The old monk counted on his fingers, and after a while, he shook his head, and his face showed apologies, and said, "I...... I don't remember exactly, I don't know if it was forty-two years, or forty-three years. When this old monk Xiao first came to see the scriptures at night, I ...... I have been here for ten years. Afterward...... Later, the old monk Murong came, and a few years ago, the monk Gu Mozhi came out to steal the scriptures. Alas, you come and go, and you turn the scriptures in the cabinet into a mess, and I don't know why. ”

After a few words, the old monk made the origins of Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, and Gu Mozhi clear.

Then the old monk said: "The martial arts of this school are passed on from the ancestor of Bodhidharma. When the children of Buddhism learn, they are strengthening their bodies and protecting the Dharma and subduing demons. When practicing any martial arts, there is always a compassionate and benevolent mind, and if you don't base yourself on Buddhism, you will definitely hurt yourself when you practice martial arts. The deeper you practice, the more you will be injured. If all you practice is the outer kung fu of punching, kicking, and blades, then that's fine, and it will do you little harm, as long as you are strong and can resist yourself......"

At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of talking outside the courtyard, followed by eight or nine monks, all of whom were several senior monks of Shaolin Temple, and all the monks saw that Xiao Yuanshan and his son, Murong Bo and his son, and Jiu Mozhi were all in the pavilion, and there were Cheng Yunfan and Duan Yu on the side, and they all listened to the speech of an old monk with a strange face, and they were all surprised. These monks were highly cultivated and intelligent people, and they did not come forward to disturb them at the moment, but stood aside and listened to what he had to say.

When the old monk saw the monks coming up, he ignored them all and continued: "But if you practice the best martial arts of your own school, such as the Flower Finger, the Dora Leaf Finger, the Prajna Palm, and the like, and do not reconcile and dissolve them with the compassionate Dharma every day, then the anger will penetrate deep into the internal organs, and the deeper it will become, a hundred times more powerful than any external poison. The Great Wheel Ming King is a disciple of my Buddhism, who has studied the Dharma intensively, memorized and discerned, and is unparalleled in the world, but if he does not have the idea of compassion and generosity and the desire to benefit all sentient beings, although the classics are flooded and the wonderful arguments are unhindered, he will not be able to dissipate the anger of the clock when practicing these superior martial arts.

The monks only heard a few words, and they felt that what the old monk said was very meaningful, and the Tao had never been said before, and there was an awe-inspiring meaning in his heart. A few people exclaimed: "Amitabha, good, good!"

But listen to him continue: "I Shaolin Temple built a temple for thousands of years, throughout the ages, only the Bodhidharma Patriarch has all kinds of stunts, and since then there is no monk who can pass all kinds of martial arts, but why?

Gu Mozhi said: "That's Baosha's own business, how can outsiders know?"

Xuansheng and others thought: "This old monk is dressed up, but he is a serving monk who performs miscellaneous duties in this temple, how can he have how to see and cultivate?" Although the serving monk is a monk of Shaolin Temple, he only shaves his degree and does not worship his teacher, does not teach martial arts, does not practice meditation, and does not list the ranks of "Xuan, Wisdom, Void, and Emptiness". Xuansheng and others are the first-class monks in the temple, and they don't know this monk, but they are not surprised, but they can't help but secretly wonder when they hear him vomit and see Zhuo Chao.

The old monk continued: "The seventy-two stunts of this temple, each of which can hurt people and take people's lives, are fierce and ruthless, and they are very dry. This truth is not known to everyone in this temple, but after a person has practiced four or five stunts, his comprehension of Zen theory will naturally be hindered. In my Shaolin sect, it is called 'martial arts barrier', which is the same as the 'knowledge barrier' of other sects. It is important to know that Buddhism is seeking to cross the world, and martial arts lies in killing, and the two are contrary to each other and mutually restrictive. Only the higher the Dharma, the more compassionate the thought, the more I can practice martial arts skills, but the monks who have cultivated to such a state disdain to learn more powerful killing methods. ”

Then the old monk said: "In this temple, there are naturally some people who are not enough in Buddhism, but they have to learn more superior martial arts, but if they continue to practice, they will either go mad or have internal injuries that are difficult to heal." Master Xuancheng of this temple is a transcendent martial arts cultivator, and the ancestors of the monks are allowed to be the first martial arts in the temple for 200 years. But overnight, he suddenly broke his veins and became a waste, and that's it. ”

When Xuansheng and the others heard this, they hurriedly said: "Master, is there a way to save Senior Brother Xuancheng?" The old monk shook his head and said, "It's too late, I can't save it." When Master Xuancheng came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to pick up martial arts classics, Lao Wei reminded him three times that he was always obsessed. Now that the tendons and veins are broken, how can they be continued? In fact, the five aggregates are empty, the body is injured, and he can't practice martial arts from now on. What the two masters have seen, but they are not as good as Master Xuancheng. Xuansheng and Xuanxuan Qi said: "Yes." Thank you very much for the teaching. ”

Cheng Yunfan also felt that what the old monk said was very reasonable, whether it was martial arts or spells, they were all just techniques, and the law was the foundation, and his own spells and sword techniques did not have the advanced cultivation of the Wood and Fire Mixed Yuan Immortal Sutra, so he could not be urged, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was reasonable, and he seemed to have some understanding, so he said to Duan Yu: "Second brother, I have some epiphany, and I need to meditate for a while." You watch for yourself, but pay attention to what the Gumachi is. ”

After speaking, he meditated directly, and everyone did not pay attention to his movements, but listened to the old monk continue to talk about some old things.

