, but he was surprised, this person is very different from the usual, there are not many people, and there are seven pores on the ginseng. It's like a human being's seven knots.

Tan Xiaotian's eyes narrowed, but he said, "Little monk, your ginseng is very unusual, I don't know where you got it?"

"Brother Tan, one day, I went chasing rabbits and rolled to the bottom of the cliff to pick it up. The little monk did not hesitate at all, and said very bluntly.

"Picked it up, are you an idiot for me?" Tan Xiaotian was in disbelief, and was already a little suspicious of the little monk, and said, "You really give it to me." ”

The little monk said: "Brother Tan, you need it to heal your injuries now, and it's useless for me to hold this, so I'll give it to you naturally!"

Tan Xiaotian took the ginseng and groaned slightly, but he said, "Little monk, why are you chasing rabbits?

The little monk hurriedly shook his head and said, "That's not the case, I saw that the rabbit was injured and wanted to bandage it." ”

Tan Xiaotian was quietly sensing whether this easily obtained ginseng had a hidden killing motive at this time.

"Nope. "This ginseng is really a first-class natural treasure, and it is the best quality Tan Xiaotian has ever seen.

He couldn't help it, plucked out a piece of ginseng, put it in his mouth, and practiced his exercises, while staring at the eyes of the little monk.

Recently, there have been too many bad things, the moral character has been declining, and where is the trust between people?

It turns out that Tan Xiaotian is too suspicious.

Soon, he only used half a ginseng to heal all his injuries, and his skills were all restored, and his whole temperament and appearance were very different.

"Brother Tan, you seem to be different!" the little monk looked at him and said.

"Well, thanks to your ginseng!" Tan Xiaotian was in a very good mood, he was like a sick tiger before, not to mention dying of breath, but he was obviously not in a state, but now he is refreshed, and it looks like he is not comparable to ordinary people

"Little monk, have you ever heard of the story of the Lantern God?" Tan Xiaotian asked with a smile.

"Lamp God?" the little monk was a little puzzled.

"There was once a young man named Aladdin, who saw a broken lamp, who wanted him to light it, but a lamp god came out, who could fulfill one of his wishes. Tan Xiaotian was obviously in a very good mood, and told the little monk a mythical story from a distant country.

"Brother Tan, do you want to fulfill one of my wishes?" said the little monk after listening.

"Not bad!" This little monk looks stupid, but he is actually quite smart, Tan Xiaotian nodded and said in his heart.

"Brother Tan, I don't have any wishes, and the Buddha taught me that the four are empty!" Tan Xiaotian just praised the little monk for being smart in his heart, but he never thought that he would say such nonsense in a blink of an eye.

"Little monk, I really can't see that you are still a bad and good person! You don't want to repay your kindness!" What is this for, could it be that idiot of Shenwu made a mistake and made me wear it in the chivalrous line, become a "Xie Yanke", and meet a "dog mongrel"! Tan Xiaotian couldn't help but say in his heart, but his mind turned, but he continued to speak: "Little monk, do you want to go with your master and brother to learn martial arts and talk about the law!"

"Yes, but I don't know martial arts, and I don't have enough Dharma cultivation, so no one listens to me. The little monk's eyes lit up, but he said dejectedly.

"I'll teach you!" Tan Xiaotian said without hesitation.

"I'm a Shaolin disciple, I can't learn the martial arts of other sects, otherwise I will betray my master, and—" The little monk shook his head hesitantly.

"I can't see that you are still a Shaolin disciple, but don't worry, what I pass on to you is the most authentic Shaolin kung fu, and what?" Tan Xiaotian was slightly shocked in his heart, and he didn't see that he could meet a little monk casually or a Shaolin disciple.

"Moreover, I don't like to fight and kill, and I don't want to dance with guns and sticks, swing swords and stab swords! I don't want to practice martial arts and kill people, I, I just want to read Buddhist scriptures quietly. Who knew that the little monk raised another difficult question.

"Read the Buddhist scriptures quietly and be a quiet beautiful man?" Tan Xiaotian couldn't help complaining.

However, to the surprise of the little monk, Tan Xiaotian was full of promises. Looking at his incredulous appearance, Tan Xiaotian laughed: "Do you think that the wish of the lamp god is blown? Although I haven't become a god yet, it's easy to satisfy you!"

Yijin Sutra, legend is the ancestor of Shaolin Zen Buddhism, Tianzhu monk Dharma faxed the scriptures, according to legend, he came to the east alone, all the way to the scriptures and praise the law, and then fell in the Shaolin Temple. Bodhidharma's internal strength is profound, and he has been sitting in Shaolin Temple for nine years, so that the stone wall has left his figure. After Bodhidharma realized the Tao, he left two volumes of secret scriptures.

