Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

The body Buddha continued to speak,
"It is also because of this that the Sixth Patriarch spent his whole life thinking and enlightening Zen, and by the way, revitalized the lineage of Zen."

"It's just a pity that the Sixth Patriarch waited until his death and could not wait for the evil monk from Abi."

"So the patriarch left this memory to be passed on from generation to generation, in order to wait for that Esha."

Chen Ze couldn't help raising his bar again when he heard that the flesh Buddha stopped speaking.
"Just hiding here and waiting? Then you always shut the door and see no one?"

"Fate Law will send that evil Sha to my side, it's all destined." The light in the eyes of the flesh Buddha suddenly began to flicker,
"That Esha is right in front of me now."

Chen Ze's eyes quickly became dangerous, and his footsteps moved lightly.

"Master, you have said so much." Chen Ze began to rub his fists,
"Isn't it to get rid of demons and defend the way? Look at me, I don't look like a bad guy."

"No." The glint in the eyes of the Buddha in the flesh was tentative,

"It's not to eradicate the evil brake, but to help this evil brake."

"Ah?" Chen Ze's breath stagnated.

Inch stopped belongs to yes.

"That's the way I remember it, so I can only do it." Although the tone of the body Buddha was harsh, it seemed to be full of helplessness.

"No wonder you helped me so happily, Master." Chen Ze silently reinserted the giant mace, and took back the charm that quietly surrounded the Buddha in all directions.

"When misfortune comes, blessings depend on it, and when blessings come, misfortune rests on it." The flesh Buddha said as usual,
"The principles of Buddhism are infinitely wonderful, and the realm of the Patriarch is beyond our ability to predict."

"But why do you say that I am some kind of evil?" Chen Ze had already relaxed,
"Just because I saw your real body, then the fate will come?"

"No."

"Based on what you have hanging on your waist, my dear donor, I shudder just to see it."

"There is also your supernatural power, the benefactor. It would have been okay if it was a thousand years ago, but now I can only think of Abi."

"Oh." Chen Ze felt a little guilty, and he didn't want to talk too much about this topic.

But it's no wonder that Shi Mingxin would say that he is a lackey, probably because of a misunderstanding in this regard.

"If that's the case." Chen Ze observed the words and expressions, knowing that the condition of the body Buddha is actually not good,

"Then master, what else can you help me with? I don't need to disturb your rest if I finish it sooner."

"Thank you for donating the main body shirt." Flesh Buddha paused.
"Please ask the donor to invite Mingxing here when he returns to Shimen."

"It's difficult for me to move with this skin. I hope the donor will forgive me."

"Understood, understood." Chen Ze felt the scorching hot and dry air around him, and he could probably understand the significance of preserving the environment for the body Buddha.

So he didn't collect the spell, and went all the way back to push open the stone gate, and called in the abbot Mingxing who was still cultivating cross-legged.

Afterwards, Abbot Mingxing had a conversation with the Buddha incarnate, to the effect that he wanted to take Chen Ze to pick up something.

"Patriarch!" Abbot Mingxing finally lost his composure.

"You... please think twice."

"Go." The Flesh Buddha uttered a word and stopped talking, as if he was quite tired.

"Amitabha." Mingxing lowered his head and recited the Buddha's name to calm down. After saluting, he turned and faced Chen Zedao.

"Benefactor, please come with me."

Chen Ze looked at the two who had been playing charades for a long time, and simply followed up first.

Apparently, Abbot Mingxing really thought that Buddha in the body was Patriarch Huineng, but he didn't know the truth.

Before leaving, the Flesh Buddha asked Chen Ze to take the glazed orb with him.

Then the two of them closed the stone gate together, withdrew, and stepped up the long spiral steps.

Boom, Boom, Boom, Boom.
The sound of regular footsteps echoed on the seemingly endless spiraling long steps, somewhat like the sound of knocking on a wooden fish.

"Abbot." Chen Ze said in his heart that he didn't need to hide it, so he simply improved his efficiency.
"How long will this take?"

"Less than half an hour." Mingxing walked smoothly, not like an old man at all.

"Abbot, why don't I help you?"

"What does the benefactor mean?"

"it means."

Crack, Chen Ze lightly snapped his fingers.

The fierce wind howled on the spot, directly blowing Mingxing into the sky!
"disease!"

Chen Ze seemed to be surfing in the air, hovering upwards with clarity, and rushed out of the secret passage within half a minute.

woohoo-

The door panel of the closed tunnel opened by itself, and Chen Ze spun under the moonlight with the messy clarity in the wind, and landed on the ground smoothly.

Chen Ze glanced sideways, and saw that Abbot Mingxing's expression had not changed, and he was still bowing his head and reciting the Buddha's name.

