Longevity

He observed and analyzed these people in his mind, and people outside looked at him one after another.

But most people quickly looked back.

He was wearing a gray monk robe, while the disciples of Daleiyin Temple had apricot yellow monk robes.

He was not a disciple of Daleiyin Temple, and people lost interest.

Only the handsome young man still looked at him curiously.

"Young Master." A burly young guard in brocade clothing lowered his voice to remind.

The handsome young man looked back and smiled: "Interesting."

The bear-like young guard in brocade said softly, "He's just a human being."

"But it's decent."

"Yes."

The bear-like youth guard replied, but he didn't take it seriously.

Without martial arts, no matter how good his temperament is, he is still a weak chicken. With a single palm of his hand, he will become a mashed meat, vulnerable to a single blow.

The handsome young man glanced at him, his eyes revealing a helpless expression of rotten wood, and shook his head.

The so-called nourishing qi, a good temperament means that his state of mind is also not ordinary, stagnation of life, concentration, stillness, and wisdom from stillness.

Such a calm and comfortable bearing, it shows that his heart is very quiet, and his wisdom is also good.

He likes to talk to smart people for enlightenment and gain, not these warriors who only know how to kill.

He also knew that his view was biased.

Because my qualifications are too poor, I can't practice martial arts like my eldest brother and second brother, so I am so disgusted with martial arts and can't get close to martial artists.

"when…"

"when…"

"when…"

The morning bell lingered in the sky, slowly spreading out, condensing but not dispersing, spreading all over the mountains, woods and valleys.

"squeak-!"

The temple gate opened slowly, and four young monks stepped out of the temple gate and stood on both sides of the steps, saluting and welcoming the pilgrims.

Only then did Fakong know that Daleiyin Temple still accepts pilgrims.

The King Kong Temple is closed, it does not open its doors to welcome pilgrims, and there are no believers.

And Leiyin Peak is so high, Fakong speculates that it should be similar to the top of the Himalayas in the previous life.

It is extremely pious to come to such a place to worship incense and worship the Buddha.

The pilgrims came in one after another.

Fakong came last and came last.

Before he entered the temple, he found that the few rough-clothed men had finished worshipping the Buddha, came out of the temple gate, picked up the firewood in the corner, and walked lightly along the red wall to the back door.

A few groups of pilgrims, most of them have something to do with the Daleiyin Temple, either collecting firewood or delivering wild vegetables, or doing other things.

Only that handsome young group of six people is the real Buddha.

Fakong came to the Mahavira Hall, and in front of the Buddha statue, the six people were still kneeling on the futon, motionless, with solemn expressions.

Fa Kong folded his palms together and carefully looked at the Buddha statue.

The handprints made by the monks in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion are the handprints made by the Buddha statue of the Great Sun in front of him.

The Buddha statue is obviously made by a master, and the meaning of compassion and unmoving is faintly flowing.

The stripes of the cassock are clearly visible, and through these stripes of the cassock, you can feel the breeze blowing.

The palm lines of both palms are clearly visible, the texture of each finger is clearly visible, and even the slight tendons under the skin are clearly visible.

Of course the fingerprints are also clearly visible.

The pilgrims who worship Buddha probably won't care about this mudra. After all, every Buddha statue has a mudra, and they just think it's just a pose.

But I don't know that the handprint of the Buddha statue in front of me is the real one.

Daleiyin Temple really deserves to be Daleiyin Temple, it's too lavish, and the style of the sect!

He closed his eyes with emotion, tried to form the seal, and adjusted to the best state through subtle induction without even entering the Prajna Kalachakra Tower.

As soon as the handprints came to an end, the mind immediately became calm.

It has the effect of the first layer of the Qingxin mantra, which can eliminate distracting thoughts and maintain concentration.

Not to mention anything else, reading with this print will of course greatly increase the efficiency, and the memory will be deeper and more unforgettable.

If in the previous life, this mudra is enough to make a student become a scholar, gain a bright future, and advance to the middle and upper classes of society.

It is equally useful in this world. Although it does not have the power of attack, its impact is immeasurable.

It is amazing that such a powerful mudra has no reputation, and even Hui Nan and Hui Wen do not know about it.

He opened his eyes and walked out.

Passing through the vestibule of Daxiong Hall, when I came to the entrance of the temple, I saw Cheng Yan standing there.

Cheng Yan was tall and tall, with apricot yellow monk robes fluttering.

"Uncle Chengyan." Fakong Heshi.

Cheng Yan nodded lightly and stepped out of the temple gate.

Pharaoh followed.

The two stood under an old tree.

There are pilgrims coming and going around, it is really lively.

Cheng Yan said: "The Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is collected by the predecessors of the past dynasties, and their blood and sweat are condensed. You can't take it out and share it with people outside the temple."

"That's right." Fakong smiled and said, "Our Jingang Temple's Buddhist scriptures pavilion is more stringent, and disciples outside the temple can't approach it at all."

"You understand." Cheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

Asking and not being easy to resent.

He didn't want to feel resentment against Daleiyin Temple.

Fakong then asked about the pilgrims, in fact, he was mainly asking the handsome young man.

Cheng Yan explained.

The composition of these pilgrims is complex, some are the surrounding residents, some are martial arts masters of various sects, and even some people from the imperial court.

Some are simply curious, some are devout believers in Buddhism, and some are asking for Daleiyin Temple.

The absolute peak and the ice cold where the Daleiyin Temple is located can not prevent the chaos of the world, and there is no quiet place.

Of course, the Daleiyin Temple is divided into an inner temple and an outer temple, and the inner temple is still very quiet.

He also elaborated on the difference between the inner temple and the outer temple.

