The third day.

A few lights lit up in Qingyao Village, which shines with the stars shining in the sky.

Tang Cheng's parents were busy in the kitchen. The spatula jingled and the fragrance filled the air. The sesame cakes were slowly out of the pot and wrapped in a clean linen. Tang Zhao was preparing dry food for Tang Cheng. Her eyes were red, and tears fell on the sesame cakes from time to time. I don't know if it was smoke or worried about her children.

"The head of the family, do you say that Cheng'er has to travel far away at such a young age? I see that the fat monk is very suspicious! Why don't we go to report to the official and arrest him, so that Cheng'er's thoughts can be broken!"

While taking care of the fire, Tang Gui smoked his cigarette pipes. The strong choking smell of tobacco leaves filled the entire kitchen. After hearing Tang Zhao's words, he kowtowed the ashes and said in a muffled voice: "The woman has long hair and short knowledge! Master Yao said before that Cheng'er's mind is not at all about studying, so we can discipline us well. If you hadn't been spoiling him, why would he be today?

Now, he has become a demon if he wants to seek Tao. If you are so reckless, his whole life will be ruined. Also, this fat monk looks like he has supernatural powers. If he can practice, it will be better. If he cannot, he can take this opportunity to break the city's thoughts so that he can concentrate on studying, and become the general and the prime minister in the future, and glorify the ancestors of the Tang family."

Tangcheng never slept all night, listening to his parents' voices across the wall, his mood was extremely complicated, both ashamed and uneasy. Confucianism emphasizes that his parents are there and not traveling far away. As the only son in the family, he did such a thing, which was unfilial and had to be ashamed. And at dawn, he had to leave Qingyao Village to meet unknown challenges, and he felt even more uneasy.

As the sky became brighter, Qingyao Village became lively.

Yesterday, under the witness of the unpredictable sunset, Mr. Yuanjue selected his disciples based on the practice progress of the Counting Breath Contemplation. A total of seven were shortlisted, all of which were children, including Tang Feifan, the eldest son of Tang Bugui.

Afterwards, the fat monk Yuanjue left. The orange sunlight not only shone his bald head, but also made his back look old. With his long sleeves dancing, he looked like a Buddha. Before leaving, Yuanjue made an agreement with everyone that the next morning, everyone would meet under the high platform.

The river is surging, and willows are weeping on both sides of the river, and green is filled with green. The thick fog in the morning turns Qingyao Village into a mysterious unknown world. It is still early, and the selected people have already come to the riverside to wait. The story of Liuhou Zhang Liang's three-in-one bridge is widely circulated. The fate of immortality is hard to come easily. Who dares to be late for the Qingyao Village?

The wet mist is refreshing, and everything yesterday feels like a dream to everyone. However, the platform built by three wooden tables is still telling the whole story of yesterday. The parents are nagging and diligently reminding their children, but Tang Cheng's parents are silent. Everything that should be said has been said at home, and at this moment, only unspeakable sadness accumulates in their hearts.

Suddenly, someone said excitedly: "Master is here!" Everyone followed his fingers and saw Yuanjue stepping on the morning glow, coming like the wind. The people were still far away, and a burst of laughter came.

"Hahahaha, I am late for me! Thank you for your donors! Last night, I went to Qingyang Mountain to eliminate monsters. The monster was extremely powerful and had a long battle, but it was difficult to achieve success. I still asked the magic weapon given by my master to subdue demons in one fell swoop. In this way, the donors have been waiting for a long time!" After Yuanjue approached, he explained readily.

Everyone gasped. Qingyang Mountain was the place where the emperors of all dynasties were found, and it was well-known to everyone. It is more than 800 miles away from Jiluo Prefecture, where Qingyao Village is located. Monk Yuanjue was able to walk back and forth overnight and also subdue demons. It is really a method of immortality, and everyone is looking up to it.

Tang Bugui smacked his lips and bowed and praised, "The master is really a monk. We ordinary people and ordinary people can see the Buddha's face, and we will have no regrets in this life!" Such a stingy flattery was accepted by Yuanjue, and he narrowed his eyes and said, "The donor has been too much! Are all the disciples here?"

"Disciple is here!" Tang Feifan stood long, stood respectfully in front of Yuanjue, bowing to salute. Several other children also left their parents one after another and walked behind Tang Feifan.

Tang Cheng knelt down with a loud bang, kowtowed to Tang Gui and his wife for a few loud noises, and turned around and left without saying a word. He was afraid that as soon as he opened his mouth, he couldn't help crying in public.

Yuanjue waved his sleeves and walked towards the sunset, shouting loudly: "Advisors, follow me!"

