At this moment, Wu Sheng felt like he was stuck in a quagmire.

It was confinement, the whole body was restrained, as if it was shackles and immobilized. It was pressure, like a landslide and a tsunami. This feeling was like the two-headed monster I encountered in the strange pool in the mountains that day.

"This is Shaoyang's true strength. No wonder there was such a huge sense of crisis that day."

It was only at this moment that Wu Sheng had an understanding of the strength of Shao Yang sitting in front of him. He was also thankful that he was not impulsive in the red mist that day, otherwise he would have been seriously injured even if he had not died.

"felt it?"

"I feel like my whole body is imprisoned. Is this the power of the Towering Realm?"

"If you have reached a towering level of cultivation, you can draw the ground as a prison, and there is a certain area of ​​heaven and earth within a certain number of feet. The size of the range varies from person to person."

"What about the immortals?"

"It seems too general to talk about calling the wind and rain. Keep it simple and be realistic. If an immortal were here and looked at you, you would die."

After hearing this, Wu Sheng's body trembled. It was not a tremor of fear, but a kind of throbbing, a kind of desire, a mixture of excitement and panic.

"Then how do you become a fairy?"

"I don't know, whether it's a mysterious thing or a towering one, I've reached this point in my cultivation. If I don't say it's transparent, I can only give a rough idea of ​​whether it's a human being or an immortal. To me, it's like a castle in the air. It's not real. I haven't figured it out myself yet.

Understand, how to speak and listen to you."

Wu Sheng was a little disappointed after hearing this, but he was immediately relieved.

"I am just enlightening now. I should first understand the mysteries and enter the towering heaven."

"Donor Shao, do you have any idea of ​​crossing the border and going directly to the towering sky without going through the mysteries?" Wu Sheng suddenly thought of this question again.

Cultivation is like climbing a mountain, one step at a time, but are there any shortcuts?

"I have never heard of it, and I advise you not to think about it. The most taboo thing in spiritual practice is to aim too high. Being brave and diligent is not necessarily a good thing. How high can a ten thousand tall building rise from the ground if the foundation is not solid?" Shao Yang drank a bowl of wine.

"Over the years, I have traveled all over the world and I have seen some amazing and brilliant people. They are extremely talented and arrogant, but later they were able to climb to the top of the mountain and see all the mountains. Not even one of them was small. Some of them were born young.

Gone, like fashion falling to the ground." His words were filled with emotion and loneliness.

"Cultivating the Tao is about cultivating the heart. The road is so long that temporary gains and losses, temporary lengths and shortcomings, are nothing."

"Donor Shao is right."

This conversation with Shao Yang really gave him the feeling that "listening to your words is better than reading ten years of reading". Although the man in front of him looks a bit scary and the Taoism he practices seems a bit weird, he is still an upright person.

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The two talked freely late into the night. The jar of wine had been finished long ago, and Wu Sheng still had some unfinished thoughts.

"I gained a lot from today's conversation, which solved many doubts in my mind. Donor Shao, please accept my bow." Wu Sheng stood up, straightened the monk's clothes, and bowed.

"Monk, you don't have to be like this. If I like you, I will tell you what to say. If you don't like it, I won't say anything even if the knife is placed on my neck." Shao Yang said loudly.

Wu Sheng did not say any empty words like "I will keep my great kindness in my heart and I will do my best to repay you in the future when necessary." He kept this kindness firmly in his heart.

He returned to Lanruo Temple under the moonlight, and carefully recorded everything he heard from Shao Yang about spiritual practice during the night.

The next day, he found Monk Wunu, listened to what he had heard, and had a conversation with him. Monk Wunu just kept nodding.

"Practice must be sustained, and one must not aim too high." Wu Sheng was taken aback by this sentence, which made perfect sense.

"Senior brother, what a show!"

"Ah, what is a neixiu?"

"Although he is not good at talking, he is smart at heart."

"Junior brother, you're rewarded." Wu Nu smiled honestly after hearing this.

The next day, after practicing in the morning, after lunch, Wu Sheng came to the Bodhi tree and thought about the exercises he practiced, what the "intention" was in it, and what his "Tao" was. All afternoon, I thought about it.

There are many, but I can’t think of anything.

It was still the same the next day.

"The true meaning of Buddhism should be found in Buddhist scriptures, rather than just wishful thinking." Wu Sheng suddenly realized.

In recent times, I have only been focusing on practicing and reading less Buddhist scriptures. I am still too impatient.

That night, Wu Sheng did not continue to practice under the moonlight, but concentrated on reciting a Buddhist scripture to calm himself down.

From then on, he practiced half a day and chanted sutras half a day.

The days in the mountains pass quickly, and the New Year is coming soon. In a few days, it will be the New Year.

This is my first time celebrating New Year in a temple.

To Wu Sheng's surprise, Monk Kongkong took the New Year very seriously. He arranged for Kongkong and Wusheng to go down the mountain to purchase some things early, and asked Monk Wunui to clean the entire temple, especially the

The main hall was kept spotless.

"Does Master Abbot attach great importance to this New Year?"

"Well, it's a new year, a new atmosphere, a new beginning, especially if there is one more person this year, of course it is worth being happy." Monk Kong said with a smile.

"It's really not easy for Lanruo Temple to spend a year safely!"

Ha, Monk Kong took a breath of hot air, and the smile on his face looked like the sunshine in winter.

"Master."

"Um?"

"You're fat again."

"No, I haven't eaten much recently."

"There is a kind of person who will gain weight if he drinks cold water."

"I drink hot water."

It was rare for the master and the apprentice to quarrel together these days. When they came down the mountain, the people in the village were very happy to see them and vying to invite them to their homes.

The two came to a house, and Monk Kong saw the Buddha statue they worshiped.

"May the Buddha bless you... hmm?"

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing, nothing."

Monk Kong looked at the Buddha statue carefully, then turned and looked at Wu Sheng.

After eating the fast meal, the master and the apprentice continued on their way to Jinhua.

"Wusheng, why does that Buddha statue look so much like you?"

"It was carved by a villager. I have already told him that if he carves it again, it should be based on the Buddha statue in the main hall of Lanruo Temple."

"Hey, that's not necessary. Buddha has no fixed appearance. If you have Buddha in your heart, then you have the appearance of Buddha. He can be like you or me."

"Master, do you mean that if the Buddha statue is carved like me, there will be no problem?"

"No problem." Kong nodded.

"I feel like I can't afford it."

"Then you can carve it like me." Kong Kong stood, turning his head and looking sideways at Wu Sheng.

When Wu Sheng heard the words, he also stopped and looked into the void. The master and the disciple looked at each other.

"Master, why are you so shameless!?"

"My teacher is teaching you Buddhist principles."

"I just think you're talking nonsense."

Master, where should we spend the night tonight? The Chenghuang Temple in Jinhua City has been closed."

"How about going to Lu's house? The house is spacious and the food is delicious."

"Can you get some money by the way?" Wu Sheng added.
Chapter completed!