Through Huiwen's memory, Fakong knew that the Daleiyin Temple was divided into internal and external, the inner temple focused on practice, and the outer temple dealt with chores.

Things like mundane affairs, assistance in practice, food, clothing, housing, and shopping, etc., all belong to the outer temples.

The disciples of the inner temple should also go to the outer temple to practice in order to cultivate their minds.

In particular, the Great Sun Tathagata of Daleiyin Temple does not move the scriptures, and he has to roll around in the world and spar in the prosperous world, in order to truly train a heart to be immovable like a mountain.

Only immersed in the practice on the mountain is a matter of foundation building. After the foundation is established, the practice must be practiced on the matter, not on the mountain.

"My aptitude is not good, and I ended up at the outer temple." Cheng Yan shook his head: "It can't compare to your master's aptitude."

"Master, he has excellent qualifications?"

"The round character first."

"…"

"You don't know, right? He must be unwilling to mention it, and it will only make you sad."

"Why on earth was the master deprived of martial arts?" Fa Kong has been trying to figure this out.

Asking Huinan, he was scolded, and when he asked others, he didn't say anything. He didn't have the ability to have a clear mind and couldn't see what others thought.

This made him even more curious.

Cheng Yan glanced left and right.

"Otherwise, go to my shrine and talk." Fa Kong said hurriedly.

Cheng Yan waved his hand and said, "Fakong, you might as well stay for a while. You can go to other places outside the temple except the Tibetan Scriptures Pavilion. There are also many magnificent scenery on the mountain, which is of great benefit to broadening your mind."

"I want to visit Master Chengxu again."

"Go ahead, Senior Brother Chengxu is generous and bold, and...you can talk to him."

Cheng Yan hurriedly left.

Fa Kong became more and more curious: why was Master Yuanzhi being abolished, and why did everyone keep it a secret?

He stood under the tree and pondered.

A gust of wind blew, and a yellow leaf fluttered down.

He let the yellow leaves fall on his bald head.

Cool touch.

He shook his head, let it slide down, reached out to catch it, and looked down at the leaf carefully.

Looking at a golden leaf, he had a flash of inspiration.

At this time, at this place, it just happened to fall on his bald head, and one person and one leaf can be considered fate.

The leaves have distinct veins, which reminded him of the meridians of the human body.

Humans are natural, does the tendons of this leaf contain a unique mentality?

A chuckle suddenly sounded.

Fakong turned his head to look.

A handsome young man in thick sable fur was standing at the entrance of the temple, He Shi smiled and said, "Monk, I'm sorry."

Fakong's eyes fell on the young man's face on his left.

This brocade-clothed young man is like a bear, handsome in appearance, high in spirits, and his cultivation base is the fourth-rank cultivation base, which is the pinnacle of the Astral Qi Realm.

The law is clear.

At such an age, he is already a rank four, and he is indeed proud of himself. It is not difficult to understand when he laughs out loud when he sees his actions.

Fakong glanced at him and turned back to the handsome young man, smiled and said, "The monk laughed."

Fa Kong smiled slightly, and returned the ceremony.

"Is the monk comprehending the mystery?" The handsome young man slowly descended the steps.

The five guards followed suit.

They maintained a formation as they walked, closely guarding the young man in sable fur, and kept alert at all times.

Fakong raised a warning sign in his heart, reminding him to stay away.

According to his current cultivation, encountering these five people is a dead end, and he can't turn the waves at all.

No matter how strong the Buddha mantra is, it cannot directly confront the enemy, nor defeat the opponent.

The handsome young man came to Fakong and smiled at the yellow leaf: "What's the mystery of it?"

Fakong handed the yellow leaf to him: "Is it like a human meridian?"

"Hey." The handsome bear-shaped young man let out a strange smile, pouted and shook his head.

"Zhao Huaishan, can you shut up?" The young man with sable fur glanced at him lightly.

"Yes, son!" The bear-shaped youth hurriedly shut his mouth, and his face tensed.

As soon as he restrained his hippie smile, he immediately changed to another person, and he was instantly suffocating and murderous.

"Laughing." The handsome young man apologized embarrassedly.

"But it turned out to be a general, it's a pleasure to meet." Fa Kong smiled indifferently.

He really wasn't angry.

From childhood to adulthood, as an orphan, if he was angry with the indifference and ridicule he received, he would have been mad at himself long ago.

He has his own unique way of dealing with it, that is, he only remembers it in his head, not in his heart, and he goes to his head, not to his heart.

After practicing martial arts in the future, teach him a lesson.

The handsome young man said: "Under Chu Yu, do you know what the monk's name is?"

"Fakong."

"Monk Fakong." Chu Yu smiled and said, "The tendons on this leaf are not like the meridians of the body, right? The Eight Extraordinary Meridians don't go this way."

"It's not like that?" Fakron smiled.

The body meridians are like countless complicated rivers, criss-crossed, and the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve serious meridians are the main ones.

But the martial arts method is to choose some of the meridians to form a system.

At this moment, he has thought of a mental method with reference to the tendons of leaves, and has deduced it in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda, and it is peaceful in the middle.

"Not like." Chu Yu shook his head.

Fa Kong smiled and saluted, turned around and walked away slowly.

Chu Yu pondered.

Zhao Huaishan snorted: "Young master, it's obviously just a leaf, but there is still some mystery, it's inexplicable."

Chu Yu was measuring the leaf.

"Young Master..." Zhao Huaishan wanted to say more, but was stopped by another Qingzun middle-aged envoy.

He looked suspiciously at the middle-aged Qing Qing, who shook his head lightly.

Zhao Huaishan pouted and stopped talking.