Break Through the Steam Game Library

In the early morning of the next day, sun Wang brought her little daughter, sun lichai. She was a very thin child. She was five years old, but she looked like three years old. She was not only thin, but also pale and weak.

After hearing that Lu Zhengkang was talking, a group of monks stood by him early. On the one hand, they longed to hear the wonderful sound of Bodhisattva again. On the other hand, they wanted to see how he treated sun lichai.

Under the gaze of the crowd, Lu Zhengkang gently stroked the girl's head, and a faint smoke floated out of her mouth and penetrated into her seven orifices.

From Lu Zhengkang's point of view, sun lichai's Qi is like a group of candle fire, her emperor's net beads are dim, and the silk thread around her is also shaky, as if she is about to leave the world and fall into the sea of samsara.

Is she afraid?

Lu Zhengkang's Qi is like a warm spring breeze, bringing warm rain, moistening the withered and yellow seedlings, so that their drooping branches and leaves can slightly look up and feel the eternal sunshine.

With the naked eye, the green air on sun's face receded, revealing her tender and white skin. Although she had no blood color, she was much better, and she was no longer likely to die at any time.

"Cough..." The little girl coughed, her expression stretched out, but her eyes were still closed.

Sun Wang was excited and could not help crying.

The monks whispered, with a look of joy on their faces.

Lu Zhengkang took back his hand, and he no longer breathed out his innate spirit. He turned his eyes to the abbot. The old man stepped forward gently, with a respectful look.

"There are still many children like this. Try to save them," he said to sun Wang. "After all, my ability is limited. I can only save the sick, but it's hard to prolong my life. Now that the child is dead, I don't know what will happen in the future. If I can learn martial arts, I can change my life."

His voice is the voice of a child, clear and loud, but steady and clear, and his pronunciation is perfect. After hearing this, the monks looked happy, but Lu Zhengkang himself said that his voice was nothing special. The state of the bald donkeys belonged to him and moved him.

The abbot told several elders to tell them the news of the Buddha's salvation. Then he bowed to Lu Zhengkang and made a hearing.

Lu Zhengkang shook his head. "I have nothing more to say. Go and get more books."

"Yes."

Since then, many people have come to seek medical treatment, and they have witnessed the extraordinary power of this little bodhisattva, and the incense of Shaolin Temple flourished.

Lu Zhengkang spent all his spare time reading books every day except for treating illness and observing antlers.

All kinds of miscellaneous studies, poetry, temperament, cooking, forging, art, etc. have been involved, the right to pass the time.

In fact, he didn't understand a lot of things and had a lot of subjective bias, but it really increased his knowledge.

The only thing that makes Lu Zhengkang feel very uncomfortable is that many things connected with metaphysics, such as geomantic omen, face-to-face, star watching, and so on, which conflict with some of his past knowledge systems. Fortunately, Lu Zhengkang is a very open-minded person. Since he is no longer on the earth, it's boring to entangle in his former world outlook. Maybe the world is a round place ？ Maybe there are six samsara?

He didn't practice it or see it with his own eyes. He didn't dare to speculate.

Now Lu Zhengkang thinks his life is peaceful and beautiful. Except for one thing, people always like to stare at him.

The sense of attention and privacy is deifying a person.

Religion always likes to talk about mysticism. Lu Zhengkang's every action will be over interpreted, as if he can see the way of the universe from his behavior.

The bald donkeys especially recognize this point. For them, if they can learn a little Zen from Lu Zhengkang, it will be of great benefit to their martial arts. After all, Shaolin's Kung Fu emphasizes the unity of Zen and martial arts, and the understanding of Buddhist scriptures can be transformed into the understanding of martial arts. But Buddhism attainments are not enough, martial arts can not reach a high level.

Originally, only craftsmen were needed to expand the other courtyard. Later, eighteen Arhats volunteered to help carry stone and wood, build walls and build tiles. When they had time, they would keep a close eye on Lu Zhengkang.

For a moment, the quiet courtyard was full of shiny bald heads. They were carrying hundreds of huge stones, one by one. They came and went without touching the ground, and their faces did not change. They were excellent labor force, just like heavy machinery such as excavators and cranes.

The monks are full of blood and vigorous Qi. They move like rolling stones and are as quiet as iron walls. Lu Zhengkang is also surprised to see them.

Is the value of force in Taiwu world so high?

Jue Guang, one of the eighteen Arhats, always sneaks into his room these days. Seeing that Lu Zhengkang has been staring at his brothers, he thinks that he is interested in martial arts. He can't help but be very happy. So he comes to him and asks, "do you want to learn martial arts? How about I teach you Zen? This is the internal skill of level 6. "

In Taiwu world, all things have their own grades, from low to high, which are lower nine, middle eight, upper seven, Qi six, MI five, Ji four, Chao three, Jue two and the most wonderful God one.

Each school has its own identity. Only with the corresponding identity can we learn the martial arts of the corresponding level.If Shaolin monk wants to learn colorless Zen, he must be a disciple of Bodhi hall. As an eighteen Arhats, jueguang himself can also practice extreme fourth level Kung Fu.

Lu Zhengkang stares out of the window and looks again. He takes his eyes back and meditates with his knees crossed. He doesn't pay attention to jueguang.

The black bald donkey was a little worried. "Ah, Buddha, do you dislike colorless Zen? Then I'll ask the abbot to pass the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing to you! "

The Yijinjing is the second-order classic, and the xisui classic is the first-order classic. However, jueguang believes that as long as Lu Zhengkang wants to learn it, Shaolin can never hide his secrets.

He would improvise and rush to find the abbot.

After a while, the abbot rushed over with jueguang in his hand.

Bang, the old bald donkey threw the black bald donkey on the ground.

"Buddha, don't listen to this Hun man's nonsense. The cultivation of martial arts can't be accomplished overnight. Instead, it should be practiced step by step from the next nine levels to the top." Zen master Zixing put his hands together. "This meditation skill is a way of meditation, but Luohan skill in the eighth level is a way of strengthening the outside and invigorating the inside. Buddha is still young, but he can't bear such hardships."

Lu Zhengkang breathed out a breath, did not open his eyes, gently said: "I know."

"That's great Light! You can't enter this Yigu other courtyard without permission in the future. If you violate it, go to the commandment courtyard to lead the board. "

After Zixing finished, he bowed to Lu Zhengkang and turned to leave.

Jue Guang, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, turned over and said, "Hey, hey! Old monk Dao Zi Zui tofu Xin, but now I can't come to see you often! " As usual, he went to dish the head of Lu Zhengkang. His new hair is dark and thick, which is called the wonderful appearance of Bodhisattva by other monks. Relatively speaking, jueguang is a very irregular person. He should rub the head of Bodhisattva.

"It's not necessarily a good thing not to let you practice martial arts. The abbot said that there are limitless powers in our Buddhism. Buddha, you are no better than us in cultivating Dharma."

Lu Zhengkang smiles and does not refute.