The sun shines all over the world, and there is no farther away. The waves on Jing Creek are rugged, fish and shrimps are sneaking, and several fishing boats are sailing towards the sun. Yuanjue and his group are winding along the river bank. If you look from a distance, the team is like a fat duck taking a group of ducklings out of their nests for food.

Next to the village, in the green willow forest. Yao Xian'er hid behind the willow tree with a thick waist, poked her head out and looked at the gradually moving away team, and she burst into tears. Yao Shigu sighed, "If you want to see me, go. After today, I don't know if I can meet again!"

"It's best if you can't see such a heartless person!" Yao Xian'er stomped her feet hard and covered her face. Yao Shigu shook her head and secretly worried about Yao Xian'er. He was the only daughter, but he was still pointing at her to retire and see her off.

Tang Cheng was at the end of the team, and he looked back one step and three times! In addition to his reluctance to his parents, he also felt that he did not show any loss to Yao Xian'er.

Unfortunately, no matter how he waited and watched, all he saw was Yao Zui's relief and ecstatic appearance. Yao Zui's expression made Tang Cheng even more depressed, and all the things that happened last night came to his heart again.

Last night, the waning moon was lifting on the branches, and the breeze blew, shattering the silver light all over the ground.

The immortal taught his disciples and spread the whole village. When Yao Xian'er learned that Tang Cheng was selected, she immediately rushed to ask for the truth. The moon was cold, but the conversation between the two was only even colder.

Yao Xian'er was about to cry and asked, "You must leave?"

"Not bad!" Tang Cheng was also worried.

"Just for the illusion that no one has ever seen before to cultivate immortality and achieve enlightenment?"

"yes!"

"Do you deserve my father's sincere care? Even if he blames you, he still hopes that you will be motivated and be kind! Is this how you repay him? Do you know that my father is going to betroth me to you after you tied your hair. Now, if you don't look back, who do you deserve?"

Tang Cheng was silent, with infinite words in his heart, but he could not speak.

"I hate you! I will last my life!" Tears fell on Tang Cheng's cheeks, cold and cold. The light running, like a frightened deer, was the last impression Yao Xian'er left on Tang Cheng.

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When they first left Qingyao Village, the children were very excited and watched from both sides. They were full of novelty and wanted to have more eyes. However, half a day later, their thin arms and legs became sore and numb, but they wanted to have more legs.

On this day, they followed the Fat Monk Yuanjue for more than fifty miles, without any grain of rice or dripping water. Whether it was the beef carried by Tang Feifan or the sesame cakes carried by Tang Cheng, after leaving Qingyao Village, they were taken away by Yuanjue. Of course, the reason was very sufficient.

"Although my Zen Buddhism despises the asceticism of the Tao, the words and deeds of all living beings contain Buddhist principles. You must carefully understand that if you want to win the battle between monks and Taoism in three years and preside over the affairs of monks and Taoism in one state, you must make more efforts than others! Only by understanding Buddhism better can you make a rapid progress." Yuanjue's teachings are all the subtle words and great meanings, and all the children admire them.

That night, they stayed in the wilderness. After a moment of stopping, the children fell down one after another. They were really exhausted! However, even so, they were still uneasy. Under the moonlight, Yuanjue explained the practice method of Counting the Breath of the Breath, and let them sit cross-legged all night for several days.

Since leaving Qingyao Village, Tang Feifan has not regarded himself as the young master of the real estate. No matter how tired he is, he will be diligent in clothing, get clean water, clean, distribute dry food and other chores. Yuanjue is calm and lets him go.

Tang Feifan soon convinced a group of children with his closer relationship with Yuanjue, but he was deeply impressed by his husband Tang Bugui. Only Tang Cheng disdained Tang Feifan's performance of gunfire and ignored it.

Tang Cheng and others quickly became dirty and sour because they were traveling in the wasteland during the day and staying in the wasteland at night, and they looked even more depressed than beggars. Whenever they walked through the rural path, the farmers passing by often covered their noses and snickered, while Tang Cheng and others were still confused for some reason!

The sun shadow tilted westward, Yuanjue raised his hand and shouted: "I'll meditate and practice tonight!"

When Tang Cheng heard this, his heart tightened and stopped quickly, but he was not afraid of being pushed back suddenly, his feet hooked, and he lay on the ground with a bang.

[Bastard! It's like this again, these bastards are endless!] Tang Cheng's hands were numb, and he got up and glared at the two of them. The two were shrunk by Tang Cheng's glaring, and then glared backwards. In the school, Tang Cheng is a well-deserved genius. They have always wanted to look up to him, but now, their identities have fallen one by one.

Tang Cheng is a genius of study, but not a genius of practice. After more than ten days, almost all the young men have cultivated the view of counting breaths, but Tang Cheng is still standing still.

