A gust of wind howled by, blowing away the dark clouds in the sky.

The sun came out from the western side of the heavens.

Under the Bodhi tree, there is no Zen boxing.

Eighteen Arhats!

Hah――

Wu Zen took it seriously at a glance, beat a set of punches over and over again, only one set of punches, back and forth eighteen Arhats, a total of eighteen styles, and repeated Arhats eighteen, the little monk did not think it was boring at all, and was full of interest and enjoyment. Wu Zen indulges in the flickering wind sound of his fists and feet, Wu Zen enjoys the strange rhythm of the trembling tendons, and Wu Zen lets the true qi flow freely and happily in the limbs and hundreds of remains, this is really a happy thing!

In Wu Chan's view, his set of eighteen arhats is far from enough, and every move and style is far from enough! The little monk cannot tolerate even one line of punches, cannot accept even the slightest trace of leg and foot elevation, and cannot tolerate even the slightest error in body shape and footwork! Fortunately, he can still change his mistakes, so Wu Zen keeps practicing, over and over again! A person who pursues perfection is often unfortunate, because there is no real perfection in the world, just as there is no real circle. But Wuzen is still very happy, because Wuzen doesn't want to make it perfect, Wuzen just wants to do it next time.

It's a little better.

A little better, a little better, a little better! For this set of boxing, Wu Zen is never satisfied but always content, this is the eighteen Arhats without Zen! The eighteen Arhats without Zen are thousands of times, tens of thousands of times, hundreds of thousands of times, over and over again, a little bit of a box, just like the happiness of Wu Zen, bit by bit gathered like an endless Yangtze River! Hey, hey! Haha! Fight again, Luohan Eighteen!

"Hit. An old monk with a sad face said weakly, a little monk sat on the ground with a sad face, another little monk rolled to the ground with a sad face, and there was a big monk with a fierce expression in the field. The little monks stood beside them, all looking panicked. The two little monks got up and walked away dejectedly, and two more little monks came up, both worried about hanging their guts and making their fists, shouting and shouting, you come and I will live and fight in one place-

"Hit. ”

The tragedy was repeated again and again, and no one was spared. Practicing boxing in the morning and practicing sparring in the afternoon, the life of the little monks is always very fulfilling. At the end of the day, everyone suffers from backache and leg pain, and the life of a little monk is also miserable. And it's boring. In addition, I have to meditate and practice at night. This is the practice of Nanshan Zen Buddhism, strict and even harsh, every little monk is complaining in private-

Except for no Zen.

Wu Chan picks up water and chops wood in the morning, boils water and fires at noon and then eats, cleans up the house and cleans the courtyard after eating, and then practices boxing for a while. Time is very precious, and Wuzen is busy and busy, and Wuzen does everything carefully and happily, and does not think that suffering is completely enjoyable. The life of a non-Zen monk is different from that of the brothers, and this is the simple and happy life of a non-Zen monk. Wuchan put away his fist and looked at the place blankly, muttering with envy in his eyes: "Competition! Competition!"

The little monk stood alone under the big tree, and his little figure looked lonely and pitiful from a distance.

How much Wuzen wants to compete with his brothers, but that is a kind of luxury for Wuzen, Wuchan is very envious and looking forward to it, but Wuzen only has envy, because no one wants to compare with him. Not a single one. For the little monks, the competition is an extremely painful thing! Because if you are not good at boxing, you will be beaten, not only will your opponent be bruised and swollen, but you also have a third eye, and if you lose, you will fight, and if you win, you will also fight, and the third eye will always be able to find out the mistakes in your boxing, and the work of the Four Great King Kongs will never be finished! There is no way, you can only endure, even if you can't bear it. But there was one person who was really unbearable for everyone, so the little monks were unwilling to compete with him.

The man was incompetent.

Incompetence is the youngest and the most difficult to deal with. The most painful thing in the world is to compete with incompetence, once unfortunate enough to confront this person, how can we say? Anyway, there are many bad tricks, which makes people unguardable, and in addition, this person is like a mad dog who is messing around, pestering, tearing and biting the whole thing, it is absolutely terrible! Not to mention that he also loves to fart, and he especially likes to play dead, and once he finds that he can't beat it, he will roll his eyes and die.

