The Supreme Being

A clear stream flowed out of the mountain forest, circled in front of Meng Qi's eyes, and then flowed down to the foot of the mountain.

The nearby green trees were shaded, the mist filled the mountains and forests, and the air was extremely fresh, making Meng Qi feel relaxed physically and mentally.

Before dawn, the morning bell rang, waking up Meng Qi. After learning a small Sanskrit mantra in the morning class, he and Zhenhui were arranged by Xuanxin to carry water here. There were Zhenying, Zhenguan and others around. As well as the monks of the Wumon Monastery who used water to carry out tempering.

Looking at the stream, Meng Qi inadvertently saw his current appearance through the slowly flowing water.

This is a child with eyes like ink, eyebrows like distant mountains, pink and jade, about twelve or thirteen years old, only a little older than Zhenhui.

"You're not bad looking. It seemed like you were pampered in the past." Meng Qi praised himself, but then lamented, what's the use of this to a monk? I must return to secular life!

He sank the barrel to the bottom of the water, intending to test his strength. At the same time, he warned Zhen Hui beside him: "Little junior brother, you only pick half, don't show off."

"Yeah." Zhenhui looked at the fish swimming in the stream and licked her lips.

Just as Meng Qi was about to lift the barrel, he suddenly felt that someone was looking at him, so he turned his head and looked over, and happened to see a group of familiar monks who were ordained by Xuan Ku along with him. Among the young novices, Meng Qi can still remember the names of not many, but now he looks at his true virtue.

Zhende's eyebrows were messy and his cheeks were long and thin. When Meng Qi looked back, he raised his head slightly, seeming a little arrogant and proud.

When the other novice monks around him saw this, their faces changed from bitter expressions to smiles. It seemed that the hardships of life in the monastery disappeared after seeing their "companions" who were worse off than themselves.

Yes, we entered the martial monks' monastery, while Zhending and Zhenhui can only be handyman monks. This is something to be happy and proud of.

Zhende opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but after taking a look at the disciplinary monk next to him, he closed his mouth and lifted the barrels out of the stream, two full barrels.

Meng Qi curled his lips and decided not to be like a child. He would one day enter the martial arts academy and learn the unique skills of Shaolin!

He put aside his distracting thoughts and lifted the two barrels with all his strength.

As soon as the barrel left the water, Meng Qi was shocked. How could it be so light?

He felt that the barrel was lifted without any effort.

"Is it heavy?" Meng Qi asked Zhenhui doubtfully.

Zhenhui walked over obediently and lifted the two full buckets of water in front of Meng Qi. His veins popped out when he lifted them, his face was distorted, and then he nodded: "Heavy."

"Isn't it a problem with the water?" Meng Qi took a breath and thought to himself, "Is this body born with great strength? Well, look at the skin, clothes, accessories, and the Marquis described by the horse-faced uncle, this body I'm afraid he comes from a noble family. He may have practiced martial arts before and laid a solid foundation. His strength is much greater than that of a normal child. "

No matter what the reason was, Meng Qi was no longer afraid of carrying water. He leaned down, picked up two buckets of water, and followed the team of monks in front of him to climb the stone steps.

The team quickly stretched and separated. The monks, who had been trained for many years and were able to walk quickly while carrying iron buckets and water, quickly disappeared into the forest.

In order not to attract attention, Meng Qi, Zhen Hui and other helper monks stayed at the end. Zhen De and other new novice monks from the Wu Monk Academy had just entered the temple for a day and had not made any progress, so they were the same.

Sensing the gazes of Meng Qi and others, the faces of Zhende and other young novice monks from the martial monastery turned red. They lowered their waists, took good postures, and strode forward, not wanting to fall with this group of handyman monks.

Seeing their speed increase, Meng Qi's heart moved. He also followed their example and lowered his waist and took a good posture. Suddenly, the wooden bucket filled with water felt lighter.

"This posture is very simple..." Meng Qi fumbled for a technique to make it easier for him to exert force. His pace gradually increased and he unknowingly left Zhenhui behind and surpassed Zhende.

"Hmph, you have to be steady at the beginning, or you won't be able to walk later!" Zhende said angrily behind Meng Qi.

Meng Qi let out a laugh and felt that he needed to change to a big wooden barrel tomorrow, otherwise there would be no exercise effect.

However, the mountain road was difficult to navigate, and as it went uphill, Meng Qi was still sweating and panting.

