In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Wuxin Temple is located in a valley called Qinglu Mountain. Its location is hidden and little known. Except for the villagers at the foot of the mountain, few people know about it. Even the villagers, they only know that there is an unknown ancient temple on the mountain. Neither Bodhisattvas nor Buddhas are worshiped in the temple. There is only one old monk living with a handsome young monk, and they don't know their identities at all.

As for Wuxin Temple, according to Wugou himself, no more than 20 people are known in the entire Divine Land.

After all, he has lived here with his master since he was a child. Although he also practiced, he never used spiritual methods. He studied Buddhism, carried water, and grew vegetables every day like ordinary people. Sometimes the master would act as a barefoot doctor and go down the mountain to help The villagers healed a disease or something.

Wugou said proudly that Master's medical skills are as profound as Buddhism, and he once cured countless intractable diseases for the villagers with a few silver needles.

At this moment, Lin Xiaolu, Shangguan Shiliu, Shuai Shuai Ya, Liu Yuniang and others followed Wugou and Wuxin Zen Master to the so-called Wuxin Temple.

And this ancient temple hidden in the bamboo forest deep in the mountains, the first impression it gave these young people was that it was broken!Too broken!

Almost the whole temple is built with bamboo and clay, there is not even a plaque, let alone the image of the Bodhisattva, if it is not mentioned, no one would think that this is a temple.

"Zen Master Wuxin, so you are really so poor." Lin Xiaolu smacked his lips and sighed.

Looking at the Wuxin Temple in front of him, he thought of the Amitabha Law Temple in the Tang Dynasty. In comparison, those temples where the fake monks lived were very resplendent and magnificent. Man, but Zen Master Wuxin is a cultivator at any rate, but the Wuxin Temple where he lives is so dilapidated that those who don't know it think it is a beggar's nest.

A few young people looked around curiously around the temple, while Zen Master Wuxin smiled and said: "Several little benefactors sit down for a while, and the poor monk is going to prepare a vegetarian meal for you."

After speaking, he asked Wugou to show them around, and then went alone to the vegetable field behind the bamboo forest to pick up vegetables.

Seeing Zen Master Wuxin leave, Lin Xiaolu immediately pulled Wugou and said excitedly: "Wugou, take me to see Yijin Jing and Xinyiba, I want to see what kind of awesome martial arts it is."

Wugou was held by him, his face was reddish, he struggled for a while but didn't break away, he could only softly say: "Master Xiaolu, please come with me."

Shangguan Shiliu and the others also followed curiously, and under the leadership of Wugou, the group came to a wooden building dedicated to storing books.

"Crack."

The wooden door opened, and when you entered the building, you saw rows of bookshelves.

"Most of the books are in the master's ring. The books here are basically miscellaneous books on pharmacology, meridians, martial arts, and astrology."

While rummaging through the bookshelves, Wugou introduced: "Master likes to read, so he has a lot of books in his collection. He reads books from almost every direction."

Lin Xiaolu picked up a book curiously, flipped through two pages, and found that the things written on it were difficult and obscure, and he couldn't understand them at all.

"Wugou, isn't your master blind, how does he read?" Lin Xiaolu asked.

Wugou said with a smile: "Master is not blind, it's just that in the past two years, in order to practice Zen, he has started to close his eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind, and use his heart to perceive everything in the world, karma and reincarnation, in pursuit of knowing everything but knowing nothing. realm."

Shuai Shuai Duck nodded his head when he heard this:

"I've heard that this is the legendary realm where unintentional is better than intentional."

"The duck benefactor is right." Wugou took a few people up to the second floor, continued to rummage through the books, and said with a smile, "Master is very powerful, whether it is medical skills or Buddhism, he is the person I admire most."

As he spoke, he found a gray booklet from the bookshelf.

"Little deer benefactor, this is the mind of the supreme Zen skill."

Lin Xiaolu was overjoyed when he heard this, and took the brochure excitedly, while Shangguan Shiliu followed him curiously to look around.

Lin Xiaolu flipped open the book and found that the content was a bit deep, and she couldn't understand it, so she was going to study it slowly, and then continued to ask: "Where is the Yi Jin Jing?"

"it's here."

Wugou raised his finger and pointed to a bookshelf full of bamboo slips, and said with a smile: "All the bamboo slips on this bookshelf are Yi Jin Jing."

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Lin Xiaolu was dumbfounded.

The bookshelf in front of him was taller than others, and the bamboo slips piled up on it were densely packed, at least hundreds of volumes.

And this is actually the Yi Jin Jing?

He had never seen any martial art that required so many bamboo slips to be written!

Lin Xiaolu stepped forward in a daze, took out a roll of bamboo slips, opened it, and... couldn't understand it.

I can't understand the first sentence!

Good guy, I can barely understand Xinyi, but I just can't understand Yi Jin Jing at all!

I saw the first sentence on the bamboo slips read: Seeing is not seeing, and ignorance has never ceased.Dao eyes are not shrewd, eyebrows are not on the ground.

Eyebrow?How did the eyebrows fall to the ground?Cut the eyebrows?Do you still need to cut your eyebrows to practice?This Yi Jin Jing is too self-willed, why doesn't it allow itself to cut eyebrows in other places?

Lin Xiaolu couldn't understand, Shangguan Pomegranate also looked at it curiously, and then she covered her head and said that she had a headache.

Seeing that Lin Xiaolu's eyes crossed when he looked at the bamboo slips, Wugou smiled shyly:

"Fawn benefactor, do you like it?"

Lin Xiaolu: ...

"Wugou, can your master understand what is written on it?" Lin Xiaolu who was holding a bamboo slip asked expectantly.

But to his despair, Wugou shook his head.

"Master doesn't understand martial arts, and he can only understand half of the Yi Jin Jing. The master said that what is recorded in the Yi Jin Jing seems to be a combination of body cultivation techniques, qi-inducing mind methods, and martial arts concepts. Among them, the master can understand the meridians, acupuncture points, and tendons in the human body, and he has benefited a lot from his own medical skills, but he has only a half-knowledge of martial arts and the method of guiding true energy. After all, the master is not a warrior. "

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu was stunned instantly, and shouted angrily:

"Then what should I do? I finally came here, but I couldn't understand it. Zen Master Wuxin couldn't teach me."

He flipped through several scrolls of bamboo slips, but found that the content on them was more difficult to understand than the other, not to mention the plain meaning, he couldn't even recognize all the words, and it hurt his head just reading it.

"Stag, why are you panicking, Miss Ben can study with you." Shangguan Pomegranate at the side gloated.

Lin Xiaolu was getting angry, seeing Shangguan Pomegranate still laughing at him, he immediately glared at the girl in floral dress.

"If you bother me again, believe it or not that I will wipe poop on your head?"

Shangguan Shiliu rolled her eyes arrogantly when she heard the words, folded her arms and hummed.

Not long ago, in front of the bookshelf, the grief-stricken young man held the bamboo slips and wailed loudly, crying with snot and tears. He was too sad, sitting on a treasure mountain and couldn't take it, which was really true for a martial idiot like him. is unacceptable.

And when he was crying so much that he was about to pass out, the handsome duck who glanced at the bamboo slips suddenly opened his mouth.

"Boss, if you don't understand, I can help you."

"Wow...!"

Lin Xiaolu stopped crying, then looked at Shuai Shuai Ya with tears in his eyes.

Shangguan Shiliu also looked over curiously, his beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

"Duck, can you understand the words on it?"

On the bamboo floor of the wooden building, the handsome duck smiled mysteriously:

"If there is a book that even a duck can't understand, it only means that this book was not written for people to read."