Heavenly Dragon

Wu Wu saw all kinds of martial arts classics neatly placed on the bookshelf in front of him, his heart was beating non-stop, he walked to one of the bookshelves, and took a classic from it.

Putting it on his hand, "Arhat Kungfu" was written in three large ink characters, and Xu Wu's heart moved, wondering if there was any relationship between this Arhat Kung Fu and the eighteen Arhat hands?

At present, I opened it gently, but saw that the front page wrote, "Buddha said five eyes, Arhats proved them to be wisdom eyes, away from five aggregates, out of the three realms, the world is turbid and unclear, with wisdom eyes, you can observe the true nature, discern reincarnation, and know the subtleties with..."

The more Xu Wu looked at it, the more he felt that the language in it was obscure and difficult to understand. They were all Buddhist mantras and unusual terms. He was still young at this time, and he didn't know much about this Buddhist scriptures, so he found it difficult to read.

But after looking at it for a long time, he also roughly understood that this arhat kung fu has nothing to do with the eighteen arhat hands.

Arhat Kung Fu is a supernatural power obtained by the Arhat Daoguo in Buddhism. The main thing is to cultivate a pair of wisdom eyes. This wisdom eye can see at night, observe the subtleties, and gain insight into the reincarnation of all substances in the body. Why not.

He lowered his head and continued to read. The text below mainly described how to cultivate. Although it was also in classical Chinese, it was much easier to understand than the illusory Buddha's words just now.

The so-called wisdom eye is to find an absolutely quiet and undisturbed place to practice in the dead of night, because this is a martial art for cultivating the eyes. When practicing, the true energy in the body should be guided to the meridians of the eyes little by little. .

In the human body, apart from the nerves of the brain, the most fragile and tiny thing is the meridian veins in the eyes. The most careful operation of true qi in it is that if there is the slightest mistake, the meridian veins will burst and the eyes will be damaged. The end of blindness.

And the cultivation method of this martial art is not particularly difficult, but it is extremely dangerous and tests patience. You must have absolute control of true energy and extraordinary patience. It takes several years to make some small achievements, but to achieve great achievements, one must have extraordinary internal strength and fine-grained control, which is the level of a top master.

According to this secret book, when the ancestor Bodhidharma practiced this skill, he could watch the movements of ants crawling hundreds of miles away, look directly at the scales of fish in the seabed tens of feet away, and watch aquatic plants. swaying.

Closing the book, Wuwu let out a long sigh of relief. Although he was very yearning for the magical ability of the ancestor Bodhidharma described in it, or it was no longer an ability, but a real supernatural power, but He also knew that he was not good enough to practice this kung fu at this time, and this kung fu required a very high degree of depth and control of inner strength.

He took out another book from the bookshelf, on which was written "One-Finger Zen Art". When he saw the name, Wuwu immediately became very interested, because Dali Duanshi's housekeeping skills are the one-yang finger and the six veins. Excalibur is all done with fingers.

The so-called One-Finger Zen Kungfu refers to pouring the internal energy of the whole body into each finger, usually the index finger of the right hand, in the midst of a fierce battle, when people are not sad, they come out suddenly, and one finger kills.

This fingering method is slightly inferior to the Yang finger and the six-meridian sword in terms of fighting the enemy, but it is absolutely second-to-none in terms of sneak attack and fatality. The body cannot survive.

Nothing looked at the above words and took a deep breath. Back then, Bodhidharma pierced a three-foot-thick steel plate with one finger and killed a peerless master on the spot. .

"Young people, you should read more the quotations of Buddhist sages and eminent monks, instead of looking at the martial arts moves that kill and kill people. This is not good for others or yourself." An old voice came from behind, abruptly and without any trace. There is no sign, just like that ghost, but with a strange gentleness and stability, which makes people surprised but not abrupt.

There was a flash of light in Wu Wu's eyes, and he knew who it was. He had looked inside and outside the scripture pavilion, but he didn't see a single person, and what appeared at this time could only be the unfathomable nameless Sweeping monk.

Slightly calming down, he slowly turned around and turned his head, with a respectful and humble expression on his face, he said: "I know I was wrong, the senior taught me the lesson."

"Since you know your mistakes, you don't know where your mistakes are," said the old monk.

"My disciple's mistake is that he only looked at Shaolin martial arts and did not look at the Dharma experience of the elder sages. It greatly violated the teaching of Buddhism that there is no fight and no anger. Time is chaotic and endless. This method of killing is created by the Buddha to subdue demons. There must be some The great hostility is very harmful to the harmony of nature, and it must be resolved by my Buddhist teachings before it can be used. Therefore, disciples should first study Buddhism, then martial arts, first cultivate themselves, and then eliminate demons." Nothing is respectful and respectful Said what he knew.

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange brilliance flashed in the eyes of the nameless old monk. He stared at nothingness and remained silent for a while. The two martial arts masters he had seen entered the scripture storage pavilion, all stealing martial arts, but always I can't understand the ultimate truth of Buddhism, but I have fallen behind.

