Good news, the elder is gone

There are several stereotypes in the world of comprehension, sword cultivators are stubborn, demon cultivators are bad, miscellaneous cultivators ghost cultivators have a bad temper, and there is a Buddha cultivator that everyone loves.

Except for Buddhist cultivators, most other monks do not enter the world. Once they enter the world, if it is not a catastrophe in the world, it is because of the trial of practice, or reincarnation to cross the catastrophe.

Only Buddhists come from the masses, go to the masses, live among the masses, and are always involved with the mundane world.Even the name of Buddha Cultivation was given by other monks, and they only divide themselves into secular disciples and pure world disciples.

The disciples of the secular world are ordinary monks without cultivation, and the disciples of the pure world are Buddhists with cultivation.Although one has a cultivation base and the other has no cultivation base, there is no distinction between high and low in Buddhist cultivation.

For thousands of years, there have occasionally been disciples of the secular world who have great wisdom but are unable to practice, and there are also disciples of the pure world who practice but have no roots of compassion and wisdom, and end up going astray and doing bad things.

But the number of such bad monks is very small, so most people's impression of Buddhist monks is that they are smiling and have no temper.

Moreover, in Fanzhou, the base camp of Buddhist practice, there are many temples. There were 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and now there are 360 ​​large and small temples in Fanzhou.

Fanzhou has suffered several catastrophes, and it all depends on the Buddhist monks here to give out porridge and distribute the hoarded supplies to the people here to help them tide over the difficulties.

When Xue Wangliu fled here 800 years ago, he also received a bowl of porridge from Buddhist monks.That bowl of life-saving rice may be the best thing I have ever eaten in this world.

Later Xue Wangliu started to practice, and after getting out of the predicament for a while, he also went to look for the congee monk who saved his life, but he couldn't find it for many years, so he simply bought a house in Fanzhou.

The monk who can run can't run away from the temple. He sits on the sidelines and waits for the rabbit. There will always be a day when he squats down to become a bald monk.

After thanking the monk in front of him, Xue Wangliu took the book of universal repair scriptures and went to the side of the tree to open it. He noticed something wrong just after reading two pages.

If ordinary people who don't know the existence of monks read it, this is indeed an ordinary scripture that calms the mind, but if monks read it, this is a Buddhist mind-cultivation method that induces qi to get started.

And judging from his 800 years of life experience, this mental method is not the ordinary low-level mental method.No wonder there are so many Buddhas in Fanzhou. If everyone gives incense money, they can get a book and take it back to read. Out of a hundred, there will always be two who succeed in drawing qi into the body.

But I just gave a little money in exchange for such a good book. Could it be that this is the temple's pyramid scheme to recruit disciples?Recharge any amount and get a super value gift bag?

What if I recharge a little more?How about a 328 gift package and a 648 gift package?

Xue Wangliu felt that he had realized it.

He took the book and walked to the merit box, smiled at the monk next to him, and took out another piece of silver from his purse and put it in.

The monk seldom saw someone so generous, so he hurriedly said: "Amitabha, this benefactor does not need to spend money. If the heart is sincere, the Buddha will naturally know."

"Amitabha, the incense money just now was donated for myself, and now the incense money is for a nephew in my family. He has been blind since he was a child, weak and sick. Fortunately, an eminent monk passed by and chanted sutras for him and was blessed by the Buddha. He grows up."

Xue Wangliu clasped his hands together, with a pious expression on his face: "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Money is something outside of oneself. If my nephew can grow up well, I will be willing to spend even more money. I also hope that the Bodhisattva will bless you." , to protect him from growing up safely."

"Amitabha." As soon as the monk heard Xue Wangliu say this, he didn't persuade him any more. Seeing him put another piece of silver in it, Amitabha said aloud, and after a while, he turned and walked into the Buddhist hall to take a piece of silver. Two volumes of scriptures and a string of Buddhist beads came out.

