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Chapter 89: Movement, Stillness, and Zen (Please subscribe! Please bookmark!)

On the way down the mountain.

Until they left Hanshan Temple, Xiao Hanyi couldn't help but said, "Master, what did you just talk about with that big monk?

Senior sister, do you know?"

"I don't understand either." Lingsu frowned, "I felt that Master was not very happy at first, but after talking to the big monk, he seemed to be a little happy.

But when we went down the mountain, he became not so happy again.

I don't understand."

"Master~what do you mean?"

Su Jiu didn't answer, but turned around and looked at Hanshan Temple, where there were still people going up the mountain even when the sun was setting.

"Today, I saw people first and then Buddha, and it was worth the trip."

"Ah?"

To be honest.

Su Jiu was indeed disappointed when he saw the state of Hanshan Temple at first.

This doesn't look like a Buddhist temple, but rather a shop.

He didn't think he could find what he wanted here.

But then, after entering the temple and going up the mountain, his mood gradually calmed down.

Hanshan Temple is indeed full of the smell of money.

But!

This place is quite Buddhist.

As we walked along, we could hear the sound of chanting everywhere. The monks were mostly dressed in old clothes, but they were very clean.

The monks here really want to make money.

But making money is not for enjoyment, but for practicing Buddhism.

Su Jiu did not comment on this.

Until he met Master Zhitong, he answered Su Jiu's doubts.

Why?

This person's cultivation is just at the level of Vajra.

In such a martial arts world, being the abbot of such a big temple is obviously not good enough.

No wonder Hanshan Temple is famous among dignitaries.

A Jianghu man doesn't care whether you are a Buddha or not.

Is your Buddha better than the sword in my hand?

What can I do?

The reputation of Hanshan Temple for a hundred years cannot be destroyed by his own hands.

So the old monk is determined to follow the path of the nobles.

This is the old monk's human nature.

But the old monk also knows that once a Buddhist temple becomes a shop, it will naturally not be able to cultivate Buddha.

So, he retreated to the mountains and forests and made a "compromise" that was ridiculous to outsiders, just to cultivate the Buddha in his heart.

Is he a Buddha?

Yes!

But isn't he a Buddha?

No.

He is just an old monk who wants to be a Buddha, but has to be a human first.

After listening to Su Jiu's explanation, Lingsu and Xiao Hanyi still felt dizzy.

But they understood one thing. The master still had a good impression of the old monk, but he probably wouldn't come to Hanshan Temple again.

The master didn't practice Buddhism.

"Why was the master disappointed in the end?"

"You all know that I will go to Laochan Temple in the end, but you know"Why should I go to Laochan Temple?"

"Isn't it for the Great Freedom Glazed Golden Body Technique?"

"That's just a process, not a goal." Su Jiu shook his head: "My goal is to learn Buddhist Zen."

"Zen?"

"Yes!"

Su Jiu nodded: "I have learned the movement of martial arts and the stillness of Taoism, so I want to see the Zen of Buddhism."

"I don't understand."

The two shook their heads.

"Actually, I don't understand either." Su Jiu also shook his head: "How about, wait until the master understands, and then teach it to you."

"Okay. "

The two nodded, laughed, and their eyes were almost narrowed into slits.

At the same time.

On the other side of Gusu City, at Kurong Temple.

Master Kurong, with a haggard face, reached out to receive a carrier pigeon.

When he opened it, he saw the other side laughing and handed the message to a white-haired young man opposite him. (To read the exciting novels, go to Fulu Novel Network!)

If it wasn't Nangong Chunshui, who else could it be.

"The wisdom is profound, the mind is clear, and the Tao is hidden in the sky."

"Wow~"

When Nangong Chunshui saw the message, he immediately shouted: "Martial arts shape the body, Taoism shapes the heart, and now Buddhism and Taoism shape the roots.

Great, great.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being my Li... Nangong Chunshui's junior brother. ”

Seeing this evaluation, he knew that the words were about Su Jiu.

The opposite Master Ku Rong laughed when he heard this: "Mr. Li (cibb), practicing both martial arts and Confucianism, has reached the level of heaven, which is rare in the world.

Now, this Mr. Su is pursuing even higher. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly sighed heavily: "I don't know whether it is a blessing or a curse."

"Old monk, you are just worried too much. There are always talented people in the world. No matter how well the predecessors do, the meaning of existence is to be surpassed by the descendants.

Otherwise, how could this world be so exciting for thousands of years?"

Ku Rong did not respond to this sentence, but changed his tone: "Are you really sure that you want to break the Dachun Gong?"

"Enough of life."

Nangong Chunshui smiled slightly: "I also found the reason why I want to die, enough. ”

“But you have to know that Yuefengcheng has been practicing hard, and Tianwaitian has been looking for the innate martial vein to help Yuefengcheng break through the ninth level of Xu Nian Gong.

Once he succeeds, Beique will surely reignite the flames of war.

By then, all lives will be devastated.

Back then, you blocked Yuefengcheng.

What about the future? []

Your junior brother doesn't look like he will take action. ”

“No doubt about it.” Li Changsheng smiled and replied directly: “As long as Tianwaitian doesn't provoke him, Yuefengcheng will not even raise his eyelids even if it enters Tianqi.”

“You know this, but you still insist?”

“Insist.”

Nangong Chunshui rolled up his sleeves: “Beili is also good, Beique, for me now, it has no meaning. "

Kurong was silent.

He understood that the current Jianghu and the court were no longer the era that Li Changsheng knew.

Li Changsheng was dead,

Now, he just wanted to be Nangong Chunshui.

"Amitabha."

Putting his hands together and chanting the Buddha's name, Kurong looked at Nangong Chunshui: "My Zen skills are not enough, and I still can't help Nangong to break the power.

If Nangong insists, I'm afraid I can only go to Laochan Temple and find Master Wuyou to try. "

"No problem."

Nangong Chunshui took a sip of tea: "I have decided to set off tomorrow to go to Tangmen to participate in the poison testing conference."

"You! ”

At this moment, Master Kurong couldn’t help it: “Once this choice succeeds, there will be no chance to regret it.”

“I have never regretted anything I have done in my life.”

Nangong Chunshui’s face was filled with a smile.

If the Dachun Gong was broken by Zen Gong, it would only be broken, but the body would not be broken, and the Qi would not leak, and it could be repaired at any time.

But if the Dachun Gong was broken by poison, his body would become riddled with holes, and it would be impossible to repair it in the future.

Nangong Chunshui, this is really a dead end that cannot be turned back.

“Amitabha~”

A very sad Buddhist chant spread far and wide, as if it was commemorating a dead era..