The old monk did not approach and sat on the ground, facing Hsu Fengnian from a distance. After meeting, the old monk introduced himself to Meng Qi, showing his sincerity.
The old monk placed his bamboo staff horizontally across his knees. Hsu Fengnian listened attentively.
The old monk said slowly, "Young Master used the Great Yellow Palace as a golden chamber, practiced the Double Rolling Blade Technique, nurtured the Wu family's flying sword outside, and nurtured the number one swordsman, Li Chungang's Green Snake Sword Will inside. Your talent is great, your talent is high, and your perseverance is hard to come by."
Hsu Fengnian, whose secrets had been seen through by the old monk, was shocked. His expression was normal as he smiled and said, "Senior, you don't have to restrain yourself first. Just say it."
The old monk smiled and said, "In ancient times, when the wise men tried to control the flood, it was better to dredge it than to block it. Regardless of whether it is the sword or the saber, Buddhism's Silent Meditation, Taoism's Golden Chamber, or martial artists' Closed Scabbard Meditation, they all go against the flow and accumulate the spirit. However, to me, going against the flow is not derogatory. Young Master, please don't take it to heart. It's just that when you block the flow, it becomes a flood. When you dredge it up, you have to pay attention to it. Do you block it to the end, or do you occasionally make small mistakes?
Hsu Fengnian said sincerely, "I don't dare to play dumb with you. In my opinion, it's better to block it to the end. Because the bow has the principle of slackness, I understand that. However, if Closed Scabbard Meditation is like a woman taking a stroll, walking and stopping, bashful and resting, I don't think it's a big deal. "
The old monk was not like those famous scholars who argued about the flow of the river. If there was a slight difference in opinion, they would be as aggressive as if they had killed their father. They would want to take all the principles of the world into their own hands. The old monk was not arrogant because he was from the Two Zen Temples. He still carefully pondered over Hsu Fengnian's words, which were suspiciously stubborn. He said calmly, "This old monk is not good at talking about big and small principles outside of Buddhism. I would like to shamelessly ask for some water from you first. Allow this old monk to slowly think it through before speaking to you."
Hsu Fengnian smiled. He was in a good mood. He stood up, took out his water pouch, and leisurely tossed it over. After the old monk caught it, he took out a white bowl from his traveling bag. He poured half a bowl of water and drank a mouthful with relish. In the old monk's opinion, a bowl of very plain water was better than any delicacy. If it was his favorite porridge, it would be even better.
Hsu Fengnian took a step back and stopped arguing. He asked, "What if I'm willing to drain the accumulated water?"
The old monk raised his head and said, "It's enough to make love with a woman. Actually, your Great Yellow Courtyard has already reached the realm of consummation. The reason why it's lacking is not because there are a few major acupoints that have yet to be opened, but because it's lacking Yin and Yang. "
The corner of Hsu Fengnian's mouth twitched a few times.
The old monk laughed heartily and said, "Don't think that this old monk is a perverted monk. It's just that it's normal for men and women to make love. Although this old monk is an outsider, I don't see it as a scourge. Moreover, when I was young, I often couldn't sleep well at night. I was often beaten and scolded by my master. "
The old monk restrained his smile and said solemnly, "It's a good thing that you use the world's injustices to nourish your will. There's righteousness in the world. Although it doesn't repel murderous aura, it's mixed with evil aura and resentment. It's strong but not pure. You have to know that if you go astray, every step you take, every bit of strength you exert, it may seem like you're going far away from home, but it's actually going astray. Have you ever asked yourself this question? Moreover, in this old monk's humble opinion, when people say that they have a clear conscience, most of them are guilty. Even if they have a clear conscience, they are guilty of the truth. Allow this old monk to pour a bowl of water. "
The old monk poured a second bowl of water, leveled it, tilted it again, and shook it again until the water in the bowl calmed down. "Young master, when we conduct ourselves in the world, we all use this bowl. The righteousness of the world is the water in the bowl. It's just that the depth is different. No matter how the bowl is tilted, this bowl of water is always as flat as a mirror. "
Hsu Fengnian frowned and said, "If that's the case, how can you say that a bowl of water is equal? Isn't this just making trouble for nothing? "
The old monk drank a mouthful of water and shook his head with a smile, "This old monk doesn't dare to make a judgment. Haha, this bowl of water was swindled from your hands. I'm ashamed, ashamed. "
Hsu Fengnian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. His gaze became much gentler and he smiled, "Senior is indeed an old immortal of the Two Zen Temples. With just a few words, you're able to talk about big principles on small matters. Compared to those Buddhist teachings that are scattered by heavenly maidens, it's much more pleasing to the ear."
The old monk held the bowl of water in one hand and hurriedly shook it with the other, "What old immortal? Young master, you flatter me. I am old, but I'm still far from being an immortal. Other than reading scriptures all year round in the temple, I'm not good at preaching scriptures. In fact, I only know how to do some farm work. Principles and whatnot are all figured out from farming. "
Hsu Fengnian asked curiously, "The monks of the Two Zen Temples have been conferred the title of Imperial Preceptor countless times. Has Senior not been conferred the title of Imperial Preceptor by the imperial court?"
The old monk smiled lightly and drank a mouthful of water. He smiled and said, "Clothes can warm up ten percent, rice can fill seven or eight stomachs, and tea can be drunk up to five or six flavors. That's enough."
