Chapter 300 The Unity of Heaven and Man

The first day of July.

Heavy rain.

Changjie was nowhere to be found. Xuanzang was still in the Luohan Hall of Dashi Temple. Although the "Tianjun" Xi should have been dead for three days, the monks may not have received the news, and none of them returned.

Xuan Zang is looking at an arhats, which is the last of the 500 arhats he has observed. This image has a total of six hands, with two hands stretched to the left and right, close the top of the palms; the other two hands clench their fists and cross the chest; the remaining opponents are placed between the eyebrows, so that the thumb touches the eyebrows, and the face shows a state of meditation.

In the past, he would only think that this was the shape of a Buddha statue, but now he knows that this is the martial arts practice method from Tianzhu.

Since Shi Qingxuan secretly gave him the "big * method of changing the day", Xuanzang's heart has opened a new world.

It's not that he hasn't practiced martial arts. The elders of Shaolin Temple once wanted to accept him as a closed disciple, but he always thought that the magic power was just a barrier to understanding the Zen method. Confused by the magic power would only make the heart of the Buddha dust and gradually enter the devil's way.

But now he has another layer of understanding. Buddhism is vast, and he also needs divine power to subdue demons. Otherwise, what else can he use to meditate and understand the Tao? It's not a pity to die, but what about the eldest brother who has always loved him? If you are a person, you should practice martial arts.

The key to the big * method of changing the day is the practice of the handprint. The number of handprints from the little finger to the thumb is the ground, water, fire, air and wind. The right hand is wisdom, and the left hand is determined. Through the ten fingers of both hands and the internal and external connection of the scriptures, practicing the qi, veins and wheels in the body, and carrying out the six-part achievement practice is the essence of the day-changing * method. The sun refers to the Great Sun Buddha, and the exchange of the sun is the meaning of interchange with the Great Sun Buddha, which implies the deep meaning of becoming a Buddha.

The qi, pulse and wheel in the day-changing big * method refer to the five qi, three veins and seven rounds. It is the internal power practice system of Tianzhu, which is the same as the eight strange meridians of the Central Plains Wulin, and it is also very different.

The five qis are the five qis of life root, upward, flat, pervasive and downward, which refers to the way of internal and external qi to travel through the three veins and seven rounds.

The three veins are the middle, left and right veins. The middle veins are connected from the bottom of the sea to the top of the head and connected by a spinal cord, such as the central veins.

The left and right veins are from the testis * pill uterus, parallel to the middle vein, through seven rounds.

The orifices of the middle soil, such as the seven rounds, are the top wheel, the eyebrow wheel, the throat wheel, the heart wheel, the umbilical wheel, the reproductive wheel and the seabed wheel. The last undersea wheel is the *** hole of the middle soil.

These complex and mysterious practice methods, because Xuanzang was born in Buddhism and has a wisdom root, it is clear at a glance that there is only the problem of practice now.

This statue in Luohan Hall is not only designed by the portrait volume of Jiu Morosh, but also has a subtle fit with the big * method of changing the day.

For example, the arhats in front of you are through the three breaths of the eyebrow wheel, the heart wheel and the top wheel through different fingerprints. The most brilliant thing is to clearly point out the relationship between different fingerprints and different tricks.

Five hundred arhats, because more than a dozen of them are multi-handed arhats, and there are as many as a thousand kinds of seals, none of them are the same. For Xuan Zang, it is like a poor person who comes to a treasure house that he can carry for most of his life. The feeling of excitement and ecstasy is really not clear.

Suddenly, the big * method of changing the day has become a basic skill for beginners, or opening the key to a certain Buddhist secret trick. These arhats are the real treasure.

When Xuan Zang realized this, he couldn't help but keep his Zen heart and not be disturbed by the external demons. Unconsciously, he put his two palms upright, and his palms were slightly weak, like the opening of a lotus flower. Then the two palms looked up to the well, like water, and suddenly turned into two hands and twisted their fingers together, changing all kinds of different fingerprints.

