Chapter 149

Li dingxun looked at the empty shadow in front of him.

He is the only light source in the cave, like a kind of luminous colloid, polymerized into a human shape.

An old man dressed very strangely.

He spoke with a keen expression on his face. There were stars flying out of his lips, floating like fireflies and disappearing in the air.

"After all these years, there are still some living people. It's really hard to say a word about the fourteen saints in the holy land. Oh, blessed by Bodhisattva, let the new boy be smart. It's better to practice supreme yoga. If you can't, you'll find someone to learn it. In a word, you have to recite all the skills... "

I don't know how long this strange old man hasn't seen anyone. His strong desire to talk can't stop, and his language is flowing out like a tide.

"If you really can't, you can only top it Isn't this seat not reincarnated? Poor pure land. The old monk wants to experience it. Don't be a brute... "

Li dingxun asked, "old man, who are you?"

The soul's chattering mouth stops. No, it doesn't stop. It's frozen and contained. It's as if there's a wall in the mouth. The sound of the words is still circling on the tip of the teeth, but the sound is completely lost.

The old man was silent for a moment and began to laugh again.

"Who am I?

"You must remember that I am a coward who committed suicide. Don't learn from me in the future.

"All right, let's do it."

Li dingxun knelt faintly on the ground, just as he knelt in front of the teacher.

The nameless Lama rubbed his head with his thin right hand.

Li dingxun raised his head blankly, and the countless western region characters on the cave wall lit up.

The palm of the soul is neither cold nor warm, but lacks texture.

Lack of vitality.

Like clouds, like gossamer.

"Well, you will be the descendant of King Kong sect. Get up, I'll teach you the basic internal skill "four plus actions of Vajra"... "

Everything happens too fast, like a dream, all seeing, hearing, sniffing, touching and thinking are so illusory.

Li dingxun fainted.

……

"Hoon, wake up." Li meizheng, her mother, wakes up her eldest son who is sleeping in the quiet room.

"Mama, I was dreaming."

"What dream?"

"Gold everywhere, mountains and Bodhisattvas."

Li meizheng's face brightened, "good boy, you are in the pure land!"

"It seems to be." Li dingxun thought of the words on the mountain wall, the so-called holy land.

"Tell your mother, what do you see? Are there many people? Did they attack you? "

"No one, no, someone, an old man, is very kind to me and teaches me things."

"What did I teach you?"

"I don't remember. I fell asleep."

Li meizheng laughs and is amused by his son's stupidity.

She hugged Li dingxun with a smile, took him to bed, tucked him in, turned around and went out to talk to Li piguang about the good news.

The bedroom door was closed and Li dingxun didn't sleep.

But I didn't open my eyes.

He felt that there was a white flower in the middle of his brain, with only two petals. There was a cold air coming out of it, flowing down his spine. Under his stomach, there was a coral red four petaled flower, which was divided into two strands, one left and one right. He turned around and came back to his eyebrows.

It's interesting.

After watching for a while, he felt a little sleepy and decided to go to bed. At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open again, and Li piguang stepped into the room with a smile.

When his father came, Li dingxun had to get up to see him.

"Good boy, when you enter the pure land at the age of five, it seems that you are predestined with Bodhisattva! If you can have this blessing, dad will be relieved

Li meizheng followed him and tucked his eldest son back into the quilt. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and glared at Li piguang. "My son is certainly blessed. However, xunzai said that there was an old man who taught him something, but he didn't know what he taught." he turned and patted Li dingxun's little face. "Come on, tell Grandma, what did the old man say?"

Li dingxun was in a trance. He blinked his eyes three times, and then he fell asleep with a few vague words in his mouth.

The couple looked at each other with a smile, but they didn't have the idea to get to the bottom.

Sitting by the bed chatting for a while, they got up and left.

The next day, Li dingxun got up early to stand on the stake. For some unknown reason, he stood like a model. He told himself that there were several supports in his body, which helped him stand up. His progress was attributed to the blessing of Bodhisattva by Li piguang, as if he was enlightened when he entered the pure land.

At noon, his younger brother Li Zhongshou, who is one year younger, came running to him from the yard next door.

"Brother, can you see my snail?"

Li dingxun a Leng, the younger brother said is echo snail, one of the boy's toys.

"How can you find your own things here?"Four year old brother some clever, "yesterday, in throwing snail, disappeared."

Echo snail, littering

Li dingxun sat by the pond and didn't want to walk around, so he perfunctorily said, "OK, brother will help you find it. Go back to play."

"No, I want to play with brother." With that, he galloped back. After a long time, he brought over a pile of wood parts.

"Is this the mechanism toy of Zhujian villa?" Li dingxun heard that this kind of product is popular in China. Through the channels of pure land shopping and several major chambers of Commerce, the gang of blacksmiths can buy these gadgets everywhere.

Organ dolls are a kind of characteristics of Zhujian villa. It is said that they are the direct inheritance of pre Qin Mohism. The villa has also accepted many descendants of Luban and Gongshu. After generations of painstaking study, they have reached the peak in skills and even reached the realm of channeling.

Li Zhongshou, his younger brother, loves playing very much, so Li meizheng asked for a lot of such amusing things. The puppets in Zhujian mountain villa are equivalent to modern children's LEGO toys, which can not be missed by anyone who has the conditions.

It took Li dingxun an hour to work with his younger brother. Finally, he assembled a wooden bird, which was winded and fluttered around. Finally, he bumped into the head of the old man who was teaching. The old man was so scared that he fell down. Unfortunately, he came to class with a book in his hand. As soon as he entered, he was suddenly attacked, his buttocks were blue, and a small bag was bulging on his forehead.

So, for the next three weeks, Li dingxun didn't have a class in his own yard. In the afternoon, he knelt in front of the door of the old man's guest room and recited the poem to the closed carved wooden door. If he made a mistake, he would hear the old man's roar and let him play the board by himself.

Li dingxun grabbed the ruler in his left hand and slapped it five times in the palm of his right hand. Then he began to carry it on his back

When the sun goes down to the west, it will always be a cloudy sky. A circle of light falls on the wall of the pan ear. Li dingxun is thirsty. He listens to the teacher's lecture, but his eyes are wandering around. He looks at the cloud sky with light golden shadows, like a thick silk cloth. Those dark cloud patterns are like the dragon in the sky, chasing the secret sun, and the sun will fall behind the wall and fall to the sky After the mountain, the light still remains, shines, refracts and diffuses, but the night is also like a giant beast devouring the sky.

There was a gust of wind, hoping to disperse the clouds at night, so that the moon and stars could come out and breathe in such a thick quilt. Otherwise, wouldn't it be very stuffy?

Li dingxun thought, is the moon and stars always there, or is there nothing behind the clouds? Only when the clouds disperse, will the moon and stars appear?

"Go back and copy Shuo Mo and Jian Jia And so on, in block letters... " Mr. Wang's voice is turbid, with phlegm in it. His hoarse voice is even more strange. It seems that there is no comfortable baritone between the high notes and the low notes. "OK, go back."

Li dingxun woke up like a dream, "thank you, sir! Sir, get well soon! The students are leaving

One night, in the quiet room, he found his brother's echo snail, in a corner by the door. No wonder he heard someone imitating him these two days.

Clutching the shell and looking back at the window hole on the wall, Li dingxun opened his hand and held a handful of moonlight, as if it were night dew and frost.