Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Regarding the prophecy about the catastrophe coming to the world, the flesh-body Buddhist armor, that is, the personality who doesn't know the truth and thinks he is Huineng, also knows.

In the same way, Abbot Mingxing was naturally aware of it, so his attitude towards Chen Ze had always been ambiguous and very complicated.

However, misfortune depends on blessing.
At this time, in his mind, the words that Patriarch Huineng said resurfaced again.

Forget it, everything is fate, let him go.

Abbot Mingxing sighed in his heart, and suddenly wanted to retreat for a long time to practice Zen and understand the principles of Buddhism.

The mountain road is long and narrow, and behind the silent monks going up the mountain, Chen Ze and his party, who are drifting away, are bustling.

"Oh!" Shi Mingxin shouted,

"You have a big belly! You can beat the beat!"

"Of course, it's my new special skill." Sun Bo proudly showed off his loose belly, while his Shi Mingxin, which was proficient in music theory due to studying "Yi Jin Jing", kept beating upwards, and he actually sang "Farewell" .

"Outside the long pavilion ~ next to the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky ~~"

Chen Ze squinted his eyes, and then slapped it randomly twice, stunned to get the sound of suona.

【Experience value +800】

【Experience value +300】.
However, earning experience belongs to earning experience, and Chen Ze still focused most of his attention on the big wooden fish that he got in his hand.

This is an extra-large wooden fish the size of a head. It is extremely thick and heavy. The hollow opening is extremely small, and the more complicated internal component structure can be vaguely seen.

This is the inheritance magic weapon of "Yi Jin Jing" handed down by Shi Mingxin's family, and now it naturally falls into Chen Ze's hands.

Chen Ze was wrapped in layers of Yuan Qi, lightly tapped the wooden fish, and then complex resonance fluctuations came from inside, and a single tap formed a whole melody.

It is the melody in the "Yi Jin Jing" that can guide the human body to carry out superficial cultivation on its own.

Chen Ze then changed the tapping position, and different melodies came out accordingly.

Shi Mingxin, who was making jokes next to him, quietly looked at this scene with the corner of his eye and was secretly shocked.

This ancestral inheritance instrument not only has requirements for the quality of the listener, but also has requirements for the opening.

In today's Dharma-ending era, let alone being able to withstand the melody inside, it is difficult to even activate the magic weapon.

That is to say, Shi Mingxin has been exposed to it since he was a child, and coupled with his talent is really good, he can use special means to barely activate the magic weapon and release the incomplete melody.

At the same time, after long-term cultivation, although Shi Mingxin has not been able to embark on the path of spiritual practice, his brain is much more flexible than ordinary people, so the scientific research path is smooth sailing.

That's why he wanted to use modern technology to restore the tailoring idea, and arrested people to do experiments every now and then.

While watching Shi Ming's mind full of ghostly thoughts, he suddenly saw Chen Ze's footsteps in front of him pause, and immediately looked back guiltily.

"Take it, return it to you, study it carefully in the future, don't mess around." Unexpectedly, Chen Ze actually handed the wooden fish over.

"Oh?" Shi Mingxin pointed to himself, and only dared to take the big wooden fish when he saw the other party nodded.

The wooden fish itself was made of mediocre material, and it was of little use if it was left with Chen Ze.

Therefore, handing it back to Shi Mingxin, letting him research the results, optimize and adjust the melody suitable for ordinary people, and then give it back to everyone in the cultivation seminar is a basic project that strengthens the foundation.

Chen Ze explained a few more words and continued down the mountain with a wave of his hand.

The steps on the mountain road are neatly paved step by step, and the end cannot be seen clearly all the way to the foot of the mountain, as if connecting to infinite distance.

Chen Ze didn't try to save trouble and took off directly, but went down on foot, with mixed feelings in his heart.

In the past few days, through conversations with the Buddha incarnate, he also learned that no matter which personality's strategy is to protect one's own safety, remain neutral and do not offend anyone or contact anyone.

Chen Ze reprimanded him by shrinking his head and hiding his head, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, thinking that everything will be fine if it cannot be seen.

But after thinking about it, what the flesh-body Buddha said is also reasonable. They have only so little ability left in their last days, and they don't have the ability to do great things.

That being the case, Chen Ze respected their choice.

For Chen Ze himself, this trip to the Buddhist temple strengthened his long-held belief.

Maybe he is not perfect and strong enough now, but he is willing to face reality and work hard for it.

Chen Ze will do things that others cannot do, sooner or later.

