Time flies like water!!

Before he knew it, the boy had grown into a young man, carrying two water jars and walking slowly on the way back to the temple.

After bearing weight for a long time, the shoulders gradually began to ache. The true energy in the Dantian overflowed and dispersed into the meridians of the shoulders and hands, promoting blood circulation and dispersing blood stasis.

"It's been three years and Master still hasn't taught me the Dharma!"

With a slight sigh, Ji Boyi felt a trace of unwillingness in his heart. In order to learn the magical powers of Buddhism, he started helping the monks in the temple chop wood and carry water three years ago, but until now, Zen Master Ling still has not taught him the Buddhist Dharma.

However, he practiced Zen boxing and kicking skills with his elder brother Hui Jing. With his outstanding talent, in just three years, he learned all 72 unique skills passed down by Bodhidharma.

His martial arts skills are so high that he can be said to be the leader among monks.

It's a pity that no matter how advanced martial arts is, it's just a human thing. When it comes to Buddhism, it can only be captured without hesitation.

After Ji Boyi adjusted his breath with his own Buddhist Qi, the fatigue in his muscles and bones gradually subsided, and he speeded up again to go to Miyin Temple.

"I hope I can get back before it rains!"

The sky was clear and cloudless, so why could he tell at a glance that it was going to rain?

Probably because of his natural ability, Ji Boyi's eyes can see things that others cannot see. Even Zen Master Ling couldn't completely lose his concentration under his increasingly bright and crystal eyes.

Sure enough, moments after Ji Boyi entered the temple, the sky suddenly became dark, thunder, lightning, dragons and snakes rushed away, and heavy rain poured down.

He poured the water he had worked so hard to pick into the water tank, and then picked up the ax to chop wood. With a crackling sound, the firewood of even size was bundled into a ball and put aside.

If anyone saw it, they would be extremely surprised because the ax in Ji Boyi's hand was actually made of wood. Not only the ax handle, but also the ax blade was made of wood.

Wood splitting wood!?

This thing that should be legendary was accomplished in the hands of the young man. The true energy in his body spread along the grain of the wood and all over the blade of the axe, and then he chopped down with all his concentration.

With a "click" sound, the originally thick firewood split open. Without any shaking, it was neatly arranged on the wide wooden stakes.

He turned sideways again, waved the wooden ax in his hand, and chopped the round firewood into four pieces, completing the chopping in one go.

"Junior brother, your internal strength is becoming more and more refined. I think you have mastered the "Yi Jin Jing" to perfection."

A monk with a square head, big ears, kind eyebrows and kind eyes appeared in the woodshed. He put his hands together and said hello to Ji Boyi.

"Senior Brother Huiji, why do you have time to come here?"

Ji Boyi immediately put down the wooden ax in his hand, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and returned the courtesy to the great monk. Using wood to chop firewood consumed all his energy, and with his current level of cultivation, he felt it was too much.

"There is a letter from junior brother's family, and I will send it to you!"

Huiji took out a neatly pasted letter with elegant handwriting from her monk's robe and handed it to Ji Boyi.

"Foolish brother personally initiates!"

"It turns out to be a letter from Sister Xian. Sorry, Senior Brother."

His sister's name was Pei Wenxian, who was acquired by his father Pei Xiu himself, hoping that his daughter would be virtuous and virtuous. And his sister did not disappoint the family. She had been humble since she was a child, and her appearance was even more outstanding. At the age of eighteen, she married a

Sons of family friends, the two of them respect each other as if they were guests, and are in perfect love.

Unfortunately, probably due to a lack of good fortune, the young master died of a serious illness when he was twenty, leaving Pei Wenxian alone as a widow. Because she had not given birth to a child, she was very concerned about her only brother Pei Wende.

She would send at least two letters a month. In the past three years, she had gone to Miyin Temple several times to visit her brother. If I counted the time, she should also be here for the Mid-Autumn Festival in the near future.

"Junior brother, for the sake of brother, I'll leave first!"

Monk Huiji smiled gently, folded his hands and left. Ji Boyi did not stop him. After sending him away, he opened the letter and read it.

Sure enough, apart from the initial greetings and blessings from her family, she also told him that she would come over on the Mid-Autumn Festival to spend the full moon with his younger brother.

After reading the letter from beginning to end, Ji Boyi folded it gently and put it into a cabinet beside his bed. If you look closely, you will see that this large cabinet is almost full of letters.

After reading the letter, his eyes touched more than half of the firewood left, and Ji Boyi couldn't help but feel hard. Thinking that he was also a famous official in the court, but because the prince was seriously ill, he had to suffer in this place for three years.

Speak angrily.

"A monk eats water, Hanlin picks it up, and even if he eats it, it's hard to get rid of it!"

The next day, something strange happened. After eating, all the monks in the Miyin Temple felt uncomfortable in their stomachs, as if the food could not be digested and accumulated in the stomach, causing swelling.

Ji Boyi himself didn't know why he was able to say the right words, and he felt panic in his heart. He was still a good boy at heart and had no intention of harming others. Who would have thought that the words he said casually had the power of a supreme law, making everyone

The monk was in agony.

