The clouds and mist dispersed, and the moonlight shone between the houses, dripping a layer of faint white light.
The night breeze was slightly cool, and the old monk wearing a hundred-year-old robe stood quietly in the shadow of the house. The wind pulled his starched and white clothes and fluttered slowly.
Liang Qu did not relax his vigilance because of the old monk's words.
In the evening, except for big restaurants and big banks, ordinary people lie down to rest early, and beggars will not choose this time to come out to beg.
An old monk suddenly appeared and wanted to accept a disciple, which seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.
Furthermore, he couldn't see the old monk's energy at all. Ninety-nine percent of him was a master.
Liang Qu thought about it and said cautiously: "Why does Master want to accept me as his disciple?"
"All things are caused by fate."
The old monk held rosary beads in his hands and stared at Liang Qu. His eyes were black and white, as clear as a baby, far less turbid and yellow than the old man next door.
"The donor has the muscles of a dragon and the bones of a tiger. Lao Na has a method called "Diamond Sutra of Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger." It is practiced by ordinary people only for the sake of superiority. It is a top-notch method for the donor.
Lao Na observes that you are no longer as old as the weak crown. Within thirty years of practicing this method, you will reach the state of perfection and hope to reach the status of Arhat, which is the realm of martial sage in ordinary people's way. "
Liang Qu was speechless.
The monk is really good at talking big words. He says that he will reach the level of elephant in thirty years, and he is expected to become a martial artist. How about growing Chinese cabbage?
In the story, it was after falling off a cliff that he met the old man and learned martial arts.
I don’t even need to drop it, can I just run into it on the street?
But Liang Qu didn't expect to be able to see Wu Gu at a glance. He is a master who can talk big words and is not easy to offend.
Liang Qu declined politely: "He already has a master, so he is not allowed to worship anyone else. He has been a single disciple for three generations. He has no intention of becoming a monk. He is afraid of disappointing the master."
The old monk lowered his eyebrows and turned his rosary beads silently.
The night wind blew and there was silence.
Seeing that the old monk didn't speak, Liang Qu felt a little uneasy.
"In that case," the old monk raised his head again, "I'm not forcing it, but I've traveled far away and haven't eaten for two days. Can the donor please allow me to bother you for a while and give me a meal?"
Liang Qu was stunned.
To be honest, he was reluctant.
This old monk is too weird, but since it’s all about this, it’s not good if he doesn’t agree.
"It's all right. Master, follow me."
The old monk bowed: "Thank you so much, donor."
Liang Qu sighed in his heart and walked diagonally ahead, making sure that he could see the old monk's movements with his peripheral vision, and led him to open the door of the side cabin and enter the kitchen.
There was a small table in the kitchen, and Liang Qu brought a small mat for the old monk to sit down.
"Master, sit down first, I'll go get ready."
"good."
Liang Qu looked through the cabinet, found some vegetables and seasonings, and started a fire to cook.
In the middle of the night, the cook had already gone home to sleep. If he wanted to entertain the old monk, he had to cook a meal himself.
Speaking of which, this was the first time Liang Qu made a fire to cook after arriving here. Before hiring a cook, he always ate outside or in the martial arts studio.
Because I have never used an ancient stove, it is a bit unfamiliar, but it is not a serious problem.
Liang Qu added water and covered the lid. He turned around and saw the old monk holding a wooden board, picking up a piece of charcoal and writing on the board.
The wooden planks seemed to be left over from the construction of the house and doors. I don’t know when the old monk got them.
Liang Qu didn't dare to read what was written on it carefully. He just watched the food with his eyes, his nose and his heart. After the vegetable porridge was cooked, he took out a bowl and served it.
"Thank you, donor."
The old monk put his hands together and after praying, he took the bowl with one hand and handed the plate with the other.
"Master this is"
"The Diamond Sutra of Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger."
Liang Qu frowned and did not pick it up.
"I said, I have learned from you."
The old monk's shriveled face trembled, sticking to his bones, and he managed to squeeze out a smile: "There is no need to become a disciple, just treat it as a reward for fasting."
This monk
Liang Qu was very interested in this.
The old monk didn't seem to think that he was that dangerous, and he wasn't some lonely weirdo.
Within thirty years, he will surely enter the realm of perfection and hope to achieve Arhat status.
I have to admit, this sentence is quite curious, and if you just exchange it for a meal of vegetable porridge, it's almost like having sex for nothing.
