The heavens begin with thieves

Chapter 150 On Martial Arts (addition for Aotianhou)
Chapter 140 IX On Martial Arts

The floor-sweeping monk looked bitter, looked at Ye Wuqiu, and said helplessly: "The national teacher's words are cautious, and must not cause disputes between Taoism and Buddhism."

"Monk, don't worry, Pindao didn't come here to provoke you, so you don't have to."

Ye Wuqiu smiled: "This time, I just want to discuss Taoism and martial arts with the master. In this world, there must be no one who has reached the level of you and me."

"Instead of practicing alone, it's better to talk with the same way, so we can go one step further."

After Ye Wuqiu finished speaking, he looked at the sweeping monk with both eyes. This guy has always wanted to leave by himself.

There must be some secret hidden in it, as for what it is, we have to find out.

But deep in the heart of the sweeping monk, he was extremely helpless.

"Why did this guy come here? Alas, the old thing from the Western Regions was rumored to be here. I told the old man to be on guard, but I didn't expect that he still didn't hide."

With a long sigh: "Okay, the national teacher and the old monk will go to the back mountain. This place is quite noisy, so it is not suitable for discussion."

After speaking, it turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place in an instant.

Ye Wuqiu Yufeng followed behind.

The figure of the sweeping monk is extremely fast, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is flying across the ground.

But it still belongs to the ordinary martial arts. I don't know if it has never shown its strength or it is just such strength.

In the original book, under Qiao Feng's resentment, he almost broke through the three-foot air wall of the sweeping monk with his palm.

Although he couldn't beat him, but being almost broken by Qiao Feng also showed that this person was not that exaggerated.

But seeing him at this moment, it is obviously not like that. At this moment, the breath of his body leaks out, like the abyss of the sea, bottomless.

"Could it be possible that this mundane martial art can also refine the primordial spirit?"

Ordinary martial arts corresponds to true energy and artistic conception.

To be able to practice Yuanshen's martial arts, that's only in a world as high as Fengyun's martial arts, right?
However, this Tianlong is a low-level martial artist, barely hooking the side of Zhongwu...

In the back mountain, deep in a dense forest, a thatched cottage appeared in front of us.

The sweeping monk stopped in his tracks: "Amitabha, please look at the national teacher. This is the place where the old monk chanted sutras and enlightened the Tao in his spare time."

Ye Wuqiu nodded, there was already a lot of Buddha's light and charm left in this place.

"Please come in."

When I entered the thatched cottage, there was only one futon, not even the statues of Buddha and Bodhisattva.

This surprised Ye Wuqiu a bit.

"The place where the master lives in seclusion is not respectful to the Buddha?"

Who knows, the sweeping monk said softly: "The poor monk is not disrespectful to the Buddha, but the Buddha is in his heart, imprinted with his heart, and he naturally respects him. Then there is no need for formalities to worship the Buddha."

"National Teacher, please sit down."

The floor-sweeping monk sat on the floor and gave the futon to Ye Wuqiu, who was also polite and sat cross-legged on it.

"Master, can you talk to Pindao about the way of martial arts?"

"I practice Taoism, but not martial arts. However, I am a little surprised to see that the master is no different from a Taoist cultivator like Pindao with this ordinary way of martial arts."

The floor-sweeping monk was stunned: "The national teacher said a lot."

After finishing speaking, I sighed: "Before the poor monk was thirty, he was obsessed with the way of martial arts. He was talented and intelligent. He could master any martial arts skill once, learn it twice, and introduce Chen Xin after three times."

"Therefore, at the age of thirty, there is no way to advance. According to the current saying, he is a master."

"What is a master? A master who opens a school is a master."

"But Pindao still felt that there was room for improvement in this martial arts, so he began to forget, forget the martial arts he knew, forget everything he knew, entered this land of Shaolin, began to worship Buddha, recite Buddhist scriptures every day, Finally, I settled down in this Sutra Pavilion."

"Until the poor monk saw the 72 stunts, he was shocked!"

"I practiced martial arts before, but I practiced the ordinary martial arts, the highest state, and it never involved the so-called artistic conception."

"But in Shaolin, martial arts has the meaning of Buddha, the realm of Arhat, and the heart of Bodhisattva."

"In this way, for 80 years, the old monk has been reciting Buddhist scriptures and practicing martial arts here, but his martial arts realm has not increased."

