"Junior Brother Wuyou, let me make a small bet with you. I bet that there is not Junior Uncle Mingchen in this cocoon."
"I'll also bet you two spiritual stones, Junior Brother Wuyou!"
"I only have one spiritual stone in my hand, so I'll bet one with Junior Brother Wuyou!"
As he spoke, the round-faced Wuyou already held more than a dozen spiritual stones in his hands. Seeing the excitement of many junior brothers, Wuyou sighed softly.
He smiled and said, "Wuyou thanks all the senior brothers for their support. When Wuyou reaches the Nascent Soul realm in the future, he will definitely recite sutras to all the senior brothers and dedicate them every day."
"Tch, it sounds like you have really defeated us. Let's wait for the cocoon to open."
"I see that the cocoon is getting bigger and bigger, and it is probably about to burst."
"Well, it's almost..."
...
At this moment, a gust of wind sounded, and the rolling cocoons left the ground from the square below the main hall and flew across the grass outside the mountain gate.
In just an instant, there was a "boom" sound, and the silkworm cocoon exploded in the air.
The cocoons made of leaves are scattered in the grass outside the mountain gate...
Li Ye, dressed in a gray coarse linen monk's robe, appeared on the stone steps beside the grass, with a few fine leaves stuck to his inch-long short hair.
The light gray face looked a little tired, probably because he had spent a lot of energy practicing outside the hall.
He looked at the monks standing outside the hall, with a hint of confusion in his clear eyes.
I just practiced the snow-cutting sword technique accidentally, but I didn't expect it to cause such a big reaction. Everyone stood on the railing under the main hall and looked at me like a monster.
Wuyou bent down and thanked his senior brothers who had bet on spiritual stones one by one, and trotted all the way to the square under the Grand Highness.
While running, he shouted: "Brothers, thank you Wuyou!"
A group of senior brothers standing beside the railing with their mouths open in a daze were so shocked that they could not speak for a long time.
"Isn't it true that Master Ming Chen can't practice cultivation and can only reach the state of gathering energy?"
"That's right. Even my master said that Master Mingfa cannot practice."
"This time I let my little junior brother Wuyou have some fun, and it's a big loss."
"Are you all brainless? Master Mingchen can't practice, but what he cultivates is the power of the physical body!"
"My God, the power of the physical body alone is so powerful!"
...
Although Li Ye was on the stone steps of the mountain gate, he heard the whispers of many monks under the eaves of the main hall.
Seeing Wuyou approaching gradually, he smiled, pointed at the monks under the main hall and said, "Wouyou, you actually broke the rules and gambled. Do you believe I told your master to go?"
Wuyou, with delicate features, stood in front of Li Ye, with his hands spread out, each holding four gray spiritual stones.
He looked at Li Ye laughing and said: "Uncle Mingchen, you have wronged me. They didn't believe that you were practicing and insisted on making a bet with me. I thought that you also need spiritual stones to practice, so I reluctantly I promised them, no, you will get half of the spiritual stone you win."
Li Yeming knew that Wuyou was talking nonsense, but he didn't bother to tell him off. He thought that you have already entered Buddhism, but you still can't see through it.
I still retain the greed in the secular world. As long as you are willing, I don't want to care about these things.
"Keep the spirit stone for yourself, I don't need it!" Li Ye thought to himself that the true energy in his Dantian could not circulate, and he could only sigh when he looked at the spirit stone.
Secondly, I still have a lot of spiritual stones in my space ring, so where can I see these few pieces?
He knew that he was just carrying the name of a junior master uncle, just a reputation in Prajna Temple.
An autumn wind blew in the mountains, and Li Ye, who was standing alone in the square, moved his monk's clothes...slowly: "Practice is not easy, everyone should leave."
"Uncle Mingchen has spoken. Let's all disperse."
Wuyou said: "Brothers on duty, please go back to work. I'll leave first."
Before he finished speaking, he quickly ran towards the back of the hall.
Li Ye looked at Wuyou's back and said calmly: "Wouyou, go to the Luohan Hall and face the wall for two days, otherwise I will find your master."
Wuyou, who had already run away, screamed strangely: "Uncle, you are so cruel."
Li Ye shook his head and thought to himself: "If you can run away, can the monk run away from the temple?"
