The old man looked at Watson and liked it more and more. He smiled and said, "My peacock feather looks like a powerful weapon, but in fact it is also about confidence. If you don't have confidence, even if you hold the magic sword in your hand, it won't work."
When Watson heard this, he couldn't help but think of his demon-conquering sword.
She thought to herself that she was just carrying him as a tool for body tempering, and she never expected to meet the little monk under the abyss.
Setting four restrictions on the sword allows me to kill demons with the two gods in my hand. Doesn't this give me confidence?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but frown.
The old man was stunned, looked at him and said, "You have something on your mind. What makes you sad?"
Watson shook his head. He was actually thinking of his parents. He didn't expect that after all these years, there was no news about his parents. Even if he asked his sister, she didn't know.
Thinking of this, Watson sighed and said, "It's nothing, I just miss my parents."
The old man nodded: "Finish the things here first, and then go out to find them."
Watson thought that it was so simple. After solving the trouble in Yunqi Temple, he was afraid that he would have to return to the southern border of the Five Regions first.
From now on, my parents in this life will probably meet each other in dreams.
"I'd better continue telling the story of the ten cents." Watson shook his head and said softly.
…
Not long after that, when summer arrived, Shopkeeper Wang’s new house was completed. Shopkeeper Wang bought a lot of wine and food to celebrate.
And Watson also learned from his father that the family in the town who was interested in Shopkeeper Wang's drug store left the town overnight after getting the bandit's lair and being taken away.
I have traveled far away from home and never dare to return to this place.
At the wine table, Shopkeeper Wang looked at Feng Zhongjian and said, "I've caused you a lot of trouble this time. I'll pay you back slowly in the future." After saying this, he couldn't help but take out a handkerchief to wipe the corners of his eyes. tears.
Feng Zhongjian put a large piece of meat into his bowl and said, "Today is a happy day. Come and have a sip of wine. It doesn't matter to me."
Ruimeng looked at him and smiled and said, "Shopkeeper Wang, if you receive a hundred-year-old elixir in the future, you must keep it for the traditional students in my family."
Shopkeeper Wang wiped away his tears and said, "Don't worry, I'll keep this in mind."
As the summer heats up, after the incident at Wang's Pharmacy, Feng Zhongjian finally makes up his mind to send Watson to Yunqi Temple to practice Buddhism.
The couple gave up their business in the small town and traveled around the world to find elixirs for their son. They were not relieved that they could not embark on the path of spiritual practice.
Just like Shopkeeper Wang at the North Gate, even if he wants to run a business honestly, people will miss him.
Such a thing must never happen to his own son.
After settling everything at home, one morning, Feng Zhongjian quietly left the town with Watson.
Instead of taking the mountain road they came on, they took a different path and went straight down.
Before noon, we arrived at the Youshui River and took a passing boat upstream.
Watson was naturally very excited as he took a boat ride for the first time.
Watching the river rushing back, Watson, who was sitting on the bow of the boat, held on to the side of the boat and asked, "Dad, are we going to Yunqi Temple?"
"Since the academy can't do anything about your strange disease, let's try it in Buddhism. Master Liaochen is an old friend of mine." Feng Zhongjian looked at the river and said calmly.
"Go to Qi Temple. I heard my mother told me about that place. Will they shave off my hair and make me a monk?"
At this time, Watson thought of his sister and thought that he would have to take care of her in the future. Can't he become a monk?
Feng Zhongjian was stunned, touched his head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will tell Master Chen?"
Watson nodded and said firmly: "Did mother say that after Watson goes to Yunqi Temple, she will travel around the world with her father?"
"We originally wanted to live in seclusion in a small town, but with you acting like this, how can we stay?"
Feng Zhongjian said calmly: "Your sister went to Phoenix Mountain and was taken care of by her master."
"I can rest assured that you have gone to Yunqi Temple and have Master Chen. In the days to come, your mother and I will travel to every corner of the world to find a magic medicine that can cure your strange disease."
Watson gritted his teeth and said, "Then what should I do if I miss you?"
His heart was cut by a sword in the wind, and he could never find a word to comfort his son. After thinking for a long time, he choked out a sentence: "There are some truths, let your master teach you."
Watson nodded and asked, "It seems that I will ask the old monk to be my master this time?"
The wooden boat went all the way up and arrived at Baihua Town when it was getting dark.
Feng Zhongjian carried the sleeping Watson on his back, climbed the stairs, and walked toward the brightly lit town.
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Early the next morning, after the two had breakfast, Feng Zhongjian called a carriage, and the father and son got on the carriage and headed towards Yunqi Temple.
The carriage ran on the official road for a whole day and finally arrived at Xiushui Town.
Watson, who got off the carriage, couldn't help but ask: "Dad? Where are we?"
The Sword in the Wind did not stop. He took Watson's hand and walked up the mountain. He said calmly: "This is Xiushui Town under Yunqi Temple. I will take you to see the Buddha in the mountain."
"Where is the Buddha?" Watson asked softly without knowing the reason.
"Buddha is at Yunqi Temple! He'll be there in a minute." The sword in the wind first pulled Watson away, but later seeing that Watson was walking too slowly, he simply carried him all the way up.
After carrying Watson on his back, the sword in the wind moved much faster, and within an hour he could see the golden dome of the main hall of Yunqi Temple.
After entering the mountain gate and walking forward, I saw a narrow valley in front of me, with a huge stone leaning against the stone wall, like a natural barrier.
The stone plaque at the mountain gate is engraved with three characters: Yunqi Temple.
"Dad, it turns out this is Yunqi Temple!" Watson muttered softly.
"That's right, you will practice here from now on." Feng Zhongjian turned his head and looked at him and asked, "When we are away, will you miss your mother and sister?"