All thoughts are one.

When it is ethereal and in a trance, the separation between the inside and outside completely collapses. In the virtual and quiet, the chakras in the body rotate one by one, and different fingerprints merge into one.

not far from the hall, a gray-robed old monk with a rickety back was cleaning with a broom, glanced at the endless rain curtain, and said happily, "Buddha is promising!"

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The second day of July.

The scattered flower building.

In the shadow of flowers and trees, in the brilliant lights, there is an endless stream of Mr. Guijie's son, the gorgeous carriages are coming, and the rain powder all over the sky can't resist the enthusiasm of tourists. There is no other reason. Shang Xiufang, the most talented woman in the world, stayed here. Who doesn't want to see her true face?

Shang Xiufang came to Chengdu this time for the birthday of Hui on July 15, but she pushed to understand Hui's invitation to live in the most famous brothel in Chengdu, which is as famous as Daxing Shanglin Garden.

Hou Xibai walked up the stone steps of a magnificent and exquisite building with an oil-paper umbrella.

A welcome man hurriedly piled up a smile on his face and said from afar, "Mr. Hou! You are here! Our beautiful girl is so eager to be exhausted!"

Thousands of attention are focused. Whether you are new to Chengdu or not, all of them have heard the name of "multi-hearted prince", admired, not jealous, disdainful, all of them.

Huo Ran, the sharp-eyed girl in the building has exclaimed, one after another, showing Hou Xibai's extraordinary popularity.

Hou Xibai laughed and scolded, "Yang Ji, you boy shouts nonsense like this again. Be careful that I will beat you all over the ground."

Yang Ji said with a smile, "I dare not. Even if there is no shouting from the villain, with Mr. Hou, your elegant demeanor is no different from a beautiful scenery. Look, who doesn't pay attention all the way?

In this rainy season, only Hou Xibai dressed up coolly, his clothes were not wet, just like Mr. Shijia, Yang Ji's flattery can't be said to be wrong.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Who is that man?"

Everyone inquired and looked at it. They only felt that this person was more uny than Hou Xibai's pretending to be B. Xiao Bai at least took an umbrella, and this man walked alone in the misty rain. There was no umbrella or raincoat. The raindrops were floating, and the water was hazy. He couldn't see that his pace was slow, but he was close to Hou Xibai's left in an instant.

Hou Xibai stared at the man in a daze. The man patted him on the shoulder familiarly and said, "Brother Hou doesn't remember the little brother? The younger brother Ling Feng had a relationship with Brother Hou on the river.

The drizzle splashed on the ground, and small ripples splashed one after another in the shallow stagnant water.

Hou Xibai smiled and said, "Brother Ling's respect is really characteristic, which is unforgettable at first sight. How can Hou not remember?" The affectionate person entered the lobby like a brother.

Others couldn't figure out the relationship between the two, and Yang Ji, who was in charge of the hospitality, thought suspiciously, "When did Mr. Hou have this scarred friend?" This man doesn't look like a good person! However, compared with the people attracted by Master An, it is not very ferocious.

A skinny man looked at the backs of the two and asked, "Who is this scar-faced guy?"

A moment of silence.

Only one old man in ragged clothes said in a low voice, "This man's martial arts have reached the state of transformation. It's not easy to mess with. Everyone be careful."

The thin man said wittyly, "Senior, how powerful is he?"

The old man said, "Not to mention that this person's light skill shrinks into an inch, and he has crossed a distance of no less than a hundred feet in one step. It is the top realm that is extremely difficult to achieve in the world. Have you noticed his body method of avoiding the rain alone? On this rainy day, his clothes are still as clean as usual, and there is no trace of rain infiltration. If the raindrops are steamed dry, although it is difficult, it can't be praised by me. However, when he walks, he bounces out all the rain that falls on his body through rhythmic slight trembling. The implied artistic conception of 'water splashing can't enter, and it has not even used the slightest truth. It's appalling.