"Pay attention to controlling your breathing." Suddenly, a serious voice sounded in his ears,

Meng Qi looked sideways and found that the patrolling monk had stood next to him at some point, demonstrating the rhythm of breathing. He was surprised and happy, and he learned to regulate his breathing, and soon there was no more confusion and exhaustion. Phenomenon, all the way back to the temple

"Tomorrow we will change the bucket to carry water." the preceptive monk ordered, and then went down to meet the other novice monks.

The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched. Although he had this idea in his mind, he was still worried that he didn't have enough strength.

After a while, Zhenhui Zhende and other young novice monks also carried water up the mountain, and saw a calm and composed Meng Qi breathing in the "morning light" there.

"It's just, it's just strength." Zhende gasped and muttered. Like other young monks in the martial arts academy, he felt embarrassed in front of Zhending, who was clearly no match for himself and others!

Then, without stopping, they hurriedly left here.

"Junior brother, take it easy, are you okay?" Meng Qi didn't pay attention to them at all, and asked Zhenhui, who was breathing heavily.

Zhenhui nodded: "Very, very good, breakfast!"

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After breakfast, it was just dawn and the east was red.

Meng Qi, however, did not feel sore and weak after strenuous physical labor. Instead, he felt more awake and full of energy.

"This body is really good..." Meng Qi looked at the tired monks staggering around in the hall, feeling happy. No matter what, a good body is what he can rely on in the future.

"Come with me, the newcomer, come to the monastery for lectures." Xuanxin stood at the door of the dining hall with a smile, holding a chicken leg. Seeing Meng Qi looking over, he nodded lightly and said, "You did a good job, don't give it to the monks monastery." You guys are so shameless. Come back in the evening and your uncle will give you a reward."

"Reward?" Meng Qi was delighted. Although he hated Xuan Xin a little, who wouldn't love a reward?

Before Xuan Xin could answer, Zhen Hui said dumbly: "Uncle Xuan Xin, you are not allowed to eat meat after enlightenment. You have violated the commandments."

Meng Qi's head buzzed, and he wanted to turn around and cover Zhen Hui's mouth, but was a little slow.

Sure enough, Xuan Xin's smile suddenly froze on her face.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "Uncle, I never violate the commandments."

After saying that, he never mentioned the reward again and walked out of the dining hall with an ugly face.

It was only then that low laughter sounded in the dining hall.

Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi with confusion: "Brother, what are they laughing at?"

Laughing at you for being too stupid and stupid... Meng Qi replied in his heart.

But Zhenhui was not concerned about this issue, and immediately changed his attention: "Senior brother, why does Uncle Xuanxin say he didn't violate the precepts, but he was clearly eating chicken legs!"

"Because he hasn't reached the state of enlightenment yet..." Meng Qi replied in an ethereal voice, feeling that it was necessary to teach Zhenhui some principles of life, so as to prevent him from always being stupid and offending others, thus implicating himself.

"Oh! Uncle Xuanxin hasn't figured it out yet." Zhenhui suddenly realized it, with a face full of joy, as if he had unlocked some crucial secret.

Meng Qi saw that Xuan Xin didn't stop outside and didn't care to tell Zhen Hui about the world's understanding of world affairs and the cultivation of human feelings, so he called him to follow him.

All the way around the courtyards of various Buddhist temples, Meng Qi heard only the sound of chanting sutras, which was ethereal and distant, and was particularly refreshing for people's hearts.

"Drums in the evening and bells in the morning wake up the rich and famous in the world; the sound of the Buddha's name brings back the charming dreams of the sea of ​​suffering..." Somehow, Meng Qi thought of this couplet. This situation and scene are so appropriate.

"Hey, nephew Zhending, have you heard of this couplet at the entrance of Shuiyue Temple?" Xuanxin asked with a smile.

Meng Qi's hair stood on end as he pretended to be calm and said, "I heard my father mentioned it."

We can only blame it on the inexplicable Lord Marquis.

Xuan Xin was not surprised either, and said with a sigh: "Uncle Master, I once went to Shuiyue Nunnery and saw the couplet at the door, so I was deeply impressed. At that time, the master of the nunnery, with the strength that had ranked first in the earth rankings for many years, forcibly attacked the Dharmakaya realm. I hope to achieve the 'Golden Body of the Great Compassionate and Compassionate Bodhisattva', but unfortunately I failed to achieve it."

"The golden body of the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva?" Meng Qi said in astonishment, his heart inexplicably burning.

