From the snowy winter to the scorching summer wind, Xu Jinyu has been learning to shoot at the Zhongtai Ancient Temple for more than half a year. His originally weak body has been nursed back and tempered by Zen Master Fu Kong. It is like forging a piece of pig iron that was originally complicated and cleansing it thousands of times. After getting rid of the miscellaneous waste, the remaining pieces are made of finely tempered iron. The muscles, flesh, blood and bones are extremely pure. When you wave your gun casually, your momentum is like a rainbow. It is several times heavier than when you first arrived.
He is clearly an old monk in an ancient temple, but he is very tough in the way he trains people. Even Xu Jinyu, who knows how to enjoy hardships, was almost tempted to give up at first, and his muscles and bones ached from tossing all day long, and he even heard nothing. The Zen master's voice made his hamstrings feel like chaff. Fortunately, after a few months, Xu Jinyu was able to hold him down through gritted teeth. Not only was his spear and stick skills soaring above the clouds, but his body was even stronger. He could climb mountains and jump ridges as if he were walking on flat ground, and he was no longer as dejected as before.
The monks in the temple also became familiar with this young man who traveled thousands of miles to study. In his free time, they would hold a conversation or talk about some Buddhist scriptures. Xu Jinyu also sat down cross-legged and listened carefully. He has a somewhat philistine and undisciplined temperament. Although he was often playful, he had an easy-going personality and could joke with everyone. As time went by, he naturally became familiar with the monks, and he seemed to be a lay Buddhist disciple who had never been ordained, and he went smoothly.
"Brother, in fact, it's not a bad thing for the boy named Xu Jinyu to stay in the temple for a long time." Still in the sutra collection building, the old monk Buhui looked downstairs and saw that in the courtyard, Xu Jinyu stole a handful to dry. The appropriate dried tea was stuffed into his mouth when the monks around him were not paying attention. Then he pretended to be nonchalant, sitting upright and nodding along with the monks who were listening to the sutra. He couldn't help but laugh, "Brother. Have you ever thought about adding some vitality to our Zhongtai Temple?"
His words were still full of confidence, but the old monk's face was obviously much haggard than before, and his figure sitting cross-legged on the futon was even more frail, as if he would fall when the wind came, and he was finally getting old.
"Of course I have thought about it." Zen Master Fukong rarely boiled a pot of tea with his own hands. The tea in the pot was like silver tip and the fragrance hit his face. He added one to his junior brother, and then continued, "But you can't teach martial arts in vain, right? ? It was so easy for this playful boy to lay down a solid foundation of marksmanship and stick skills. For several months, I have not allowed him to be close to my wife for one night, for fear of damaging his vitality and weakening his muscles and bones. I have been holding back for so long. , If I don’t let him go through the world for me, I won’t mention it myself, wouldn’t I be asking him to suffer in vain?”
Bu Hui smiled calmly, "At such an age, senior brother still can't let go. He stays in the temple all day long but never calms down. If the master is still here, he will punish you to go to the meditation room and copy the scriptures dozens of times." The monk paused for a moment and then continued, "I don't know when I will see Master again. I will tell you something by the way."
Zen Master Fukong raised the tea cup and handed it to the haggard junior brother opposite him. No change in his expression could be seen, but he just forced it into the latter's palm and responded calmly, "Whatever you say that is unlucky, you will see it sooner or later, but After all, it’s better to see you sooner rather than later.”
Having been a senior brother for a long time, Master Buhui didn't understand what his senior brother meant. He took the tea with a kind smile, took a sip, and then slowly said, "I can't keep my mouth shut while drinking tea."
The words were clearly meant to be teasing, but this time Zen Master Fu Kong didn't talk to him for a long time.
The wooden clam belongs to the most precious treasure of Buddhism. Its power is never determined by the cultivation level of the holder, but is related to the depth of Buddhism. The deeper the practice, the more powerful it is. The state of Zen Master Rao Si Bu Kong is extremely high, and he can finally hold it. It is the old monk who is not favored by the Buddha. Even the abbot never thought that his fellow disciple, who was obviously a bit dull and dull and only knew how to stick to the rules, was actually several points higher in Buddhist practice than he, who had started earlier.
It is precisely because of this that Tridacna showed great power on Nangong Mountain that day. It temporarily suppressed Shan Taorong's powerful cultivation, and firmly gained the upper hand for a while, relying on Bu Hui's mellow and profound Buddhist cultivation.
However, in an unfavorable state, he forcibly manipulated the Buddhist treasure, which not only damaged the meridians, but also easily shortened his life. Zen Master Fu Kong repeatedly tried to snatch the wooden fish that controlled the wooden clam from his junior brother, but he was always blocked. Next, I had to stand aside to protect the Dharma.
Bu Hui only said one sentence.
Senior brother has seen such a vast world. Since it is an old friend who has been robbed, junior brother also wants to do his part. In the past, I listened to you, but this time I listen to me.
In the Buddhist scripture building, except for the sound of the old monk sipping tea, there was no other sound.
"Junior brother, why don't we go for a walk? I've been in the temple for a long time, and I've wronged you. All the matters in the temple can be left to others for the time being. We are already very young, so we should let the younger generation practice. Shoulder." The old abbot patted his junior brother on the shoulder, but felt that the latter's shoulders were very thin and clumsy.
It seems that in just a few days, my junior brother's originally relatively strong body suddenly became thinner and became extremely thin.
The thin old monk stood up shakily and drank all the tea in his cup. "It's good. I haven't gone out for many years. I have almost forgotten what the world is like."
Xu Jinyu just stepped into the side courtyard and saw his wife looking unhappy. She was obviously holding up needle and thread in her hand, but her expression was very cold. Her hand movements became unreasonably tough, and she poked six or seven holes in the cloth under the needle. , Xu Jinyu couldn't help but tremble when he saw it.
"That's right, I still know how to go back to my residence and have a look. I'm going to go home for a few days after practicing with guns and sticks. If I let you practice swordsmanship again, I'm afraid I'll have to send you a divorce letter." The woman's face was still cold. He was as hard as frost, but when he saw Xu Jinyu coming forward with a flattering face, he still shook his eyebrows.
"We haven't seen you for two days. Madam has become more prettier. They all say that she is raised in the mountains and forests. But if Madam were more prettier, she would probably say that we come from a rich family when we go out." Xu Jinyu finally came closer and said, He grabbed a pot of tea from the table, poured it carefully, and then brought it to his wife respectfully, "Madam, take a rest for a while, don't be so busy, it makes you feel bad."
The woman raised her eyebrows and scolded, "If you don't go home because you feel so distressed, do you really think I don't dare to beat you in the temple?"
Xu Jinyu's face was full of grievances, "It's not that I don't want to go back, it's that the old abbot refused to let me go. He said that at the beginning of the practice, Yuan Yang must not be leaked. He asked me to calm down in the Zen room all day long. I was so depressed that I could at least take advantage of it. It’s not the season when Master goes to the Sutra Library, so I just found time to do it.”
"That's all, I don't want to make people laugh here. I'll pay you back for the spanking I owe you in the future." It wasn't until a while later, after Xu Jinyu coyly coaxed her for a long time, that the woman finally turned to joy and let go. Cha Zhan said angrily, "Why are your clothes so dirty? Don't be busy with anything else. Take off your clothes and I'll wash them for you."
So in the courtyard, the men were naked and practicing spears, and the women were washing their clothes, their faces full of joy.
