Yang Ning smiled brightly and asked the little monk Zhenming to teach the sutra. The little monk was honest and taught the sutra to Yang Ning. Yang Ning only felt that the purification formula was very difficult to pronounce. There were not many words in the formula. The little monk Zhenming said it several times in succession, and then Ask Yang Ning to recite it, and so on, in less than an hour, Yang Ning has managed to memorize it.
This Qing Sutra is just as Yang Ning expected, it is a Zhenqi mental method. Yang Ning originally thought that it would not be easy to learn this mental method. Who knows that the little monk Zhenming is waiting for Yang Ning to memorize the Qing Sutra mental method clearly? After that, without delay, he immediately taught Yang Ning the method of breathing and breathing luck according to the Qing Sutra. In less than an hour, Yang Ning actually knew how to get luck according to the Qing Sutra method.
He understands the Liuhe Magic Technique. Although he was a little ignorant before, after all, he has used the Liuhe Magic Technique to absorb the abilities of others in times of crisis. He has personally experienced the feeling of true energy flowing through the meridians. It is not that he has no foundation at all. Now the luck method taught by the little monk Zhenming , it is also inhaled into the body, and then circulates in several veins.
According to what the young monk Zhenming said, although the old monk Jingchun asked not to teach the Qing Jing to outsiders, the Qing Jing itself is not difficult to learn and is the basic martial arts scripture for Qi training.
Yang Ning now knows that without true energy in the body, it is like martial arts without soul.
If martial arts moves are like forms, then Qi is the soul. Martial arts without a soul is like a walking corpse. No matter how good it is, it is extremely stiff.
But with the soul, no matter what martial arts you learn, the true energy and martial arts moves are blended, just like if the body and soul are integrated, the power will be greatly enhanced.
According to what the young monk Zhenming said, Qing Jing, like most of the Zhenqi mental methods, can transform the breath between heaven and earth into the human body's Zhenqi after practice. The tempered Zhenqi will be stored in the human body's Dantian. Among them, it is not easy to temper the breath between heaven and earth into pure Qi.
Although Yang Ning learned the luck method of Qing Jing in a short period of time, and under the guidance of the little monk Zhenming, he did introduce a trace of breath into his body, but the breath that entered only penetrated a small section into the veins and then disappeared without trace. There is no trace, far away from Dantian.
"Junior brother Ning, don't be anxious." Young monk Zhenming saw that Yang Ning was a little frustrated and consoled him: "You are a newbie today, and it is not easy to know how to get lucky. The essence of Qing scriptures lies in the word 'Qing'. When your mind is as calm as water, pure and peaceful, and you keep doing it, you can gradually feel the breath entering your body. With time, you can collect the breath in your body. This cannot be rushed."
He is serious, and although he is young, he speaks in an old-fashioned way.
Yang Ning couldn't help but ask: "How long did it take you to accumulate true energy?"
The young monk Zhenming thought for a while and said honestly: "It took the young monk more than three months. That is very stupid."
"It turns out that it took you three months." Yang Ning said: "It seems like, if it hadn't been for ten or eight days, I wouldn't have been able to do it."
Young monk Zhenming looked up at the sky and said, "Junior Brother Ning, it's already dinner time. Young monk went to the Five Grain Hall to get food. You...!"
Yang Ning stood up and said, "I'll go with you. If you still bring the same amount of food as you did at noon, I'm afraid that when your master comes back, both of us will starve to death here."
The young monk Zhenming hesitated and said, "Just because you're gone, the senior brother from Wugutang may not give you more." He added, "Master will be back soon. The young monk will be hungry for a few days, so he probably won't die."
Yang Ning thought to herself, you little bald donkey really has no sense of humor.
The little monk Zhenming didn't stop him. He just asked Yang Ning to put on a monk's robe, which was prepared in advance. Although Yang Ning felt that wearing the monk's robe was unethical, the little monk Zhenming said it was the rule of the temple and repeated it. After persuading Yang Ning, she was afraid that she would get into trouble with the young monk and the young monk would "punish" her, so she could only change into a monk's robe first. After putting it on, it actually fit him.
The two of them walked down the narrow road. The road was twisting and twisting. Yang Ning looked around and saw that the mountains were shaped like giant dragons. The mountains were steep and winding. Among the mountains, there were many lakes and springs, mountains, and water. , the temple is integrated into one, majestic and majestic. The setting sun shines on the mountain rocks. It is purple shale. When the sun shines, it will reflect golden light.
Daguangming Temple is not a whole temple. The attic buildings are scattered here and there, and there are pontoons hanging in the air in many places. The little monk Zhenming knew that Yang Ning was new here, so he patiently explained. Yang Ning soon knew that there were three parts of this Daguangming Temple. The pavilion, fifth floor, seventh hall and eighteen halls are large in scale and exquisitely constructed.
Wugutang is one of the eighteen halls, located between the North Peak and Tianbao Peak.
After walking for a long time, Yang Ning felt a little depressed. She thought to herself that it was really not easy to be a monk in Daguangming Temple. It would take a long time to get back and forth just to have a meal.
The Five Grain Hall is where all the monks in the temple eat, so it is very large. When the two arrived, they saw hundreds of people lining up in long lines in the open space outside the Five Grain Hall. Young monk Zhenming led the As Yang Ning lined up behind one of the teams, Yang Ning thought that having hair but wearing a monk's robe would attract attention. When he got here, he realized that he was not alone. There were already people in the team. He saw five or six people like himself wearing monk robes but with long hair, but the monks didn't care.
There were still twenty or thirty people in front, and it was not Yang Ning's turn for the moment. Yang Ning couldn't help but think of her school life back then, when she would also queue up for meals. She didn't want to think that after so many years, she still had to queue up here in the name of the Jinyi Crown Prince. .
