Chapter Seven: Meditation in the Mountains (I)

There were a few simple pieces of furniture around, and there was no pain in my body, so I sat up and saw Master Hye-sun standing in front of the door. www.biquge.info Luo Tianchu realized that he was still alive at this time, and he just had a long and boring dream, so he quickly got out of bed and knelt down and said, "Thank you Master for saving your life!" Master Huishan sat down at the wooden table and said, "Lord Luo Shi doesn't need to be polite, please get up." Luo Tianchu got up and sat on the edge of the bed, shook his arms, stretched his legs, there was nothing unusual except for weakness and soreness, and he was secretly happy in his heart, and said, "What kind of place is this?" Hui Shan said: "A small wooden house on Tianlong Mountain is specially used for the donor to recuperate. Luo Tianchu said: "What is Tianlong Mountain?" Hui Shan said: "It's very close to Taiyuan City." Luo Tianchu was surprised and puzzled: "Taiyuan! Why didn't we run to Shanxi? Why don't we heal our wounds in Guanzhong?" Hui Shan said: "To cure the donor's injury, you must keep your mind calm, and the poor monk does not want to let the donor's friends or enemies disturb you, so he walked a month's mountain road with the donor on his back to come here." ”

Luo Tianchu understood his kindness, and thought that it was too much for a skinny old monk to walk on his back for a month, and then he was surprised: "Have I been in a coma for a month?" Huishan said: "One month and ten days." Luo Tianchu broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly got out of bed and said: "My God, I have slept for so long, the junior is about to leave, thank the master for saving his life, and say goodbye." Hui Shan listened to him quietly, and said lightly: "Where is the Shi Lord?" Luo Tianchu said: "Of course it's the Tiger Prison Pass, I've been away for more than a month, I don't know if it's lost, I can't wait to fly away." Huishan said: "The donor can't go anywhere until the injury is healed." Luo Tianchu was surprised: "My injury is not healed yet, why can't I feel it?" Hui Shan said: "Although the surging true qi in the main body of the donor has been dissipated, the anger is still there, and the injury has not yet healed. Luo Tianchu said: "I can't take care of it anymore, wait for the juniors to deal with the battle ahead, and then ask the master to heal the wounds." Hui Shan said: "It's the same whether you go or not, why do you have to go?" Luo Tianchu said: "I am the castle master of the Blood Knife Castle, and of course it is very different to have me present." ”

Hui Shan said: "The donor's martial arts are all lost, now he is just an ordinary person, an ordinary soldier can kill you, what's the use of going?" Luo Tianchu was shocked and said: "My skills are all lost?" Hui Shan said: "Why don't you mention a breath of true qi to try?" Luo Tianchu secretly lucked true qi, and the inner part of the dantian was empty, and the meridians of the whole body were like countless dry rivers, and he couldn't feel a trace of true qi.

Luo Tianchu was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, only then did he understand that his weakness was not because of the initial recovery from a major injury, but the normal feeling of ordinary people after losing his martial arts, he had bid farewell to "ordinary people" for many years, and now he was beaten back to his original shape all of a sudden, and he felt uncomfortable, and found that his body was much heavier, his legs were like being filled with lead, the field of vision of his eyes was greatly reduced, and his reaction was far less sensitive than before. Yes, at that time, your true qi was uncontrollable like a wild horse, flowing freely in your body, and it was because of your strong vitality that you did not die immediately, otherwise the poor monk would have no way to return to heaven. Zhu Ling's two benefactors drove for two days and two nights to hand you over to the poor monk. The only way to dissolve the true qi in the donor's body is to break the meridians, pick off the tendons, and direct the true qi out of the body. The poor monk was only fifty percent sure, but fortunately, the donor was lucky, and the weakness after breaking the meridians did not affect the heart, so he escaped the catastrophe. It's just that the donor is too weak, whether he can wake up is still hard to say, whether he can get rid of the anger in the body after waking up is not easy to say, if he doesn't get rid of the anger, even if there is no true qi in the body, it will be swallowed, so every three days the poor monks have to use the Buddhist internal strength to consolidate the true yuan for the donor, resist the anger, but it can only play a temporary effect, and finally the anger will depend on the donor's own practice. The poor monk has explained the situation to Zhu Ling and the two, asking them not to come to disturb, they agreed, but the poor monk is still not at ease, so he will take you away from Guanzhong, to this deep mountain and old forest, during which you have to infuse gas for the donor every three days, fortunately, the donor's body is strong, and then he woke up, which is a blessing in misfortune. ”

Luo Tianchu let out a long sigh and said, "If the master doesn't consolidate the true yuan for the juniors, how many days can the juniors live?" Hui Shan said: "Three days at most." Luo Tianchu hung his head and said: "What can I do in three days, can my seniors go down the mountain with me? Hui Shan shook his head and said: "There will be other things after defeating the Jin soldiers, the desire is infinite, once you enter the red dust, you can't extricate yourself, the anger can never be eliminated, and the injury will never be cured." The poor monk only asked the benefactor one sentence: Do you want the poor monk to go down the mountain with you and let you explain the aftermath to your relatives and friends before you die? Or do you want to stay in the mountain to practice and reunite with them after dissolving your anger?"

Luo Tianchu's body trembled, and he didn't speak for a while, thinking that his brothers were fighting bloodily, but he couldn't help, and he was anxious, but if he didn't save his life, how could he meet everyone, and bowed to the end after weighing it: "What the seniors taught is that the juniors are willing to stay and practice, please save me." Hui Shan bowed his head slightly and said, "Yes, but you have to promise the poor monk a condition." Luo Tianchu said: "The master is all to save me, don't say one, ten will also agree." Hui Shan said: "One is enough, you can't take a step out of this mountain within three years, and you are not allowed to inquire about the situation outside the world, does the donor agree?" Luo Tianchu said: "Three years?" Hui Shan nodded and said: "Three years." Luo Tianchu fell into a deep thought, three years is enough to change a lot of things, but he doesn't know anything, and that unknown fear hits his heart deeply. To know that Jin Guo will definitely take the opportunity to deal with the Blood Knife Castle, whether the brothers can cope with it, whether anyone will be killed, and what is the current battle situation, thinking of this, he was anxious, and suddenly felt a frenzy in his body, and opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Huishan sighed and said, "If the donor has no determination to cut off the red dust, it will be useless to stay, so the poor monk will accompany you down the mountain." Luo Tianchu suddenly made up his mind and said: "The younger generation has made up his mind, and he is willing to practice in the mountains, resolve his anger, and not go out of the mountain within three years, and if he does not come out, please teach me from the master." "Kneel down and salute.

Huishan helped him up and said, "The poor monk is not polite, and what the donor said just now is serious." Luo Tianchu said firmly: "If there is half a word, let me be bound in this mountain for eternity." Hye-sun smiled and said, "Even if the anger is gone, the donor's original martial arts can't be restored, don't the donor feel pity?" )