While he was thinking about it, all the monks outside the hall had already fled, and only a faint scent of sandalwood spread out from the hall.
...
Li Ye looked down at the bamboo sword in his hand. After a moment of silence, he thought to himself: I have been practicing for more than three years from Tianshan Mountain to Prajna Temple. I wonder if I can chop off five snowflakes this winter? There will be at least four of them! "
I only learned a rough outline of the "Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand" taught by Bai Susu, but I couldn't learn the technique of turning in the air.
On the contrary, Mu Mu was dexterous in using it, and although she had practiced the Falling Leaf Sword Technique taught by her husband for a long time, she still couldn't master it. It seemed that she was not as smart as she thought.
The Mid-Autumn Festival will be here in a few days. I wonder if I will bring my wife and Mu Mu over first. If my husband doesn't come, will I go to Beipo Xuantian Temple for a walk?
Shaking his head, he thought to himself: The sixth level of my "Formless Dharmakaya" is the only one that can reach the highest level of cultivation. There are still some days left before reaching perfection. I don't know if I can reach perfection in winter.
It seems that I have to put the spirit back in and stay in the temple to practice.
He looked around at the clean ground in the square, and was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that it turns out that practicing swordsmanship can sweep the floor so clean. It seems that tomorrow I can practice swordsmanship and sweep the floor at the same time.
Not knowing the speed of his current practice, he remembered that the old monk at the Great Buddha Temple said that the sealed Dantian would not affect his practice.
It's just that he can't mobilize his body's vitality and breakthrough, but he can accumulate it. Li Ye very much hopes to one day break through the height of the forbidden one-day breakthrough.
He did not go to the main hall to see the monks, but returned to his small courtyard.
Recently, he has been thinking about the cultivation of the Formless Dharmakaya. It has been a long time since he started copying scriptures. He plans to quietly copy scriptures for a few days to cultivate his mind and nature.
Every movement and stillness is practice.
There are many masters in Prajna Temple, especially the elders who do not come out easily. They practice in seclusion every day.
There is no need to go to the main hall every day to do morning classes. Even though Li Ye has been here for more than a month, he has not seen them.
Li Ye held a wolf hair, stood at the table and looked intently at the rice paper spread on the table, and looked at the opened "Lotus Sutra" calmly.
At this moment, he looked more serious than when he was practicing. After thinking for a moment, he began to write on the light yellow paper. He decided to copy a volume of scriptures and give it to Brother Minghui.
Repay kindness in return, this is the teacher's teaching.
He did not choose sheep hair, but chose wolf hair from the beginning when he copied the scriptures. He controlled his strength extremely accurately, and unconsciously controlled the sword intention in his heart. Integrated into one stroke after another.
He always thought that Yang Hao was too gentle and could not express the vague sword intention in his heart.
"Writing with a goat's hair should be a girl's thing. A man's swing is like swinging a sword. Every movement and stillness must be powerful, so that the pen can follow my will. But holding the goat's hair, it feels soft and weak, just like... It’s as uncomfortable as if my Dantian cultivation was locked by an old monk.”
The teacher said that the scriptures he copied contained sword meaning, and Tang Qiuyu also said that his scriptures also contained sword meaning, but Li Ye could not feel the sword meaning in the scriptures he copied.
Perhaps neither Mr. nor Tang Qiuyu sees through ordinary viewing, nor through strokes, nor through spiritual consciousness.
In his opinion, both his husband and Tang Qiucun watched through intuition, otherwise he wouldn't be able to feel it himself. Is it true that bystanders know better?
Li Yexun thought that after he finished copying this scripture, he could ask Brother Minghui carefully, maybe he could tell him this truth.
...
He turned his head and looked at the sky in the direction of Dongxuan Territory. The originally cloudless sky was stained with ink, and a group of dark clouds shrouded it, losing the flavor of looking at the clouds and contemplating the clouds in the past.
The autumn wind is gradually picking up, and Fengyun City, which is close to Tianshan Mountain, is getting cooler. I wonder what kind of feelings my parents and sister Li Xiaoxue will have at home at this time.