Meanwhile, across the ocean, America, Massachusetts.

rumble--

The sky outside the window was gloomy, the depressing thunder rumbled faintly, and the sky was covered by dark clouds. It was easy to remind people of a pool of stagnant water covered with thick algae.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

The interior of the room is exquisitely decorated and the furnishings are exquisite. If an old-school scholar wearing glasses and well-dressed sits behind the desk, I am afraid no one will find it inappropriate.

"Get up, get up, ho ho ho ho -"

"Get up, get up, go!"

"Let's take a walk.".
There was only one desk lamp turned on in the study room, so the only figure here was reflected hugely, the lower body was covered by the soft and luxurious carpet, while the rest of the wall looked crooked and twisted, and the shadow kept trembling.

"rise!"

Bits of saliva splashed out, and a magical scene happened.

The six-sided dice that was originally placed on the table trembled slightly, and then floated off the table without touching any foreign objects.

The dice trembled, rising almost millimeters until it was two inches above the table.

And the two inches above the dice are shrouded in a pair of shaking hands.

ok. that's how it feels
The owner of the hands is a middle-aged man with neatly combed gray hair and an oriental face.

The casual shirt on the upper body is paired with a wool vest, and the trousers on the lower body are also ironed neatly. The overall temperament is quite elegant.

But the expression on the man's face that was distorted by force completely destroyed this temperament.

"go!"

The man let out a low cry, moved his hands horizontally, and actually drove the dice to move in the same path through the air, from one corner of the table to the other.

A ruler was set aside ahead of time to record the distance the dice moved.

When the dice was about to reach the 30cm scale, the middle-aged man was already sweating profusely, describing his fatigue.

Coming soon
Persevere. Persevere, you will succeed soon!
Finally, the dice crossed the 30cm scale line with great difficulty, and the middle-aged man lost all his strength in an instant, and fell to the ground with a plop.

"Ha, ho ho, ha ha ha." The laughter was mixed with heavy breathing, and before he could catch his breath, he was already laughing happily.

Become!

Become!

The 40-gram dice were moved a full 30 centimeters.

Without any auxiliary means, this is a real space royal.

Sure enough, I am the real genius!

I did it!

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and clenched his fists.

He understands that the sad destiny for thousands of years will come to an end, and he is the son of destiny!

Immortality will eventually be revived in his hands!

Clear the clouds and see the sun, right now!
Past events come to mind one by one: the teacher’s expectations; the ridicule of others; the resentment of brothers
Be it betrayal or sacrifice, he has finally come to where he is today.

wait, you guys
squeak--

The door was suddenly pushed open, and the light from the corridor instantly made the middle-aged man squint his eyes.

Fortunately, a figure quickly blocked it. "Professor!" The visitor was a young man, who spoke perfect American English,

"What's wrong with you?!"

"It's okay, it's okay." The middle-aged man wiped his face with his sleeves, wiping away the original look and sweat.
"I told you boy, today's speech will be postponed and I won't be there until later."

Both were talking in English.

"No professor!" Seeing that he was fine, the young man gradually calmed down.

"There's something wrong with your private showroom!"

"What?!" The middle-aged man's expression changed immediately, he quickly got up from the carpet, and rushed out the door.

ten minutes later.

When the young man chased after him out of breath, he saw that the middle-aged man had already stood there, staring at the mess in front of him.

Among the glass shards all over the floor is a tilted bronze tripod with three legs and two ears.

"sky"

"The speech will be cancelled." The middle-aged man looked serious and began to call for someone to clean up the scene.

"What?!" The young man couldn't believe it.

"But."

"The speech is canceled!" The middle-aged man repeated again, and the young man had no choice but to give up.

By the time everything was cleared up, the young man had left.

The middle-aged man was left alone by the window in the corridor, staring at the dark sky outside.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew through, bringing a few wisps of rain that floated in and landed on the man's face.

It's raining.

The man was in a daze for a while, and finally dialed the overseas phone in his hand.

The number is unremarkable, except that the international area code in front of it clearly displays two digits.

"86".

A month later, in the suburbs of the capital of Gan Province, there was a deserted and empty courtyard somewhere.

Chen Ze stuck one of the nostrils of the stone sculpture with one finger, and with all his strength, grabbed the several-ton Bixi statue like a toy and looked at it carefully.

Looking up at the sun and gesticulating for a long time, Chen Ze tossed it casually, then wrapped it with Yuan Qi, and manipulated the huge stone sculpture to swing up and down in the air.

Ever since he left Nanhua Temple, Chen Ze took out this big stone sculpture for various researches.

