The age of science and technology is really a tragedy for those who practice Taoism. Coupled with the age of the end of Dharma, it will be even worse! Don't say that you want to be superior to ordinary people. Even if you want to practice Taoism with peace of mind, you will often be labeled as superstitious. It has only gotten better in the past thirty or forty years!
Thinking of this, the old monk sighed deeply. Time is also fate, everything is in the game. Only when you reach a point like Uncle Jun'an can you escape and seek relief.
Xuanwei's cemetery is on the cliff behind the view, connected by a rather steep and rugged path. It makes people tremble with fear when they lean in for a moment, fearing that they will fall if their feet are weak. Xu Zhipeng was a little afraid of heights, but at this time he was still carrying his master, so he could only be careful and stick to the rock wall as closely as possible.
Fortunately, the cemetery was not far from the top of the cliff. After walking for less than three minutes, we walked into a cave. Xu Zhipeng looked up and saw that he was only twenty meters away from the top of the cliff. He didn't know why he walked for so long. It really hurt the face of a Taoist.
"This is the cemetery of your Xuanwei ancestors, and it is also your forbidden area. Only you can go in. Uncle Senior's tomb has already been marked, and he has sorted it out himself a few days ago. You will know it when you go in. Senior Brother I'll wait for you outside the cave." Monk Zhichen did not enter the cave, but stood at the entrance and turned around to let Xu Zhipeng go in by himself.
Xu Zhipeng nodded, said "Oh" and walked into the cave. I couldn't help but feel relieved.
The light in the cave was not dim. It was around ten o'clock in the morning. There was enough sunlight. The light came from nowhere in the cave. Everything in the house could be seen clearly.
His master's tomb is also easy to identify. There is an oil lamp burning on a stone platform on the right side of the inner wall, emitting a faint light. There are also some clean-looking things placed on the stone table in front of the stone platform. Unlike the stone tables on the left, although they are relatively clean, the things on the tables are very old or even damaged.
When he got closer, Xu Zhipeng also saw the words carved on the stone platform, which were his master's Taoist name, Jun An, the twentieth generation disciple of Xuan Wei.
He gently carried his master's body on the stone platform, adjusted the position, and compared it carefully for a while, confirming that the position was in the middle, then straightened his clothes and hat, and took a few steps back. Kowtow and worship.
"Master, have a good journey. Disciple Hunyun pays homage."
Xu Zhipeng didn't know if what he was doing was in line with the rules, but he was a foreigner, and his senior brother Zhichen had always emphasized that it was okay to be casual, so Xu Zhipeng didn't have to be particular about it, just follow his heart.
After kneeling down respectfully, Xu Zhipeng stood up and looked at the environment inside the eye hole. Although the light is quite bright, it still feels a bit eerie. Yes, this is their Xuanwei tomb group, and the strange thing is that the ancestors inside like to be buried in the air. Each of them is sitting on their own stone platform. There is no corruption, but the whole body is shriveled and covered with bones. , I don’t know what’s better about this.
Xu Zhipeng secretly counted and found that there were seven such mummies in total. The degree of shriveling was also different, and some seemed to still have some flesh. There were some empty seats in the front, back and middle of these stone platforms. He didn't know how they were arranged and why there were still empty seats.
With doubts, Xu Zhipeng walked out of the cave. Seeing Monk Zhichen standing outside the cave with his hands clasped together and chanting sutras, Xu Zhipeng cupped his fists and saluted him, saying gratefully: "Thank you, brother."
"Amitabha! You Xuanwei and I have been guarding the West African Temple for more than 1,800 years. Although Taoism and Buddha are different, to be honest, we can be regarded as half of the same sect. Junior brother, there is no need to be polite to me." Old monk Zhichen smiled. road. "Besides, my uncle is still a mentor to the poor monk, a half-master friendship. Even if the junior brother is not here, the senior brother will send him off properly. Junior Brother Hunyun, you don't have to worry about it."
"Oh, by the way, if you have any doubts about your cultivation, you can come and ask your senior brother. Your family and I have known each other for nearly two thousand years, and I have received guidance from my uncle, so I have a little understanding of your Xuanwei skills. .”
