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- He observed and analyzed these people in his mind, and people outside also looked at him.
However, most people quickly looked back.
He was wearing a gray monk's robe, while the disciples of Daleiyin Temple wore apricot-yellow monk's robes.
Since he was not a disciple of Daleiyin Temple, people lost interest.
Only the handsome young man still looked at him curiously.
"Young master." A burly young guard in brocade clothes reminded in a low voice.
The handsome young man withdrew his gaze and smiled: "Interesting."
The bear-like young guard in brocade clothes said softly: "He's just a human being."
"But he has a good bearing."
"yes."
The young guard like a bear responded, but he didn't think so.
Without martial arts, no matter how good your bearing is, you are still a weak chicken. With a light palm, it will turn into a meat paste, which is vulnerable to a single blow.
The handsome young man glanced at him, his eyes revealing an indescribable helplessness, and shook his head.
?The so-called nourishing qi, a good manner means that one's state of mind is also good, stop produces tranquility, tranquility produces tranquility, and tranquility produces wisdom.
Such a calm and comfortable demeanor shows that his heart is very peaceful and his wisdom is also good.
He likes to talk to smart people, he can get enlightenment and harvest, not these warriors who only know how to kill and kill.
He also knew that his view was biased.
?Because my aptitude is too poor to practice martial arts like my elder brother and second brother, that's why I hate martial arts so much, and I can't get close to martial artists.
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? The morning bell lingers in the sky, slowly spreads out, condenses and does not disperse, spreading throughout the mountains, woods and valleys.
"Squeak¡ª¡ª!"
The gate of the temple opened slowly, and four young monks stepped out of the gate and stood on both sides of the steps, saluting together to welcome the pilgrims.
Only then did Fakong know that Daleiyin Temple still accepts pilgrims.
King Kong Temple is closed and does not open the door to welcome pilgrims, and there are no believers.
And Leiyin Peak is so high, Fakong speculated that it should be similar to the top of the Himalayas in his previous life.
It is extremely pious to come to such a place to worship the Buddha.
All the pilgrims entered in turn.
Fakong came the latest and came last.
Before he entered the temple, he found that the few in rough clothes had finished worshiping the Buddha, came out of the temple gate, picked up the firewood in the corner, and walked lightly along the red wall to the back door.
Several groups of pilgrims, most of them are related to Daleiyin Temple, they are either collecting firewood or delivering wild vegetables, or doing other things.
Only that handsome young man, a group of six, is the real worshiper of the Buddha.
Fakong came to the Daxiong Hall and came to the statue of the Buddha. The six people knelt on the futon motionless, with solemn expressions.
Fakong folded his palms together and took a careful look at the Buddha statue.
The fingerprints made by the monks in the Sutra Pavilion are the fingerprints made by the Tathagata Buddha statue in front of you.
The Buddha statue is obviously made by an expert, and the meaning of compassion and immovability is faintly flowing.
The stripes of the cassock are clearly visible, and through these stripes of the cassock, you can feel the breeze blowing.
The palm prints on both palms are clearly visible, the texture of each finger is clearly visible, and even the slight tendons under the skin are clearly visible.
Of course, the handprints are also clearly visible.
Pilgrims worshiping Buddha probably won't care about this handprint. After all, every Buddha statue has a handprint, and they just think it's just a pose.
But he didn't know that the handprint of the Buddha statue in front of him was authentic.
Daleiyin Temple really deserves to be called Daleiyin Temple, it is too rich and grand!
He closed his eyes with emotion, tried to form mudra, and adjusted to the best state through subtle induction without even entering the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda.
As soon as the handprints were knotted, my heart immediately became calm.
It has the effect of the first layer of the Qingxin mantra, which can eliminate distracting thoughts and maintain concentration.
Not to mention anything else, reading with this seal will certainly increase your efficiency, and your memory will be deeper and more unforgettable.
If in the previous life, this handprint is enough for a student to become a top student, obtain a bright future, and thus enter the middle and upper classes of society.
It is also useful in this world. Although it does not have the power of attack, its impact is immeasurable.
It is amazing that such powerful handprints are not well-known, even Huinan and Huiwen don't know about them.
He opened his eyes and walked out.
Passing through the vestibule of the Daxiong Palace and coming to the gate of the temple, I saw Chengyan standing there.
the??The handsome young man walked down the steps slowly.
The five guards followed suit.
They maintained a formation while walking, tightly guarding the young man in sable fur, and were on guard at any time.
Fakong raised a warning sign in his heart, reminding him to stay away.
According to his current cultivation base, meeting these five people is a dead end, and he can't make waves at all.
No matter how strong the Buddha's mantra is, it cannot directly confront the enemy, nor can it defeat the opponent.
The handsome young man came to Fakong and looked at the yellow leaf with a smile: "What is the mystery of it?"
Fakong handed him the yellow leaf: "Is it like a human meridian?"
"Hey." The handsome young man in the bear shape let out a strange smile, curled his lips and shook his head.
"Zhao Huaishan, can you shut up?" The sable fur youth glanced at him lightly.
"Yes, my lord!" The bear-shaped youth hurriedly shut his mouth and sullenly.
As soon as he restrained his hippie smile, he immediately changed into a different person, and suddenly became fierce and murderous.
"Just kidding." The handsome young man apologized embarrassedly.
"But it turned out to be a general, nice to meet you." Fakong smiled indifferently.
He really wasn't angry.
?From childhood to adulthood, as an orphan, if he was angry at the cold eyes and ridicule he received, he would have been angry with himself long ago.
He has his own unique way of dealing with it, that is, he only keeps it in his head, not in his heart, and puts it in his head, not in his heart.
After practicing martial arts in the future, just teach him a lesson.
The handsome young man said: "I'm Chu Yu, I don't know what the monk's dharma name is?"
"Fakong."
"Monk Fakong." Chu Yu said with a smile: "The tendons on the leaf are not like the meridians of the body, right? The eight extraordinary meridians don't go like this."
"It really doesn't look like it?" Fakong smiled.
The meridians of the body are like countless complicated rivers, criss-crossing, and the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve serious meridians are the main ones.
But the martial arts mental method is to select some of the meridians to form a system.
At this moment, he has thought of a mental method with reference to the tendons of the leaves, and deduced it in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda, Zhongzheng is peaceful.
"Not like." Chu Yu shook his head.
Fakong smiled and paid a tithe, turned around and left slowly.
Chu Yu pondered.
Zhao Huaishan snorted: "My lord, it's obviously just a leaf, but why is there some mystery behind it, it's inexplicable."
Chu Yu measured the leaves.
"Young master" Zhao Huaishan wanted to say more, but was stopped by another Qinghuang middle-aged envoy with a wink.
He looked at the Qinghuang middle-aged man suspiciously, and the Qinghuang middle-aged man shook his head slightly.
Zhao Huaishan curled his lips and stopped talking. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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