It's incompetence, it's not inactivity.

Wuzen is not a person at all, and everyone would rather be smoked to death by an incompetent stinky fart than fight Wuzen. Fighting with him will always be the only way to be beaten, and besides, his punches and kicks are simply three points heavier than the four King Kongs combined! The most painful thing in the world is to be forced to die even though he knows that there is no hope for him. No one is a fool, and even incompetent people lie down and pretend to be dead when they are incompetent, so no one, no one wants to compete with Wuzen.

Idiot is incompetent, that is lazy, has a surname and is unwilling to compare, and a fool has no Zen and loves martial arts, but no one can compare with him! And those seem to have happened a long time ago. No one competed with Wuzen, but Wuzen's fists and feet were itchy, so he had to fight the big tree again.

Bang!

Bang!

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Empty!

Empty!

With the momentum of no Zen, with the strength of no Zen, with no pain without knowing the pain, with the fist of no Zen, kicking the shoulders against the top of the head, but not allowing the Bodhi tree to move a single cent. The little monk struck violently again and again, and its shape was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, and its appearance was very ridiculous! This tree was too thick and too tall, and in Wuzen's eyes, it was a giant standing up to the sky, so powerful and invincible! He was a good friend of Wuzen, and Wuzen was tickling him! Listen! You listen! He laughed again, rustling, rustling, laughing so that every heart on the tree moved, laughing so that the old wrinkled skin and sawdust on the tree flew, and laughing so that his long beard swayed lightly in the wind.

The old monk is here again.

If the old monk of Dinghai didn't look at Wuzen several times a day, he seemed to be exhausted, and his mood couldn't be worse! Only when he saw Wuzen, would the old monk's face show a smile: "Wuzen." "Uncle Taishi!" Wu Chan shouted happily and threw himself into the arms of the old monk, the old monk watched with satisfaction and satisfaction as the little monk touched the shaved bald head, and the two looked like a pair of extremely close ancestors and grandchildren.

Only in front of Wu Chan, the old monk will incarnate into a kind old man, at other times it is fierce, you can't say, you can't say, as soon as you say that the old monk is going to beat people! No one here is not afraid of the old monk of Dinghai, and there are few people in the world who are not afraid of Dinghai, only Wu Chan is not afraid of him at all: "Uncle Taishi, Wu Chan wants to compete! Wu Chan wants to compete!" The little monk is coquettish again, and there is no other word for the old monk of Wu Zen: "Lingshi-"

A big monk walked over quickly: "Uncle Shizu." ”

The great monk had been standing there from the beginning, so dusty that no one noticed him, for he had not moved or spoken a word from beginning to end. Lingshi is ordinary and simple, he looks like this, and he does things like this: "Wu Zen, come-" This person looks inconspicuous, but he is the master of all the little monks, he is the real teacher of Wu Zen, and the eighteen Arhats of Wu Zen are not bad iron head skills are all taught by him: "Master Ling Shi!"

The spirit stone, just like a big stone inside a golden jade, is by no means as ordinary as it seems on the surface!

As for Lingxiu, it was another master arranged by the old monk Dinghai for Wuzen. The reason why Wuzen has two masters is because Lingxiu never taught Wuzen martial arts. Lingxiu, the master, is nothing but nothing, and he can't see him for ten days and eight days, and when he meets, he also laughs and says a few words and slips away in a blink of an eye. Wu Chan knew that the master had gone back to the house to read the medical books, and when the master returned to the mountains, in addition to reading the medical books, he was tinkering with herbs, and sometimes he took a few pills for Wu Chan to eat as candy.

Nothing else.

Therefore, Lingxiu is the master of Zenless, and Lingshi is the master of Zenless.

Lingshi also likes Zen Meditation very much, because Zen Meditation makes him worry the most. Worry-free to the point that you don't have to worry about it at all. Lingshi can't manage it if he wants to, because Lingshi is only responsible for teaching, and Lingshi's master, the old monk Kongbei, is the real manager. In fact, I don't want to care about empty sorrow, the first seat of an arhat hall, I have to stare at a group of milky little monks every day, this is not the life that empty sorrow old monks want. Therefore, the empty sorrow old monk was in an unhappy mood every day, so that his face was full of sadness, and finally he took the little monks to vent his anger-

But because another old monk said: "Go." "No one can help it, he is the biggest here, the most capable, the biggest and the biggest temper, then let's go! Nanshan Zen is the Nanshan Zen of the old monk of Dinghai. After saying this for more than ten years, after the little monk Wuzen put it in a bamboo basket for the great monk Lingxiu and brought it back, the old monk of Dinghai slowly changed.

