Wuxin Temple is located in a ravine called Qinglu Mountain. It is hidden and little known. Except for the villagers at the foot of the mountain, few people know about it. Even the villagers only know that there is an unknown ancient temple on the mountain. There is neither Bodhisattva nor Buddha in the temple. There is only an old monk and a handsome young monk living there. Their identities are not clear at all.
As for Wuxin Temple, according to Wujia himself, there are no more than twenty people in the entire China who know about it.
After all, he has lived here with his master since he was a child. Although he also practices spiritual practice, he has never used spiritual methods. Every day, he studies Buddhism like ordinary people, then carries water and grows vegetables. Sometimes the master will act as a barefoot doctor and go down the mountain to help The villagers treat illnesses or something.
Wugou proudly said that Master's medical skills were as profound as Buddhism, and he had cured countless difficult and complicated diseases for villagers with just a few silver needles.
At this moment, Lin Xiaolu, Shangguan Shiliu, Shuaishuai Ya, Liu Yuniang and others followed Wu Gu and Wu Xin Zen Master to the so-called Wu Xin Temple.
The first impression this group of young people had on this ancient temple hidden in a bamboo forest deep in the mountains was that it was broken! Too broken!
The entire temple is almost made of bamboo and clay. There is not even a plaque, let alone a Bodhisattva image. If it were not mentioned, no one would have thought that this was a temple.
"Master Wuxin, it turns out you are really so poor." Lin Xiaolu sighed, smacking his lips.
Looking at the Wuxin Temple in front of him, he thought of the Amitabha Temple in the Tang Dynasty. In comparison, the temples where the fake monks stayed were very splendid. However, Zen Master Wuxin is a cultivator after all, but the Wuxin Temple where he lives is in such a dilapidated state that those who don't know better think it is a beggar's den.
Several young people looked around the temple curiously, while Zen Master Wuxin smiled and said, "Sit down for a while, little donors, and the poor monk will prepare a meal for you."
After saying that, he asked Wujia to show them around, and then went to the vegetable patch behind the bamboo forest alone to get vegetables.
Seeing Zen Master Wu Xin leaving, Lin Xiaolu immediately pulled Wugu and said excitedly: "Wugu, take me to see the Yi Jin Jing and Xin Yi Bao. I want to see what kind of awesome martial arts it is."
Wu Guo's face was slightly red as he held his hand. He struggled for a moment but did not break away. He could only say softly: "Little deer donor, please come with me."
Shangguan Shiliu and others also followed curiously. Under the leadership of Wujia, the group came to a wooden building dedicated to storing books.
"Click."
When you open the wooden door and walk into the building, you will see rows of bookshelves.
"Most of the books are in Master's Najie. The books here are basically miscellaneous books on pharmacology, meridians, martial arts, astrology and the like."
Wu Guan introduced while rummaging through the bookshelves: "Master likes reading, so he has a lot of books in his collection. He reads books from almost every direction."
Lin Xiaolu curiously picked up a book and flipped through two pages. He found that the content written on it was difficult and obscure and could not be understood at all.
"Wugu, isn't your master blind? How can he read?" Lin Xiaolu asked.
Wugou smiled and said: "Master is not blind. It's just that in order to practice Zen in the past two years, he began to close his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, and use his heart to perceive everything in the world and the reincarnation of cause and effect, in order to pursue knowing everything but knowing nothing. realm."
After hearing this, Handsome Duck nodded:
"I've heard that this is the legendary realm where no intention is better than intentionality."
"Donor Duck is right." Wu Gu led a few people to the second floor, continued to look for books, and said with a smile: "Master is very powerful. Whether it is medical skills or Buddhist teachings, he is the person that the young monk respects the most."
As he spoke, he found a gray book from the bookshelf.
"Donor Xiaolu, this is the mind control of the supreme Zen skill."
Lin Xiaolu was overjoyed when he heard this and took the booklet excitedly. Shangguan Shiliu also followed him curiously and looked around.
Lin Xiaolu opened the book and found that the content was a bit deep and difficult to understand, so he prepared to go back and study it slowly, and then continued to ask: "Where is the Yi Jin Jing?"
"it's here."
Wugou raised his hand and pointed at a bookshelf filled with bamboo slips, and said with a smile: "All the bamboo slips on this bookshelf are the Yi Jin Jing."
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Lin Xiaolu was confused.
The bookshelf in front of him was taller than others, and the bamboo slips stacked on it were densely packed, at least several hundred volumes.
And this is actually the Yi Jin Jing?
He has never seen a martial art that requires so many bamboo slips to write about!
Lin Xiaolu stepped forward in confusion, took out a roll of bamboo slips, opened it, and then... couldn't understand it.
I couldn’t understand the first sentence!
Good guy, I can barely understand Xin Yi, but I can’t understand Yi Jin Jing at all!
I saw that the first sentence on the bamboo slip read: Seeing is not right seeing, and ignorance cannot cease. The Taoist eye is not shrewd and the eyebrows are not touching the ground.
Eyebrow? How do your eyebrows fall to the ground? Cut off your eyebrows? Do you need to trim your eyebrows to practice Qigong? This Yi Jin Jing is too willful. Why doesn't it allow itself to trim eyebrows in other places?
Lin Xiaolu couldn't understand, Shangguan Shiliu also took a curious look at it, and then she covered her head and said her head hurt.
Seeing Lin Xiaolu's cross-eyed eyes almost popping out when he looked at the bamboo slips, Wugu smiled shyly:
"Little deer donor, do you like it?"
Lin Xiaolu:......
"Wugu, can your master understand what is written on this?" Lin Xiaolu, holding the bamboo slips, asked expectantly.
To his despair, Wu Gu shook his head.
"Master doesn't understand martial arts, and can only understand half of the Yi Jin Jing. Master said that what is recorded in the Yi Jin Jing seems to be a combination of body-building exercises, qi-inducing methods, and martial arts concepts. Among them, the master can understand the meridians, acupuncture points, and tendons in the human body, and has benefited a lot from his own medical skills. However, the master has only a vague understanding of martial arts and the method of guiding the true energy. After all, the master is not a martial artist. "
Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu was instantly stunned and shouted angrily:
"Then what should I do? I finally came here, but I can't understand it. Even Zen Master Wuxin can't teach me."
He flipped through a few more bamboo slips, only to find that each one was more difficult to understand than the last. He couldn't even recognize the words, let alone understand the meaning, and his head hurt just from reading them.
"Why are you panicking, Luzai? I can study with you." Shangguan Shiliu gloated at the side.
Lin Xiaolu was furious, and when he saw Shangguan Shiliu still laughing at him, he immediately glared at the girl in the floral skirt.
"If you bother me again, do you believe I will put papa on your head?"
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Shiliu rolled her eyes arrogantly, folded her arms and hummed.
Soon, in front of the bookshelf, a grief-stricken young man hugged the bamboo slips and cried loudly. He was so sad that he was sitting on a treasure mountain and could not take it. This was really difficult for a martial arts fanatic like him. It's hard to accept.
And just when he was about to faint from crying, the handsome duck who looked at the bamboo slips for a few times suddenly opened his mouth.
"Boss, if you can't understand, I can help you."
"Wow...!"
Lin Xiaolu stopped crying, and then looked at Shuai Shuai Ya with tears in his eyes.
Shangguan Shiliu also looked over curiously, his beautiful eyes full of surprise.
"Duck, can you understand the words above?"
On the bamboo floor of the wooden building, Handsome Duck smiled mysteriously:
"If there is a book that even I can't understand, it only means that the book is not written for human beings."
