Ming'an Suddenly remembered that his senior brother told him Chengxin the story of Buddha two days ago.
Thousands of years ago, the genius Pure Land Chan Temple, Golden Core Peak, had the appearance of Nascent Soul. Finally, in order to seal the demon king Xuanli, he sat in a Zen temple.
The senior brother wanted to use this story to teach him not to go to dangerous places. If Chengxin Buddha had not gone to the Golden Core Realm ruins, he would not have ended up like this.
But what Ming'an learned from it was the compassion of Chengxin Buddha. Even though he was deceived into making mistakes, he was still willing to use himself as a guide to seal Xuanli for thousands of years, and he was called a "high monk".
"Are you... that Chengxin Buddha?" Ming'an's voice was a little trembling, but the fear was lighter than before, especially after hearing the person in front of him calling himself "Chengxin".
"Yes." The voice said, "The poor monk's residual thoughts are attached to this bracelet, suppressing the evil intention of Xuanli for thousands of years and not dissipating. After the evil intention completely dissipated some time ago, the poor monk also fell into a deep sleep, leaving only a trace of his soul. Little monk, you use "Clear Heart Sutra" as a guide to wake up the poor monk. This is God's will."
Ming'an looked at the bracelet blankly, not knowing what to say.
There was a hint of surprise in Chengxin Buddha's voice. "Back then, the poor monk practiced "Clear Heart Sutra" and it took him two days to get started. You, a little monk, only took one day?"
His voice was very soft and intermittent, as if it might go out at any time.
"The remaining thoughts of this poor monk are extremely weak. If it weren't for the compassionate light you released when you practiced "Clear Heart Sutra", I'm afraid this poor monk would never wake up."
Ming'an could hear his weakness and felt a little sad.
"Are you still alive?" he asked quietly.
"The physical body of the poor monk has long since passed away." Chengxin's voice was very calm, "Only this residual thought remains. Little monk, are you willing to be the disciple of the poor monk?"
Ming'an did not answer immediately.
He thought of his senior brother, his master Huiming, and his uncles Zhaoming Temple.
"But... but I have a master." Ming'an's voice hesitated, "Besides, I have to ask my senior brother."
Chengxin was silent for a while.
"Young monk, you cannot tell others about the existence of the poor monk." His voice became weaker. "If anyone knows about it, the poor monk will be in danger. You can figure it out yourself, you don't have to tell anyone."
Ming'an opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he could speak, the light of the beads gradually dimmed.
The bracelet returned to its dusty appearance, as if nothing had happened.
Ming'an sat on the bed holding the bracelet and didn't move for a long time.
He could feel that Chengxin Buddha had no ill intentions. Although the voice was weak, it carried a reassuring warmth. It was just like the voice of the master when he chanted sutras, and the warmth of the senior brother when he touched his bald head.
But he didn't know what to do.
Worship Chengxin Buddha as your teacher? What should you do, brother? What should you do, master?
Although the master has passed away and Zhaoming Temple has been destroyed, the senior brother is still there. He does not want to change the family or betrayal.
Besides, he also thought that one day he might rebuild Zhaoming Temple with his senior brother. At that time, his senior brother would be the host, and it would be nice to just recite sutras, read books, and sweep the floor by himself.
But he couldn't bear to see the lingering thoughts dissipate like this.
Looking at Master's spiritual tablet on the cabinet, Ming'an's little voice couldn't help but murmur.
"Master, what do you think I should do? Should I tell my senior brother?"
Ming'an thought for a long time, until the white fish belly appeared outside the window, he slowly lay down and held the bracelet tightly in his hand.
In the main room, Qin Tiexin had already gone to bed and did not notice anything strange in Ming'an's room.
The next morning, when Qin Tiexin got up, Ming'an was already sitting in the yard. The little monk crossed his legs, twirling the string of beads in his hand, looking at the fallen leaves on the ground, wondering what he was thinking.
"Ming'an, you got up so early?" Qin Tiexin asked.
Ming'an raised his head, glanced at him, and then lowered his head.
"Good morning, senior brother."
Qin Tiexin noticed that his eyes were a little red, as if he hadn't slept well. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but he also thought that the child might have practiced too late last night.
"You practiced late last night?"
Ming'an nodded and said nothing more.
"Too much is not enough. You need to be relaxed in your cultivation. Your body is the most important thing. Let's rest for a while. Brother, go cook."
Qin Tiexin turned around and walked to the backyard. Although he needed to eat a lot of stewed Demon Beast meat every day, Ming'an still had to eat a normal breakfast.
Ming'an looked at his back, his lips moved, but in the end he did not speak.
Chengxin He didn't tell his senior brother about Buddha.
He wanted to think about it again.
There are eight days left until Skills Trial.
Qin Tiexin took out a Jade Slip from the storage ring.
The surface of the stone slip is rough, like a piece of Shitou, with a simple Heaviness feel. It is exactly the original Jade Slip he obtained in the second-floor Sutra Pavilion of Pure Land Chan Temple.
"Sumeru Immovable Instruction"
This is a Nascent Soul Realm pile martial art that can be used until Nascent Soul Realm. The core is to "take root on the ground and use the earth to become Sumeru". At the cost of not moving your feet, you get a strong strength bonus and a stable fighting spirit.
After memorizing the three requirements of Zhuang Gong, breathing, and visualization, he put away Jade Slip, faced the courtyard gate, and started to stand first.
The feet are parallel and slightly wider than the shoulders. The ten toes are grasping the ground, and the spring is close to the ground. The knees are bent as if sitting on a high stool, the tail is drooped, the life gate is supported back, the spine is centered, and the top of the head is as if it is hanging. The hands are tied Ksitigarbha Samadhi Mudra, placed in front of the lower abdomen, the tongue is against the roof of the mouth, and the eyes are slightly drooped.
When inhaling, he visualized the golden earth energy surging like a dragon deep in the earth, pouring into his legs from the Yongquan point, and going up the inside to Dantian. When he exhaled, the energy of Dantian turned into golden roots, which penetrated into the soil from the soles of his feet, drilling down layer by layer.
Perhaps because I just started practicing, the feeling of earth energy is always vague and absent.
As soon as it touched the spring, it slipped away like a loach. When it came again, it was broken again. When it came again, it was still broken.
Qin Tiexin does not move, keep the pile frame, and try again and again.
Ming'an didn't know when he came out after reciting the morning menstruation. After the first round of standing, the sun had already crossed the east wall and shone halfway up the locust tree. When he finished the exercise, his knees softened and he reached out to support the tree.
Still not working.
Ming'an moved a small bench and sat at the door of the house, twirling beads in his hands and looking up at him. He hesitated many times but couldn't bear to interrupt his senior brother's training. It wasn't until Qin Tiexin finished his work that he couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, are your legs sore?"
"Acid."
"Then why are you still standing?"
"You have to stand only when you feel sore."
Ming'an said oh, lowered his head and continued chanting. After chanting a few words, he raised his head again and said, "Brother, you are sweating. Let me get you a bowl of water."
After saying that, Ming'an ran into the house and came out after a while holding a coarse porcelain bowl full of water. Qin Tiexin took it and drank it and returned the bowl to him.
"Senior brother, are you still standing?" Ming'an asked.
"Stop."