Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality!

Chapter 985 Master, I understand

Lu Yang could feel that the four ancient immortals were trying their best to beautify the Immortal Fairy, and the beautification effect was remarkable. Even Lao Meng felt that the Immortal Fairy was a great virtuous and true Buddha, and admired him endlessly.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it." Lu Yang was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to harm his good brother. "Just know the truth about ancient times and other things. Just stay with me when Lao Meng goes through the tribulation."

After visiting the Main Hall, Master Duan Chen took the two of them to the guest room.

On the wall of the guest room are the cursive scriptures written by Master Duan Chen himself, which are imbued with energy and energy. Lu Yang can't understand them at all, but he can feel that even if he can't understand them, just staying in the room will make him calm and focused. The effect can help monks quickly enter concentration.

Writing scriptures all over the wall is a big expense for Master Duanchen, and it is impossible to write them in every guest room.

"This should be the best guest room in Kaihuang Temple, but it's a pity that it's of little use to me."

Lu Yang sat on the bed and fell into meditation within a few breaths of time.

He has been disturbed by the Immortal Fairy for a long time. As long as he doesn't listen to the Immortal Fairy's words, he can enter samadhi at any time.

Practice overnight.

Lu Yang broke out of his trance, opened the door and stretched out comfortably, feeling refreshed.

The door to the next door opened and Meng Jingzhou also woke up.

"Hey-ha-"

The two of them heard a uniform sound of haha ​​coming from not far away. They followed the sound and saw that it was the monks from Kaihuang Temple practicing boxing in the morning. Their movements were neat and the sound was loud.

"Do you know what kind of boxing this is?" Lu Yang asked. He didn't know much about boxing.

"It should be Long Arm Boxing." Meng Jingzhou looked at it carefully and said, "It is a folk martial arts that can stretch the muscles and strengthen the body."

There are a large number of mortal monks in Kaihuang Temple. They cannot learn Kung Fu and can only practice folk martial arts.

Although it is a folk martial arts, the effect is no worse than low-level exercises. There are many martial arts masters in the world who have defeated the monks in the Qi training period.

Take Long Arm Boxing as an example. At the beginning, Long Arm Boxing was just a very common boxing technique with nothing special about it. However, as the founder of Long Arm Boxing kindly saved an old beggar who was beaten by gangsters, he asked the old man to After the beggar had eaten, everything became different.

When he woke up, the founder of Long Arm Boxing found a brand new book of Long Arm Boxing lying beside his pillow. He had made improvements on the original basis, making Long Arm Boxing easy to learn, fast to practice, and high in limit.

The thirty-sixth generation descendant of Long Arm Boxing also had a similar experience. He accidentally formed a good relationship with a powerful cultivator, which made Long Arm Boxing reinvented.

It is said that there is also a powerful person who can transcend tribulations and play in the human world. When he became a mortal child, he learned and improved the long-arm boxing.

All these factors mean that although long-arm boxing is still a folk martial arts category, its power is no longer what it was originally.

Other folk martial arts have more or less similar experiences, and they all have had a fateful relationship.

"The rumors that the Long Arm Fist has been modified by the great power of transitional calamity should be true." Meng Jingzhou said, with his eyesight, he couldn't see anything that could be modified in the Long Arm Fist. Any modification would destroy the integrity of the boxing technique. , which shows that the cultivation level of the monks who modified the Long Arm Fist far exceeds his.

"Good morning, two benefactors." Master Duan Chen appeared behind them with a smile, holding a string of Buddhist beads.

"master."

"I wonder what the two of you have planned for today. It's easy for me, the poor monk, to arrange manpower."

Lu Yang smiled and said: "We are new here and know very little about the Buddhist country. Any arrangements will be decided by the master."

"Today is the day for the poor monk to receive pilgrims, which is a major feature of this temple. If the two donors have nothing to do, why not take a look?"

As the abbot, Master Duanchen has many affairs. It is impossible to receive pilgrims every day, so nothing can be done.

So he made a rule to receive pilgrims on a random day within a month. The day depends on fate.

"Then I'll bother you, Master."

The incense in Kaihuang Temple is stronger than when the previous abbots were there. There are many pilgrims waiting at the door before the door opens, and there are even pilgrims from other cities coming to pay homage.

When the pilgrims learned that Master Duan Chen was hosting them today, they were overjoyed.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou have special status. Although not everyone knows their appearance, their fame is known to everyone. If anyone recognizes them, once the news gets out, pilgrims will probably rush to leave in droves. Huangsiyong.

Therefore, the two of them hid their bodies and auras and stood beside Master Duan Chen.

To receive pilgrims is to enlighten them and help them solve their problems.

The first pilgrim was a weak woman whom I felt pity for. She was extremely weak and crying.

"Master, many years ago my fiancé eloped with my maid on our wedding night. I wanted to let him go, but after so many years, I still can't let him go."

Master Duan Chen smiled slightly, took out a jade bottle and filled it with water.

"Female donor, please see, this jade bottle is you. If you want to let go of someone, you have to fill yourself with new things to replace that person."

"Master, I understand."

Originally, the water in the bottle would gradually dry up, but if you keep thinking about him, the water in the bottle will become more and more filled, and you will not think about him."

The second pilgrim was a quite generous woman, but when talking about the past, she inevitably showed sadness.

"Master, I have a childhood sweetheart. The two of us were childhood sweethearts. Things were not going well that year. In order to make a living, my father sold me to the Yuan family and became the lady's personal maid. Suddenly one day, I met the eldest lady's fiancé. He is my childhood sweetheart. He took me away on the lady’s wedding night and said he wanted to travel around the world with me. But not long after we got married, he said he wanted to escape from the mortal world and become a Buddhist. After so many years, I still can’t let him go. ”

Master Duan Chen smiled slightly, took out a jade bottle filled with water, and poured out the water in the bottle.

"Female donor, are you enlightened?"

The second pilgrim thought thoughtfully: "It's hard to recover. My husband's departure is an unchangeable fact. I need to accept this fact and continue to move forward. Master, I understand."

The third pilgrim is a wandering monk with a dark face. He has been wandering for an unknown period of time.

"Master, my practice has reached a bottleneck."

"I have a fiancée and a childhood sweetheart. Both of them are very good girls. I chose my childhood sweetheart. Suddenly one day after I got married, I looked at my childhood sweetheart and I suddenly realized that family affection and love are what bind me. Emotions, I feel that everything is meaningless, maybe Buddhism is calling me, I left my childhood sweetheart and became a wandering monk, but after so many years, I feel more and more that I am not suitable to escape into Buddhism, and I also ask the master to clarify my doubts ”

Master Duan Chen smiled slightly and used magic to put the water on the ground back into the jade bottle.

The third pilgrim suddenly realized: "Master, what do you mean is that there is a chance to save everything, can I return to secular life?"

Master Duan Chen hit the pilgrim on the head with a bottle, knocking him unconscious.

"The poor monk thinks it feels good to hit people like this."

Before passing out, the pilgrim vaguely saw Master Duan Chen turning over the table, and quickly opened the door and called out to the first two pilgrims who were about to leave: "Two female donors, don't put them down yet!" (End of this chapter)