Watson nodded. "Of course I did."
The Sword in the Wind looked up at the three words on the stone and explained to Watson: "When you walk to the waterless place and sit and watch the clouds rise, it is about your current situation. Don't give up when you encounter difficulties in the future. Do you understand?" "
"What does it mean to go to a dead end?" Watson was a little confused.
"When you reach the end of the water, you are in the same situation as you are now. You have taken a lot of elixirs and stayed in the academy for half a year, but you still can't gather your energy."
The Sword in the Wind patiently explained to his son.
"So what does it mean to sit and watch the clouds rise? Does it mean that after Watson practices Buddhism, he can gather energy?" Watson seemed to understand somewhat.
Feng Zhongjian looked at him and nodded: "Yes, that's what I mean. From now on, you must practice Buddhism with Master."
"Then I will definitely practice hard with Master." Watson said with a smile, "When I see my father and mother next time, Watson will definitely be even better than my sister."
The two of them continued in, and when they reached the bottom of the cliff where there was a line of sky between the rocks, they saw a stone wall carved on the side of the road with a large character that made Watson unable to express his feelings.
The font is a variant. The entire word is painted with a layer of green paint, and there are a few lines of small words below it, giving people a mysterious and weird feeling.
"Can you recognize what these characters are?" Feng Zhongjian looked up at the big characters on the stone wall.
Watson raised his head and looked at it carefully for a long time, then looked at the sword in the wind and said softly: "Is this the character for mountain? It looks like the character for shore."
Feng Zhongjian looked back at him, smiled and said, "Look carefully, there are four characters in total."
Watson shook his head, indicating that he did not recognize it.
Feng Zhongjian looked at him and smiled thoughtfully: "These four words are "green mountains and sea coast", which are actually the same word. "
Watson stared for a long time and said, "I only saw two words."
The two of them continued to look at the small characters under the big characters.
Watson, who was approaching, looked at the small words on the stone wall and couldn't help but whisper softly: "Be kind to yourself, be kind to others, be kind to everyone, and we will reach the other side together."
"Yes, I think your master will definitely like my son." Feng Zhongjian looked at him with a smile to show his appreciation.
"Isn't this a poem that teaches people to row a boat? Dad, don't you think so?" Watson grinned.
Feng Zhongjian looked at him and was stunned, and then replied after a while: "How could it be just rowing?"
Watson pointed at the words on the stone wall and said with a smile: "Everyone is kind and will reach the other side together. Isn't it just that people can row well so that they can reach the shore?"
The Sword in the Wind stopped Watson in his tracks. He looked at him blankly and was speechless for a long time.
"Amitabha, how wonderful! This little donor explained so wonderfully!" While the two were in a stalemate, a kind voice sounded from behind.
When the two of them turned around, they saw an old monk standing behind them at some unknown moment.
"Master, good luck." Feng Zhongjian saluted the old monk.
Following the example of Sword in the Wind, Watson also bowed to the monk.
"I heard the master's praise just now. What do you mean?" Feng Zhongjian looked at the old monk and asked quietly.
The old monk looked at the two of them and smiled: "Because he is him and you are you."
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That night, Watson kowtowed three times to his master in the old monk's Buddhist hall, and after serving tea, he became Chen's only disciple.
It was also this night that Sword in the Wind entrusted Watson to Master Chen and told the old monk about Watson's strange illness.
The old monk advised the father and son not to be impatient and let Watson stay and learn Buddhism from him first.
After listening to Watson's story in the academy, the old monk looked at him and said quietly: "There are no mortals in Yunqi Temple. Before you can no longer practice, you must learn from your brothers to chop firewood in the back mountain."
Watson was dumbfounded when he heard this, thinking that the academy was forcing him to do handyman work, so he ran back to the town.
Unexpectedly, when I arrived at Yunqi Temple, I had to cut firewood again. What was the difference between this and the academy?
The old man Shang noticed Watson's confusion and smiled: "Watson, ask your dad, what's the difference between doing business in a small town and cutting firewood?"
Watson was stunned, looked at his father and asked, "Dad, is that true?"
Feng Zhongjian smiled slightly: "When it comes to the suffering of the world of mortals, it is naturally a bit more painful than chopping wood in the temple. Watson, don't compare yourself to the academy. You should practice Buddhism with your master."
Watson nodded thoughtfully, looked at Ling Chen and asked, "Master, will this disciple one day be able to sit and watch the clouds rise?"
When Liao Chen heard this, he immediately stroked his beard and laughed. He looked at the father and son and said with a smile, "The day you climb Wentian Peak will be the day you sit back and watch the clouds rise."
Feng Zhongjian was shocked when he heard this. He immediately stood up and followed Chen Yi to the ground. He sincerely praised: "Monk is compassionate."
The old monk looked at Watson and said: "Cease doubt and create faith. As long as you believe you can do it, you will definitely be able to do it. I am waiting for the day when you sit down and watch the clouds rise."
That night, Watson, who had never been exposed to Buddhism, learned the first principle of Buddhist practice from his master.
For him, it was the first time he heard the truth that eliminated doubts and gave rise to faith.
Looking at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar, Watson nodded, looked at the sword in the wind and said, "Don't worry, Dad, when you come back from your wandering with your mother, Watson will definitely be able to climb to the top of Wentian Peak."
Master Liaochen smiled and said: "Cutting off doubts and generating faith is the best way to win. Only two wisdoms are used to cut off doubts and generate trust. Generate trust and cast off doubts. In fact, the two wisdoms are wonderful skills. I believe you can defeat yourself."
The Sword in the Wind thought for a moment and looked at Watson and said, "Remember, the person you want to defeat is not me, nor your sister. You have to defeat yourself."
Watson took a deep breath and said, "I want to try."
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