In the early morning, I took a deep breath under the shade of the trees in the courtyard, and then closed my eyes tightly.
It was quite miserable for him to travel through time. He didn't have an old man with him, no system, and no invincible heels. He only had extraordinary skills and a photographic memory, so he could barely be considered a golden finger.
According to the old monk Wude, there are twelve realms in practice, namely, tranquility, self-cultivation, nourishment, copper skin, iron bones, jade tendons, earth-shattering, sea-shaking, heaven-shaking, all-appearing phenomena, heavenly movement, and freedom.
He practiced cultivation at the age of seven and is currently in the state of cultivating his nature at the age of eleven. Old monk Wude said that this state is the most difficult for Chen Chen because his mind is not calm, but Chen Chen doesn’t believe it.
then……
This card has been stuck for two and a half years, and it hasn't moved at all. It's stuck.
I wrote it this morning.
So in the early morning, when he was anxious, even the karmic fire between his eyebrows began to turn slightly pink, so the old monk Wude asked him to chant sutras and knock wooden fish in front of the Buddha every day to calm his mind.
Chen Chen guessed that this might be related to the fact that his soul was an adult. After all, if it was really a baby growing up in this temple that was almost isolated from the world, the first three realms would not be an obstacle at all.
But Ling Chen also knew that he was only a hair away from breaking through, but he couldn't find a way out and could only get stuck here.
If he can't find a way out, even if he has extremely strong bones, he will still be stuck in the cultivation state until he dies.
As for the breakthroughs in the first three realms, others cannot help, because everyone has their own standards, just like a joke, some people almost die from laughing, and some people feel nothing the same.
Those with lower standards may break through just by stretching in the morning, while those with higher standards...you know, just like in the early morning now.
So in the early hours of the morning, I had no choice but to choose Zama Steps and other movements, hoping to exhaust myself and then empty my mind to see if I could find a way out.
But the result is obvious...
More than an hour.
Chen Qing's forehead was covered with sweat while his eyes were closed, and his closed eyes were moving back and forth under his eyelids, which also showed that Qing Qing's heart was still restless and full of distracting thoughts.
"Chi'er, it's time to eat." An old voice came faintly.
Hearing the sound in the early hours of the morning, he opened his eyes, filled with anxiety and exhaustion. He lifted up the sleeves of his patched monk's robe and wiped the sweat from his face, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw the thick little casserole on the small table at a glance. He couldn't help but sigh sadly, with a look of rejection on his face.
"Master, there is no need to stew chicken soup every day, right? Besides, those medicinal materials are quite expensive."
"The chickens were brought by the hunters down the mountain, and the medicinal materials were collected in the mountains for the master. They didn't cost much." Old monk Wude, who closed his eyes tightly, explained softly.
"A pheasant costs thirty cents, right? Isn't that much money?" Ling Chen looked at the old monk in front of him speechlessly.
"It doesn't matter, I only have you as my disciple, so I have to be responsible for you, so hurry up and eat." Old monk Wude said softly.
Chen Chen sighed silently when he heard the words. This conversation happened almost every day, but the old monk Wude never gave up.
Even if the pheasant was bought with money, it was because of the death of the old monk Wude. Therefore, the old monk Wude had to kneel before the Buddha every day after meals until late at night to atone for his sins.
The old monk Wude, who has been a vegetarian all his life, has to endure the smell of meat every day to make chicken soup for him, which is very difficult for Ling Chen to accept.
The more he felt sorry for the old monk Wude, the more impatient he became, because after breaking through to the copper skin realm, the efficacy of medicinal food will be greatly weakened, unless it is extremely rare medicinal materials.
And as long as he breaks through to the copper skin realm, he won't need old monk Wude to make chicken soup for him every day.
but……
The more impatient you are, the less likely you are to break through.
Looking at the casserole in pain in the morning, I wanted to smash it to the ground, but I couldn't bear it because the temple was too poor.
