That night, the dark night penetrated through the clouds and enveloped the wooden attic gently, as if it was covered with a thin layer of black gauze. On the window of the attic illuminated by an orange oil lamp, there was always a sign of a young man printed on it. And the shadow of handsome duck.
Little by little, Shuai Shuaiya disassembled the difficult Yi Jin Jing, crushed it into pieces, and taught it to the fourteen-year-old boy in front of him. Fortunately, the boy had a good understanding and was willing to pay attention. It took him a whole night. time to understand some of them.
It was also from this moment that the young man understood something.
Regardless of whether you are a warrior or a cultivator, your basic knowledge must not be too poor, otherwise you will not be able to learn even if there are good secrets in front of you.
He feels that Shuaishuai Duck is a very knowledgeable duck, and he should ask him for more advice in the future. After all, Mr. Yang in the school said that there is no priority in learning, and the master is the teacher. People still need to have a humble heart. Yes, you must know how to ask questions without being ashamed.
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The next day, after breakfast, Lin Xiaolu carried a hoe and followed Zen Master Wu Xin to a field behind the bamboo forest. Shangguan Shiliu, who had nothing to do, followed behind them with his little hands behind his back.
"Hua Die, you're so annoying. You follow me wherever I go. I'm going to poop soon. Do you want to follow me?"
"Hmph, I'm happy with it. It's up to you to take care of it."
"Master Wuxin, you said that we are carrying hoes right now, so why not bury the flowers and butterflies while we are there? It would be a way of doing justice to God."
Along the way, I unintentionally listened to the quarrel and bickering between the young and girl, but I found it interesting, and I couldn't help but reveal a smile on their kind faces.
Wuxin Temple has not been so lively for a long time.
Soon, the three of them came to the frozen permafrost field. Wu Xin, who was wearing a patchwork cassock, rolled up his sleeves and prepared to turn over the soil. However, Lin Xiaolu laughed with a hoe: "Master, it's just a small amount of space. I'll use it." I can finish the work very quickly with a hand planer, I’m very strong, look at me.”
After saying that, the young man swung the hoe neatly and hit it into the soil.
"when!"
There was a sound like the collision of iron tools, and Lin Xiaolu was startled.
The hoe he wielded only left a shallow mark in the soil!
What strength do you have? Unable to dig up the soil!
"Master, what kind of soil are you, you are so hard?" The young man was surprised.
Unintentional smile:
"The soil is the earth's spiritual soil, and the hoe is the Geng伮hoe."
Zen Master Wuxin rolled up his sleeves, then raised his hoe and swung it. His spiritual power suddenly bloomed, crushing the frozen soil comparable to gold and stone, and digging out a small pit.
"Little deer donor, the poor monk uses spiritual power, you use force, this land is half for one person, how about a competition?"
As soon as he heard about the competition, Lin Xiaolu's unwillingness to admit defeat immediately came to him. He said hello excitedly, then rolled up his sleeves like Wu Xin, waved his hoe vigorously, and used force to dig up a piece of soil.
"How about it, Master? My martial arts are quite powerful, right?" the young man said with a smile.
Zen Master Wu Xin smiled and nodded: "Little Deer Donor is really good, then... let's start the competition?"
"good!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man and the young man began to vigorously turn over the soil with their hoes, while Shangguan Shiliu squatted beautifully on the side of the field to watch.
In the field, the boy swung his hoe over and over again to turn over the soil, using up all his strength with each stroke, but his speed was always at the same level as Zen Master Wu Xin, and not long after he swung it, he started to sweat profusely.
The soil was so hard that even he with the power of a dragon found it difficult, but Zen Master Wuxin was still very relaxed. His spiritual power seemed to be inexhaustible, and he surpassed him in a short while.
Fourteen-year-old Lin Xiaolu refused to admit defeat. He waved his hoe and began to dig up the soil. He also used the strength of Baji, the softness of Tai Chi, and the strength of Wing Chun. His movements were so fast that he was stunned. Come up.
Soon, the early morning sunlight fell and shone on the bodies of the old, the young, and the Buddha, casting a faint golden light on their bodies.
Shangguan Shiliu held his chin and watched with a smile, watching the unyielding young man sweating and working hard in the field.
It was not until an hour later that Lin Xiaolu and Master Wuxin finished turning the soil almost at the same time. The exhausted Lin Xiaolu collapsed directly in the soil and gasped for air.
Tired, so tired!
He hasn't felt so tired for a long time!
But fortunately, I didn't lose. I tied with Zen Master Wu Xin. Hehe, this is not bad.
"Master Wuxin, am I great?" the young man asked proudly.
"Amazing." Zen Master Wuxin did not hesitate to praise him, and praised: "Donor Xiaolu is strong and strong, which is rare in the world. He is worthy of being the disciple of Donor Li. From now on, he will accompany the poor monk to farm."
"ah?"
Lin Xiaolu sat up and blinked his big confused eyes in confusion:
"How long will it take to plant?"
"Plant until harvest next fall."
"I still need to practice."
"What is gong?"
"The merit is..." Lin Xiaolu choked up, his face turned red, and he couldn't answer.
The blind Zen Master Wu Xin held the hoe and said with a smile: "Donor Xiaolu, when you think about this problem, you will know that everything in this world, whether it is you, the poor monk, or Donor Li, Or it may be the mind, the Yi Jin Jing, or it may be a grain of rice, a leaf, a mountain, a lake, a river, a scorching sun, or a waning moon.
Everything in this world is an unexpected surprise, but it is also a reasonable necessity.
Therefore, these are all gong and Tao. "
Shangguan Shiliu on the side was curious: "Master Wuxin, do you mean to say that farming is the same as practicing Lu Zaizi?"
"Yes, but not entirely right."
Zen Master Wuxin smiled and said: "There are always more than one of the three thousand great ways. Whether it is martial arts, immortality, or farming, it is actually a special way in essence. There is no distinction between high and low, only the difference between what is applicable and what is not applicable." .
Farming is an elegant art, an art that represents the Chinese people's self-reliance and self-improvement throughout the ages. The poor monk believes that sometimes, farming is more magical than cultivating immortals.
Therefore, if the little deer donor wants to truly learn the mind, it is better to follow the poor monk to cultivate the land for a year, and then he will learn it naturally, because the monk who created this supreme Zen skill is cultivating the land year after year. Enlightened. "
"But is it so difficult to do what you want? I can do those moves, why do I still have to farm." Lin Xiaolu said unconvinced.
Upon hearing Lin Xiaolu's question, Wuxin did not answer directly, but asked a somewhat puzzling question.
"Can the little deer donor know how to write?"
"Yes, what's the big deal?" Lin Xiaolu said.
"Oh? How about the little deer donor and the poor monk competing to see whose handwriting is better?"
Lin Xiaolu:……(｡ì _ í｡)
In the field, Zen Master Wuxin picked up his hoe and walked back while saying hello with a smile:
"Little deer donor, noon has arrived, it's time to eat.
Today's meal includes rice, radish, cabbage, potatoes, yams, winter bamboo shoots, and taro.
These things, these grains, are so precious, because even someone as powerful as Daochang Li cannot create a true grain of rice out of thin air.
Therefore, a grain of rice, a green vegetable, and a piece of radish are the Tao, the Buddha, all things in nature, the universe, and the most beautiful miracle in this world~"