Worthy of being a great monk
thump.

As a result, Master Mingxing just hit the ground, his knees went limp, and he knelt straight down.

"."

After Chen Ze gave first aid, Abbot Mingxing finally recovered his breath, and led Chen Ze around a few steps at a time.

The exit of the secret path is deep in the back mountain, but it is very inconspicuous, and it is covered by vegetation, so it is difficult to find.

After walking for a long time in the dense forest, the figures of other monks appeared before his eyes.

It turned out that these monks were only guarding the outskirts, and they were not qualified to know the real location of the entrance. No wonder Chen Ze couldn't find the tunnel entrance at the first time.

"Jing De, Jing Min. Take off the cloth strips." Ming Xing called out, and the two blindfolded monks in front immediately turned around and took off the black cloth covering their eyes.

"you!"

"Why are you here!".
When they looked into Chen Ze's eyes, they immediately started shouting.

"Don't be rude!" Mingxing scolded softly,

"Where is the stone sculpture now?"

The two well-built monks stared at each other, scratching their heads to understand.

He had said before that he would catch this foreign thief, but as soon as he gathered people to the place, they were punched through the basement, and the strong wind swept them all away.

Now you look familiar with the abbot again, what is the situation? !
Such a divine development has already burned most of the monks' CPUs.

"Where are the stone sculptures?" Mingxing repeated the question gently.

"Stone carving. Oh oh oh!" The monk, who was not sure whether it was Jing De or Jing Min, patted his head and said anxiously,

"Didn't you ask us to move the stone sculptures back! But something happened halfway through!"

"What's the matter?" Ming Xing's eyebrows on one side didn't move, but the other eyebrows kept shaking up and down, which looked rather funny.

"It's that Mingxin! I don't know where it came out of nowhere, spraying it with spray, and the brothers want to grab the stone sculpture!"

Shi Mingxin. Upon hearing the name, Chen Ze also straightened his expression.

"And then?" Mingxing seemed to realize something, and his eyebrows trembled even more.

"As a result, the brothers were hit by the trick and couldn't hold on, the stone sculpture fell down and hit Ming Xin!" the monk said with a sigh of relief.

"Take me there quickly!" Mingxing didn't stop, and walked away.

Snapped.

There was another familiar snap of fingers next to his ear, and Abbot Mingxing suddenly felt bad.

"It's too slow." Chen Ze waved a gust of wind to lift them up,
"Where is it? Please show me the way!"

3 minutes later, somewhere in the open space.

"Ugh, vomit, vomit. vomit -".
The two monks who had been shaken all the way lay on the ground and vomited, but Chen Ze didn't have time to pay attention, his attention was completely in the center of the crowd.

"Amitabha, Amitabha." Mingxing knelt down on the ground with a compassionate expression, clasped a bloody hand and kept chanting the Buddha's name.

"Cough, cough, cough."

In the open space, the shirtless Shi Mingxin, whose white robe was untied, looked stiff, and his lips opened and closed unconsciously, already exhaling more air than inhaling it.

Chen Ze frowned and moved his gaze down slowly, only to see that one side of Shi Mingxin's chest was sunken exaggeratedly, almost touching his chest to his back.

The flesh at the wound was red, swollen and purple, and the bulge of the broken bone spur could be seen faintly. Although there was not much blood, but
With such an injury, I don't know how much internal bleeding has flowed out.

And the culprit who caused the accident, a simple-minded statue of Bixi, was sitting next to Shi Mingxin.

In fact, if the monks hadn't lifted the stone sculpture from Shi Mingxin's body in time, he might have died of hatred.

But even now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Shi Mingxin can't last long.

At least not long enough for the ambulance to arrive.

"Namo Amitabha Ye" audience monks have already begun to silently recite sutras of rebirth.

Beside Abbot Mingxing, Chen Ze wanted to raise his hand, but finally put it down.

It was too late.

The vitality in Shi Mingxin's body is almost irreversible, and Chen Ze is not specialized in medicine, so there is nothing he can do about it.

Unexpectedly, Shi Mingxin, a ruthless person who can even let go of his memory, would dare to talk nonsense and mislead in front of him, but in the end he ended up in such a ridiculous and lamentable end.

Too weak. Chen Ze shook his head and sighed.

No matter how clever Shi Mingxin is, a mortal body is so fragile, a little carelessness will result in death or injury.

The same is true for stone carvings, but it is also the same for tractors in the field and porridge buckets on the street, natural and man-made disasters.

unless
Seeing that Shi Ming's heart was about to truly die, Chen Ze turned his palm and his storage bag quickly expanded and contracted.

Since the imprint of the long sword was added, the storage bag does not need to be the largest when taking out the items, it only needs to be enlarged enough to take out the bag.

