Chapter 18 Huai Min is not sleeping either
Murong Ji looked at the palm technique in his hand and was stunned. There really is such a palm technique.

Looking up at the kind-looking Shi Yuan, the image of the compassionate Namo Gatlin Bodhisattva suddenly emerged in my mind.

Six pure depleted uranium bombs, three thousand six hundred revolutions in one breath.

Perhaps Murong Ji's gaze was too fiery, so Shi Yuan explained, "You must have the means of a diamond to show your compassion. Buddhism also has the angry eyes of a diamond."

Murong Ji nodded. He understood what was said. To forgive blindly was what Buddha should do.

My cheap uncle is just a young monk, not as great as the Buddha, so please go and see my Buddha Tathagata.

As the saying goes, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha instantly.

I will help you become a Buddha...

Murong Ji took a breath of cold air. No wonder he didn't hold back at all when he hit him!
After that, Murongji became more careful, and the commandments were deeply engraved in my heart. After all, the price of breaking the commandments was a bit heavy.

Shi Leyuan really treated him as his own nephew and taught him the core Buddhist mind method. Murong was not unfamiliar with this set of mind methods, the Heart Sutra of Prajnaparamita.

It is a Buddhist classic, not much worse than the Yi Jin Jing. It's just that it is not well-known now and is not as well-known as the Yi Jin Jing. After all, it is the practice of Bodhidharma.

In half a year, Murong Ji's skills improved rapidly, and the idea of ​​"all dharmas are empty" in the Heart Sutra was rigorous and complete.

All phenomena are illusory; only the pure nature of the self is real and unchanging.

Cultivate the Tao, cultivate the Tao, what you cultivate is the unchanging true self.

Murong Ji thought of the words again: Things are the same, but the hearts are different. Use the false to cultivate the true and stay calm.

This is not only a set of exercises, but also a Taoist book, a scripture that explains the great Dao from a Buddhist perspective.

It’s just not as intuitive as the Tao Te Ching and the Yin Jing.

Murong Ji specifically looked for these books to read, but couldn't understand them, so he asked Shi Yuan for help. This guy seemed to be a bottomless pit of knowledge, there was nothing he didn't know.

Time passed by in a trance, and Murong Ji lived a fulfilling life every day.

Studying and practicing martial arts seriously, this state is really extremely comfortable.

He didn't know when a few more people started living next to his meditation room, which surprised Murong Ji.

In the past year, there have been guests staying in the temple, but no outsiders have ever lived in this inner courtyard.

I wanted to chat with my new neighbors, but I couldn't find them. They went out to play when I was studying, and they hadn't come back when I was practicing martial arts.

I went to bed at night, but they came back.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to them and lived his own life.

But, there are always some people that he particularly hates!!
Murong Ji was sleeping soundly when suddenly a howl woke him up!

The howling continued, speaking in dialect. Murong Ji could not understand the Song Dynasty dialect and was too lazy to pay attention to them, just two drunkards.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, there was another howl. How could I bear it? !

He used his inner strength and a rumbling sound came out directly, "Are you going to let me sleep or not?!"

As soon as the voice was heard from inside the house, the singing outside stopped abruptly. Murong Ji was also stunned. Outside, a surge of internal force rose up.

[Master?! ]

He sat up suddenly, put on his clothes and walked out.

In the temple, next to the pool where Murong Ji spat out the water he used to brush his teeth every day, there stood two middle-aged men, in their forties or fifties, dressed like Confucian scholars.

At this age, one can be considered an old man. Generally, men in their thirties call themselves old men.

The two looked at him straight.

Murong Ji was too lazy to pay attention to them, and turned to look at the two servants standing beside him, who were about the same age as him, one tall and one short. They both looked at him unkindly.

"Little brother, I'm sorry, sorry for disturbing your rest." The older Confucian scholar clasped his fists and bowed slightly to apologize.

Murong Ji felt a little better. The other person's attitude was good. He said, "Keep your voice down," and turned to go into the house.

Sure enough, the noise outside became quieter.

When I was half asleep, a picture suddenly emerged in my mind. I was struggling to recite a poem, and in my heart I was greeting the entire family of a certain person named Su for eighteen generations.

In the must-read list of primary and secondary school students, the names of Li Bai and Su Shi are high on the list.

My favorite is the one who wrote more than 40,000 poems, and you don’t need to memorize a single one.

On the night of October 12, the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and was about to sleep when the moonlight came into the house...

Murong Ji sat up suddenly, "Damn! Huaimin hasn't slept yet!!!" He was instantly awakened. He remembered that Su Shi was not dead at this time!
Otherwise, how could my cheap uncle be implicated by him!

He rubbed his face to wake himself up. "This is the Northern Song Dynasty, Chengtian Temple, October of the sixth year of Yuanfeng, and there is a lunatic who won't sleep. Everything matches!"

A famous scene in history!

Murong Ji put on his clothes again and went out to see the two men still talking about something.

Seeing Murong Ji come out again, the two were a little stunned for a moment and looked at each other. Did they disturb someone's sleep again? !

I was just about to apologize.

Murong Ji bowed deeply and said, "I am honored to meet you two gentlemen. May I ask if your surnames are Su and Zhang?"

The two Confucian scholars looked at each other, somewhat confused.

"Ah, yes, I'm Su Zizhan. Little brother, have we disturbed your rest again?"

Murong Ji laughed and said, "Is that so? That's all. Su Zizhan, Su Shi, a great writer!"

Murong Ji's smile made Su Shi feel a little chilly, and he always felt that something was going to happen.

At this moment, a book boy suddenly stood in front of Su Shi at an extremely fast speed.

It was so fast that no one present could react.

"Sir, this man is a master." said the servant, the tall servant.

Murong Ji exhaled, "Gentlemen, I have no ill intentions. I just have something I want to ask you."

The servant boy still didn't believe it and stared at Murong Ji with burning eyes, it looked like he really wanted to have a fight with Murong Ji.

"What do you want to ask, little brother?"

Seeing Su Shi answering, Murong Ji took out the problems he encountered when studying during the day, asked them one by one, and then listened to Su Shi's answers.

The atmosphere gradually became harmonious. Zhang Su continued to chat, and from time to time they spoke to Murong Ji who was reading a book nearby, helping him solve problems.

The tall book boy walked aside, looking depressed.

Another servant boy came up and said, "Hehe, Senior Brother Lin, if you want to compete with him, why don't you invite him openly?"

The book boy named Lin sighed and said, "Tomorrow, don't disturb the master's interest."

Murong Ji raised his head, looked at the servant who was refilling tea at the table, and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, young man, what is your name?"

The servant boy was startled, then smiled back, "My name is Gao Qiu."

Murong Ji was stunned. Gao Qiu? ! That Gao Qiu! The culprit who subverted the Song Dynasty's imperial army? !
(End of this chapter)