Who doesn’t like free prostitution?
"Master, drink slowly."
Liang Qu put down the bowl and took the wooden board.
With a touch of his hand, the wooden boards spread out like a peacock spreading its tail.
The board was cut into dozens of thin slices!
What a profound skill!
The wooden door was not made of shabby wood. He used oak wood, which was hard and heavy.
I didn't see the old monk take out any sharp weapon, but he actually divided the wooden board into so many pages with just a pair of human hands.
Liang Qu lit the oil lamp beside the stove and looked carefully.
Each thin sheet is covered with words written in charcoal ash. The writing is vigorous and powerful, like a dragon or a snake swimming.
"A lady's body contains the internal organs inside, and the limbs and bones outside. The essence and spirit are inside, and the muscles, bones, and flesh are outside, which together form one body."
a while
The candlelight flickered. The more Liang Qu looked, the more he wanted to sleep. The more he looked, the more drowsy his mind became, and his eyes felt extremely sore.
This technique is mixed with a lot of Buddhist terminology and allusions, which is completely a blind spot for him.
What Liang Qu studied in the academy was mostly a subset of classics and history, humanities and history, and he also studied "Wan Sheng Bao Yuan", so he had some exposure to Taoist ideas, but he didn't understand anything about Buddhism at all.
I was able to read it after stumbling at first, but the things I didn't understand accumulated more and more, and I couldn't connect the front and back, and it was a mess starting from the second page.
Just judging from the intention of the opening chapter, it is indeed a skill that suits him very well. It also has some similarities with "Wan Sheng Bao Yuan" and can be practiced at both times.
It happened that the old monk finished his vegetable porridge and put down his bowl and chopsticks.
Liang Qu quickly took out a tea set, poured boiling water on it, poured a cup of good tea, and asked with a smile: "I wonder where the master comes from?"
"I have been traveling all over the world and have nowhere to settle. If I have to tell you, I have been wandering around Qingzhou for a long time, so I came from Qingzhou."
"Coming from Qingzhou?"
Liang Qu nodded, thinking it was a coincidence that he was a traveling monk. He took out the version of the Diamond Sutra of Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger.
"Master, I don't understand your technique. I've never heard of many of the things above. Can you explain it to me a little bit?"
The old monk smiled and said, "If you worship me as your teacher, you will naturally understand."
Feelings are waiting for you here.
Liang Qu was dumbfounded and asked again: "Is it too casual for the master to accept his disciples? He would accept me as his disciple after just one glance on the street? What if I am a person who does evil?"
"When you went out at three o'clock in the morning, I made observations. I saw, heard, and explored things along the way. You spent money to save people at the end of the year, gave porridge at the end of the year, killed mountain ghosts to protect the villagers, and never forgot to give alms after you became successful. I know everything and make my own decision."
The old monk's eyes were burning.
There are many martial bones in the world. Dragon sinew and tiger bones are not the best, but they are the ones he most hopes to encounter.
People choose their skills, and their skills choose their people.
The person who created the technique may not necessarily have extraordinary cultivation skills.
People with extraordinary cultivation may not necessarily be able to create techniques.
How difficult it is to find a technique that perfectly suits you.
The dragon tendons and tiger bones perfectly fit the Diamond Sutra of Subduing the Dragon and Subduing the Tiger!
This method is just superior to others, but to the muscles of a dragon and the bones of a tiger, it is the best!
What is even more commendable is that Liang Qu is willing to do charity.
Ordinary people are born with martial bones, and they can easily injure people's muscles and bones with a wave of their hands. No one can cure them, and they often develop a lawless nature.
Wealthy people are born with martial arts, and they are surrounded by stars, unable to understand the sufferings of the world.
After traveling for so long, the old monk thought of accepting a disciple for the first time.
Liang Qu felt a toothache after hearing this. Thanks to his good reputation, otherwise he wouldn't have had such an adventure today.
It was the first time I experienced the good news of pie falling from the sky.
It's just that he's not someone who would break his promise just for a piece of practice.
Once a teacher, always a father, how can a person go everywhere to recognize his father?
Anyway, I have the technique in my hand, so in the future I will read more Buddhist classics and study it myself.
Liang Qu shook his head, stopped forcing, picked up a cup of tea and asked casually.
"Master, what level are you at? It may be a bit presumptuous. If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."
"According to what ordinary people say, it is the perfect image."
"puff!"
Liang Qu spat out a mouthful of tea.
