When Murong Bo was about to take action against Wang Xiyao, another masked man in black sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion.

This person is Xiao Yuanshan.

Both of them came to the Sutra Pavilion to learn martial arts secretly.

Over the years, they have met more than once and have formed a tacit understanding.

They don’t disturb each other, you learn from yours, I practice mine. The water of the well will not interfere with the river.

Murong Bo said in his heart: "Boy, you are lucky. But I remember you."

Hidden into the Sutra Pavilion, the monks in Shaolin Temple did not notice their existence, but were discovered by a Shaolin lay disciple. Murong Bo was not only afraid, but also curious about Wang Xiyao.

Two men in black used their light skills to go to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion, and went to learn martial arts secretly.

Wang Xiyao shook his head secretly, and two more people who were fascinated by martial arts.

Martial arts are the path.

The scriptures on the first floor are the real treasures.

There are many problems in the world, but they are not solved by martial arts. Martial arts are not omnipotent.

However, the wisdom in the scriptures can solve all problems and find the origin of everything.

The reality is so ridiculous. Some people always do things like buying a box and returning a bean. And it is often smart people who do such things. Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan are smart people.

Wang Xiyao continued to recite the scriptures, and his mind soon became immersed in the scriptures again.

If you read the book a hundred times, the meaning will be revealed.

The scriptures are obscure and difficult to understand, but Wang Xiyao gradually understood the meaning and began to understand and absorb the wisdom contained in the scriptures.

Neither Murong Bo, Xiao Yuanshan, nor Wang Xiyao noticed that there was an old monk with a white beard and charitable face outside the Sutra Pavilion, sweeping the fallen leaves.

When Murong Bo was murderous to Wang Xiyao, the old monk looked up at the direction where Murong Bo was hiding, and then continued to sweep the floor as if nothing had happened.

The old monk was at least ninety years old when he looked at his face. His movements of sweeping the floor were slow and dull, giving people the feeling of being wriggling.

But the old monk's eyes were bright, and when he swept the fallen leaves, he was more focused than Wang Xiyao's recitation of scriptures.

After sweeping the fallen leaves, the old monk dragged his broom into the Sutra Pavilion.

Wang Xiyao recited the scriptures ten times, but his mouth was a little dry. Today's recitation lesson has been completed, and it's time to go back to the meditation room.

Wang Xiyao stood up, put the scriptures back on the bookshelf, folded his hands together and bowed to the old monk: "I've seen the master."

The old monk returned the salute to Wang Xiyao with a calm expression and said, "Wang Xiyao, do you like Buddhism very much?"

Wang Xiyao has seen the old monk many times.

But the old monk did not say a word to Wang Xiyao. He was like a deaf person. Wang Xiyao often ignored his existence.

It is normal for an old monk to sweep the floor to be ignored. The people in the entire Shaolin Temple, including Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, subconsciously ignored the old monk.

To be honest, the old monk sweeping the floor really has no sense of existence at Shaolin Temple.

Unexpectedly, the old monk actually spoke to Wang Xiyao this time.

Wang Xiyao said: "When I say that, I can't say I like Buddhism. I just think that the Buddhist scriptures contain great wisdom. If it is a Confucian scripture or a Taoist scripture, I will read it."

The old monk nodded and said, "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are one family. Buddha is the Tao, and there is no distinction between them. You have no prejudice and have the wisdom to practice. You have read the "Diamond and Paramita Sutra" three parts of the taste, and you can read the "Divine Mantra" again."

The old monk took out an ancient yellow book from the bookshelf in the corner and handed it to Wang Xiyao.

Wang Xiyao looked puzzled.

The old monk explained: "This book is not martial arts or scriptures. It is the mantras and mantras collected by the second ancestor of Zen, Master Huike, and the mantras of Buddhism."

"It is said that understanding the essence of mantras and mantras is of great benefit to practice, and it is very magical. Unfortunately, I am limited in my qualifications and recite mantras for decades without any effect."

"Xiyao, although you are just a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, you have the best wisdom. Maybe you can recite the mantras and words into the famous world."

Wang Xiyao said, "The master is so proud of the boy. I am just a little more focused on studying."

The old monk smiled and said, "It's good to concentrate, it's good to concentrate."

Wang Xiyao took over the "Divine Mantra" and said, "Master, I can try it. I can't guarantee whether I can recite the Mantra Mantra. "

...

Huike, the second ancestor of Zen Buddhism, was a Confucian scholar in his youth and read a lot of books. He studied Taoism in middle age and was proficient in the learning of Laozi and Zhuangzi. When he was forty, he worshipped Master Bodhidharma as his teacher to study Buddhism.

