When I entered the Buddhist hall where Master had passed away, I found two cups of tea standing in front of Master Zao, which was steaming slightly.

Watson was stunned for a moment, and then met the master and said, "Master, did you know that the disciple is coming to see you?"

The dusty monk in the Buddhist hall looked less than fifty. Like Watson, he only wore a coarse cloth monk's robe. He had a pair of bright eyes on his thin face.

After inviting Watson to sit down, he said: "Your sister comes here rarely, why don't you spend more time with her?"

Watson thought for a while and expressed his thoughts: "Master no longer has to worry about the disciple's health. The master has spent too much effort over the years, and the disciple feels very uncomfortable."

Monk Liaochen was startled and did not say anything. He reached out to grab his little hand and began to explore quietly.

After a while, he looked at Watson and sighed softly, and asked with a look of surprise: "When did this happen? How long has it been since you last seen me as a teacher? How did you break through this serious injury?"

Watson thought for a while and replied: "My disciple received the Bodhisattva's Dharma in his dream last night. When he woke up, he began to practice. Later, he discovered that his Dantian had been repaired a lot in one day..."

Watson still doesn't understand his past and present lives, so naturally he doesn't dare to tell his master everything.

Even if he said it, even Master wouldn't believe it.

Monk Liaochen was shocked when he heard this and blurted out: "What kind of Buddhist practice have you practiced that is so miraculous? You can break through three realms in one day!"

"After the disciple has practiced the formless body of Buddhism, the master can also practice it. When the disciple goes back, he will copy down the exercises."

Watson thought for a while, it was originally a Buddhist mentality, whether it was his previous life or not, it was always a good deed in Buddhism.

After that, he explained the method of cultivating the formless dharma body to the master in detail.

Finally, he said seriously: "Disciple, it seems that the elixir contained in this should not be difficult for Master. The most important thing is probably the resurrecting grass or a beast soul in the state of distraction."

When Monk Liaochen heard this, he was filled with admiration. He looked at Watson and asked, "Have you memorized all these Dharma methods?"

Watson grinned: "It's okay, it's all imprinted on the disciple's mind. I'll make a copy for Master to try later."

Monk Liaochen sighed and said leisurely: "Master is getting old, are you afraid that you won't be able to practice such a method?"

Watson shook his head and replied seriously: "This is just a Buddhist physical method. With Master's cultivation level, it should take less than ten years to complete the practice."

"If the master is afraid that he cannot find the resurrecting grass and the beast soul, leave this matter to the disciple. When the disciple breaks through to the realm of golden elixir, he will travel around the world to find the elixir for the master."

From Yu Huasheng's perspective, sooner or later he would have to travel across the country to find his parents.

Finding the elixir for himself and his master was naturally a matter of course, but it would not be difficult for him to practice cultivation again.

Looking at Watson, who was wearing the same coarse clothes as himself, Monk Liaochen smiled and said, "You have been practicing hard in the temple with Master these years. Do you have any complaints?"

When Watson heard his hands clasped together, he said softly: "This disciple is fortunate to be under the care of the master to successfully gather his energy. Compared with the master, these hardships are nothing."

Monk Liao Chen waved his hand and said with a smile: "There is no fixed time for enlightenment. I never thought that you could acquire the skills that my teacher didn't teach you in your dream. How good is that."

Watson lowered his head, thought for a moment, and replied: "The fate of a disciple is the fate of the master."

My godfather passed on the Buddhist teachings to me, and I passed it on to Buddhism today. Unexpectedly, this Buddhist teaching has followed me through reincarnation.

I came from Buddhism that day and returned to Buddhism today.

After thinking about it in my heart, I was filled with joy and couldn't help but smile.

Then he looked at Monk Chen and said: "Master, my sister said that this disciple still has a married woman in the academy. She may come to the temple when autumn comes... They will eventually go to Kunlun to explore..."

After spending a while, Watson told his master what his sister had said to him.

Then he said quietly: "This disciple is cultivating the Buddhist method of physical body, and he needs a place to hone his physical strength."

Monk Liao Chen was stunned for a moment and looked at him with a strange smile on his face: "So, you want to go to Kunlun with your sister and your fiancée from the academy?"

Watson shook his head and replied quietly: "Master is joking. My disciple only has ten copper coins and not even a single piece of spiritual grass. How can he be worthy of being the proud daughter of the academy?"

"As for going to Kunlun to practice, that's not a place that disciples want to go. It's okay if my sister goes there."

In Watson's mind, he had never thought about leaving Yunqi and looking for his parents after he had at least reached the middle stage of Jindan cultivation. Otherwise, going out would be making himself uncomfortable.

Monk Liaochen stopped arguing with him and reached out to add tea to their cups.

He said quietly: "You have stayed in the temple for these years. Although you have not gone to the temple to do morning prayers, you must have read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, right?"

Watson did not expect that his master would suddenly turn his topic to Buddhist scriptures, so he had to reply honestly: "This disciple was unable to practice in the past years, so he spent his free time reading scriptures."

"Do you understand?" Liao Chen continued to ask.

"Some understand, some don't." Watson thought for a while, his godfather didn't let him read Buddhist scriptures back then.

Fortunately, I have read a lot before, and when I think about the principles, there are indeed many things I don’t understand.

Monk Liaochen smiled and replied quietly: "You have never become a monk, and my teacher did not teach you the Buddhist mind. Do you feel aggrieved?"

Watson held the tea in his hand, shook his head and said, "No! For yesterday's disciple, it would be a miracle if he could survive."

When the monk heard the words, he sighed softly and said quietly: "For example, all kinds of death yesterday, and all kinds of life today, how good it is."