Hsu Fengnian smiled, "Then you have!"
The old monk laughed, "Reserved, reserved. Even if you're not an old immortal, you have to have the demeanor of an old immortal. I have a disciple who passes on my mantle. He also has a daughter. When he found out that I was going down the mountain, he advised me to have the demeanor of an immortal. Seeing that I wasn't willing to dress up properly, he sent me down the mountain and was lectured by her all the way. "
The corner of Hsu Fengnian's mouth twitched violently. With a gentle gaze, he asked, "Is it a young lady with the surname Li? She has a little monk by her side who is her childhood sweetheart? "
The old monk was like a Buddha who had opened his eyes. He immediately understood, "So it's His Royal Highness. I've long heard that His Royal Highness sincerely worships Buddha. No wonder, no wonder. I've been rude."
Hsu Fengnian stood up and bowed respectfully. He said in a deep voice, "Hsu Fengnian greets the abbot."
The old monk stood up and returned the greeting before sitting down again. He slowly drank his water and smiled, "Your Highness, you don't have to be so courteous."
After Hsu Fengnian sat down, he asked, "Old abbot, are you going to Beimang to destroy Buddha?"
The old monk nodded and sighed, "I'm not going to Beimang to be arrogant and try to influence the Beimang Emperor who is bent on destroying Buddha. I just want to talk to the monks about the Diamond Sutra. I don't know the fate of heaven, but I'm doing my best. The Confucian saints have three hundred poems. In a word, they are pure and innocent. The Old Lord rides a green ox and has three thousand Daoist scriptures to seek peace. Buddha doesn't write words, but this makes us confused. The Beimang Royal Court wants to destroy Buddha. Without temples, without incense, without Buddha statues, without Buddhist scriptures, in my opinion, it's fine. But if there are hundreds of thousands of monks and everyone loses their Buddhist heart, this won't do. "
The old monk carefully put the water bowl back into his bag. After standing up, he smiled and returned the water bag to Hsu Fengnian, "Old monk thanks His Royal Highness for giving me two bowls of water. It's a good karma. If you're not in a hurry, Your Highness can head northwest for forty miles. There's a canyon and you can stop there for a while. It might be another good karma. "
Hsu Fengnian took the water bag and smiled, "Old Abbot, I have a favor to ask. Can you take this horse with you? I'm going north alone and I don't need to ride it anymore. I don't dare to give it to anyone as I'm afraid it'll be a disaster. If I leave it alone, I won't be at ease."
The old monk, who was worthy of being called the Buddha Head Saint of Buddhism, smiled kindly, "Of course, of course. It's no trouble to have a companion to talk to on the road."
Hsu Fengnian put his palms together, "I'll bid farewell to Old Abbot here."
The old monk put his palms together and said with a lowered eyebrow, "Old monk's parting words, Your Highness can teach Bodhisattva to grow black hair."
Hsu Fengnian was stunned. He watched the old monk holding the bamboo staff lead the horse away until his figure disappeared from his sight.
Exhaling a long breath, Hsu Fengnian followed the old immortal's instructions and hung his short knife, Springtime Thunder, and rushed northwest. Now he had nothing to worry about.
Sure enough, he saw a deep canyon that stretched without an end. Hsu Fengnian climbed to the top and walked slowly along the cliff of the canyon. He didn't know where the so-called good karma was.
After walking slowly for half an hour, he finished cultivating his sword. His feet trembled.
It was as if there was thunder between heaven and earth.
Xu Fengnian looked back and saw thousands and tens of thousands of wild bulls pouring in from the other end of the canyon. They were like a flood pouring into a grain pot. His heart skipped a beat and he rushed forward for half an hour. His scalp exploded. Damn it, there were hundreds of herdsmen leading sheep and all their belongings in the canyon. Aren't they going to be crushed into meat paste by the herd of wild bulls? This is not a sunny road, but a road to the underworld. You guys have lived in the grassland desert for generations. Don't you know how dangerous this situation is? Xu Fengnian looked down from above. He could tell that some of the herdsmen already knew what an earthquake that came out of nowhere meant. They were in a complete mess, the elders' faces ashen, many women and children even more so crying incessantly. Xu Fengnian looked over again, his expression gloomy and cold. Behind the herdsmen were several dozen Northern Mang cavalry with weapons in hand. They had already urged their horses to turn around and leave. As it turned out, this was a plan of driving a sheep into a tiger's den, yet not shedding a drop of blood.
If the old monk had not bemoaned the state of the universe and pitied the fate of mankind, the Crown Prince would have only watched coldly from the sidelines. After all, it was no different from committing suicide to stop tens of thousands of wild bulls alone.
Hsu Fengnian gritted his teeth and floated down to the bottom of the canyon.
Hundreds of herdsmen were dumbfounded. Some of the cold-hearted young herdsmen had already climbed up the cliff. However, the cliff was steep and they couldn't climb very high.
Hsu Fengnian stepped out, drew a semicircle, and raised his hands.
His feet sank three inches into the ground.
He left the herdsmen with an unfamiliar back.
At the same time as the herd of wild bulls poured into the canyon, an old monk rode on a horse with one hand. His eyes were merciful. He put his palms together and said, "This boy is very kind."
Hsu Fengnian focused on condensing his Qi.
Shaking Kunlun with a single move.
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