"But the artistic conception in my heart has reached the state of Arhat."

"Arhat, Vajra's glaring eyes are protecting the Dharma for the Buddhist sect. This is someone who is angry in his heart."

"Therefore, the old monk has not been out for 80 years. Whatever he can do to dissolve the hostility in his heart and give it to a bodhisattva with a heart, he can enter the realm of that bodhisattva."

Arhat angry?

Ye Wuqiu frowned, what this guy said was somewhat wrong.

"The master said that the arhat is in the realm of hostility, but the master's body does not show the slightest hostility. Could it be that he has reached the realm of a bodhisattva?"

After speaking, the sweeping monk spoke again.

"National teacher, please see, the realm of Arhat."

After finishing speaking, the sweeping monk's eyes suddenly changed.

In an instant, the Buddha's light flourished in the entire thatched cottage, but it was full of hostility and murderous aura.

The murderous aura that escaped slightly directly withered the weeds outside the house until they lost all vitality.

Good guy, is this the realm of Arhat?

Ye Wuqiu put a question mark in his heart, this guy is probably not a demon arhat.

The murderous aura all over his body can go straight to the sky and stir up the situation.

Moreover, it went straight to the depths of the soul, and Ye Wuqiu had no choice but to resist it with Dao rhyme all over his body.

"Pindao thinks that the master has gone the wrong way, so angry, how can he be an Arhat..."

"Let's see the national teacher..."

After speaking, his breath changed again.

The room was full of brilliance, and the arhat murmured bursts, and the scriptures went straight to the depths of the soul.

Even the evil heart in Ye Wuqiu's heart fell silent, not daring to move at all.

"Arhat, enter the demon first, and then enter the Buddha. Subduing the demon is the demon in the heart, and eliminating the demon is the demon in the soul."

"The poor monk has practiced Zen for a hundred years, and he has mastered the magic of Arhat, and he is only a thin line away from that Bodhisattva."

"The transformation between the moods, the change of the inner demon, can go directly to the depths of the soul."

"National Teacher, please read again!"

Suddenly, golden light came out from the monk's body, with various meanings of refuge.

In an instant, a phantom appeared behind him. This phantom had a golden body with astigmatism, lowered its eyebrows and nodded, and held a magic subduing pestle in its hand. It was extremely powerful.

"Yin God..."

His mouth was dry, but Ye Wuqiu was shocked in his heart.

This sweeping monk actually relied on ordinary martial arts to become a Yin god...

"The way of martial arts and the way of Buddhism have something in common, just think of what the Taoist said, nature works and life works."

"It's just like that, it's all about refining essence to transform qi, refining qi to transform spirit, refining spirit to return to emptiness, and refining emptiness to join the Tao."

"The Taoist school cultivates the gods, the Buddhist school trains the mind, and the poor monk trains the mind nine times before one can become an arhat."

In this way, refine the heart and refine the spirit.

Ye Wuqiu suddenly felt a little more sentimental in his heart. Buddhism and Taoism have different emphasis.

But the roads are connected, they are all roads, regardless of the order.

I have enough power to speak freely, but my state of mind is different, the mind is not calm, and the evil heart is hooked inside, so it is natural to be troubled.

How can I become a god.

The world of mortals refines the mind, and what is refined is the demon in the heart.

Daoist inaction, Taiqing moral heaven.

Doing nothing is doing nothing.

And myself, fighting for the way, fighting for victory, fighting for success, and fighting for everything.

"Fushou Wuliang Tianzun, what the master said, the poor Taoist has a bit of understanding."

"However, there is something wrong with what the master said."

"Refine your mind, keep your mind from crossing the mind, and relax your mind. You can become an Arhat, but you cannot become a Bodhisattva or a Buddha."

"Master, you haven't discussed everything with me yet, why don't you capture the two people in the Sutra Pavilion, and then discuss with the master?"

Ye Wuqiu raised his head and stared at the sweeping monk, as expected.

The sweeping monk's complexion changed, and he said urgently: "National teacher can't, these two are the established Arhats of my Buddhist school, how can..."

"Buddhism is established? I'm afraid you are established?"

After finishing speaking, Ye Wuqiu frowned coldly: "What a bald donkey, you almost confuse the poor mind, the way of the soul is really bizarre!"

　Continue in the afternoon, and I will definitely finish everything today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)