Immersed in water, baked in fire, and subjected to electrical pressure
Chen Ze used many means to test the stone carving within a reasonable range, but he still failed to stimulate it.

According to the Buddha in the flesh, there are many wonderful things about this stone carving, but it can only be activated when it encounters other parts, namely the nine sons of the dragon.

As for the means of spraying silk threads and sealing and cutting memories, you need to use Buddhist practice.

In fact, if he could become stronger, it wouldn't be a big deal for Chen Ze to recite scriptures against his will.

But the physical Buddha can only activate this function by virtue of the uniqueness of Huineng's physical body and the cooperation of the glass orb.

It is said that the former eminent monks were able to use it independently, but it was passed down from generation to generation until now.
In the Age of Dharma Ending, everyone who understands understands.

Or am I too good. Chen Ze silently introspected, and insisted on using his punch to explode the earth to motivate himself.

During this trip to Nanhua Temple, Chen Ze's goal was basically achieved, and there were still many unexpected gains.

What happened with Director Liu is just a farce and there is no need to think too much about it.

What Chen Ze cared about was Wang Weide's friend He Ping.

It can be verified from the personalities of the two physical Buddhas that He Ping is not very human.

And Wang Weide has never met the physical Buddha, and he has probably never even been to Nanhua Temple.

Then the greatest possibility undoubtedly points to He Ping, what he did to make Wang Weide suffer from Alzheimer's disease.

Maybe He Ping is another Shi Mingxin who catches people everywhere to do experiments in order to achieve certain goals.

At this moment, footsteps came from far to near, and Chen Ze looked sideways.

After a while, a thin figure walked in from the side door of the small courtyard.

"Brother Ze." The person who came was none other than the brand-new Zhang Houde, Ji Lianyuan's son.

Although it still doesn't look very strong, the flesh on the cheeks is far more plump and ruddy than before.

Chen Ze turned around and nodded towards him.

"This is?" Zhang Houde noticed the large stone sculpture that was spinning rapidly in the air, and was so impressive that he forgot what he was about to say.

"Small tricks." Chen Ze asked indifferently,
"Can I go to visit the prison?"

"Ah, that's right." Only then did Zhang Houde remember his reason for coming.
"I can go next Wednesday."

"Okay." Chen Ze nodded, and the big stone sculpture in front of him began to perform acrobatics in the air.

"You can find a room to live in, it will be convenient at that time."

This is the small courtyard that Chen Ze temporarily rents, it is very close to the prison, so it is convenient.

Zhang Houde's job has stabilized and all aspects of life are back on track. This time he came to Gan Province to visit the prison.

Hearing this, Zhang Houde responded and turned to leave the small courtyard.

His steps were unsteady because he was preoccupied.

Thinking of the father he hadn't seen for many years, and the ups and downs of these years, Zhang Houde didn't know how to face it.

Since Ji Lianyuan went to prison, Zhang Houde has never contacted him again.

He couldn't even remember his father's voice, because the father and son had been separated for too long.

After watching Zhang Houde leave, Chen Ze turned around silently, grabbed the large stone sculpture in the air and moved it to the open space next to it.

thump.

Immediately, Chen Ze sat cross-legged, Yun Qi ignited the pill fire to calcinate his body.

In fact, according to common sense, the mediocre heaven, earth and primordial qi here can hardly support the cultivation of the golden elixir perfect mirror.

But Chen Ze took an unusual path.

With his heart ablaze, Chen Ze's consciousness spread out along with Yuan Qi, sensing everything around him.

In this strange state, his body is like a bottomless black hole, forcibly absorbing the energy of heaven and earth into his body, turning it into a great nourishment to nourish himself.

His senses also gradually became special.

First is the fading of the surrounding scenery, and then the sound of the wind blowing and the birds singing synaesthetically into the color.

Little by little, he seemed to have integrated into this world with his physical body, and his five senses fused together to form a new perspective.

He heard the anxious Zhang Houde, and saw the wind blowing through the branches and shaking, and when he touched the spring back to the earth, the hare was lusting strong.
Hare!

Chen Ze suppressed his impulse and first completed this exercise to perfection, then stood up suddenly and followed the feeling that still remained in his heart to trace the hares around him.

Around the small courtyard, a figure flashed again and again, like the afterimage of Caton lingering everywhere.

A few minutes later, when Chen Ze returned to the small courtyard, he was already clutching several big soft ears, and the hare itself was bouncing around.

Chen Ze used his foot to draw a square frame on the ground mixed with Yuan Qi, and then threw the hare into it. (end of this chapter)