I have many teachers

Chapter 4 Real and Unreal

Afterwards, the two stopped talking much. Wang Anfeng thought about saving the wicked, and then turned back to the trivial matters in the village. People live here, and the last time I went to visit was three days ago, and I wanted to talk to Yuan Ci, but the latter always dismissed it lightly, and I couldn't help feeling depressed.

Until they entered a side hall, there was a sculpture of King Ming wearing armor, with angry eyes wide open and majestic, and there were also young monks practicing martial arts on the left and right. Yuan Ci chose a relatively quiet futon and let Wang Anfeng sit on it. He took out a thin book from his arms, looked at him and said gently:

"You have just entered Shaolin at this time, and you have no foundation in martial arts. I have a "Yi Chan Gong" here, which is the foundation of my introduction to this line. You learn it first..."

""One Zen Technique"?"

Wang Anfeng was stunned, and took the book subconsciously, but when the book touched his palm, the withered yellow book directly turned into a cloud of soft light, and then poured into his body, He was so startled that he almost jumped up, at this moment, Yuan Ci's palm was lightly pressed on his shoulder, and he shouted in a deep voice:
"Calm down, concentrate!"

With a stern shout, like the morning bell and evening drum, Wang Anfeng only felt his body tremble slightly, the distracting thoughts in his heart disappeared, and it became clear and clear in an instant, and when his heart settled down, wisps of weak but clear air currents emerged in his body, Then it began to run slowly around a special meridian, and I felt a burst of warmth all over my body, and Yuanci's low-pitched chanting sound came from my ears. Slowly flow forward.

"The Dharma is equal, there is no superiority or inferiority, it is called Anuttara-samyak-sambodhi..."

"Those who have no self, no one, no one, no sentient beings, and no life, practice all good dharmas, and then they will attain anuttara-samyak-sambodhi..."

The quiet voice of chanting has been ringing in his ears unhurriedly, until the seemingly non-existent airflow has grown stronger, a warm feeling emerges in his heart, and then directly falls into the dantian, his body trembles slightly, Slowly opened his eyes, the eyes were warm and peaceful, and there was already a quiet night in the eyes, the moonlight was bright and clear, scattered all over the courtyard.

"This...this is..."

Wang Anfeng stared blankly at the night ahead, still not understanding why he just closed his eyes and changed the world?
"you're awake……"

The familiar chanting sound stopped abruptly, and was replaced by Yuan Ci's peaceful voice. He looked at the young man in front of him with some satisfaction, raised his hand to stroke Wang Anfeng's hair, and said with a smile:

"It can last for more than four hours once you enter into meditation. You have already started and learned the first level of "Yi Chan Gong". Your aptitude is good, but you can't be complacent."

"Four hours? You...Master Yuanci, you have been..."

Wang Anfeng widened his eyes, looking at the peaceful and smiling face of the young man, the change of the sky outside, and the words of four hours, he was not stupid, and immediately understood that these four hours were the first time they met today. Uncle Yuanci was guarding him, the cold dew outside was heavy, and the hall was already empty except for them, his expression could not help but move slightly.

Taking a deep breath, the young man stood up and straightened his clothes in a very solemn manner, and then imitated the etiquette used by his father to kneel down to worship a real mentor, and bowed down to Yuanci with three bows and nine kowtows, saying in his mouth :

"Disciple Wang Anfeng, I have met Master."

A trace of data flow flashed in Yuanci's eyes. As a product of the system settings, he will not have feelings, and even his personality is not set in advance. When he loses connection with the main server, he will only analyze according to the original database. Deal with it, but at this time he noticed that his program operation mode deviated from the originally established track for some reason, and he sped up slightly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to help the boy, and teased:

"Before, I agreed at will, so why pay such a big tribute at this time?"

Wang Anfeng got up and said seriously:

"A teacher for a day, a father for life."

"There is only one father, and the master is not easy to recognize."

"Then it's all right now?"

The young man nodded and replied: "Uncle Li said that whether it is walking in the rivers and lakes, in court, or in a small mountain village, it is all the same. You can make a judgment by listening to his words and watching his actions. He is a man. , you can't be a mother-in-law, but you can't be so stupid as to believe what others say."

On Yuan Ci's peaceful face, there was a very obvious shock, and then he laughed out loud, his eyebrows opened, and the original peace turned into a kind of heroic and unrestrained, he clapped his hands repeatedly and laughed:
"Hahaha, not bad, not bad, listen to his words and watch his actions, not bad, not bad, but not bad."

"The aptitude is acceptable, and the nature is also to my liking, so he should be my apprentice!"

"The "Yi Chan Gong" passed on to you today remembers to practice non-stop every day. Here are ten Naqi pills. Swallow them one by one during today's practice, and melt them all. It will help you in your cultivation."

After laughing loudly, Yuan Ci still had a smile on his lips, and took out a thin-necked thick porcelain bottle from his bosom, and threw it directly to Wang Anfeng.

The gift from the elders cannot be withheld, and it would be impolite to say it. Wang Anfeng imitated the monks who were compassionate and stood up with one hand on his chest, thanking him:

"Thank you Master..."

"Dick - the player has been online for ten hours in the game world."

"According to the "Virtual Game Anti-Addiction Law", the maximum daily online time for 13-year-old minors is one hour of earth time. Now they are forced to leave the game. Please go outside to breathe fresh air and exercise."

Accompanied by the clear and pleasant female voice, the peaceful and uninhibited appearance of the master in front of him froze immediately, and then slowly disappeared like smoke, and the magnificent and solemn hall disappeared with it. In the bright moonlight, Wang Anfeng was taken aback for a moment, only to feel a blur in front of his eyes, and he had already changed from a side hall of Shaolin with flickering candles to a dense jungle. Can't help feeling sleepy.

"Is this... a dream?"

Wang Anfeng sat up with his arms propped up on the ground. He looked at everything he had counted in a daze. The environment is so familiar that even with eyes closed, you won't admit it wrong.

"...It's a dream... Ha, let me just say... This is because I want to learn martial arts and I'm so dazed..."

"You can dream of apprenticeship in your dreams, Shaolin... Shaolin..."

The young man stretched his arms, let himself lie on the ground again, and laughed at himself, but his chest was full of a sense of loss. After all, he was only a young man. This feeling of gain and loss really made him very disappointed, but The birds born in this forest don't know how to read the atmosphere, they are chirping non-stop on the top of the forest.

Wang Anfeng felt a little annoyed, turned over and sat up, picked up a small stone, and threw it at the birds in a fit of anger.Originally, I just wanted to disperse the screaming birds, but when the stone was shot, a weak heat flow suddenly appeared on the arm, pouring directly into the five fingers, and the small stone was almost like a slingshot. There was a sharp sound of piercing through the air, and it hit a sparrow that screamed the most.

The little bird didn't even have a reaction, it just fell headfirst, and the surrounding birds scattered in fright, but Wang Anfeng's heart was never less shocked than the birds, and he just sat there in a daze like a wooden stake. In the same place, he looked at his hands in disbelief, perhaps because the previous movement was too big, an object even fell out of his arms, rolled down on the ground, and stopped at his feet, but it was a The thin-necked thick porcelain bottle exudes a pungent medicinal fragrance.

"This is... Yichan Gong! Naqi Pill!"

"Everything... is true?!"

(End of this chapter)