It has become more domineering, so that all the people are not pleasing to the eye, and all the love has been given to Wu Zen, and from then on, it is impossible to reason for the whole loss of self from the head of the horse! This is a simple set of boxing techniques, no tricks and no changes, every move and every style of spirit stone is clear in the heart, the spirit stone rules and regulations to the eighteen arhats to deal with the eighteen arhats, the expression is as serious and focused as no Zen.

Dozens of rounds passed, Lingshi smiled while fighting: "Wu Zen, in a few years, Master Lingshi won't be able to beat you!" This is a compliment to Wu Zen, Wu Zen hehe, hey Yile, he didn't dare to slack off at the moment: "Hey, hey, haha!" Because Wu Chan knows that the master is really really powerful, and at this time, one move can restrain Wu Chan! The old monk of Dinghai smiled on the side, and others praised Wu Zen, which made him happier than praising the old monk for 10,000 words, and the old monk's heart was sweeter than eating honey! The old monk nodded frequently with a pleasant expression, and said the sentence that had been said thousands of times, and that sentence was only said to the little monk.

Very good.

Very good is very good, very good represents everything, Dinghai has always had only two evaluations of Wuzen, one is good, the other is very good. This is a thing that makes other people helpless and red-eyed, envious, jealous, hateful, and even speechless and sighing, because this good is not generally good, this good is too good to be good. Here's the thing, when you don't do anything even if you stand there motionless, that's good. As long as Wu Zen does something, whether it's right or wrong, even if he farts, it must be very good.

There is no third one.

Are his farts fragrant? They are all little monks, who are generally the same age and are bald and hardworking, so how can they be treated so differently? The little monks have great opinions on this matter. Uncle Tai's hand only touched Wuzen's head, and Uncle Tai's smile only bloomed at Wuchan alone, and others had never heard it even once in his mouth: good! Not to mention very good. And every elder likes Wuzen very much, and they are praising Wuzen and holding Wuzen as a treasure, hey! The little monks' hearts are very unpleasant, that is not an ordinary loss, but there is nothing to be done.

From love to worry, from love to fear. If you are separated from love and hate, you will not be afraid of worry. The old monk loves no Zen, loves so much that he makes others fearful, and loves so much that he makes himself afraid. The old monk doesn't pay attention to other people's thoughts, the old monk doesn't even care about his own feelings, the old monk has only no Zen in his heart, afraid that he can't eat well, afraid that he won't dress warmly, afraid that he will not be happy, when the old monk stares at the little monk kindly, his heart is so quiet and peaceful and extremely satisfied.

Very good.

Everything has a cause and effect, just like seeing this tall and towering Bodhi tree, which makes us often forget that little seed. Planting is born from trees, and then trees are born, and the cycle is endless. It is also like eggs are laid by chickens, and then chickens are born, and the cycle is endless. Why bother asking, this is a real circle, when it is painted, you can no longer find the head and tail, you can't see the end and the beginning, and just like the love of the old monk for the little monk.

I don't know when it starts, I don't know when it ends, I don't know when it will penetrate into my heart like spring breeze and rain, I don't know, and when I suddenly find that love has entered my bones and I can't extricate myself. The old monk only knew that Wuzen had never let him down, and only the little monk without Zen could make Dinghai's heart feel quiet and peaceful and so satisfied, so satisfied to look at the little monk, the old monk didn't want to chant sutras, didn't want to practice, didn't want to do anything, the old monk had found the most precious Buddha Sea Pure Land in his heart, just wanted to turn into this leafy Bodhi tree in front of him, love him, protect him, use all of his own to shelter him under him, and happily watch him grow happily, grow, grow.

-- Because of love, so love, to put it well.

-- Love is the cause, love is the effect, to say, very good.;