As I walked, I thought, I have been away for nearly half a year, so I should send a letter to my parents. Tomorrow I have to ask Wuyou and the Zhike monk in the living room to see if the Buddhas at the foot of Fangcun Mountain have any inns leading to Fengyun City in Dongxuan Region.
If there is, then you will be able to contact your relatives at home. At least the concern in your heart will have a place to go, and it will not be like white clouds floating in the sky.
Holding the purple bamboo sword in his hand, he switched from his right hand to his left hand and gently held a sword flower in the wind. A look of satisfaction appeared on his light gray face.
From the glaciers in the Tianshan Mountains, to the wind and snow on the cliff outside the cave where Po Xu Monk practiced, he swung the sword with his left hand meaninglessly, and later practiced it consciously.
Unknowingly, the feeling of the sword in the left hand is the same as that of the right hand, and it feels like an arm when swiping it gently.
Thinking of his husband cutting off fifteen snowflakes with one sword on the Tianshan Mountains, Li Ye lowered his head and gently touched the bamboo sword in his hand, and whispered: "I can do it too."
Before he could close the door of the small courtyard, a burst of autumn rain fell from the sky.
Suddenly, a wave of autumn coolness hit me. I took a deep breath, opened the door of my room, took off my shoes and fell on the bed.
"After the new rain in the empty mountains, autumn comes later." The autumn rain at this time was like a spring rain pouring on Li Ye's heart, nourishing his long-suffering soul.
The swordsmanship that Tianshan practiced so hard has finally made some progress. This is a step forward that he has been looking forward to for a long time.
Unexpectedly, he met unexpectedly after a rain in Prajna Temple, which brought some small joy to his calm mood.
I was originally a book boy in Fengyun City. I was young and inexperienced. Just because of a limerick, I shocked the little princess in the general's palace. I was afraid that I would be bullied by her in the future, so I followed my husband to practice.
Finally, he spent two years in the Tianshan Mountains and became a young man practicing with a sword.
Looking at his slender fingers with thick calluses between them, he felt the subtle changes brought about by the sixth layer of the formless body.
At this time, he didn't have much expectations for practicing in the Nascent Soul Realm. Instead, he was secretly proud of his seemingly thin but already invulnerable body.
I wonder what amazing effects it will have if you practice to the sixth level of perfection.
At this time, Li Ye's bones had been branded with scriptures from the "Ksitigarbha Sutra", and his bones had changed from gray and white to light gold as he practiced.
If you look inwardly at yourself, will your mind be a level higher? Will this faint golden color be thicker?
The gentleman said that he has seen the threshold.
Fangcun Mountain is really a magical place where you can study Buddhism on the south slope.
Go to the North Slope to practice Taoism, as long as you have enough confidence.
Thinking that whether it is the south slope or the north slope, it is all close to Fangcun Mountain, and there are countless mysteries waiting for you to discover.
I thought that I had been infatuated before, but these days I have forgotten that the essence of infatuation is liking.
There is no false hope, and naturally there is no false disappointment. If you can practice the Falling Leaf Sword Technique, practice it. If it doesn't work, you can still use the Snow-cutting Sword Technique, as long as you like it.
If you like to do something, then stick to it, and one day you will reach that state.
Cutting off fifteen snowflakes with one sword? Maybe one day, I can kill seventeen flowers with one sword.
As long as there is a goal of practice, there will be endless motivation.
The next time they see Fatty Tang and Hu Ge, they may have mastered the last level of the Formless Dharmakaya to perfection, breaking through the restrictions that Mr. and the old monk had in their Dantian.
I don’t know what level I will reach at that time.
Lying in bed, he was thinking a lot, but he didn't expect that this was a very easy thing, but it made several childhood friends make mistakes again and again, and it was not until decades later that they were able to meet each other.
However, those things happened many years later. At the moment, he just wanted to clean the mountain gate and the square in front of the main hall, and carefully copy a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures.
Then on days when there is snow, he can practice his snow-cutting in peace.
I have already mastered Zhan Xue, and I only need to practice slowly year by year.
Using the skill of water grinding, I have accumulated my swordsmanship to the level of Mr.
The Master once said that there is no other skill in swordsmanship but proficiency.
Thinking of this, a proud smile appeared on Li Ye's face.
It turns out, I can do it too.
