Urban Hidden Dragon

Wang Han looked at the other party blankly.

He looks like a middle-aged version of Huang Wan who has shaved his head baldly.

It can't be said that they are completely unrelated, they are exactly the same.

"Do you recognize me?" Huang Mang looked at Wang Han carefully.

But after watching it for a long time, I still didn’t know who Wang Han was.

Wang Han heard this and introduced himself, "I am Di Lao's apprentice!"

Huang Mang was silent for several seconds.

Nodding slightly, "It turns out to be my old friend's apprentice!"

"Senior, why are you here?"

Huang Mang explained, "I once made a great wish to enter a temple when I see it and worship the Buddha when I see it. I am willing to eliminate the karma of one hundred thousand poor people in this life!"

Wang Han quickly clasped his hands together.

Huang Mang also clasped his hands and nodded at Wang Han.

"Senior, you just were..."

"This place is quite deserted and lonely. Suddenly someone comes and wants to have some fun. Isn't it funny?" Huang Mang asked.

Wang Han twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a professional fake smile.

I found the roots of comedy artist Huang Wan.

Although Huang Mang had a fierce look on his face, he was not afraid after seeing it and even seemed a little kind.

"Do those who were taught by Emperor Wuji still believe in Buddhism?" Huang Mang asked.

Wang Han smiled and said, "I only believe in myself."

"Oh?" Huang Mang was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Then what are you doing here?"

Wang Han thought for a while, "Senior, have you seen a little snake with one head and two bodies?"

"Is it fat?"

Wang Han nodded quickly, "Yes!"

It seems that there is no problem in finding the place.

Huang Mang asked again, "The little guy is shedding his skin in the temple! Who are you and that little snake..."

"That's my little pet."

Huang Mang nodded, "Go in and talk?"

Wang Han followed Huang Mang inside.

The first time he met a relatively normal monk, Wang Han felt that there was something wrong with him for a while.

Those monks I met before.

Either he is the evil monk Shie with dual personality.

Or it’s the awesome big brother Wu Fa.

Or it was Zuan Living Buddha Chen Xuan's senior brother.

Wang Han was still a little uncomfortable meeting a normal person suddenly.

The small temple is not that big, and the small courtyard is overgrown with weeds.

In the treasure hall, a layer of dust fell on the ground, and a layer of dust also fell on the incense table on the Buddhist altar.

A lamp was burning inside.

The deep mountains and old forests, the ancient Buddha with green lanterns, have a unique charm.

Wang Han's eyes turned.

I saw the fat man wrapped around a Zen staff hanging on the side.

Wang Han took a closer look and saw that the Zen staff was a head taller than a person, as thick as a child's arm, and both ends were unedged.

Just visually, this thing is very heavy.

Two-thirds of the snake's skin has been shed.

The process of molting is painful.

Huang Mang sat down, picked up the Zen staff and placed it across his knees.

The lights of Douda swayed, and the dim yellow light cast a sacred and soft halo on Huang Mang's body.

Wang Han took off one of his insoles and sat on it under his butt.

Huang Mang glanced at it and said, "Why don't you sit on the floor?"

"My wife bought the pants."

Huang Mang smiled and said, "Where do you rank among the ten guys?"

"ninth."

Huang Mang paused, "Are you Wang Muhou's son?"

"Correct."

Huang Mang nodded and paused, "Is Huang Wan married?"

"not yet."

"When will it end?"

These words really made Wang Han question. Just like Huang Wan, if Yue Lao was holding a steel bar as a red thread, Huang Wan could break it. He would still turn around and ask Yue Lao if I am funny.

"I haven't found my favorite one yet."

Huang Mang lowered his head and lightly tapped Fei Yi's head with his finger.

During the intermission, Fei Yi raised his head and rubbed Huang Mang's fingertips affectionately.

He seemed to enjoy Huang Mang's touch.

Turning around, I saw Wang Han sitting there with his eyes wide open.

Fei Yi immediately showed a very human look.

That look seems to be saying, everyone else is just a passer-by, I only have you in my heart.

He also has Neptune potential.

"If the poor monk is right, you are practicing both internally and externally, right?"

"Yes."

Huang Mang took out an old-fashioned military kettle with peeling paint from the bag on one side, and took out two dry steamed buns. He raised his hand and gestured to give one to Wang Han.