The smarter a person is, the older he is, the more knowledge he is, the more distracting his thoughts he has, and the more difficult he will start practicing. This is why the age of practice must be controlled around ten years old. At that time, when a young man had very few distracting thoughts, it would be much easier to practice.

Half a month later, Tang Cheng was still full of distractions. Tang Cheng knew the reason. He had read too many books, and his ability to remember everything after reading allowed him to remember anything in detail.

Tang Feifan looked at it with a smile and pretended to be heartbroken: "Great genius, you are now embarrassed and thrown away Jiluozhou. Our Qingyao Village has lost its face because of you. If I were you, I would have picked a crooked tree and went up to hang it up!"

Tang Cheng was extremely angry. Tang Feifan really didn't know what he said, but he didn't hold on to him. Now it seems that the two of them have a grudge to kill their father and a grudge to seize their wife.

Tang Cheng suppressed his anger and shouted, "Tang Feifan, are you still finished?"

"Oh, you're still angry!" Tang Feifan exclaimed, and used his dirty fingers to sort out his hair like a bird's nest, and continued, "You're still embarrassed to be angry. Look, we've all arrived in Yongzhou. This is thousands of miles away, and you haven't even achieved the Counting of Breaths. Teaching you a few words is for your own good! Don't think about being a monk, that's what a guy like you can covet!"

Tang Feifan looked down at Tang Cheng with satisfaction, smiled contemptuously, patted his shoulder, and turned around and left. Yuanjue could see clearly this scene, but there was no reaction.

That night, Tangcheng still got half a piece of dry food!

That night, the willow branches swayed gently, and the cool breeze blew, but Tang Cheng's heart was as cold as black ice!

Under the waning moon, Tangcheng fell and sat down, counting from one to one hundred, and then from one hundred to one, breathing endlessly and counting more breaths.

The view of counting breaths is so simple. As long as the mind of those who practice the exercises becomes empty and like a chaotic chicken, it will be considered complete. The method of thinking about counting breaths is so simple, but such a simple hurdle has stumped many heroes.

Talent is born by parents, and if there is nothing, there is nothing, and no one can force it to do it.

Five more companions were around the seven of them. After inquiring, they learned that they were from a village in Yongzhou, Hongyang Village. The master who led them to practice was also a monk, the junior brother of the fat monk Yuanjue, Yuantong. Now he left for the time being, so he entrusted the five people to Yuanjue for care. With the advantages he had previously established, Tang Feifan easily subdued these five children.

Tang Feifan completely isolated Tang Cheng, no one talked to him, and from time to time someone stirred him up as a joke. Nothing mattered, but the problem was that he still could not enter into a state of meditation. Tang Cheng looked up at the sky, and the stars shone forever. Tang Cheng thought to himself [Did he run away from home and seek the truth, and finally he would go back in shame? Is my dream of immortality just a joke?]

There was another month between them. Apart from their team growing, there was no other difference. Tang Cheng had some secret joy recently. Except for him finally touching the threshold of counting breath, the other people stopped at the view of impurity. If it weren't for this, I'm afraid Tang Feifan would be even more excessive.

After these explanations of Tianyuan Awakening, Tang Cheng knew that they were practicing a method called the Five Contemplations of Mind. The Five Contemplations of Mind were passed down from ancient times. According to the degree of difficulty, the order from low to high is the Contemporary View of Breath, the Contemporary View, the Contemporary View, the Contemporary View, the Contemporary View, the Contemporary View, the Contemporary View, and the Contemporary View of Compassion, and the Contemporary View of Buddha's Recitation.

Among them, the practice method of reciting the Buddha's name has not been seen for a long time in the world. Only the first four parts remain under the world. However, only the view of cause and condition and compassion are left in the world, and there are only the rare books left in the Nalanda Temple, and there is no other inheritance.

The view of counting breaths and impurity are combined into one. There is a nice name called the Gentou Gate, which is said to be able to attract the Gentou in the Heavenly Realm. It is extremely fast to practice. Unfortunately, there are not ten thousand Buddhist practices in the world who practice this method, and there are eight thousand, but I have never heard of anyone who can attract the Gentou in the Heavenly Realm to the Ordinary.

Monk Yuanjue once said that only by practicing the Impure Contemplation can they be considered to be truly introductory, and they can lead their vital energy into the purple palace of the Dantian and keep the true talisman. At that time, you can proudly call yourself a monk and take the first step in the journey of immortality, which will be different from the confused and chaotic sentient beings in the world.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, another half month has passed. Tang Cheng can finally eliminate the troubles of thousands of miscellaneous books he has read before and successfully enters the state of neither thinking nor thinking.

In the words of perfect enlightenment, everything is empty.
Chapter completed!