Little monk Zhaoming stretched out his hand and carefully took the Zen staff.
First, he closed his eyes and felt the weight, then carefully looked at the natural lotus pattern on it, stretched out his hand to touch it gently, and finally turned his attention to the line of small words at the end of the Zen staff - all dharma arise due to causes and conditions.
After seeing these six children, he was suddenly stunned, and then murmured, "Is this... really his thing?"
"Whose thing is it?" Lu Jing asked.
"A senior." Young Monk Zhaoming's tone was unprecedentedly respectful.
"Is it a certain eminent monk from Xuankong Temple?"
"No, if the young monk's prediction is correct, this Zen staff should be the weapon of Master Honglian. Master Honglian is a strange person in our Buddhist sect, his common name is Liu Mi. He had eye disease when he was born and cannot see. However, he is very smart and He has the talent of never forgetting what he has heard.
"On weekdays, I listen to the monks from the temple next door doing morning prayers and singing Buddhist Dharma. I have learned the truth without a teacher. When Master Huide of the West Hall of Xuankong Temple came to my door, I discussed the Dharma with him. I was only fourteen years old at the time. It's hard to tell the difference between Liu Mi and Liu Mi.
"Master Huide therefore cherished his talents and wanted to take Liu Mi back to the temple, but the latter flatly refused, saying that none of the monks in the Xuankong Temple could be his master.
"Master Huide was angry at his arrogance and left. However, after returning to the temple, he often thought of Liu Mi's intelligence and felt regretful. When he passed by his house three years later, he heard that Liu Mi would soon die. He left home and went into the nearby mountains alone.
"It has been three years since I found a cave, meditated, meditated, and understood the Dharma. Master Huide heard that there were many ferocious beasts in the mountain, and Liu Mi couldn't see, so he couldn't help but worry.
"So he decided to go into the mountains to look for him. He searched for seven or forty-nine days in a row. On the last day when he was about to give up, Master Huide suddenly saw wild beasts in the mountains moving, and they were running somewhere together with the birds on the trees.
"Master Huide was moved, so he chased a wild boar and ran together to a cave. He saw hundreds of beasts prostrate there, and a golden light suddenly appeared in the cave.
"After a while, Liu Mi walked out, smiled at Master Huide and clasped his hands in salute. Master Huide was shocked when he saw this, and asked Liu Mi, has your eye disease been cured?
"Liu Mi nodded. Not long after I entered the mountain, I was injured by a wild beast. I was collecting medicine to treat the injury, but I accidentally found something that cured my eye disease.
"Master Huide was also very happy for Liu Mi when he heard this, and sighed that it was a good thing you didn't follow me back to Xuankong Temple, otherwise your eyes would not be restored to life.
"Unexpectedly, Liu Miqu said, if the master had not argued with me, I would not have had the desire to enter the mountain. Therefore, my eyesight is good because of the master. This is the karma of all things.
"The two then looked at each other and smiled, and their grudges were gone. Liu Mi asked Master Huide to ordain him, named himself Honglian, and converted to Buddhism.
"Brother Lu, the Zen staff in your hand is also made from a piece of meteorite iron that Master Honglian found in the mountain. It naturally has a lotus-like pattern. Master Honglian likes it very much."
After a pause, the young monk Zhaoming continued, "Master Honglian was born in a martial arts family. He has extraordinary skills and hates evil. Therefore, in his early years, he acted like a angry-eyed Vajra, often sacrificing his life for righteousness.
"But in his later years, his understanding of Buddhism became more profound, and he became humble and peaceful. He traveled around and lectured on sutras. I heard from the young monk's master that Master Honglian came to Xuankong Temple to teach Dharma three times. The first time At that time, he was just a young novice monk and was deeply inspired.
"The second time, the young monk's master was already the master of the hall, and he still gained a lot. But the third time, the young monk's master personally went to invite him after he became the abbot. He originally wanted to tell the monks in the temple, but he didn't expect that in the end On the contrary, it was Master himself who gained the most.
"Therefore, Master often laments to us that Master Honglian is the most eminent person in our Buddhist sect. It is a pity that the young monk was born late and did not get to see the elegance of an expert.
"Master Honglian was a free and easy man. He never had a disciple in his life. Before his death, he compiled a book of his insights into Buddhism over the years and gave it to Master Miaozhen. However, after that, the temple sent someone to sort out his belongings, but nothing happened. He discovered that the Zen stick he had always carried was missing.
"I didn't expect that it was taken away by a strange thing." Little Monk Zhaoming couldn't help but sigh a little when he said this, "Thanks to Brother Lu, this staff can now see the light of day again, and when this Zen staff falls into your hands, it actually answers the question." All things are caused by causes and conditions."
Lu Jing heard that Young Master Zhaoming's last words seemed to have something else in mind, and asked, "What do Young Master Zhaoming mean by these words?"
"The young monk observes Tianji Bang. The martial arts practiced by Brother Lu is a stick technique called the Crazy Demon's One Hundred and Eight Staffs, right?"
"That's right." Lu nodded.
"The Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staffs is a martial art created by Master Honglian in his early years. The young monk has also mentioned before that Master Honglian comes from a martial arts family. Not only is he superb in Buddhism, he is also excellent in martial arts.
"He learned this martial arts based on the principles taught in the Buddhist scriptures and combined with his family's martial arts. He has relied on this martial arts to fight fiercely with several first-rate masters of magic without losing."
"Huh?" Lu Jing was a little puzzled and couldn't help but said, "This martial arts isn't that powerful."
He had already mastered the Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staffs to a great level, so Lu Jing felt that he still had some say in this aspect.
This martial art is indeed very suitable for people like him who don't need to conserve internal energy. However, it still makes sense for it to be classified as fifth grade by Duobao Pavilion.
In addition to the shortcomings of excessive internal energy consumption and long-term accumulation of energy, the moves are not very sophisticated.
Lu Jing's previous battles were more about overwhelming others with force.
As for the top sects such as Xuankong Temple, Xijian Pavilion, and Yunshui Jingci Pavilion, the secret techniques of the Zhen sect can basically defeat the strong with skill, and the weak can defeat the strong.
This is also the reason why Juexue is called Juexue.
According to the young monk Zhaoming, when the Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staffs were in the hands of Master Honglian, even if it was not a unique skill, it was almost at the level of a sub-special skill. Otherwise, how could he have blocked so many magic masters with one enemy? siege.
Lu Jing couldn't figure it out and asked little monk Zhaoming. The latter also had a confused look on his face and scratched his head.
"The young monk just came here to pay homage to the relics of the senior monk. The young monk really doesn't know much about the stick technique. Besides, the Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staffs are not the martial arts of the Xuankong Temple. The young monk can't give any advice to Brother Lu."
Lu Jing knew that the child was telling the truth, so he didn't embarrass Zhao Ming anymore.
The latter had settled something on his mind. Seeing that the night was getting dark, he didn't intend to stay with Lu Jing for any longer. He was about to leave when he suddenly saw something rushing towards his face from the roof.
As the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation of Xuankong Temple, little monk Zhaoming was naturally very skilled, so he subconsciously waved his fist to face the thing.
However, when he saw the thing clearly, he quickly turned his fists into palms, gathered his strength, and tried to catch the opponent.
However, Lu Jing on the side moved faster and grabbed the black cat's neck.
