In those years, the cultivators we cut together

That night, the dark night penetrated through the clouds and gently enveloped the wooden attic, as if it was covered with a thin layer of black gauze. On the windows of the attic illuminated by orange oil lamps, there was always a picture of a boy. And the shadow of Shuai Shuai Duck.

Shuai Shuai Ya disassembled the difficult Yi Jin Jing bit by bit, crushed it and taught it to the 14-year-old boy in front of him. Fortunately, the boy has a good understanding and is willing to put his heart into it. It took a whole night in a daze Time to understand some of it.

It was also from this moment that the boy understood a truth.

Whether it is a warrior or a cultivator, the basic knowledge should not be too bad, otherwise even if there are good cheats in front of you, you will not be able to learn them.

He thinks Shuai Shuai Duck is a very knowledgeable duck, and he should ask it more in the future. After all, Mr. Yang in the school said that there is no priority in learning, and those who have achieved it are teachers, and people still have to have a humble heart. Yes, you must understand the truth of not being ashamed to ask.

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The next day, after breakfast, Lin Xiaolu carried a hoe and followed Zen Master Wuxin to a field behind the bamboo forest. The idle Shangguan Pomegranate followed behind them with his little hands behind his back.

"Hua Die, you are so annoying, you follow me wherever I go, do you want to follow me when I shit later?"

"Hmph, Miss Ben is happy, it's up to you."

"Master Wuxin, you said that we are carrying a hoe right now, why don't we bury the butterflies with our hands, and that's doing justice for the heavens."

Along the way, Wuxin found it interesting to hear the quarrel between the boys and girls, and couldn't help showing a smile on their kind faces.

It has been a long time since Wuxin Temple has been so lively.

Soon, the three of them came to the frozen field, and Wuxin, who was dressed in a patched cassock, rolled up his sleeves and was about to dig the soil, but Lin Xiaolu laughed with a hoe on his shoulder: "Master, there is only such a small place, I will use it." A hand planer can finish the work very quickly, I have great strength, look at me."

After finishing speaking, the boy swung the hoe neatly and hit the dirt.

"when!"

Lin Xiaolu was startled when it sounded like the clash of iron objects.

The hoe I wielded left only a shallow mark on the soil!

What strength do you have?Unable to dig the soil!

"Master, you, what kind of soil are you, so hard?" The boy was surprised.

Unintentional smile:

"The soil is the spiritual soil of the earth, and the hoe is the hoe."

Zen Master Wuxin rolled up his sleeves, then raised his hoe and waved it, and his body immediately burst into spiritual power, shattering the frozen soil that was comparable to gold and stones, and dug out a small hole.

"The little deer benefactor, the poor monk uses spiritual power, you use force, half of this land is for one person, let's compete?"

As soon as he heard about the competition, Lin Xiaolu's unyielding temper immediately came to light. He said "Hello" excitedly, and then he rolled up his sleeves like he was careless, swung his hoe vigorously, and dug up a piece of soil with all his might.

"How about it, master, my martial strength is quite powerful, right?" the young man smiled.

Zen Master Wuxin nodded with a smile: "The little deer benefactor is really good, so... the competition begins?"

"it is good!"

As soon as the words fell, the old and the young began to wield their hoes vigorously to dig the soil, while Shangguan Pomegranate squatted on the side of the field ridge to watch.

In the field, the young man swung the hoe again and again to turn the soil, and each time he used his strength, but the speed was always equal to that of Zen Master Wuxin, and he began to sweat profusely after waving it for a long time.

The soil is so hard that even he who bears the power of a flood dragon feels it is difficult, but Zen Master Wuxin is still very relaxed, his spiritual power seems to be inexhaustible, and he surpassed him in a short while.

The 14-year-old Lin Xiaolu refused to admit defeat. He waved his hoe and continued to dig the soil. He used all the strength of Baji, the softness of Taiji, and the strength of Wing Chun. His movements were so fast that he caught up with him in a daze. .

Soon, the morning sun set and shone on the bodies of the old, the young, and the Buddha together, casting a faint golden light on the bodies of the two.

Shangguan Pomegranate watched with a smile on his chin, watching the unyielding young man sweating and working hard in the field.

And until an hour later, Lin Xiaolu and Zen Master Wuxin finished digging the soil almost at the same time. The exhausted Lin Xiaolu directly collapsed in the soil, panting heavily.

Tired, so tired!

He hadn't experienced such a tired feeling for a long time!

But fortunately, I didn't lose, and I had a tie with Zen Master Wuxin, hehe, that's not bad.

"Master Wuxin, am I good?" the young man asked proudly.

"Excellent." Zen Master Wuxin did not hesitate to praise himself, and praised: "The benefactor Xiaolu is strong and strong, rare in the world, he is worthy of benefactor Li's high disciple, in the future he will accompany the poor monk to farm the land."

"what?"

Lin Xiaolu sat up, blinking her big dazed eyes in doubt:

"How long?"

"Plant until next year's harvest."

"I still have to practice."

"What is gong?"

"The merit is..." Lin Xiaolu choked, his face turned red, and he couldn't answer.

The Zen master Wuxin who couldn't see was carrying a hoe, and said with a smile: "Blesser deer, when you think about this problem, you will know that everything in this world, whether it is you, the poor monk, or Benefactor Li, Or it could be Xinyi, Yi Jin Jing, or a grain of rice, a leaf, a mountain, a lake or river, a scorching sun, or a waning moon.

All kinds of things in this world are unexpected surprises, but also inevitable within reason.

Therefore, these are all gong, all are Dao. "

Shangguan Shiliu was curious: "Master Wuxin, what do you mean to say, farming is the same as practicing kung fu?"

"Yes, but not entirely."

Zen Master Wuxin smiled and said: "There are never more than one kind of Dao. Whether it is practicing martial arts, cultivating immortals, or farming, it is actually a special way in essence. There is no distinction between high and low, only the difference between applicable and inapplicable." .

Farming is an elegant art, an art that represents the self-reliance and self-improvement of the people of China through the ages. The poor monk believes that sometimes, farming is more magical than cultivating immortals.

Therefore, if the little deer benefactor wants to really learn the mind, it is better to plant the land with the poor monk for a year, and then he will learn it naturally, because the monk who created this supreme Zen skill is through self-cultivation and self-cultivation year after year. realized. "

"But is it so difficult to do it? I can do those movements, why do I have to farm the land." Lin Xiaolu said unconvinced.

Hearing Lin Xiaolu's question, Wuxin didn't answer directly, but asked a somewhat inexplicable question.

"Can the little deer benefactor know how to write?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Lin Xiaolu said.

"Oh? How about comparing the little deer benefactor and the poor monk to see whose handwriting is better?"

Lin Xiaolu: ...(?i_i?)

In the field, Zen Master Wuxin picked up his hoe, walked back and greeted with a smile:

"Fawn benefactor, it's noon, it's time to eat.

Today's meals include rice, white radish, choy sum, potatoes, yams, winter bamboo shoots, and taro.

These things, these grains, are so precious, because even Li Daochang is as powerful as Li Daochang, and he can't create a real grain of rice out of thin air.

Therefore, a grain of rice, a vegetable, and a piece of radish are Tao, Buddha, all things in nature, the primordial universe, and the most beautiful miracle in this world~”