The well-known story passed down by Master Huike is to cut off your arm and seek the Dharma.

It can be said that Master Huike was a master of gathering Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. He was wise and well-versed, and his thoughts and spirit were enough to establish a sect.

The mantras and mantras collected by Master Huike are definitely not simple.

Wang Xiyao returned to his meditation room and opened the "Divine Mantra" .

The Mantra of Clear Heart.

The mantra of mind.

Cundi Mantra.

Nine-character mantra...

Each mantra has matching handprints and postures.

"Try it." Wang Xiyao said in his heart.

Wang Xiyao was familiar with the handprints, postures, and spells of the Qingxin Mantra, so he decided to give it a try.

He wanted to see if the spells and mantras were so magical.

Set up a pose, skillfully form handprints, and recite spells in your mouth.

result……

No effect.

Wang Xiyao frowned: "How come it has no effect? ​​The posture is already very standard. There must be something wrong with the handprints and the spells."

Wang Xiyao was in a state of emotion for a long time.

Do it again.

Posing, making hand seals, and chanting mantras.

Completed in one go!

Wang Xiyao only felt a cool feeling and his spirit was calmer than usual. It was as refreshing as drinking a glass of ice water in the hot summer.

“It works!”

It was at this moment.

A little monk with a somewhat ugly appearance came to Wang Xiyao's Zen room.

Wang Xiyao said: "Xu Zhu, why are you here?"

Xu Zhu folded his hands together and said respectfully: "Uncle Wang, Uncle Xuanku asked you to see him."

Wang Xiyao said, "I'll go to see my master now."

Xu Zhu is about to leave.

Wang Xiyao's eyes rolled and he thought of an idea: "Xu Zhu, your eyes are covered with blood. It's because you didn't have a rest last night."

Xu Zhu looked honest and touched the back of her head, saying, "I was chopping firewood yesterday and I had to recite scriptures again. I had my studies last night, and it was already very late. I got up early today..."

Wang Xiyao said: "I have learned a small method that can improve my spirit. I wonder if it will be useful to you?"

Xu Zhu said, "What method is it?"

Wang Xiyao said: "The Mantra of Clear Heart."

If the Qingxin Mantra is effective for yourself, I don’t know if it is effective for others?

Wang Xiyao wanted to try it on Xu Zhu.

Wang Xiyao recited the Qingxin Mantra ten times to Xu Zhu.

The spell seems to have magic.

After listening to the Qingxin Mantra ten times, Xu Zhu's mental state was indeed different from before, and she became energetic.

Xu Zhu said, "Uncle Wang, what scripture did you read just now? It's so magical."

Wang Xiyao was surprised: "The mantra is not only effective for oneself, but also for others. So, can mantras be used to cure diseases and save people?"

My mother's health has always been bad, and the doctor said it cannot be cured. If mantras and mantras can cure my mother's illness, it will be of immeasurable merit.

Wang Xiyao said, "It's not a scripture, it's a mantra. Xu Zhu, I have to go to Master."

...

Xuan Ku gave Wang Xiyao a letter and said, "Xiyao, you send this letter to the head of the Beggars' Gang and hand it over to the leader of Wang Jiantong."

Wang Xiyao said: "Master, isn't Senior Brother Qiao Feng going to the Beggars' Sect next month? Otherwise, let Senior Brother Qiao Feng go to deliver the letter."

Xuan Ku said, "Jiu Feng has reached a critical moment in practicing, so let him concentrate on practicing. After going to the Beggars' Sect, Qiao Feng will be plagued by mundane things and will not be idle. He will not have the opportunity to concentrate on practicing again."

"The letter was written by the abbot himself. Before July 15th, you must send the letter to the leader of Wang Jiantong's gang intact."

Wang Xiyao is steady in doing things.

It is precisely because of this that Xuan Ku asked Wang Xiyao to deliver the letter.

Wang Xiyao said: "Now there is still half a month before July 15th. I have plenty of time and it's time to do it. Master, don't worry, I won't miss it."

After sending a letter down the mountain, Wang Xiyao decided to go home by the way, stay at home for one night and then leave. He hasn't been home for more than two months.

...

Back home.

Wang Xiyao happened to see several gangsters pestering his second sister.

The second sister looked anxious, with tears in her eyes, and she was crying anxiously. Even if Wang Xiyao learned Buddhist scriptures and the Qingxin Mantra, she would inevitably feel angry.
Chapter completed!