The monk packed the things together, handed them to Xue Wangliu and said, "If the benefactor does not dislike it, then accept it."

Xue Wangliu accepted the things in trepidation, then bowed respectfully to the monk, then turned and left.

After leaving the temple, he took three books and simply flipped through them, and they were indeed good. Even the string of Buddhist beads was made of sandalwood, and with the aura of Buddhist cultivation, it was considered a magic weapon.

Sure enough, recharging would make people stronger. Xue Wangliu even began to speculate whether there was such a thing as an incense burner card in this temple, so he filled it up directly.

The task was successfully completed. Before returning home, Xue Wangliu went to the market to buy some food for Nianshu. Fortunately, the Buddhist monks here are not crazy vegetarians, otherwise they would not be able to buy meat.

Waiting for Xue Wangliu to return home with vegetables, Xu Jiqing and Nianshu were reading in the sun.

Xu Jiqing was shaking his head while reading there, when suddenly someone slapped him, and there was something extra in his hand.

"Teach Nianshu first, tell him how to draw Qi into the body." Xue Wangliu said.

"What is this?" Xu Jiqing opened it and glanced at it, shaking his whole body, shaking the book onto the table like a hot potato.

Nianshu listened to the sound of tinkling bells in his ear, and asked doubtfully, "Master, what's the matter?"

Xu Jiqing looked at Xue Wangliu, his voice was already trembling: "Senior, I am a ghost cultivator, this is a Buddhist scripture, do you want me to save myself?"

"Ah? Can't you even read Buddhist scriptures?" Xue Wangliu was stunned, he had little dealings with ghosts and Buddhists, and now he has indeed reached a blind spot in his knowledge.

He bent down to pick up the book on the ground, and apologized to Xu Jiqing, "I'm sorry, I really don't know about this. I thought ghost cultivators were different from ordinary ghosts, and this kind of scriptures would not be useful to you. .”

Xu Jiqing, who had been frightened too many times, showed a trace of fatigue in his eyes: "Senior is too far-fetched, it's because my cultivation base is too low. When I get to Jindan, this kind of scriptures will not threaten me anymore."

Xue Wangliu sat down beside him, and asked earnestly: "So the higher your level of ghost cultivation, the less influence Buddha cultivation has on you?"

Xu Jiqing nodded: "Yes, according to senior's cultivation base and seniority, he should have seen those ghost ancestors. Hasn't senior?"

"I've never seen it before." Xue Wangliu recalled carefully, "Every time there is a discussion meeting, I have never seen a ghost cultivator participate."

Because the ghost cultivators are either accepting apprentices, or they are on the way to accept apprentices.If you are a ghost cultivator and you still go to this kind of Dao meeting to join in the fun, then your potential apprentice will be snatched away.

Apprentices are wealth, and losing a potential apprentice is a huge loss to ghost cultivators.

Xue Wangliu said: "Besides, Huahanzong once had an old senior who was against ghost cultivators, and you ghost cultivators are not willing to associate with my Huahanzong."

He took the introductory scripture and shook the dust on it, flipped through it roughly and said: "I will teach this by myself. From now on, Nianshu will study with you during the day, and practice with me at night."

Nian Shu called himself Master so many times, so he should do what Master should do.

Nian Shu, who was sitting on the side eating pancakes, was taken aback, and asked, "Master, shall we start today?"

"It starts today." Xue Wangliu said.

Nianshu's bone age is already fourteen, and he is already an advanced schoolchild. If he doesn't introduce Qi into the body as soon as possible to enter the Qi refining stage, Xue Wangliu doesn't have to think about taking him to practice.It is more reliable to find a master to teach him massage as soon as possible, and it is more reliable to open a blind massage shop for the child.

Xu Jiqing coughed and reminded: "There are still four holes in the meridians on his body that are not blocked."

