The Earth Is My Dantian

There is a mountain on the west mountain, which is not too high or steep. Every year, many dignitaries and dignitaries from Xianyang come to offer incense and worship Buddha.

Hanshan Temple is here.

Although Hanshan Temple is also located in Xishan, it is a bit far away from the hunting place in Xishan, and there are several hills in the middle.

On this mountain peak, there are many temples and halls, and they are also very simple. Except for the golden body of Buddha, there are not many valuable things in the whole Hanshan Temple.

The monks in Hanshan Temple are honest and responsible, and they dare not make too deep acquaintances with the dignitaries and dignitaries in Xianyang.

There are hundreds of monks in Hanshan Temple, and they are determined not to exceed this number. They chant sutras and Buddhas every day, study martial arts, and live in peace.

In Hanshan Temple, there is a monk who guards the Zangshu Pavilion. He entered the monastery twenty years ago and has been guarding the Zangshu Pavilion for more than ten years. Now he has become a group of people with the highest seniority in Hanshan Temple.

Uncle Mason.

Maosen is the Dharma name, which was chosen by his master. When a teenager came to become a monk, the old monk knew there must be a reason. The most hurtful thing in the world is a word of love. The name Maosen means that he can truly return to the mountains and forests , in this Hanshan Temple, spend the rest of my life in Xishan.

Maosen has never left Hanshan Temple since he became a monk, and rarely left Zangshu Pavilion.

These years, the eldest lady came once or twice a year, Mao Sen knew, but he didn't come out, and the eldest lady was not seen.

It's not that he has realized something, but that he is afraid that he will not be able to control himself.

Twenty years of Buddhist practice not only did not extinguish the flame of love in Maosen's heart, but made him more intense than when he was a teenager. Like a pot of wine, brewed for twenty years, it must be extremely mellow.

Mao Sen also knew that there was no possibility between himself and the eldest lady, and he could not express his feelings, otherwise he would harm her.

I thought it would be like this for the rest of my life, accompanied by the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, but who would have thought that a letter from tonight would make Maosen unable to sleep.

The letter from the eldest lady clearly stated,

Kill Ye Sheng and continue the frontier.

Only these eight words made Maosen so excited that he couldn't help himself.

Continuing the frontier, he dreamed of this all his dreams. He had a glimpse of it when he was young, and he admired it hard. After being persuaded, she put on her wedding dress and entered Ye Wang's mansion amidst the peach blossoms in the sky.

The young man watched his beloved enter Ye Wang's mansion, looked at the congenital gongs and drums, and beamed at the scene, then turned and left.

A few days later, he became a monk in Hanshan Temple, cutting off the three thousand worldly worries, and wanted to use Buddhism to make himself forget everything.

As it turned out, he failed.

The boy turned into a middle-aged man. Twenty years of time had endowed him with profound cultivation, but it did not bring him relief. Instead, he sank deeper and deeper.

The encounter when I was young, the smile I looked back at, are deeply imprinted in my heart, like cinnabar, every time I think of it, it hurts so much.

"Buddha, Maosen has been cultivating hard for twenty years, but today he finds that he is still the infatuated boy back then, and he is ashamed of the Buddha's teachings." Maosen knelt in front of the Buddha, deeply repenting.

Standing up again, Mao Sen heaved a sigh of relief, he knew what Da Furen's writing this letter represented, and also knew that once he left Hanshan Temple, there would be no turning back.

But he doesn't regret it, instead of being tortured every day, it's better to turn the longing and friendship into a goodbye, even if the result of this goodbye is to be smashed to pieces, he is not afraid.

In the middle of the night, Mao Sen wiped down the Buddha statues in the Buddhist hall, knelt down devoutly, turned and left without looking back.

In the heavy snow, Mao Sen's thin figure showed no hesitation, just like when he watched his beloved walk into the palace wearing a wedding dress.

...

On the west mountain, in another place, a middle-aged man in white clothes, with a handsome face, exudes a radiant radiance in the dark night and in the white snow.

Beside the middle-aged man in white,

There was an old man dressed as a beggar walking slowly, leading a lame horse.

Far away behind the two of them, an impatient teenager watched silently with a piece of grass in his mouth.

"Are you going to Xianyang?" The middle-aged Baiyu was Bai Yutian, the ninth immortal in the world, asked at this moment.

The old man said calmly: "It's time to go, remember to come and collect my body when the time comes."

Bai Yutian said silently, "It's a pity, you don't have much chance."

"I have to give it a try, he is the only person I can find now." The old man said softly.

"The whole world will be watching this battle." Bai Yutian said expectantly.

"Don't expect it, my health is broken, and I can't fight any exciting duels." The old man waved his hand.

"You leave, I should leave too, waiting for your performance." Bai Yutian smiled.

"Let's go, let's go, tell you these polite words, look at the face of the boy I brought, he is going to get angry, I want to take him to Xianyang, there will be a disturbance, and soon, he will be famous all over the world." The old man looked forward to it.

Bai Yutian also looked at the young man, nodded and said, "I'm looking forward to it."

The old man led the lame horse and shouted: "Stinky boy, what are you doing there, let's go."

When Chu Zhongtian heard it, he was as happy as a horse, and came straight forward, saying, "Are you really leaving?"

"Let's go, go to Xianyang, and make him turn upside down." The old man nodded and said.

"You're bragging again, last time you said you were going to turn me upside down, but instead you took me to stay in this deep mountain and old forest for a month." Chu Zhongtian said dissatisfied.

"It's really going to turn upside down this time, don't you pee your pants when the time comes." The old man led the horse and walked down the mountain.

Chu Zhongtian's voice came from far away: "I can pee my pants, what a joke, who am I, Chu Zhongtian, the number one expert in the world in the future, who can make me pee my pants?"

Listening to the conversation between the grandpa and grandson, Bai Yutian smiled, looked at Xianyang, and said, "The second in the world enters Xianyang, what should the number one in the world do?"

...

The disturbance from the outside world was irrelevant to Ye Sheng.

He practiced alchemy every day in the monastery, concentrating on his cultivation, and his speed was increasing day by day. Whether it was pills or meat, he could eat whatever he wanted, and his cultivation level was directly like taking a train, soaring all the way.

In another short period of three days, Ye Sheng directly reached the peak of the seventh heaven.

At the same time, his spirit is about to break through.

On this day, Ye Sheng saw his master and said, "Master, my spiritual cultivation is going to break through the sixth heaven and reach the seventh heaven, but I'm still close, I don't know why?"

Daoist Qingxu looked at Ye Sheng and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I feel like I have heart palpitations. Every time I break through, I feel restless, as if someone is watching me secretly." Ye Sheng thought.

He could have broken through earlier, but this time when it came to a critical moment, he would feel flustered, palpitated, and sweat all over his body.

This was the first time, Ye Sheng didn't know why, could it be that he made a mistake in his practice?

Daoist Qingxu frowned: "Telepathy, has your spirit reached such a level?"

"What is telepathy?" Ye Sheng asked.

"This is a feeling that only belongs to the state of leaving the body. It is a whim in the folks, something mysterious and mysterious. If you feel that someone is staring at you, it means that someone is going to kill you." Daoist Qingxu reminded Ye Sheng.