"Disciple Shi Lu knows his mistake!"!

In the main hall, Zen Master Ling, who was sallow and skinny, was still facing the golden body of Sakyamuni, chanting sutras and meditating, gently turning the beads in his hand, and quietly listened to the last disciple who had closed the door, saying the whole thing.

Then, he opened his bright and wise eyes, trembled his lips slightly, and said a word.

"The old monk can consume tens of thousands of loads of food by meditating!"

Strangely enough, after Zen Master Ling said these words, the more than 500 monks in Miyin Temple suddenly felt that the barriers in their stomachs were completely lifted, as if they had never existed before.

After this incident, Ji Boyi felt deeply ashamed, collected his body and mind, and practiced asceticism to serve the monks.

The time soon came to the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Pei Wenxian came to Miyin Temple with more than a dozen accompanying maids.

The two siblings happened to meet at the gate of the temple. The beautiful sister could not help but feel heartache when she saw her younger brother carrying a water tank that was larger than his entire body.

"Wende, why are you doing such menial work!"

In the past, every time Pei Wenxian came over, Ji Boyi, in order to avoid worrying his family, would pretend to be relaxing at Miyin Temple to worship Buddhism, and not let them know the suffering he had suffered.

And after that inexplicable incident, he seemed to see through it, so he stopped hiding it and showed his sister the most realistic scene of his practice in the temple.

"Sister Xian, this is also part of the practice. From it, I have understood the Buddhist principles of the first chapter of the Diamond Sutra. Dressing and eating is the way, and a normal mind is the way."

Looking at the face of the young man in front of him, he was as handsome as before, but there was an unprecedented understanding between his eyebrows. It seemed that there was a good-smelling holy Sanskrit fragrance coming from deep in his heart, which made Pei Wenxian stretch his beautiful eyebrows and make his skin appear.

Gives a healthy glow.

"Despite this, as your sister, I still feel pain in my heart when I see my brother suffering like this. Let me give you some charity money!"

Pei Wenxian hugged his brother into his arms heartbrokenly, stroking his smooth scalp with his delicate hands. The strong feminine fragrance made Ji Boyi, who had "never" experienced such a situation, feel flushed.

Feeling the soft and warm fragrance coming from his sister's mature and plump body, Ji Boyi immediately chanted sutras in his heart to extinguish the invisible flame in his heart.

Next, Pei Wenxian contacted the local county government and funded the construction of a huge drinking water project. After nine months, the project was completed, which solved the problem of long-distance transportation of domestic water for the people in Weishan. The local people expressed their gratitude to Pei Wenxian for his kindness and praise him.

The name "Beauty" has become a favorite in the Zen jungle.

Ji Boyi was unable to stop him. In the end, after Pei Wenxian left, he came to the main hall and apologized to Zen Master Ling.

"Disciple made a mistake, please ask Master to punish me!"

"What's your fault?"

Unexpectedly, Zen Master Ling turned around this time and met Ji Boyi's eyes, his bright and wise eyes filled with relief.

"The reason why I asked you to fetch water and chop firewood is just to let you know the suffering in the world and realize the difficulty of transcendence. Now that you have completed your merits, what's wrong with you!"

After hearing what Zen Master Ling said, Ji Boyi looked surprised, and then a hint of joy appeared on his brows.

"Master, could it be that..."

"Yes, you have reached the state of understanding the Buddha's Dharma. From today on, I will teach you the secret method of Zen Buddhism, "Maha Samajara-Vipassana"."

In the main hall, an old monk with a sallow complexion was wearing a cassock. A trace of precious light appeared on his wrinkled face. With a smile, he taught the secret method of Zen practice to the young monk kneeling in front of him.

"Since the beginning of Bodhidharma, our Zen practice has first and foremost needed to achieve the state of 'zen concentration. Only in this way can we not be harmed by power and fall into the path of Shura."

"May I ask Master, what is 'meditation'?"

Ji Boyi had this vague feeling in his heart, but he was always separated by a layer of fog and could not clearly see his truest self, the true self hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness. I hope Master Ling can give an answer.

"The Sixth Patriarch Hui Neng once said: For those who are meditating, the active use of external non-dwelling and uncontaminated is Zen, and the clear and clear dwelling in the heart is concentration. The so-called external Zen and inner concentration is the same as Zen. Externally, facing the five desires and six objects, the world

To be able to keep the mind calm about the phenomena of life and death is Zen; internally, the heart is free from greed and attachment, which is concentration. If you achieve Zen concentration, it will be like a dark room shining with light!"

"Disciple, your ascetic life has come to a successful end, and you can start practicing meditation in seclusion."

As soon as Zen Master Ling finished speaking, he saw a scene that surprised even an eminent monk of his level.

I saw the disciple in front of me with his eyes closed, and a kind of profound enlightenment appeared on his handsome face, as if he had understood the past and present life, and awakened the three incarnations of the past, present and future.

Waves of invisible majestic power appeared from the void and blessed the handsome monk in front of him.

Behind him, the golden body of Sakyamuni bloomed with crystal clear Buddha light, which was projected onto him.
Chapter completed!