Chapter 107: Enjoy life, a heartbreak

Lu Zhengkang believes he has feelings for Shaolin Temple, but that is not his home. The temple is full of monks, so this kind of architecture has been out of the influence of kinship, and it is a place of residence without patriarchal system, and many At that time, it performed similar functions as the park, and it was a place for tourists to play and schedule in their leisure time.
Since 　　 has come out, there is no need to rush back for the time being.
　　Fate has a glimpse of some chaos in the future of the capital. Lu Zhengkang intends to stay and watch the excitement. Secondly, he also used this populous place to practice his skills.
　　 Quan Suhuan comes to see Lu Zhengkang every day.
　　 As a member of the Pure Land, she has a great sense of familiarity and closeness to Lu Zhengkang. In this regard, Lu Zhengkang is also a fanatic now.
　　 Now his daily schedule is still simple.
　　 Get up early for dinner, a bowl of millet porridge, eight kinds of side dishes, exquisite materials and exquisite techniques.
　　 Spend two hours chatting with Quan Suhuan and explaining Buddhism.
　　 Then go to Quanfu Yuejing Pavilion to read.
　　 Noon, vegetarian feast, usually 18 main dishes, three soups, and two desserts.
　　 went out in the afternoon to show people the pictures, and returned to practice martial arts after only three trigrams.
　　 Dinner is of course also a vegetarian feast, with 24 main dishes, 6 soups, and 13 desserts.
　　 Quanfu’s cooks are all former imperial cooks. Counting the nine years of turbulent times when they have been in trouble for the world, they are emperors who have followed a total of 14 dynasties.
　　 Finally, sitting meditation, sleeping, the end of the day.
　　 Lu Zhengkang is now practicing the super third-order "Arahant Power", which is almost an upgraded version of "Nine Sun Power".
　　The so-called shape is like a dry force and a thousand catties, the naked eye sees the spirit of the fetus, where the skill comes, the pain is relieved, the evil is dissipated, all kinds of outstanding arts can be learned without a teacher, and they can be self-made without thought.
Practicing this martial art, the internal force opens up the meridians of the whole body, and touches the profound martial arts principles of the three transformations of the spirit, qi and god. Several of the first masters also boasted greatly when they taught his mind. As long as the Buddha learned this "Arhat Martial Art", the world martial arts Learning is everywhere.
Originally, the rest of Shaolin's martial arts skills were learned once after practicing this magical technique, but now the plan has changed slightly, because you can't ask for martial arts in person, you can only learn it in the Pure Land Pearl... Well, there is actually no difference, you still have to bear the monk They complained like women's eyes.
　　Lu Zhengkang feels a headache for these bald donkeys. Since he became the self-evident leader of Buddhism today, the monks have become a little lazy.
This is a kind of laziness that is similar to relying on heaven to feed. They no longer focus on the practice of the heart, as well as thinking about philosophy, Zen, and the universe, but began to race to pursue mysticism, that is, to explore the system of good fortune based on the above conditions. The worship and imitation of the Luyuan Bodhisattva.
　　Lu Zhengkang is considered to be the incarnation of the Deer Yuan Bodhisattva. Of course, this is indeed the case. However, after the monks independently isolated his personality, the authority of the Lu Yuan Bodhisattva has been further deepened.
　　They are creating gods, creating a contemporary Shakyamuni.
　　 But sometimes the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Lu Zhengkang wants a different path from them.
　　……
　　 Time flies, time is safe.
　　 Mo Yun slowly adapting to life in Quanfu fell in love with the bamboo forest here.
　　 It can be seen that the family sovereignty ring really likes bamboo, so many courtyards are uninhabitable and single-bred bamboo forests.
　　 These bamboo forests are the leisure places for the people of Quanfu. It is estimated that mosquitoes will be rampant in summer.
　　 Fortunately, it is winter.
　　 a beautiful, cold, mosquito-free winter.
　　 Mo Yun was born in the south of the Yangtze River, where the insects are larger and more numerous than those in the north. Living indoors will also encounter wild insects, such as centipedes and slugs.
　　 Because he has been disturbed by these insects many times, Mo Yun is satisfied with 100,000 areas of sparse insects in the Northland.
　　 He obeyed Lu Zhengkang's teaching and no longer uses swords, so now he cultivates his sentiment every day.
　　Qinqi, calligraphy and painting, flute, flute, sound, poetry, poetry and music, such as literati entertainment once occupied nearly half of his life, the children of large families, many basic accomplishments are necessary.
