Supreme Merit Cultivation System

Dinner was eaten in the main room in the backyard of the courtyard in Guanfengling.

The five kinds of vegetarian dishes were all exquisite and delicious. The rice was pearl rice, a specialty of Daikin, which was also very delicious. Under the gaze of one bald head and one two bald heads, Li Mo finished three large bowls of rice in one go and cut most of the vegetarian dishes.

Sweeping it all away. As a monk or a monk in the foundation-building stage, it doesn't matter whether you eat or not. But most monks, whether Buddhist or Taoist, will not give up the beneficial exercise of eating.

The so-called Tao follows nature, what is nature? Eating, drinking and having diarrhea is nature!

Minliduo stared at her big eyes and bit her spoon, looking a little dumbfounded. Li Mo raised his head and smiled at her. Wuhui frowned slightly when he saw this smile.

After dinner, Minliduo went to practice again. Wuhui waved his hand and cleared the table, smiled and said, "Fellow Taoist, can you go for a walk with me?"

Li Mo nodded, and the two of them came to the maple forest in the garden one after another. While walking side by side, Wuhui always frowned, looking worried.

Seeing her being so entangled, Li Mo couldn't bear it. He said, "Master, there's no need to be entangled. I understand everything about you."

When Wuhui heard what he said, his brows immediately widened. He said gratefully: "My fellow Taoist is sensible, that's the best. Poseidon is so great, even if the saint gets Xuanku's recognition here, it actually doesn't mean anything.

.Only by going to the great universe can a saint get the best cultivation and the best inheritance!"

Li Mo nodded repeatedly and said: "It makes sense, Master. I actually think so too. It's the age to work hard and make progress."

Wuhui was in a good mood when he heard the words. He stopped and said: "Thank you is a heavy word, but it is light. If you have any problems in practice, or if you need any spiritual tools or magic methods, you might as well ask for it. I don't have anything that a poor monk has."

Will be stingy."

There is no distinction between men and women in the temple of Xitian Paradise. Therefore, male and female monks basically call themselves "monks". For example, Wuhui in front of him calls himself "poor monk". There are also some who call themselves "poor nuns", but relatively speaking, they seem to have no future.

, as if he didn’t dare to compete with the monk.

Li Mo still remembered Minliduo's explanation and said without thinking: "Listening to the 'Black and White Rakshasa' of the Western Paradise is a very powerful practice method. I wonder if the master can teach it to me?"

Wuhui first narrowed his eyes slightly, and then stared at Li Mo with stern eyes.

Li Mo looked at her for a moment without flinching, but soon began to feel guilty. He turned his head and coughed dryly: "This...if it's inconvenient, then forget it."

Wuhui glanced at him meaningfully and said, "It seems that the saint really trusts her fellow Taoist, which really makes the poor monk jealous!"

Is this jealous? Are you a Buddhist disciple? Li Mo continued to slander.

Wuhui frowned and pondered for a long time, as if he suddenly figured out something, and said with an indifferent expression: "The black and white Rakshasa Dharmakaya is a powerful method of our Xitian Fudi Sect. Fellow Taoist is an outsider, so he can't

It was taught. But I think fellow Taoists also know that Poseidon is about to undergo major changes that have not been seen for thousands of years, and many rules are no longer so important."

Li Mo was surprised and said: "Master, what you mean is that it can be taught?"

Wuhui looked at him with a smile, neither passing nor denying. He raised his hands, and the sleeves of the broad monk's robe fell naturally, revealing two jade arms like lotus roots.

In Li Mo's wide eyes, two hands had already touched his face and kneaded it gently.

This...where did this come from? In an instant, Li Mo even lost his ability to speak. He felt her hands were warm and soft, squeezing his face very comfortably.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through my mind, and I still couldn't find the right way between the serious refusal and the polite refusal with half-words and half-suggestions. As Wu Regret kneaded my brain, a lot more thoughts slowly appeared.

Text comes.

Li Mo sweated secretly and said to himself that he was lucky. It turned out to be a teaching. Is this how Buddhism teaches? Fortunately, he didn't refuse just now, otherwise Wu Hui would have had "complicated thoughts" again.

So he also put on a look like "I knew it would be like this". He stood calmly and endured the extremely ambiguous process of teaching the Dharma.

Wuhui raised his face and exhaled like a blue breath. He kneaded his hands for half a quarter of an hour. When he took his hands away, the fingers of his right hand brushed past Li Mo's lips one by one, intentionally or unintentionally.

This...Buddhist teaching process...

Li Mo blinked his eyes and felt the faint fragrance of virginity on his lips. Thinking of the Buddhist joyful Zen method commonly seen in various martial arts, his thoughts suddenly became clear again.

He quickly looked at the extra words in his mind, only to see that the words had formed the image of a huge green lotus. This thing should be linked to cultivation, and now he could only see the words on the petals of a lotus.

But after taking a closer look, he suddenly discovered that it was not the practice method of "Black and White Rakshasa Dharmakaya", but a defensive method called "Oriental Blessing and Wisdom Green Lotus". What he had just seen was a cultivation method for the elementary level of heaven.

method.

Instead of giving him the "Black and White Rakshasa Dharma Body", he gave him a sect defense spell? Li Mo guessed that the Holy Monk without Regrets was still a little reluctant, so he used this spell to frustrate him. But this one was for nothing, Li Mo

There was nothing wrong with Mo. He cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, Master, for teaching me the Dharma."

Holy Monk Wugui looked at him meaningfully, with a hint of apology in his eyes. He nodded and said: "Fellow Taoist, you're welcome. You have helped the saint so many times, and I feel a little guilty for teaching you a skill."

.It’s getting late. There are only two women here, me and the saint. It’s not easy for fellow Taoists to stay overnight..."

Li Mo quickly said: "Then I'll say goodbye now. Master also knows that I have a lot of things going on recently."

Wuhui said: "That's it. I'll go see the saint right away. She wanted to give it to you."

…

At dusk, the sky rarely clears up. Above the mountains, a particularly large sunset is slowly falling towards the distant mountains.

As soon as she walked down the steps, Minliduo immediately returned to her jumping and cheerful appearance and said: "Dad, have you obtained the black and white Rakshasa practice method?"

Li Mo shrugged and said, "I didn't get it. The holy monk only taught me the Eastern Fortune Wisdom and Green Lotus. But this is pretty good. I originally thought..."

Before he finished speaking, he had no choice but to shut up in advance. But Minliduo was pinching her waist and staring at him angrily.

Li Mo scratched his head and said, "What's wrong?"

Minliduo hesitated to speak, with tears in her eyes, she suddenly became listless and said: "Dad, why are you disobedient? How can the blessed and wise Qinglian compare with the black and white Rakshasa? The path of spiritual practice is so dangerous and catastrophic.

After all, the black and white Rakshasa is the way to overcome the tribulation!"

Li Mo was moved and stepped forward, caressing her bald head, and said: "I know you are doing this for my own good. But those who practice a way to overcome tribulations are human beings, and magic is just a tool. Everything depends on people. You have to believe that Dad can go all the way.

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Seeing that Minlido was still flattening her lips angrily, he said in a half-joking tone: "You Buddhists are really weird. You have to rub your face no matter how you teach. You are not the founder of the face-rubbing party..."

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Before she could finish her words, Minliduo jumped up again. This time her face was as dark as the bottom of a pot. She gritted her teeth and glared at him: "Why did Elder Gong teach the Dharma to you again?"