Half an hour later, Cheng Yunfan woke up here, and what he saw was that Xiao Yuanshan and Xiao Feng stood up hand in hand and knelt down in front of the old monk together. The old monk said: "You two have gone from life to death, from death to life, what else can you not let go of in your heart? If Shicai dies, what are the thoughts of reviving Dayan and taking revenge on your wife?"

Xiao Yuanshan said: "The disciple has been a monk in Shaolin Temple for thirty years, it is all fake, and there is no compassion of a Buddhist disciple, so I implore the master to include it." The old monk said: "You don't want to avenge the murder of your wife?" Xiao Yuanshan said: "The disciple has killed people in his life, and he has no worries about a hundred, if the family members of the people I killed come to me for revenge, although the disciple has died a hundred times, he is not enough." ”

The old monk turned to Murong Bo and said, "What about you?" Murong Bo smiled slightly and said, "The common people are like dust, and the emperor is like dust. Dayan is empty if it does not return to the country, and it is also empty when it is restored. The old monk laughed and said, "Great enlightenment, good, good!" Murong Bo said: "Ask the master to accept him as a disciple and be more enlightened." ”

Seeing this situation, Cheng Yunfan also opened his eyes and said slowly: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, the master has turned the two martial arts cultivators into martial arts masters who have reached the innate realm, and resolved their grievances, which can be described as immeasurable merit." ”

"The predecessors are too famous, and the old monk is just inadvertently entering the practice method, so dozens of spring and autumn periods, it can be able to break through the first obstacle, but it has been blocked before the second obstacle, it has been decades, and although the predecessors are young, the cultivation is not the same as the old monk. The old monk also said very politely.

Cheng Yunfan understands that the first obstacle he said is the gathering of spirits to open the pulse, and now the second obstacle is the level of the third layer of qi training, once it breaks through to the fourth layer, it can fly with the weapon, and the divine consciousness is released outward and internally. Now seeing that the monk is not young, if he does not break through, it is inevitable that once the life limit comes, he will not be able to escape the catastrophe.

When I used the spirit measuring disk again, it turned out to be the three spiritual roots of wood fire and gold, and the wood spirit root was the most prosperous, so I had an idea.

"I am not a Hongchen person here, and I occasionally travel down the mountain, and I meet the master with virtue, which can be regarded as fate. Saying that, he took out a jade slip and a bottle of Qi Gathering Pill from his arms, threw them into the hands of the old monk, and continued, "This is a practice method, looking at your qualifications and the five elements belong to the wood, this "Changchun Gong" will be given to you, as for the realm of cultivation, it depends on your fate and creation. ”

The old monk's palms are suitable, respectfully thanks, and nodded slightly, Cheng Yunfan at this time the secret language to teach him how to use, the old monk was quite happy after seeing it, and then said: "Thank you for the mystical exercises and pills given by the predecessors, I don't know what the predecessors have to ask for in the Shaolin Temple." ”

As soon as Cheng Yunfan was about to speak, Xuansheng opened his mouth and said: "Uncle, a few days ago in Juxianzhuang, when the disciples saw this senior, he told Abbot Xuanci that he had something important to come to the temple to ask for advice, but he didn't know why. It's a pity that the abbot ......"

Hearing Xuansheng say this, Cheng Yunfan waved his hand to interrupt, and said to himself: "The matter of the abbot of Xuanci, Poor Dao has his own arrangements, but now I want to ask Shaolin Temple for something." ”

When the monks saw Cheng Yunfan and said that he asked for a thing, they thought to themselves that he was already a master of cultivation outside the world, and what else did he ask to take, it must be the most important thing in this temple, but what could this temple have?

The old monk didn't know much about it, so he said: "What the predecessors ask for, but it doesn't matter, as long as the temple can get it, the old monk will boast of Haikou today, and allow it to be sent." ”

Cheng Yunfan nodded and said: "I have a senior brother, in a demon subjugation, unfortunately infected by the demonic qi, the sect is helpless, I heard that only the profound monk and the relics left behind can protect the mind and get rid of the demonic qi. I heard that Shaolin Temple is the first major temple in the martial arts, and the great monks with profound magic power emerge in endlessly, so they came to seek the fate of the law. ”

The monks are a little relieved to hear this, although this relic is rare, but it does not mean that the precious can not be sent, for hundreds of years, the Shaolin Temple sat down to become a high monk, and there were a few relics left, which naturally could be taken.

Hearing this, Xuansheng just wanted to speak, but was waved by the old monk and intercepted: "The relics that the predecessors asked for must not be ordinary red dust and mundane things, just right, the senior colleagues who led the old monks to practice the method quietly sat down, leaving a relic, handed over to the old monk for safekeeping, and now the fate of the law has arrived, and it should be sent to the seniors." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and touched it, and took out a milky white bead wrapped in a golden Buddha robe like a quail egg from his arms, and opened it to shine brightly.