At this moment, I heard footsteps coming from behind, and saw four or five monks in monk's robes, each holding a wooden bucket in their hands, walking quickly over.
These monks are obviously different from other monks. Most of the monks in Daguangming Temple wear gray-white robes, but the robes of these monks are slightly yellow, and there are yellow belts around their waists, both on their arms. The ankles are all tied with straps, and the walking speed is very fast. In fact, they are very different from ordinary monks.
He saw the monks carrying wooden buckets and going straight into the Five Grain Hall without queuing up. Seeing this, Yang Ning thought that these monks were working in the Five Grain Hall and were responsible for the logistics of Daguangming Temple.
After waiting for a while, there were still more than ten people in front, and many people lined up behind. Although there were many people in the square in front of the Five Grains Hall, no one spoke, and it seemed very quiet.
At this moment, Yang Ning saw the yellow belt monks coming out of the Five Grain Hall. Steam was rising from the wooden barrels. One of them happened to pass by Yang Ning. Yang Ning glanced at it and saw only the wooden barrels. There was more than half a bucket of fried bamboo shoots inside, and the craftsmanship was quite good. The fragrance of the bamboo shoots wafted over, whetting Yang Ning's appetite, who was not full at noon.
When the yellow-belt monk saw Yang Ning looking at the barrel, he glanced at Yang Ning, frowned, and snorted. Yang Ning was startled and saw the yellow-belt monk hurrying away with his companion.
Seeing the arrogant look on the yellow-belt monk's face just now, as if he was superior to others, Yang Ning felt very unhappy. He couldn't help but raise his hand and pat the shoulder of the young monk Zhenming in front of him, and asked: "Brother, what do those guys do? Why? Won’t you line up with everyone?”
Little monk Zhenming shook his head and said nothing.
Yang Ning felt bored and waited for a while. Then it was the turn of the little monk Zhenming. The person who cooked the food was a fat monk with a fleshy face. He raised his head and glanced at the little monk Zhenming, took a big spoon, and Little monk Zhenming added half a bowl to his bowl, put a few green vegetables at random, and motioned for Yang Ning to come forward.
Yang Ning frowned and said to the fat monk: "I said... Senior brother, is your food too little? Are you going to let him eat?"
His voice was not loud, but it still attracted the attention of many people, and some people looked up.
The little monk Zhenming was very cautious. He tugged on Yang Ning's sleeve and whispered: "That's enough!" He signaled Yang Ning not to say more.
Yang Ning looked bad. He stepped forward and put the rice bowl on the window sill. He specially picked a slightly larger bowl and brought it over. The fat monk scooped up a very small piece of rice ball, put two green vegetables on it, and waved the big spoon. , signaling Yang Ning to leave.
Yang Ning put her arms in front of her chest, not holding the bowl, but looking straight at the fat monk.
Seeing this, the fat monk said harshly: "If you don't get out of the way, do the people behind you want to eat?"
"Don't worry if the people behind are eating. Let me ask you, what do you mean?" Yang Ning pointed at the rice bowl, "I saw other people just now. Some of them had full bowls, and the bowls were piled into mountains. , the total food I have here is not even half a bowl, I have a big appetite, you can add more."
The fat monk sneered: "You don't want to eat?"
Yang Ning said: "Of course I need to eat, but this is not enough. Please add more."
The fat monk put down his big spoon, crossed his arms, looked at Yang Ning up and down, and asked, "Have you just gone up the mountain?"
"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you when I go up the mountain." Yang Ning said, "I came here to eat, and I won't be full."
"When will it be your turn to have the final say in the Five Grain Hall?" The fat monk said coldly: "Whether you want to eat or not, get out now if you don't."
Yang Ning said angrily: "You are a monk, can you be more polite when you speak? My request is not too much. Since you are in charge of the Five Grain Hall, you should give people enough food."
"Stop talking nonsense." The fat monk raised his finger and pointed at Yang Ning: "Are you leaving? Until now in Wugu Hall, no one has dared to act wild here."
"I'm very sorry. No one dared to speak before because I didn't want to argue with you, but I have a bad temper." Yang Ning sneered: "Buddha said that all living beings are equal. You are a disciple of Buddhism, how can you do anything?" There is so much food in the bowl that you can’t finish it, and some people can’t even fill their bellies. Is this the equality of all living beings?”
Seeing this, the young monk Zhenming hurriedly came over and said to the fat monk: "Brother, this is Junior Brother Ning who just came up the mountain. He doesn't know the temple rules yet, you...!"
"When we get to the Five Grain Hall, he won't be able to speak." The fat monk interrupted: "Is he your junior brother? Oh, is that the new apprentice of Master Jingchun? You two listen carefully, don't talk about today, From now on, every meal will be like this. If you are not convinced, just go ahead and speak up."
At this moment, someone nearby heard someone say: "Who is making a noise here?" In the midst of the voice, a tall monk over thirty years old came over, with a long and thin face and cold eyes.
"Senior Brother Zhenbi!" Young monk Zhenming said hurriedly: "This is Junior Brother Ning, he...!"
Brother Zhenbi raised his hand to stop the young monk Zhenming from talking, looked at Yang Ning, and asked, "Are you making trouble here?"
"Making trouble?" Yang Ning also stared at Brother Makabe, "You misunderstood. I came to eat and someone was being unfair, so I wanted to speak. It's as simple as that. I didn't know that this could be considered making trouble."
But he saw Brother Zhenbi glance at Yang Ning's rice bowl, sneer, and with a wave of his hand, the dinner had fallen to the ground, breaking into several pieces, and the little food in it was scattered all over the floor.