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- In his previous life, he worked hard from an orphan to a prestigious university, and then from a salesman to founding his own company. During the process, there were many twists and turns, hardships and obstacles, and his life was on the verge of bankruptcy several times.
When I was finally financially free and wanted to enjoy my life, I found out that I was terminally ill and had only one month left.
In just a few days, he experienced unbelief, unwillingness, anger, struggle, despair, and finally endless regret.
If I had known such a short life, why didn't I enjoy life well, why I just focused on making money, and was blinded by money.
At this time, a friend introduced an eminent monk.
He usually does not worship Buddha statues, thinking that the Buddha is too busy to take care of him sometimes, and people still have to rely on themselves.
But at this time, when the doctor had no other choice, and in the abyss of despair, he could only temporarily hug the Buddha's thigh.
This eminent monk was ugly, and his monk's clothes were washed white. When he entered his villa, he took a look at him, shook his head, said only two words "difficulty", then turned and left.
It was not a fluke that he was able to succeed, and his determination was far superior to that of ordinary people. First, he found two consulting companies to investigate the details of this Master of Liaokong.
This master Liaokong is indeed a good monk, not a package or hype.
As his condition got worse, the painkillers were no longer effective, and the pain became worse day by day. He gritted his teeth and desperately donated all the assets under his name to the monastery where Master Kong lived.
At this time, he was disappointed and hated money.
No amount of money could save my life, but because of it, I became anxious and angry, which finally led to this terminal illness.
Simply throw away all the annoyance, and try to fight for a chance, like a drowning person who does not let go of a straw.
Two days later, Master Liao Kong appeared again.
He was presented with a slap-sized pharmacist Liuli Rulai Buddha statue and a copy of the "Medicine Master Sutra".
Pass on his mudra and chanting.
After he learned it, he couldn't help laughing and asked: "Master, it's difficult if I don't donate the incense money, but if I donate the incense money, will I be saved?"
"What is the greatest wish of the benefactor today?"
"Grow! Live! No! Die!" He gritted his teeth, fierce and desperate.
Before he was terminally ill, his greatest wish was to earn money so that he could stand out and live proudly, so as to live up to his life.
He didn't know what is the most precious and important until he was terminally ill.
The most terrible thing in the world is not not being able to stand out from the crowd, but death.
? If I could start my life again, I would not seek glory and wealth, delicacies from mountains and seas, high-spirited spirits, superior people, but immortality.
The great wish in life is not to die!
"Tathagata sea, great wish boat!"
Monk Liaokong paid tithes to him: "The donation of all the money and goods by the benefactor means that he has released his heart from this whirling world and finally untied the ship's cable."
"The former benefactor had no heart of dissociation, even if he had great wishes, he was still like a rope and paddle."
"If the cable is not untied, no matter how hard you row the boat, the boat will not move, so how can you cross?"
"Now the almsgiver takes great vows as a boat, untie the rope and sail the boat, and he will be able to reach the other shore, Nan! No! Ah! Mi! Tuo! Buddha!"
Say that and leave.
He was dubious, and found that the pharmacist made a seal before the Buddha and silently recited the "Medicine Sutra" could indeed relieve pain.
Therefore, the more frequently you recite and practice, the lighter your body will become. After three days, you will forget everything and yourself, completely without self, and wander in the world.
When Yoyo woke up, she had already come to this world and was reincarnated on the body of Monk Fakong.
Seven days ago, the old monk Yuanzhi passed away, and the eighteen-year-old original owner practiced martial arts while he was overwhelmed with grief, and died of madness.
He took advantage of the void and entered, taking it as his own.
From now on, I am Dharma Kong, and Dharma Kong is myself.
"Fakong"
Thinking of this, he smiled and whispered, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar, so he put down the bowl and chopsticks, and walked slowly to the lake.
?This body is already weak and has lost martial arts, so it has to be cultivated slowly, carrying two loads of water is already the limit.
The lake water is clear, and the bottom of the lake is vivid.
The turquoise water plants are like graceful willow branches dancing with the wind, and small silver fishes come and go between the water plants, agile and leisurely.
? After washing hands and face with Qinren Lake water, take a slow walk around the lake to digest food.