Xuan Xin put away his sigh and said with a smile: "The foundation of Shuiyue'an sect is the Heart Sutra of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. If you achieve the right result, you can obtain the 'Golden Body of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, the Great Merciful and Great Compassion', which belongs to the golden body of the great Bodhisattva and the great Arhat." First, it is far higher than the ordinary Bodhisattva's golden body and the Arhat's golden body, second only to the Tathagata's golden body, Amitabha's golden body and Bodhi's golden body. But throughout the ages, only the master of Shuiyue Temple has achieved it. "

"That's it..." Meng Qi felt that his face was hot and his heart was beating wildly. There were actually golden bodies of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas in this world. It was really exciting and fascinating.

At this time, after everyone entered the "Lecture Hall", Xuan Xin restrained her playful smile, stopped talking, and led Meng Qi and others into a side hall in a serious manner.

"Senior Brother Xuan En, this is the new novice monk in the Miscellaneous Service Courtyard." Xuan Xin whispered the Buddha's name and pointed at Meng Qi and the others.

Sitting high in front of the chanting hall is a skinny old monk with snow-white eyebrows, also wearing yellow monk robes. There are books and wooden fish in front of him, and he holds a ruler in his hand.

"You guys sit down separately." He pointed to the mostly empty futons below, and there was a small table in front of each futon.

Meng Qi, Zhenhui and others did not dare to speak, so they each found a seat and knelt down. After waiting for another half-quarter of an hour, young novice monks arrived one after another, including Zhende and other "companions" who had entered the temple together.

They looked at Meng Qi and others in surprise, obviously not expecting that the handyman monk could also study at the Lecture School.

Xuan En knocked on the wooden fish in front of him to make the young monks quiet down, and then said in a moderate voice: "In the next three years, as long as you don't violate the temple rules, you can come here to learn Chinese at this time every day, except In addition to ordinary writing, one must also practice Sanskrit in order to study ancient scriptures.”

He paused and said, "But before I teach you writing today, I must first guide you into martial arts."

After hearing what he said, Meng Qi's spirit perked up and his back straightened subconsciously. Can the handyman monk also be guided?

Such doubts also made Zhende and others widen their eyes. What is the difference between the House of Monks and the House of Monks?

"Whether it is Taoist static skills or secular methods, the first step in martial arts practice is similar but slightly different. It is for the initial opening of Qi meridians, strengthening the mind and body." Xuan En ignored the doubts of Zhende and others. He talked to himself.

Meng Qi listened intently, for fear of missing a word.

"This step is called 'Building the Foundation in a Hundred Days' in Taoism, which means laying the foundation for martial arts practice. The so-called 'Hundred Days' means normally, within a hundred days, Ren Du and other meridians will be full of energy and will open automatically. In Buddhism, we call it It is called 'cultivating one's body in concentration', because only when the mind is calm and calm, without being scattered or chaotic, can the true energy be naturally transformed, fill the acupoints, and open the Qi meridians, which is called 'opening the meridians' in the world."

Xuan En gave a general introduction to the key points of "Cultivation of the Body" (100-day foundation building): "There are 365 major orifices in the human body. Every time a breath of true energy is generated, it must be filled into the acupoints, and every acupoint must be filled in. The big orifice requires nine mouthfuls of true energy to be sufficient..."

"Every time you enter concentration for a quarter of an hour, you can only generate one breath of true energy. Therefore, depending on the daily practice time of each person, it can take roughly a hundred days to a year to complete this step."

"When entering samadhi, the six roots are pure and free from delusional thoughts and impatience. A quarter of an hour later, the true energy will be born. Half of it will go up from the Du Vessel to the Baihui point on the top of the head, and then go down to the upper jaw, forming a mouthful of 'jinjin'. The other half, Then it goes up from the Ren channel and reaches the lower jaw, turning into a mouthful of 'jade liquid'."

"When the 'golden jade liquid' meets, it will form a mouthful of clear and sweet saliva. This is called 'nectar' in Buddhism. Afterwards, the 'nectar' is swallowed and filled into the corresponding orifices..."

Xuan En repeated the key points several times and then said: "When the 'Concentration and Self-cultivation' is completed, the energy, energy and spirit will be sufficient, the Qi meridians will begin to open, and the body will be strong. Only in this way can we enter the next step of 'meditating and accumulating Qi'. I am a Buddhist." It’s called ‘the long-lasting holy fetus’.”

After speaking, he asked each young novice monk to try to enter concentration.

This is not meditation. It only requires a calm mind. It is not difficult. It is relatively simple for children with few thoughts.

But as an adult, Meng Qi had many distracting thoughts and was unable to calm down for a long time, which made him impatient. But the more impatient he was, the less able he was to enter concentration.

When he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, he suddenly felt a cool feeling in his chest, and his mind became clear.

"That little jade Buddha?" Meng Qi was delighted, and without thinking too much, he slowly calmed down and entered concentration.