Chapter 128

Lu Zhengkang thinks that he has feelings for Shaolin Temple, but that's not his home. The temple is full of monks, so this kind of building has been separated from the influence of kinship. It's a place without patriarchal clan system. In many cases, it's the same function as the park. It's a place for tourists to play and play in their spare time.

Now that I'm out, I don't have to rush back.

Fatalism can see some chaos in the future of the capital. Lu Zhengkang plans to stay to see the bustle. Second, he is also practicing martial arts in this prosperous place.

Quan Suhuan comes to see Wanglu Zhengkang every day.

As a member of the pure land, she will have a great sense of familiarity and closeness with Lu Zhengkang. In this regard, Lu Zhengkang is also a fan now.

Now his daily schedule is still simple.

Get up early to eat, millet porridge bowl, eight kinds of dishes, exquisite materials, exquisite techniques.

Spend two hours chatting with Quan Suhuan and explaining Buddhism.

Then he went to read in the imperial palace.

At noon, vegetarian dinner, usually 18 main courses, three soups, two desserts.

In the afternoon, when I go out to show my face, I will come back to practice martial arts.

Dinner, of course, is also a vegetarian feast, with 24 main dishes, six soups and 13 desserts.

All the cooks in Quanfu were once imperial cooks. In the nine years when Xiangshu was a disaster, he followed the emperors of 14 dynasties.

Finally, meditation, sleep, the end of the day.

Lu Zheng Kang is now practicing the super three order "Arohan's divine work", which is almost the upgraded version of Joyoung's magic.

The so-called shape is like withered, the strength is thousand jin, the flesh eye is mortal, the spirit is observed, the skill is arrived, the pain is eliminated, all evils are dispersed, all kinds of unique skills are self-taught and self-contained.

When practicing this skill, you can get through the channels of the whole body and touch the profound martial arts principle of the mutual conversion of essence, Qi and spirit. Several of the first Buddhists boasted a lot when they passed on his mental skills. As long as Buddhists learn this "arhat skill", they can learn martial Arts all over the world.

Originally, the rest of Shaolin's unique martial arts were planned to be learned at one time after the cultivation of this magical skill. But now the plan has changed a little, because you can't ask for martial arts face to face. You can only learn it in the pure land Pearl Well, in fact, there is no difference. We still have to bear the angry eyes of monks.

Lu Zhengkang has a headache for these bald donkeys. Since he became the self-evident leader of Buddhism, the monks have become a little lazy.

This is a kind of laziness similar to relying on nature for food. Instead of focusing on the cultivation of the mind and thinking about philosophy, Zen and the universe, they began to pursue mysticism, that is, they began to explore the creation system based on Shangyuan, which is manifested in the worship and imitation of Luyuan Bodhisattva.

Lu Zhengkang is considered to be the incarnation of Lu Yuan Bodhisattva. Of course, this is true. However, after the monks separated his personality, it further deepened the authority of Lu Yuan Bodhisattva.

They are creating a God, a contemporary Sakyamuni.

But sometimes the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Lu Zhengkang wants a different road from them.

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Time is in a hurry, time is safe.

Mo Yun, who slowly adapted to the life of Quan Fu, fell in love with the bamboo forest here.

It can be seen that Suhuan, a monk, really likes bamboo, so many courtyards can't live with people and only raise bamboo forests.

These bamboo groves are the leisure places of Quan Fu people. It is estimated that mosquitoes will be rampant in summer.

Fortunately, it's winter.

A beautiful, cold, mosquito free winter.

Mo Yun was born in the south of the Yangtze River. The insects there are bigger and more diverse than those in the north. When he lives indoors, he will encounter insects in the wild, such as centipedes and slugs.

Because of being disturbed by these insects many times, Moyun is satisfied with the sparse areas of insects in Beidi.

He listened to Lu Zhengkang's instruction and no longer used the sword, so now he is cultivating his sentiment every day.

Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting, flute and flute, Sheng and Hu, poetry and music, such as literati entertainment activities once occupied nearly half of his life. For the children of rich families, many basic accomplishments are necessary.

The cultivation of art needs time and enthusiasm. Among the nearly ten talents, he finally chose Qin as his spiritual sustenance.

Originally, a piece of five grade Baoqin Feiyun frost jade was carried on his back. Now, of course, he was robbed.

Mo Yun often thinks that his fortune is still in the hands of those sinister bandits, and his heart can't help but ache.

Money is not the key. The value of old objects cannot be measured by money.

Without Feiyun Shuangyu, he was not in the mood to play the piano, so he chose a jade flute in Qizhen Pavilion and played a few songs in the quiet bamboo forest every evening.

December, the first day of the lunar new year.

Mo Yun is still carrying jade flute to the familiar bamboo forest.

It's a little late today. He just painted a dry lotus and forgot the time, so that the sky was completely dark that he went out.

There was no moonlight, but the stars were bright in the clear sky.

Xiangfei bamboo forest, with tears, is also a sea of stars.Mo Yun is still very fond of Xiangfei bamboo, because his mother said this allusion.

Walking on the cobblestone path, the flute gently beats the arm, leisurely and leisurely.

"Dang - Dang!"

The sound of the piano came from the depth of the forest.

Someone came here first, and it seems to be an elegant guest.

Two pure tones, and then the music spilled out like water.

Mo Yun stops his bold steps and appreciates.

A song of "yunshuiyin".

Sure enough, it is a soft and comfortable white cloud when it is light and gentle, like a clear sky in autumn, rushing back to the sea like a river.

The harmonious music seems to turn into sparkling light.

Mo Yun was dazed. He saw that the bamboo forest was submerged by the quiet lake water, and the Xiangfei bamboo shrank into the lake and turned into reflection. The breeze rippled the ripples, and the shimmering light between the small waves rose, turning into large areas of fluorescence. White, purple, yellow, green, and blue were all kinds of whispers, such as ghosts and spirits, whispering to each other, but he could not see the speakers.

It is these light spots that speak, and they smile, and rise, and light the stars on the deep vault.

Darkness is driven away by color light, stars interweave into constellations, forming mythical birds and animals, roaring, and legendary ancients, fighting heaven and earth.

Look up, turn around, the quadrupole is full of beautiful scenery.

Light, sound, color and space.

Like a child's deepest dream.

Mo Yun closed his eyes gently.

A man's voice sounded in his ear.

"Yun'er, do you know that the stars in the sky have aura, they can laugh, cry and feel sad, but no matter how distressed they are, they will come out every night to light up the night. Do you know why?"

As a child, Mo Yun opened his eyes wide and his pupils set off the stars. "Why?"

"Because a star in the sky is a person on the ground. Stars know that people will be afraid of the dark, so they try to shine. When people on the ground see it, they will not be afraid."

"Wow! Really, father, which star are you

Memories are surging, beating the Bank of reason.

Dark clouds close their eyes and clear their tears.

Father.

Which star are you?

How are you doing there?

For a long time.

A soft exclamation rang out, "ah! Young master, are you ok? "

Mo Yun's tears stopped in an instant.

His handsome face flushed like a ripe tomato.

The swordsman closed his eyes, faced sternly and said: "I'm very good. I'm just fascinated by the sandstorm. I'm going to cure it. Goodbye, girl!"

With that, he turned around straightly, walked with broad steps, left in a hurry, and then almost tripped on the ground.

"Young master, are you really OK?"

"It's really OK. Thank you for your concern."

If you use lightness skill, you are really running away this time.

Before returning to Junxian's residence, Mo Yun had wiped away his tears and used his internal power to eliminate the redness and swelling. He pretended to be indifferent and went back to his bedroom to meditate.

A cold whisper came from the dark room without light.

"As a swordsman, how can you show your weakness? It's absolutely impossible Wait, that flute

On this side, Ning Baiyi picked up the Jade Flute and murmured, "what a strange man."