And the little monk in front of him actually understood this truth at such a young age, which made him really surprised and happy. Then his face darkened, and he thought: If I could understand this truth so early, I wouldn’t be here. Been here for decades.

It turned out that the sweeping monk was originally an extremely outstanding Buddhist disciple. This outstanding does not refer to his Buddhist attainments, but his martial arts talent.His talent in martial arts is astonishing, and he practiced several of Shaolin's 72 stunts one after another at a young age, which shocked the eminent monks of Shaolin at that time.

It's a pity that the more talented a person is, the more conceited he must be. He thinks he is good at martial arts, and he refuses to listen to the teachings of the eminent Shaolin monks. In the end, he becomes obsessed with madness and kills his master.

Because of this, he was heartbroken and never practiced martial arts anymore. He voluntarily stayed in this Buddhist scripture pavilion and became a sweeping monk for decades. Before he knew it, his skill became more and more unfathomable.

"In this case, do you like to recite Buddhist scriptures here?" asked the unknown old monk.

"Of course I would." With a surprised expression on his face, he retracted immediately, "However, the Sutra Pavilion is an important place for Buddhism, and the disciples smile at their seniority, and I'm afraid they won't be able to enter because of their low status."

"The Sutra Pavilion is the place where Shaolin scriptures are stored, but anyone in Shaolin can come in and watch them, why can't they come in and tell me?" said the unknown monk.

"The student is stubborn. The abbot of the temple does not allow the student to learn martial arts. He is afraid that the student will cause trouble everywhere in the future, which will ruin the reputation of Shaolin Temple. And there are not only Buddhist classics in this Sutra Pavilion, but also various Shaolin unique knowledge. I am afraid that the abbot will not allow students in the future. I have entered." Xu Wu said, he knew in his heart that Abbot Shaolin would not allow him to learn martial arts, and today he was able to enter, maybe because Huifa didn't notice it for a while or other reasons, but it will be difficult to say in the future.

The nameless old monk frowned, and his two white eyebrows formed into a line. He didn't answer Wu Wu's words immediately, but after pondering for a while, he said: "In this case, you can recite sutras today and see if you can come in later."

Wu Wu originally hoped that he could take advantage of his temporary goodwill towards him and agree to let him enter at will in the future, but unexpectedly he didn't agree immediately. It seems that this nameless old monk has not only improved his martial arts by staying in this Sutra Pavilion for decades. With growth, even wisdom becomes deeper and deeper, those two chaotic eyes seem to be able to see everything in the world.

Wu Wu didn't dare to say much at the moment, and said "yes" respectfully, and then read various Buddhist scriptures under the guidance of the old monk.These scriptures are all the life insights of the senior monks in Shaolin Temple, or their views on Buddhism.

At the beginning, nothingness had to read it just to deal with the old monk, but as he read it deeper, he felt the profound wisdom contained in it more and more. The eminent monks who have experienced the prosperity of the prosperous age have their views and thoughts on life, Buddhism, and heaven and earth.

The more he read deeply, the more fascinated he was, his mind drifted too far away, and he gradually immersed himself in it, forgetting everything around him. Not far from him, the unknown old monk nodded slightly with a smile, showing a trace of love in his eyes. Satisfied, a glimmer of hope.

In the journey of understanding Buddhism, time passed quickly, and soon the sun had set, and Wu Wu had to leave the Sutra Pavilion. Before leaving, he did not forget to copy the "Lotus Sutra" Copy, in case you can't come later, you can also copy the remaining 99 times.

When I walked out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, the sun had already set, and the monks in the temple had finished their evening classes and were going to rest.Walking on the road, it was pitch black everywhere, but it was also very quiet. Wu Wu held a copied copy of the "Lotus Sutra" in his hand, but his heart was unusually calm and ethereal.

He only felt that everything around him was so mysterious and complicated. He looked up at the starry sky, but he saw strands of starlight falling, moonlight flowing down, and a few dark clouds floating in the sky with the wind. Everything was so harmonious and interesting.

In his eyes, he saw that it was no longer the starry sky, but the infinite Dharma, the infinite way, and his heart suddenly became enlightened, and he suddenly felt that life had a new direction, and tomorrow was full of differences.

He strode forward, feeling very good, "junior brother", just at this moment, Xu Zhu's voice came again, Xu Wu felt a lump in his heart, every time this person comes, there is no good thing.

But seeing Xu Zhu rushing over, sweating profusely, he said: "Junior brother, you haven't eaten dinner yet, here, here are the steamed buns I left for you", he handed two big white steamed buns to Xu Wu.

Looking at the snow-white steamed buns, Wu Wu's stomach suddenly gurgled, and he took them happily, and stuffed them into his mouth without saying thank you.

"By the way, Junior Brother, Master Huifa said that you don't need to go to the Sutra Pavilion anymore, just copy the copy you copied today." He just finished saying this when he saw that nothingness was staring at him. Looking at him, the big steamed bun was stuffed in his mouth.

"Junior Brother, what's the matter with you, Junior Brother, are you choking...