Sacrifice

It was bright when He Lingfeng woke up.

He shrank his fingers and slowly got up from the ground.

In the palm of his hand, he held a crystal clear vine stalk, the vine stalk was bright red, and there was a small leaf just sticking out beside the stalk.

He Lingfeng remembered the seed from last night, and frowned.

He got up and wanted to go back to the bed, but he didn't want his feet to soften, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground again.

He Lingfeng panted for a long time, and didn't bother to move. He threw the vine stem aside, and directly crossed his legs and began to adjust his breath.

As soon as the spiritual energy in the body entered the body, it was like nectar after a long drought, quickly nourishing the dry meridians, He Lingfeng adjusted his breath for a long time before opening his eyes, looking at the vine stem with a complicated expression.

It actually sucked all his spiritual energy away to grow a leaf tip, what the hell is this?

After recuperating for another whole day, He Lingfeng continued to go out with the bucket to wipe the pagoda.

The bricks and stones of the pagoda are rough and thorny. After washing with clean water, they exude a faint earthy smell. He Lingfeng wiped the pagoda carefully, tracing the cracks on each brick and stone carefully, just like the most devout believer , enshrining these sages and great men with supreme respect.

Not far away, the figure of Xiangwu passed by.

"How about the kid?"

"Reporting to Master Uncle, the child is extraordinary in character, simple and sincere, and there is nothing wrong with it."

Zen master Faru was very pleased. He rescued the child from the epidemic. At that time, he felt that the child was a natural child, but if he was directly accepted as a disciple, he would be suspected of spoiling the growth. The practice of Buddhism is not a day and night, and the chance of meditation is just to increase the chance. To embark on the road to becoming a Buddha, you should be down-to-earth, appreciate the various states of beings in the three realms, and allow yourself to be enlightened.

Buddha is not created by reciting scriptures.

"In that case, let him practice there first." Faru looked at Xiangwu with satisfaction, "Your arrangement is very good. I re-read the scriptures a few days ago and got a little. If you don't mind, just take it away." Let's see."

Xiangwu was overjoyed, thanked again and again, took the scriptures handed over by Zen Master Faru with both hands, kowtowed respectfully and left.

And He Lingfeng, who was still cleaning the pagoda, finally couldn't hold it anymore, staggered and fell down.

——His focused eyes are not pious, but black eyes ==

He Lingfeng woke up again, seeing the moon and stars in the sky.

No matter how stupid he is, he still knows that this time the deficit is too great, the spiritual power of the mere [-]st level of Qi training is not enough, and most of his blood essence is lost, the vine stem is only as long as a little finger, and the leaflet unexpectedly As small as a mung bean.

This kind of seed was mixed with pine nuts, and it should be given to him by the old Cangsong. He is a four-year-old child, so what can anyone do?So He Lingfeng thought for a long time and only came to one conclusion.

The seed that Old Cangsong gave him should be a kind of spiritual thing, which needs a lot of blood to grow, and it should be of great use in the future.

——Otherwise, I am really sorry for his blood and spiritual power! !

He Ling was reassured, carried the bucket, and walked back to her small courtyard, looking at the red vine stems on the cabinet, and sighed helplessly.

He doesn't dare to touch the vine stem at all now, for fear of being sucked dry next time, but he can't just leave it here?

It was useless to think too much, he put down the bucket, first recited the scriptures silently several times, and then began to practice according to the secret scriptures.

For three days in a row, He Lingfeng swept the pagoda forest in the afternoon, and spent the rest of the time working hard to practice. The time is too short to see any effect, but it is a fact that He Lingfeng's spirit has improved.

He Lingfeng, who felt that she had already cultivated well, took out the Miscellaneous Talk on the Domestication of Plant Spirits and Monsters, and began to read it carefully.

After reading the whole article, He Lingfeng has only one thought.

Raising things is really expensive ==

You need spirit stones to increase your spiritual power, you need treasures to increase your level, and if you are a psychic, you must pay attention to your mental health.

All in all, in one word, tired.

He Lingfeng looked at the vine stem dryly, it seemed to be his illusion, he didn't pay attention to it for three days, the clear red around it seemed to be a little lighter, and the length of the vine stem seemed to have shrunk a little.

He Lingfeng blinked and suddenly remembered something.

Although he didn't want to use his thin aura to raise this thing, but if he remembered correctly, there seemed to be a flower pot in his package, right?The flower pot is still purple in quality, it seems to be called Yunli Jade Pot, it can grow spirit grass, and double the output!

Maybe... Throw this vine stalk into a flower pot, and two can grow?

As soon as he thought of it, He Lingfeng immediately began to check his package.

After searching for a while, he managed to find a small flowerpot the size of a palm. The soil in the flowerpot was full of aura. The whole body of the flowerpot was dark earth red, and the material could not be discerned. The pattern of the same color was carved on it. , with He Lingfeng's eyesight, he couldn't see anything, he only knew it was a good thing.

He Lingfeng put the flower pot on the table, and took out a small piece of first-class wood-type five-element stones from the package. Anyway, he was fighting Daming Palace at the time, and most of the package was filled with five-element stones of various series, light-level five-element stones Shi tied six sets of each tie, 200 in one set, enough for him to feed this little rattan.