We can barely have enough food and clothing. We grow or collect vegetables by ourselves, and pots and pans are all given by people in the village down the mountain.
Even in the early hours of the morning, I didn’t know where the thirty cents used to buy chickens every day by old monk Wude came from.
Thinking of this, Ling Chen sighed again, reached out and picked up the casserole and walked towards the yard, regardless of how hot it was.
Old Monk Wude couldn't smell the smell of meat, and eating it from a distance would make Old Monk Wude feel better.
"I forgot to take the rice." Wu De suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the bowl of brown rice that stood out from the table, and poured it directly into the casserole.
"Master, you..." Ling Chen's face turned even uglier, because even the brown rice stuck in his throat was very precious.
"Beware of arrogance and impetuosity, go ahead." Old monk Wude waved his hand, lowered his head and continued to eat the vegetarian dishes on the table.
In the early hours of the morning, I looked at the chicken soup and brown rice in the pot, and held the casserole in my hand so tightly that I almost broke it.
He hated himself more and more, hated his own incompetence, and even hated his identity as a monk.
If he and the old monk Wude were not monks, life would not be so difficult, and they would not be unable to share even good things.
In the early morning, the color of the Karmic Fire between my eyebrows seems to have become a little darker.
Old monk Wude raised his head as if he was aware of it, glanced at Qingchen, but did not speak, and then lowered his head to eat.
He has long known that there is something wrong with Chen Chen's character. He has been frightened by Chen Chen's intelligence since he was a child. Not only that, Chen Chen has been very indifferent to other things since he was a child.
Eat, if you have something to eat, it’s fine, if you have something to wear, it’s okay if you have something to wear, and if you have something to live in, it’s okay, everything is fine as long as you have it, if you don’t have it, it doesn’t matter.
It seemed that Chen Chen was not interested in anything. Wu De knew from that time that if one person was not good, Chen Chen's attitude towards human life would be the same in the future.
But he couldn't interfere too much, otherwise it would be counterproductive. He could only try his best to lead Qing Chen on the right path.
But now it seems that even if they don't interfere too much, they are starting to go astray, and the reason is just because they feel sorry for him.
This gave even the well-informed old monk Wude a headache. He didn't know what to do. Is it really possible to cultivate a demonic monk who would bring disaster to the world?
In the early hours of the morning, I didn’t know what the old monk Wude was thinking. He just complained about his incompetence in his heart, while mechanically stuffing everything in the casserole into his mouth, chewing it up and swallowing it regardless.
After eating in large gulps, I picked up the empty casserole in the early hours of the morning, bowed to Wude and walked outside.
There is no water in the temple, because there is not even a tank to hold water, but fortunately there is a stream not far from the temple, and you have to go there to wash and drink water.
As he was walking, he suddenly stopped in the early hours of the morning, his nose twitching slightly. He vaguely smelled the smell of blood, and the direction it came from was probably the other side of the creek.
But his position at this time was at least two to three hundred meters away from the creek. The smell of blood could be smelled from such a distance, which showed what the scene was like by the creek.
There was some hesitation in the early morning. Such a strong smell of blood was definitely not caused by predators hunting in the mountains. Except for carnivorous animals such as crocodiles that live in the water, they rarely hunt near the water.
And even if they were hunting, it would not cause such a strong smell of blood. The only explanation is that people died there, and it was definitely not just one or two.
There was some hesitation in the early hours of the morning. Although he had become a monk, he was not a rigid monk at heart, and he did not want to meddle in such nosy matters.
Not to mention the danger, it is also easy to implicate Old Monk Wude. Although I don't know how strong Old Monk Wude is, I think that at such an old age, I am afraid that his strength is not even ten percent.
If he attracts attention, both he and the old monk Wude will be in danger.
But even though he thought so in his heart, he didn't move his feet in the early hours of the morning, and the battle between heaven and man continued in his head.
Go, don’t go, go, don’t go.