No one cared about it, Chen Ze already had a shiny metal water bottle in his hand.

It contained the pure white sap from the black tree.

If you use black tree sap, there is still time
Chen Ze looked at the sky for the last time, but there was still no sound of an ambulance.

In fact, even if he came, Shi Mingxin would not be able to survive the bumpy mountain road with the medical condition of the ambulance alone.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.
Chen Ze thought silently in his heart, waved his hand, and the thick fog burst out, captivating everyone's sight.

When the fog dissipated, everyone was surprised to find that Shi Mingxin, who was surrounded by the center and couldn't move at all, disappeared!

At the same time, in an unattended temple nearby.

gurgle gurgle——

The pure white juice formed a line and poured on Shi Mingxin whose heart stopped beating.

The waiting Yuan Qi poured over it, urging the juice to seep in, blend, assimilate, and then be reshaped by Chen Ze's hands.

【Experience value +1000】.
10 minute later.

Russling, Shi Mingxin got up from the ground with a dazed expression.

He saw Chen Ze staring at him for the first time, but he didn't call his mother, but flinched back in shock,
"Oh!"

"What are you doing!"

He looked at his undressed body in horror, and felt a dull pain coming from nowhere.

"what did you do to me?!"

Shame, fear, anger and other complex emotions suddenly hit Shi Mingxin's mind.

But Chen Ze breathed a sigh of relief.

At least this kid didn't call his mother, otherwise he would have another cheap son for no reason.

This is also normal.

Chen Ze just used the sap of the black tree to reshape his body and revive Shi Mingxin, he didn't engrave lines on it to transform it into a magic weapon or something.

The mind of Shi Ming is still the mind of Shi Ming, and it is still the same person.

It's just that some impurities may have coexisted with him since then.

After a little exploration, Shi Mingxin seemed to have recovered as before.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

"What's wrong with you, you!"

"Say it! What are you going to do?"

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, a bright red five-finger slap print appeared on Shi Mingxin's face, he turned his head and fell to the ground, falling into a baby-like sleep.

The whole world is quiet.

At this moment, while looking at the unconscious Shi Mingxin, Chen Ze couldn't help feeling that he was getting more proficient at pinching people.

Outside the temple, on the open space just now.

The monks were in a mess, and the development of the situation broke through their cognitive limits time and time again.

"Calm down." The great monk Mingxing was still sitting upright, his voice was not loud but full of majesty.

Only then did the monks calm down and sit around the Ming Xing Tuan to chant sutras.

However, Ming Xing in the center suddenly changed his expression slightly, because a voice seemed to be composed of wind, cicadas, and chanting, pouring into his brain.

"Respect, respect." Mingxing stood up.

The two closest monks responded immediately.

"Look here, don't run around, I'm going to pay homage to the Patriarch."

"Yes.".
So Mingxing came out from the crowd and walked past the monks to the shadow behind the temple.

The cool breeze blew past, the old monk took a closer look, and there were suddenly two figures not far in front of him.

"Abbot." Chen Ze raised Shi Mingxin, who was unconscious in his hand, and motioned.
"I revived him, let's go, shall we continue?"

Ming Xing didn't know how many times his face changed, he collected himself and looked at Shi Ming's heart carefully, but found that he was not injured at all, and the dimple in his chest that had been frightening had completely recovered like a memory sponge.

"Amitabha." Mingxing chanted the Buddha's name softly and stepped forward.

"The method of the donor always amazes the old monk, please follow me."

Chen Ze was about to follow, but he saw Mingxing turned his back on him until he reached the edge of the shadow,

"This thing is."

Ming Xing pointed at the huge stone sculpture on the edge of the monks sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Is this the thing?" There was a slight movement in Chen Ze's hand, it turned out that Shi Ming's heart was about to wake up.

My physique has really improved.
Chen Ze muttered and slapped him again, the loud bang made the old monk's eyes twitch.

Even the monks not far away were aware of it.

"Meditation!" I don't know whether Jingde or Jingmin said loudly, and everyone bowed their heads together.

"This item was passed down by Patriarch Huineng, and it can affect the human body's memory." Mingxing briefly introduced.

It turned out to be this thing.
Only then did Chen Ze look at the stone sculpture carefully.

The stone sculpture looks like a big fat turtle, with a slightly different head, a square head and a broad nose, and a wordless stone tablet on its back.

It is completely the image of Bi Xi, a member of the Nine Sons of the Dragon in myths and legends.

If the stone tablet is more than one meter high, and Chen Ze estimates that the whole stone sculpture weighs several tons, it would be his fate that Shi Mingxin didn't die on the spot. (end of this chapter)