He didn't dare to touch the vine stalk, so he could only push the vine stalk into the flower pot with a wooden stick.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but when he pushed [poked] the vine stem with a wooden stick, he seemed to hear a thin cry.

The moment the vine stalk fell into the flower pot, the red vine suddenly lit up a little, and then the tip of the small mung bean-sized leaf trembled as if stretched, and then the leaf grew a circle.

He Lingfeng was overjoyed, and he poured another half pot of Wulianquan, and then the red vine swayed its small leaves tremblingly, and bowed to him naively!

He Lingfeng was stunned, he stretched out his fingers involuntarily, and lightly touched the thin leaves, and then a kind of extremely joyful joy spread over.

It's really spiritual! !

There is spirituality just after sprouting, it seems that the rank of this vine is quite high!

He Lingfeng was overjoyed, and immediately felt a huge suction force, and his spiritual power swarmed up the vine again!

"Stop!" He shouted sharply without hesitation, the vines seemed to be frightened, and the force of absorption disappeared immediately.

Then a wave of sadness and grievance came, the leaves of the vines curled up, and the stems of the vines also bent into a dark ball.

The corners of He Lingfeng's mouth twitched slightly. He gently stroked the vine stem, and said softly, "My spiritual power is insufficient. If you let me absorb it, I will probably die immediately."

The rattan stem trembled, and immediately curled its torso to the other side, far away from He Lingfeng's fingers.

A warm current flowed through He Lingfeng's heart, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his palm-sized face showed a touch of gentleness, "I will change the spirit stones for you regularly, how about you absorb the spirit stones first?"

The vine leaves seemed to tremble with joy, and the grayness that had shrouded the vines disappeared in an instant. He Lingfeng laughed, and put the flowerpot on the cabinet. angry.

Sure enough, life is better when someone is with you.

Ever since he was accompanied by a small vine, He Lingfeng suddenly gained momentum in his cultivation.

Chanting scriptures every morning, practicing Arhat stick technique in the morning, cleaning the Tallinn with a wooden bucket in the afternoon, and practicing spiritual power in the evening.

I feel very comfortable when practicing spiritual power. No wonder those high-level monks always retreat for N years. He Lingfeng has no perseverance. At the beginning, he did practice with his head depressed for three to five days, but finally opened his eyes. , I saw that little vine extended its branches and leaves tightly around his wrist! !

He Lingfeng was shocked, the twig wrapped around his wrist was as thin as a toothpick, when he found that He Lingfeng woke up, the vine made a rustling sound, and slowly, slowly retracted! !

He Lingfeng opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to close it.

He walked to the cabinet, picked up the flower pot and carefully looked at it for a long time. He was a little uncertain and found that the rattan... seemed to have become smaller?

He Lingfeng stretched out his fingers, and the budding leaves on the vine were a little withered, and as He Lingfeng's fingertips swayed, maybe it was He Lingfeng's illusion, the movement of the leaf tip across the fingertips surprised him. A feeling of licking ==

Suddenly, He Ling Feng Fu said to her heart, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

The vines trembled violently, and the thin vines clung tightly to He Lingfeng's fingers, and a feeling of joy rose from the bottom of my heart.

The corner of He Lingfeng's mouth twitched, suddenly he felt like he had raised a son.

"Okay, but if my cultivation speed slows down, you can only chew on rocks."

The rattan remains unmoved, and still entangles He Lingfeng.

So from that day on, He Lingfeng adjusted the time of daily practice, and no longer indulged in practice.

In addition to kneading the small rattan sticks every day, He Lingfeng simply focused on the few secret books in the package. He practiced the arhat stick technique over and over again, and maintained the Prajna Jue at all times, and held it from time to time. The Buddhist scriptures are read to the little cane.

Seeing the little rattan shaking his head following his tone, He Lingfeng's mood also calmed down, peaceful and melodious.

After more than a month, on a certain day, Jie Yuan walked into the place where he lived.

He Lingfeng was surprised, and hurried to meet him, "Brother Jieyuan? Long time no see, what's the matter?"

Jie Yuan smiled slightly, looked up and down where He Lingfeng lived, it was just a small courtyard with a room in the middle and a woodshed next to it, nothing else.

"You are so young, the uncles let you live here?"

He Lingfeng scratched his head and made a foolish smile, "Well, my uncle said this place is clean."

Jieyuan sneered, "A quiet place of Buddhism..." He then said again, "My Wuyin Temple has its own activities every month in all major temples. These sect activities can increase one's meditation points. People can go to the Sutra Pavilion to exchange for the essence of Buddhism. In the middle of last month, the Uncle Fahui Master of the Bodhi Court opened an altar to teach the Dharma. I don’t think you went there. I guess you don’t know it at all, so this time I will come directly gone."

He Lingfeng's eyes lit up, "Thank you brother for telling me this."

He hurriedly ran into his room, took out one of the spirit stones that Yue Huifei had just given him, and handed it to Jieyuan.

Jie Yuan smiled, stretched out his hand to touch his head, and stuffed the spirit stone into his sleeve casually.

"Tomorrow will be the middle of the month. This time, several masters in the Taoist Academy will be conducting a Zen debate. Although you may not understand it, it is always good to experience it."

He Lingfeng immediately raised a bright smile when he heard the words, "Well, I'll go with senior brother!"