There was always a smile on his face.
This quiet and warm small valley is entirely his own, thanks to Yuan Zhi's legacy.?This despair.
Although the fusion of two souls makes the five senses sharp, the thinking is extremely fast, and the photographic memory is not forgotten, it can also be used for two purposes.
However, it cannot change the aptitude of this body.
Other people's meridian is a wide and flat official road, but his is a small path in the muddy intestines. The soul is like a horse pulling a cart.
He stood on the small training ground and shook his head, his mind introverted again into the void of his mind, and he looked at the dark iron tower in the left palm of Medicine Buddha.
He knew inexplicably that this pagoda was called the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda.
It is my own hope!¡ª¡ª
In the evening three days later, he strolled by the lake after eating.
The sun has set.
The twilight is like fog, covering the valley, as if filtering out the noise, the valley is extraordinarily quiet.
His heart also became extraordinarily peaceful.
After walking ten laps, his mind returned to the inside.
In the blue and silent void, Sanskrit sounds faintly fluttered.
The lotus is as delicate as the flowers in the morning, and there is a faint light next to the brightest petal.
This is the result of these three days.
The seventy-two days of longevity made this petal a little brighter, although it was far behind the brightest petal, it was enough for him.
His mind moved slightly.
Strands of light floated out of the petals and landed on the Kalachakra Pagoda.
The pitch-black Kalachakra began to brighten, getting brighter and brighter.
The next moment, he had arrived in an empty and bright space.
This is a nine-story tower with a hollow in the middle.
?You can't see where the light source is, but the inside of the tower is as bright as day, and you can see everything at a glance.
The size of a football field, paved with white jade, is pliable and not smooth when stepped on.
There are statues of Buddha carved on the inner wall, which are extremely expressive. Countless Buddhas are watching him and blessing him.
He retracted his gaze and looked down at himself, then touched his body.
The touch is real and indistinguishable.
Not only the spirit enters, but the whole body enters the tower.
He immediately noticed his strangeness.
There is no wave in the heart lake, as if the emotions have been removed, leaving only reason, constantly analyzing myself.
Gently clenching your fists, every inch of skin to every pore, every muscle and the expansion and contraction of capillaries in muscles, the rotation of joints, and the expansion and contraction of tendons attached to the periosteum clearly flashed in your mind.
This kind of wisdom pearl is in his hand, and the feeling of controlling everything is exactly what he has been striving for, and he did not expect to achieve it in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda!
So he couldn't help but hit the Little Arhat Fist.
When punching, concentrate on counting.
He observes all the changes in the body following the boxing posture, and he is keenly aware of the details, and his insight is subtle.
After doing it once, he understood the purpose and mystery of Little Arhat Boxing.
At the beginning of the second pass, he tried to make slight changes, or punch a little higher, or squat a little shorter, or turn the angle of the body one or two degrees less.
These minor adjustments did not affect the fist frame, but increased its effect several times.
What's even more amazing is that at this time, there is an invisible force in the wheel tower, which keeps him from being hungry or tired, and he can practice Little Arhat Boxing over and over again.
Over and over again, he has no sense of time here, completely immersed in boxing, and in the strange changes of his body.
"Papa papa"
The joints of the body made crisp sounds like firecrackers, and every joint in the whole body sounded.
The first layer of Little Arhat Fist is full of energy.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
The punches sound like arrow strings, the sound of piercing the air is sharp, and every beat of the heart bursts out with amazing strength.
On the second floor of Little Arhat Fist, the heart becomes stronger and the strength is doubled.
He was entering a good state, and when he was about to step into the third floor, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and he had reappeared by the lake.
He slowly regained clarity from his trance.
I stayed in the tower for more than 70 days.
For more than 70 days, I have never slept, rested, or left Little Arhat Fist for a moment, as if I had a dream.
But when he clenched his fist lightly, the surging force reminded him that it was not a dream.
He looked down at an ant at his feet.
? It is three inches away from my left thumb, which is the same as before I entered the pagoda.
There is a drop of water next to the ant. It is a small fish jumping and hitting the splashed lake water, and the water stains are gradually spreading.
He can conclude that during the seventy days since he entered the pagoda, the time outside has stood still.
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