"Are you trying to fish?"

Xia Ning gently kicked Qin Xun on the back with the toe of her high heels.

But she found that he didn't respond, and she couldn't help but feel a little angry.

I have warned him over and over again and said I would keep an eye on him 24 hours a day.

Just now he swore to Anke, Ye Lan, and Auntie that he would conduct devil training properly.

But it only lasted three minutes.

Dogs cannot change shit.

A fish monster is always a fish monster!

This fish king doesn’t take me, the fish monster terminator, seriously at all!

Xia Ning walked to Qin Xun and squatted down.

Seeing him crossing his legs and closing his eyes, there was a trace of solemnity on his face.

Like an old monk in meditation.

Xia Ning couldn't help but hesitate and asked in a low voice.

"Qin Xun, what are you doing?"

I saw Qin Xun slowly opening his eyes, his eyes calm and clear, like autumn lake water.

"The more you catch fish, the better your mood will be, the better your mood will be, the higher your efficiency will be, and the higher your efficiency will be. Practicing boxing will get twice the result with half the effort."

Xia Ning: "..."

She has heard Qin Xun's theory many times.

After many times of practical verification, Qin Xun found that this set of fallacies had no effect on others.

But the effect was indeed remarkable on Qin Xun.

Xia Ning said with some drumming in her heart.

"Are you lying to me?"

“Those jobs used to be mental activities.”

"But boxing training is a physical activity that requires thousands of exercises to form conditioned reflexes in the muscles."

She paused, looked into Qin Xun's eyes, and reminded him solemnly.

"I don't think your theory is applicable to boxing practice."

Qin Xun shook his head, with an unpredictable smile on his face.

His tone of voice is like that of an eighty-year-old flower monk.

"Ning Ning, this is wrong."

"I call this meditation, also called meditation training."

“The most critical thing in learning any skill is a change in ideology.”

"According to our Buddhist terms, it is enlightenment."

"Enlightenment, you understand?"

Xia Ning nodded, then shook his head.

"Epiphany, I understand."

"But what do you mean by your Buddhist family?"

"Are you going to become a monk?"

Qin Xun looked at Xia Ning and smiled slightly, adjusted his hairstyle, and explained slowly.

"The patroness."

"Please don't disturb my meditation or affect my boxing practice."

Xia Ning stared at his face and felt a little nervous when she saw his sincere expression.

"Meditate and practice boxing?"

"You won't lie to me, will you?"

Qin Xun smiled.

"How could I lie to you!"

"The Buddha said that Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand. There is nothing in the beginning, so how can it cause dust."

Xia Ning heard him say a classic Zen saying inexplicably.

He really sounded like an eminent monk, and his expression became serious unconsciously.

Xia Ning lowered his head and thought.

The meaning of this Zen saying.

It probably means that when pursuing things, you have to look within yourself and don’t have to work hard to seek them from the outside world.

Could it be that Qin Xun's level is so high?

Can inner meditation really be reflected on the outer body?

Xia Ning looked up at Qin Xun, wanting to confirm again, and asked.

"Qin Xun, what do you mean by this Zen saying?"

Qin Xun's expression remained unchanged and his smile was gentle.

"If you only know this one sentence, then say this sentence."

Xia Ning's expression changed.

"..."

I was overthinking it just now.

Xia Ning felt vaguely uneasy.

Suddenly I felt like I might have been deceived, like a big fool.

She reached out and grabbed Qin Xun's collar and said coldly.

"I'll give you an hour to meditate."

"In an hour, give me a punch and see."

"If it works, I'll let you go."

"If it doesn't work, don't blame me, the fish monster terminator, for killing me."

Qin Xun smiled, looked at Xia Ning's somewhat cold face, nodded slightly, and closed his eyes.

"Amitabha."

"Okay, female donor."

Xia Ning: "..."

She looked at Qin Xun meditating with his eyes closed, feeling more and more uneasy and feeling more and more like an idiot.

Qin Xun meditated cross-legged.

Xia Ning moved the small bench in front of Qin Xun and set a one-hour countdown on the alarm clock on his cell phone.

She sat on a stool and read some news.

He looked at Qin Xun from time to time.

Qin Xun's expression became more relaxed and calmer.

It seems to be getting better.

Xia Ning thought he was so cute, so she secretly took a photo with her cell phone.

suddenly.

She saw Qin Xun closing his eyes, leaning forward, slowly lying on the floor, holding his head with his left hand and yawning.

Xia Ning raised her eyebrows, walked over, and gently patted Qin Xun's face.

"Wake up, wake up."

"Qin Xun, wake up!"

"What are you doing?"

Qin Xun opened his eyes, frowned, and explained.

"Have you never been to a temple?"

“Which temple doesn’t have a Buddha statue in this posture?”

"This is also a Buddhist practice posture, and it is a more difficult one."

"It's terrible to be uneducated!"

Xia Ning: "???"

She pointed at Qin Xun's left hand supporting his head and said displeasedly.

"The posture you are talking about should be the auspicious lying posture."

"But you shouldn't be lying on the ground on your right side, supporting your head with your right hand, and putting your left hand on your body!"

"Your posture is completely reversed."

Qin Xun: "..."

I almost forgot that Xia Ning was nicknamed Old Nun. She was a fierce person who could recite the Diamond Sutra.

She knows better than me.

Not easy to fool.

Qin Xun coughed slightly, looked at Xia Ning, and said seriously.

"Donor, you are in trouble."

He repeated the Zen saying again.

"There is no tree in Bodhi, the mirror is not a stage, and there is nothing in it, where can it cause dust."

"Your realm is too shallow."

He turned over and turned his back to Xia Ning.

Following the movements taught by Xia Ning, he lay on the right side of his body and used his right hand as a pillow to support his head.

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun's back and cursed in a low voice.

"Monk."

She sat down on the small bench again and looked at the time.

There are still 50 minutes to go until an hour.

She started scrolling through her phone again, looking at Qin Xun from time to time.

He found that Qin Xun's body was rising and falling slightly and his breathing was long.

The body rises and falls like mountains, and the breath is as long as the autumn wind.

It's actually a bit Zen-like.

Xia Ning smiled, lowered her head and continued to look at her phone.

suddenly.

She saw a short horror story.

He was so mesmerized that he didn't look up at Qin Xun for a long time.

Just when she was seeing the wonderful part, she suddenly heard a slight snore.

Xia Ning raised her head suddenly and her expression changed.

Qin Xun was seen lying crookedly on the ground.

Where is the auspicious sleep, it is simply a drunkard's sleep.

Xia Ning walked over, looked down at the sleeping Qin Xun, squatted down, and grabbed his collar.

Pulled it up roughly.

"Qin Xun, wake up!"

Qin Xun suddenly woke up with sleepy eyes.

"What's the matter?"

"Just eating?"

Xia Ning: "!!!"

"In addition to sleeping, you are eating. Were you meditating on being a loser just now?"

Qin Xun looked embarrassed, pushed away Xia Ning's hand holding his collar, sat on the ground, and yawned.

"I really woke up too early today."

"I just meditated and entered a mysterious and mysterious realm. I seemed to see the sun shining on the Golden Mountain, and the Lord Buddha poked his head out of the burning clouds."

"Tell me gently, 'Go to sleep, go to sleep!'"

He looked at Xia Ning and smiled.

"I have no choice but to obey the Buddha's decree."

But he saw Xia Ning's face was cold.

"Do you think you are funny?"

"Do you think I'm really an idiot?"


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