Someone lost his voice and said, "Don't you need to protect your body? Isn't that possible?"

The old man said, "More than that, the person's breathing, the sound of footsteps, the frequency of pulse and the frequency of rain falling are completely integrated. In other words, he walks in the rain, and the vitality of his whole body is completely consistent with the movement of the rain and wind. If you want to face the wind and rain of the whole world against him. This is the realm of the unity of heaven and man in martial arts practice. There are no more than five people who can do this in the world.

The five people he mentioned are obviously the three masters, Song Que and Shi Zhixuan. Only his generation knows the horrors of these five people, and it can be speculated that the scar maker is powerful.

"Are you always exaggerating? This man can't look at him in his thirties. How can his martial arts be so high?

"That's right, we are lucky to meet such a top master?"

Suddenly, several people sneered and entered the hall.

The thin man looked respectful and said, "I don't know the senior's name?"

The old man said dementedly, "I'm not a senior, but I've been living for decades. I, Ouyang Xiyi."

"It turned out to be Huangshan Yimin! Disrespectful and disrespectful! Please!" There was a welcome man who listened to the discussion and rushed to greet him.

Ouyang Xiyi sighed and followed in.

Let's say that as an acquaintance, the half-old Xu Niang Wen Gu led Ling Feng to avoid countless enthusiastic girls, passed through a flower path and arrived at the famous main building of the scattered flower building. It is a three-storey wooden building with a large scale, carved beams and paintings, which is very exquisite.

Hou Xibai casually asked, "I don't know where everyone has been arranged?"

Wen Gu said with a smile, "I'm afraid Mr. Hou's words will make Qingxiu sad to death, right?"

Ling Feng said, "What Aunt Wen said is extreme. Brother Hou has passed through the flowers, and the leaves are not stained. Why don't the women in the world keep the empty boudoir and taste all the lovesickness?

Hou Xibai smiled and said, "Brother Ling, don't want to tease me. I want to learn from you to have a wide concubine, but my family is not as rich as you, but I can't bear to leave with so many beauties with me, withered for firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea."

Ling Feng sighed, "Brother Hou, why do you need to find this unrealistic excuse? I heard that Miss Fan Caiqi is obsessed with you. I think it's more than enough for the Fan family to redeem all the red aunts in the scattered flower building, right?

The three major forces in Bashu are Duzunbao, Sichuan Gang and Pakistan League.

It goes without saying that the Pakistan League is an alliance of local ethnic minorities. In order to compete with the power of the Han people, it is dominated by the four ethnic groups of Qiang, Yao, Miao and Yi. The four leaders are Fengzhen, the "Monkey King" of the Qiang clan, the "Meiji" Sina of the Yao ethnic group, the "Eagle King" Jiao Luofeng of the Miao ethnic group, and the "Wolf King" Chuan Mouxun of the Yi ethnic group.

And the head of the Sichuan Gang is Fan Zhuo, who is known as the gun bully and the king of guns. Fan Caiqi is the only daughter of Fan Zhuo, who is very spoiled. If Hou Xibai marries Fan Caiqi, the dowry will not make him lose money. Of course, the greater possibility is that Xiaobai was forced to get into the Fan family...

Hou Xibai knew that he was joking and pretended to be angry and said, "Mr. Hou is a good friend, but Brother Ling has hurt me like this? Hou is not talented, and he is not a person who depends on women!"

Aunt Wen said, "Of course, Mr. Hou is not the kind of little white face who eats soft rice!" But my family does have a good intention, and the redemption money can be reduced or exempted. Don't Mr. Hou think about it?

Hou Xibai said, "When it comes to pitying fragrance and cherishing jade, Hou is not as good as this Mr. Ling. Wen Gu can't find the wrong person."

Wen Gu is familiar with Hou Xibai's temperament. The governor can't help sighing and said to herself, "Mr. Ling seems to be a good person at first sight, but the scar on his face is so scary that Qingxiu may not like it. Alas! But those fierce gods are forced, and the situation is urgent. How can they be born?