Wang Han didn't think much and took it.

After taking a bite, there was a crunching sound, and the toothbrush seeds became sour, almost drying out the teeth.

Huang Mang ate it with gusto.

The two of them ate in silence and looked at Fei Yi.

I don't know how long.

Huang Mang suddenly spoke.

"Little donor, can you let this poor monk take a look at the monster in your arms?"

Wang Han was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he understood what Huang Mang was talking about. The human-skin paper demon inside Wang Han's arms.

Anyway, it’s Brother Qi’s father, so after all, they’re a family.

He turned over his hands and took out the human skin paper.

Huang Mang looked at the human skin paper.

I thought about it and put it directly to my heart.

Wang Han's eyes widened when he saw it, and he quickly reached out to pull the thing off.

Huang Mang smiled calmly and said, "It doesn't matter, this thing can't hurt me."

Wang Han was stunned when he heard this.

A few minutes later, Huang Mang returned the thing to Wang Han, "This thing is a double-edged sword. The donor must be careful when using it."

"clear."

Having said this, Wang Han asked.

"Senior, how can I calm down my mind?"

Combat strength is stuck in the state of mind. Even if you cut the large size, you can't reach the five-petal realm.

Huang Mang smiled, "What is the heart?"

"The heart...is the heart, but when people practice Qigong, the heart generally refers to the state of mind."

Huang Mang asked again, "Have you read "Journey to the West"?"

"Watched the TV series."

"What is written in front of the door where Patriarch Bodhi lives?" Huang Mang asked again.

Wang Han thought for a while and said, "The three-star cave in the setting moon, the square inch mountain in Lingtai."

Huang Mang smiled and said, "What is Xianyue Sanxing Cave? What is Lingtai Fangcun Mountain?"

After Wang Han thought for a while, "The three stars of the slanting moon are the heart, and the square inch of the spiritual platform is also the heart? I remember there is another saying, the monkey represents the monkey mind of Tang Sanzang?"

Huang Mang lowered his head and looked at the fat man wrapped around the Zen staff.

"The setting moon is the Three Star Cave, Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, I found this ideal, the ultimate path is natural."

The green lanterns flickered in the breeze.

"Do you think it's the wind or the heartbeat?"

Wang Han held it in for a long time, "Even if Jesus comes today, the wind will blow!"

Huang Mang laughed out loud.

"You have the appearance of Chaoyuan!"

"Is this the appearance of Chaoyuan?" Wang Han was confused.

Huang Mang continued, "After hearing this question, many people will fall into a self-game situation. Many people's first reaction is Feng Dong, but after hearing the question, they will question their answers. In fact, many questions have The answer is not that profound, and the world is not that complicated. What is complicated is just the human heart.

Depending on the heart, the images arising from the heart are naturally different, and the world has become complicated in the hearts of countless different people. "

Wang Han nodded, agreeing with this.

Just like seeing black stockings, some people think of black stockings and ignite the fire of restless desire. Some people see black stockings but think of robbers wearing black stockings. And some people see black stockings and think of this thing. What is the material like, how is the manufacturing process, and some people see Heisi thinking about the sales of this thing.

Everyone's cognition is different, and they have different views on the same thing. The appearance comes from the heart, and the appearance of this world becomes complicated.

But get to the root of it.

There is only one truth, this thing is a very simple pair of stockings.

Huang Mang continued, "So, the way to calm down is very simple. Get rid of all distracting thoughts and seek the truth! Find the truth!"

"Just get rid of distracting thoughts?"

"How to pronounce the word?"

Wang Han said without thinking, "Below the word "Jin" is the word "心".

Huang Mang nodded and continued, "Things that arise from the heart today and at this moment are thoughts. The more thoughts there are, the less peaceful the mind will be. Don't let unnecessary thoughts breed.

It's a simple thing, but very few people do it.

How much do you understand? "

"Forgot all about it."

Huang Mang looked stunned.

"Forgot it all? Didn't you understand it at all?"

Wang Han laughed dryly, "When Zhang Wuji was learning kung fu, he said that he would forget everything and he would master it."

"You're quite funny.

Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death for talking like this? "

Wang Han sneered, "I run fast."

Huang Mang laughed.

The finger tapped the fat man's head again.

Wang Han asked curiously.

"Senior, what state are you in now?"