"It's not a big problem, and I don't have any other relics on hand now, so I have to wait for a while." Xue Wangliu met a few casual cultivators on the road today to chat, and the disciples of the Huahan Sect are still looking for him. It's better to slow down the big moves.

After all, high-end goods like Buddhist relics are not available at roadside stalls, and are usually stored in the treasure building of the Bodhi Sect of Lingyin.

And the Bodhi Sect of Lingyin is on Foji Island, a sea island in Fanzhou. On the island, there are 48 vajra formations on duty day and night.

After deciding to go to class tonight, Mr. Xue returned to his room with the scriptures and began to prepare lessons. After all, it was his first time teaching Buddhism, and he had to be responsible to the students.

When Xu Jiqing saw that Nianshu had finished eating his pancakes, he lifted a big black stone from the ground on one side and asked Nianshu to come over and practice calligraphy.

Because Nianshu was blind and could not see, Xue Wangliu and Xu Jiqing knew nothing about Braille, so in desperation, Xue Wangliu personally ground a few large stones and engraved characters on them for Nianshu to touch.

Seeing Xue Wangliu's move, Xu Jiqing cried to his father and mother to hug his thigh and asked his senior to help him carve a private seal of Xu Jiqing, the number one scholar, so that he could realize his dream.

Nian Shu sat at the side and listened to Xue Wangliu's voice carving stone slabs, without saying a word, but every day he would spend three hours sitting there touching and practicing calligraphy, absolutely worthy of Xue Wangliu's painstaking efforts.

By the time he finished practicing calligraphy today, it was already the first lights and it was time for dinner.

Tonight's meal was prepared by the puppet maid, only for Nianshu alone, Xue Wangliu and Xu Jiqing watched the moon and drank some wine.

After eating and drinking, Xu Jiqing began to prepare for the opening of the academy, while Xue Wangliu took Nianshu to his room, and the two sat cross-legged on the futon on the ground facing each other, with the book in the middle.

Nianshu was a little nervous, swallowed his saliva and asked, "Master, what if I can't induce Qi into the body in one go?"

Xue Wangliu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said: "It's normal to not be able to. Although you are a natural Buddha bone, your meridians are incomplete. It is normal not to be able to succeed once. What's more, a monk who can successfully enter the body once , there are very few of them, you don’t have to think too much.”

Nianshu still seemed a little worried, Xue Wangliu looked at him, and suddenly remembered when he was in Huahanzong.The children he brought back would also ask the same question when they wanted to start cultivating Taoism, worrying that they would not be able to entrain Qi successfully once.

Thinking of the past, Xue Wangliu's heart softened again, he stretched out his hand and touched the head of the child in front of him as he did in the past hundreds of years, and said in a more gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, Master has been with you so many times. "

Nianshu nodded.

"Then I'll start. I'll read a sentence first, and you read a sentence after me." Xue Wangliu picked up the Entrance Heart Sutra and started to read. This Heart Sutra is not thick, but it only takes a stick of incense. again.

After Nianshu finished reading it, he felt that the annoyance and tension had completely disappeared, his heart was peaceful, and his whole body relaxed, and he closed his eyes involuntarily.

There was a slight fever in his lower abdomen. He had only read it once with Master, but the content of the scriptures kept spinning in his mind. Every word and every sentence was very clear, as if he had already read it hundreds or thousands of times. .

His body became more and more relaxed, and it seemed that something was slowly flowing into his body along his nose and ears. At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear sounds and smell far away, and even the darkness in front of him seemed to change. Brighter.

Xue Wangliu was holding his textbook to explain the contents of the Heart Sutra word by word, when he suddenly raised his head, he saw that the little apprentice in front of him was distracted and even closed his eyes.

Head bit by bit, I don't know if I have fallen asleep.

Xue Wangliu: ...

Could it be that my lecture was too boring, so I temporarily closed your eyes?

The author says:

Xue Wubai: So temporarily close your eyes~

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