"Junior brother, when you practice cultivation, don't do anything behind closed doors, and don't be greedy for merit and rush into advancement. Remember! Remember!"
The old monk's words were serious and thoughtful. Xu Zhipeng was affected by it. He had also experienced the uncomfortable feeling of over-cultivation and swollen meridians throughout the body. He nodded seriously to indicate that he had memorized it. "Senior brother, don't worry. I will definitely remember my senior brother's teachings."
"That's good!" Monk Zhichen smiled happily. A wrinkled old face instantly relaxed, as if he had become several years younger.
"On the way to cultivation, we also pay attention to wealth, law, and land. Among them, we barely have the law and the couple. The rest, wealth, refers to the resources for cultivation, and the land is a cultivation place with sufficient spiritual energy. We two I can only look back and sigh. Amitabha, I have violated the precept of anger!"
"Haha!" Xu Zhipeng couldn't help laughing when he saw Monk Zhichen's funny look.
The land of a wealthy and dharma couple has appeared in cultivation online novels for many years, but I never expected that this is really the case in reality. Could it be that the author who proposed this condition at the beginning was actually a cultivator, but he could no longer cultivate the truth in the world, so he changed his career to writing novels. Xu Zhipeng began to speculate maliciously, so he couldn't help laughing. It was really not just because the old monk said it was funny.
Seeking progress is the most primitive desire of human beings and is human nature. Blind suppression is not good. But the Buddhist practice is to eliminate human desires, abstain from drinking, abstaining from sex, abstaining from ignorance and abstaining from greed, among other things, Xu Zhipeng couldn't explain it at the moment. But I just don’t know why the famous temples nowadays are becoming more and more luxurious and utilitarian.
Those should not be true Buddhists!
Just like Xifei Temple, which has stood on the top of the mountain for hundreds of years, it is still so simple and old, and the same is true for his Xuanwei Temple. People who practice Taoism are cultivating themselves, not these external things. Not to mention Buddhism, even Taoism. It's just that Taoism pays attention to nature and doesn't have so many clear rules and customs. Otherwise, Xu Zhipeng wouldn't be able to stand it.
More than thirty days have passed. According to their local custom, May 7th was celebrated yesterday, and his master's affair was completed.
But these don't matter. For people like them, these are all external matters and have no significance.
What troubles him most now is that after more than a month of hard training, he has achieved nothing. Hard training is indeed hard work. The pleasure at the beginning has passed away without knowing when. What is left is just boring and boring, repeating the process of the previous day day after day. Once you want to slack off, you will always It will make you feel uncomfortable all over.
But you can’t practice too much!
Xu Zhipeng probably gained some insights after more than a month of exploration. Three times a day is just right. If it exceeds three times, the meridians will begin to swell. If it exceeds six times, congratulations. The meridians will not let you rest all day long.
Xu Zhipeng now basically carries four to five weeks a day. He understands that going too far is never equal, so after trying six weeks a few times, he has been able to control the number of carries within five times a day.
Practicing every day has been boring and ended with no gain, but this is not the biggest difficulty that troubles him. The biggest problem he encountered now was still the empty fortune that had been plaguing him like a nightmare. It had been several days, and he was penniless. Not to mention, the rice vat in the temple was too empty to make a pot of clear soup and porridge. What was even worse, there were several reminders to pay off his credit card every day. phone number.
But today is different from the past. At that time, he was still running a company, and he could always get some money out every month, and he could pay the minimum repayment, which basically made it a win-win situation between the bank and him. But today, although the company has not been cancelled, there is still a penny coming in, and there is still money to pay back the card. The dignified cultivator is about to turn from gray to black. How ridiculous this is.
Fortunately, the money owed was to the bank and not to an individual. Otherwise, if karma were to repay the debt, a cultivator would probably not be able to repay it in the future. Bank money essentially belongs to the country, and their country's system is a people's democratic dictatorship, where the people are the masters of the country. Although in many cases this is just rhetoric and not taken seriously, it is written into the constitution and is equivalent to a jade law. If you think about it carefully, isn't the money you owe the bank also the money you owe yourself? Although this reasoning is a bit unreasonable, it makes sense in terms of cause and effect.