At this time, he was about to pick up the stairs and go up to the third floor. Ling Feng said, "Is there anything difficult for Wen Gu to say?"

Hou Xibai also saw that Aunt Wen's face was full of sadness and frowned.

Wen Gu wanted to stop talking, but it took a long time to say, "They are all evil guests attracted by Master An!" The two princes also understand that it seems that Qingxiu, such a waiter, always sells her skills and not her body, but Master An's two friends want to sip her head soup..."

Hou Xibai said, "Are you talking about Mr. An a fat Jia Anlong?"

Wen Gu said, "Isn't it him? Of course, Qingxiu doesn't want to, but it is not convenient for the master to offend Master An, and he can't send Qingxiu into the fire pit, so he infers that Qingxiu has a good man, and he is not from the scattered flower building immediately. Master An had the intention of calming things, but his two friends were unwilling and wanted to see their newly married husband. Mr. Hou, how can you find a suitable candidate in these two hours? First, the character is poor, and Qingxiu also suffers for the rest of his life. Second, his status is not high. I think those two really plan to kill and take his wife! Earlier, there were a few guests who couldn't see and insisted on righteousness. As a result, they were beaten so much that their intestines flowed out.

Ling Feng said, "How long is the time limit?"

Aunt Wen glanced at him strangely and hurriedly said, "It's less than half an hour. Well, as soon as Mr. Hou came, he cried with joy and was waiting in the room.

Ling Feng smiled and said, "Brother Hou, are you ready to save the beauty?"

Hou Xibai sighed, "This kind of good job is to trouble Brother Ling. One of the two came, and Hou himself still had a chance of winning. If the two are together, Hou can only find a part of abuse.

Ling Feng said, "Well, Ling just wants to meet the two scum of the Holy Polar Sect."

Wen Gu listened to what he said easily. She pushed open the door and pushed open the door, and the fragrance of flowers came to her face. The window sill of the opposite door was full of osmanthus flowers. The rows of plum blossoms and idle bamboo on the left and right sides of the wall in the wide wing room were full of sets of Qizi wood and Taishi chairs. Not only were they exquisitely carved, but the parts were closely and seamlessly connected, as if they were carved with single wood, and the back of the chair were several sides. It is also embedded with marble, with clear and round lines, elegant and beautiful. No wonder it can be called the world together with Shanglin Garden, but the furniture is exquisite.

There are word shafts for decoration in the corners of the wall, and there is no tackyness.

In view of the rain, the room was relatively dark, but the candle was not lit.

The sound of silk bamboo string music came faintly inside and outside the building. Not only did it not feel noisy, but it also seemed to add a far-reaching peace.

When the three of them came in, they saw the owner sitting silently in the long windows where the zig was placed, with a jade hand pressing on the string of the zig and weeping.

Aunt Wen was heartfelt and shouted, "Qingxiu! Mr. Hou is coming!"

Qingxiu was shocked when she heard the words, raised her head, and a pair of bright eyes under her thin eyebrows emitted a deep desire. She stood up and said, "Xi Bai!"

Only then did Ling Feng see the whole picture of this woman. Her face was full of resentment and tears, but it still showed her proud temperament. This pride is by no means annoying, but elegant. From the outline to the curve of the body, it is beautiful and charming, which fully stimulates men's desire to conquer from the inside out.

Her head is tied in colorful cloth, and the clothes she wears are even more chic. The wide sleeves are rolled from the cuffs to the elbows, revealing gentle and elastic arms, long shirts and short skirts, the tops without jaws, the skirts are not fastened, revealing rich textures, red chest pockets, the hem skirts and feet are tied with colorful fabrics, and the long waistbands are made of floral cloth. The belt makes her slender waist look even more full, and then put on a sleeveless shoulder, which is more beautiful. She belongs to a beautiful woman of an ethnic minority in Shu.

Hou Xibai sighed, "Qingxiu, what's wrong with you?"