"The Buddhist scriptures say that all appearances are false? Could it be that this is the disciple's current situation?"

Thinking of the Buddhist scripture on the table, Watson finally couldn't help but look at the old monk and start shouting.

If you look down on me now, then break off the engagement. It just so happens that I don’t want to add any more baggage.

When Liao Chen heard the words, he smiled and picked up flowers. He looked at the Bodhisattva on the Buddhist altar and said, "Everyone in the world says that Buddhism is compassionate, but when have they ever been compassionate in their hearts? You only need to remember two words."

"Those two words?" Upon hearing this, Watson couldn't help but asked nervously.

Liao Chen withdrew his gaze from the Buddhist altar, looked at him and said with a smile, "Let it go."

…

The master and the disciple continued chatting until the end of the show. When Watson was about to stand up and leave, he suddenly asked: "Master, what state do you think the disciple is in now?"

Monk Liaochen frowned and replied: "What do you mean... Oh, I forgot... You look like you have just gathered your energy."

Watson then smiled thoughtfully and murmured to himself: "It turns out that my sister was angry when she saw the disciple like this, so that's fine."

"It's okay to think about it. After all, the Buddhist mentality you modified has nothing to do with others."

Monk Liao Chen looked at him and smiled and said, "It's just that if your fiancée comes here, she will really break off this rare marriage of yours. Aren't you afraid?"

Watson shook his head and said quietly: "Of course the disciple is afraid, but think about it compared to that day on the cliff, the disciple is more afraid of death!"

Monk Liao Chen was amused and patted the table gently: "There is a place suitable for you to practice Buddhism's physical strength. Do you dare to go?"

Upon hearing this, Watson quickly asked: "Is it very far?"

Liao Chen smiled lightly and said, "It's not far at all. It just depends on whether you are brave enough."

Watson patted his chest: "As long as I don't leave the temple, I will try it reluctantly. If it doesn't work, I will think of another way."

Liao Chen waved his hand and said: "You go back and have a good rest. I will come over tomorrow and I will take you to pick a suitable weapon for you."

After hearing this, Watson clasped his hands together and said, "Master, please keep this secret for your disciples."

Liao Chen sighed softly, took a blank scroll from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to Watson: "When I have time, I will copy down the practice method."

When Watson heard this, he smiled and said, "Master is merciful."

After saying this, without waiting for Chen's reply, he turned around and exited the Buddhist hall, heading towards the small courtyard at the back of the mountain.

It was getting dark, so my sister was probably waiting for me to go back for dinner.

…

When I returned to the small courtyard, I found that my sister had actually packed up a room and lived there, and was setting up a stool to pick green pears in the yard.

When Watson saw it, he had to shout: "If it doesn't happen today, we have to wait for a few more days."

Hua Yu, who was about to reach out to pick pears, looked back at Watson who walked in: "Why? Aren't these all ripe? I can smell the aroma."

Watson shook his head: "If you don't believe it, just pick one and try it. Don't say I didn't tell you."

Thinking about the time when his master took him to pick pears, Watson couldn't help but shook his head and walked to the kitchen.

Although I usually eat in the temple's dining hall, I still do a lot of cooking and cooking. When there are not enough people in the dining hall, I will call Watson to help.

As time went by, Watson was able to cook a few specialty vegetarian dishes.

Before he could light a fire in the kitchen, his sister complained from the yard: "What kind of pear is this? It smells fragrant, but tastes astringent."

Hearing this, Watson smiled and thought to himself, I have already suffered this loss once. Unexpectedly, my sister refused to believe that I had to hit another wall before I would be willing to accept it.

Making fire, washing rice, and cooking rice were nothing to Watson.

What he was thinking about was what the master had just said. He had been to Yunqi Temple for so many years, and he had traveled up and down the mountain countless times, but he had never heard of a place where he could practice the power of the physical body.

Not to mention, the master will take him to choose a weapon tomorrow.

You don’t have to think about any weapon, it’s naturally a long sword, as long as it’s an iron sword.

Perhaps, when autumn comes, I can successfully break through to the realm of foundation building.

My parents have always been worried about their health. If they had known this day, why would they have traveled to the ends of the earth to find a magical medicine for themselves?

Just as he was thinking about it, Hua Yu walked in, looked at Watson squatting in front of the stove and asked, "How did you tell Master Chen? Do you want me to take you down the mountain to buy some sets of decent clothes?"

In Hua Yu's view, no matter whether her brother can get together with Nalan Qiuxue in the end, at least when autumn comes, she cannot let her see what he looks like before her eyes.

As the beloved daughter of Phoenix Mountain, she couldn't afford to lose this person.

Watson shook his head, raised his head and said seriously: "No need, my master wears the same monk's robes as me... Besides, I may have to go to the mountains to practice with my master starting tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."

"Practice? What kind of practice do you, a mortal, practice?"

Hua Yu couldn't help but chuckle when she heard this. She thought it was necessary for her brother to recognize the facts before her. How could a person who had just gathered strength compare with the proud daughter of heaven in the academy?

Everyone is not on the same starting line, so how can we compare?

Seeing his sister's excitement, Watson sighed softly: "Sister, I also know that I am penniless. If you want to live here for a while, please go down the mountain to buy some daily necessities."

"Also, I am serious about practicing with Master. What I practice is the Buddhist mental method. Naturally, I cannot compare with the geniuses from Phoenix Mountain or the academy."

Even an eminent monk like his master usually only wears a coarse linen garment like his own. Watson thought to himself, could he become a phoenix by putting on a silk gown?
Chapter completed!