Tan Xiaotian once borrowed some methods from the Sanskrit version of the heart method, but he went crazy that night. Later, after finally recovering, he naturally didn't dare to continue practicing in Hu. Now, he has cultivated his demon heart, and he will never be able to cultivate. But now that I have met this little monk, this guy does not have half of his obsession with practicing martial arts, and let me use half of the world's rare seven-trick ginseng, which can be regarded as fate, it is better to fulfill him, and by the way, let me see how powerful the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" I guess is? What kind of realm did Bodhidharma Ancestor reach in his later years? It can also help me in my next step of cultivation!

After all, different paths lead to the same end, and at this point, it will definitely be beneficial to be able to see the true biography of the legend.

"Little monk, what I pass on to you is not martial arts, but some Buddhist principles, self-cultivation and self-cultivation Buddhism Qi cultivation methods, this is definitely your Shaolin authenticity, the true inheritance of the ancestor of Bodhidharma, but you must not have the idea of practicing martial arts to be competitive, understand?" Tan Xiaotian thought about it, but said.

"Well, I see!" replied the little monk obediently.

"Listen up

When I heard it, the Buddha told Su Bodhi.

The easy tendon work has been completed, so we can do this.

After three meals, let the wind and water go away.

When I arrived at dusk and saw the stars, I lit the lamp and illuminated the dark room.

The masses snore and sleep, forgetting life and death.

The bright one wakes up alone, and the night is dark and cultivated-

Obviously how to save, Fuhui He Rizu,

The four graces have not been repaid, and the four edges have not been separated,

Before the four wisdoms appeared, the three lives were not converted to one.

In the realm of contemplation, four beings and three are prepared,

Six roots and six dusts, five aggregates and three paths,

Celestial Asuras. Six different tendencies,

The two truths have not been fused, and the six degrees have not been attained.

Seeing is not seeing, and ignorance does not stop.

The eyes are not shrewd, and the eyebrows are not on the ground.

How to know the separation and get the intention of nirvana.

If you can see it, you can't see it.

The snail horn is a thousand worlds, and the eyes are scorched.

In a drowsy and drunken dream, time is lost.

Wandering in life and death, the sea of suffering is boundless.

If you come to great mercy, this is "Washing the Marrow".

After "Yi Jin", every time the night is quiet,

There is light in the eyes, and there is a slight movement in the nose,

The abdomen is wide and empty, and it is suitable to accept Qingxi.

synodic and two strings, two equinoxes and two solstices,

Meridian Meditation Gong, Mao Yougan bath.

Everything is made by the heart, and the refining of the gods is quiet-

But the void can be accommodated, and it is not appropriate to be full.

Be humble and protect yourself, and avoid evil.

If it is a pity, it can be repaired, and the four major must be guaranteed.

Weak and durable, violent and calamitous.

Rafts must be used to cross the river, and they must be abandoned when they reach the shore.

The theory of creation and generation starts from the subtle to the last.

A word through the sky, gradual and thoughtful.

For a long time, it is not possible to achieve it overnight.

There is a fixed limit for success, more than three years and nine years.

Calmly in the first era, never exceed this period.

The mind is empty and self-transforming, and it can be done as it pleases.

Everything is unhindered, and the circle is free.

Hidden sentient beings, flicking a finger beyond the beginning-

Later generations have obtained this scripture and uphold it as the purpose.

Choose someone to teach and receive, and don't despise it. ”

There are a lot of scriptures in this paragraph, Tan Xiaotian recited it many times, and let the little monk remember it first.

After a few days like this, Tan Xiaotian kept instructing the little monk how to cultivate, this little monk does not have the heart of nothingness, love and hate, is not obsessed or obsessed, but his nature is extraordinary. Tan Xiaotian was very amazed, and couldn't help but secretly say: "It's just a very high understanding, Linghu Chong is just a waste material in my eyes, but this little monk's nature is self-sufficient, his nature is extraordinary, and his luck is outstanding. Fortunately, he is not lustful, otherwise I am afraid that he will be a dragon arrogant again!"

"Little monk, this time with you has calmed down a lot of anger in my heart, and you and I are here to come. In the early hours of one morning, Tan Xiaotian finally spoke.

The little monk was a little reluctant, but he still spoke: "Brother Tan, thank you for your teaching these days, I will always pray for you in front of the Buddha." ”

Tan Xiaotian laughed: "I only believe that my fate is up to me, but thank you for it!" ）

"Brother Tan, you remember, my Dharma name is Lingxu!" the little monk shouted, and he didn't know if Tan Xiaotian remembered it. His figure had vanished into the dawn.