　　 The cultivation of art requires time and enthusiasm. Among the nearly ten talents, he finally chose piano skills as his spiritual sustenance.
　　 Originally, he carried a fifth-grade treasure qin Feiyun frost jade made of black jade on his back. Of course, he was also taken away.
　　 Mo Yun can't help but feel pain whenever he thinks that his belongings are still in the hands of the insidious and cunning bandits.
　　 Money is not the key, and the value of old objects cannot be measured by money.
　　 Without Feiyun Shuangyu, he was not in the mood to play the piano for the time being, so he chose a jade flute in Qizhen Pavilion and played a few songs in the secluded bamboo forest every evening.
　　 December, the first day of the month, the night of the new moon.
　　 Mo Yun still took the jade flute to the familiar bamboo forest.
　　 It was a bit late today, and he just drew a pair of dry lotus and forgot the time, so that the sky was completely dark before he went out.
　　 There is no moonlight, but the stars in the clear sky are very bright.
　　Xiang Fei bamboo forest, with tears and spots, is also a sea of ​​stars.
　　 Mo Yun still favors Xiang Feizhu, because his mother told this story.
　　 Walking on the cobblestone path, gently tapping his arm with the flute, relaxing.
　　 "Clang-clang!"
　　 The sound of the piano came from deep in the forest.
　　 Someone came here first, and it seemed that he was also an elegant guest.
　　 two unvoiced sounds, and then the music spilled out like water.
　　 Mo Yun stopped his reckless footsteps and stopped to admire.
　　 A song "Yunshui Yin".
　　 is indeed a soft and comfortable white cloud when it is light and clear in autumn, and it is as fast as a river rushing back into the sea.
　　 The sound of the mellow piano seemed to turn into sparkling waves.
Mo Yun was stunned. He saw the bamboo forest being submerged by the quiet lake. The Xiangfei bamboo shrank into the lake and turned into a reflection. The breeze wrinkled and ripples, and the faint light between the fine waves rose and turned into large expanses of fluorescence, white, purple, and yellow. , Cyan, blue, all kinds of colors, such as ghosts, such as spirits, whispering whispers, but looking forward to not seeing the speakers.
　　 These light spots are talking, and they smile softly, rising constantly, illuminating the stars on the deep sky.
　　 The darkness is driven away by the colored light, the stars are intertwined into constellations, the birds and beasts in the myth are formed, the roaring roar, and the legendary ancients fighting against the earth.
　　 Lifting his head, turning around, the four poles are full of beautiful scenery.
　　 light, sound, color, void.
　　 is like a child’s deepest dream.
　　 Mo Yun gently closed his eyes.
　　 A man's voice rang in his ears.
　　 "Yun'er, you know that the stars in the sky are all spiritual. They can laugh, cry, and feel sad, but no matter how troubled they are, they will come out to light up the night every night. Do you know why?"
　　 Mo Yun when he was a child opened his eyes wide, and his pupils reflected the galaxy, "Why?"
　　 "Because a star in the sky is a person on the earth, the stars know that people are afraid of the dark, so they work hard to shine, and people on the earth will not be afraid when they see it."
　　 "Wow! Really~EbookFREE.me~ Which star are you, father?"
　　 Memories are surging, slapping the sane bank.
　　 Mo Yun closed his eyes, tears flowing.
　　 Father.
　　 Which star are you?
　　 Are you there, how are you?
　　 a long time.
　　 A soft exclamation sounded, "Ah! This son, are you okay?"
　　 Mo Yun's tears stopped instantly.
　　 His handsome face instantly flushed, like a ripe tomato.
　　 The swordsman closed his eyes, sternly, and said stiffly: "It's very good here, but I was blinded by the wind and sand just now. Let's get a cure. Goodbye this girl!"
After 　　 finished, he turned straight around, took a broad step, hurriedly left, and almost tripped on the ground.
　　 "My son, are you really okay?"
　　 "It's really okay, thanks for your concern!"
　　 Luck started lightly, this time it was really fleeing.
　　 Before returning to Junxian's residence, Mo Yun has wiped away his tears, and used his internal strength to eliminate the redness and swelling, and went back to the bedroom to meditate pretending to be nonchalant.
　　 In the dark room without lights, there was a cold whisper.
　　 "As a swordsman, how can you show a weak side? This is absolutely impossible... Wait, that flute!"
　　 On this side, Ning Baiyi picked up the jade flute and murmured, "What a weird person."
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