The mountains are far away and the clouds are floating.

The mountains and rivers are surrounded by loneliness, and the palaces are unkempt and blue.

Suddenly, when I heard the melodious sound of bells, the hazy gauze in the mountains suddenly surging.

On the octagonal eaves bell tower, a middle-aged monk pushed the wooden bell vertebrae with one hand.

Dong!

The bell rings again, and it is long and long, instantly passing through mountains and ridges.

In the corner of the bell tower, behind the monk, a teenager looked at his movements, with no expression on his face. Even though the bell sounded in his ears, his expression still did not fluctuate.

The cool breeze in the morning blew by, and the young man's forehead fluttered lightly, gently brushing his white cheeks as white as jade.

The slender eyelashes remained motionless, and the clear and bright eyes perfectly reflected the scene of the monk hitting the bell.

The pink lips were gently pursed, and the clear lip line seemed to be carefully outlined with the most delicate hair.

Wang Li, fourteen years old, arrived at Bailong Temple ten months ago and followed the monk Jingyuan who was ringing the bell in front of him day and night.

It is not about becoming a monk and practicing, but about recuperating the body that is inherently deficient and removing all stubborn diseases.

The morning bell of Bailong Temple has the effect of cleaning the body and mind and encouraging the spirit. Therefore, Jingyuan Ben did not need to ring the bell, but he took the initiative to "take" this job and took Wang Li to listen to the bells of the ancient temple up close every day.

However, the bells at close range were very loud, and people who were not used to being close could not help but be surprised when they heard them.

But Wang Li didn't, he seemed to have no response, as if he had lost his hearing.

After a while, the last bell rang, and the monk Jingyuan held the bell till with one hand, immediately made it still, and then turned around.

Wang Li also came back to his senses at the same time.

The two of them had their eyes intertwined, and they went downstairs together without words.

Entering from the side of the temple, the sound of wooden fish and the sound of chanting scriptures gradually became connected, eliminating the silence of the early morning in the deep mountains.

Soon, a low Zen temple with gray walls and gray tiles appeared among the green bamboo forests.

Entering inside, pebbles pave the road, flowers and plants are lush, and dewdrops reflect the golden morning light.

The kitchen on the side is in full swing and the mist is steaming.

Wang Li curled his lips, but did not say a word and went straight back to the room.

Immediately afterwards, the monk Jingyuan came in with two buckets of hot water in both hands and poured into the wooden barrel located in the middle of the room. He went back and forth several times, and the hot water was filled with mist.

Close the door, he took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, sprinkled the blue powder into the bathtub, and the hot hot water turned dark blue in a blink of an eye. He stretched out his index finger and penetrated it into it, nodded slightly after counting breaths.

Stopped and faced Wang Li, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

"Master Jingyuan, when will it be the first?" Wang Li asked bitterly, but his hands were not idle, and he took all his energy into pieces in a few seconds.

Jingyuan smiled and said, "The innate disease cannot be changed day and night. This medicinal bath will take at least one month."

Wang Li stepped on one leg and stepped on the wooden bench, and tentatively put it into the hot water in the bucket, hissing and sucking the cold air, trying it over and over again, and it took a while before soaking himself in the hot potion.

This hot water is not only hot, but also unbearable. It is the medicinal powder that the monk Jingyuan just put in. It seems to turn the hot water into chili water that can directly act on the surface of the skin.

As we all know, spicy is a pain and an irrepressible burning sensation.

What's more, the monk Jingyuan was not allowed to wear any clothes at all.

This has brought him double the stimulation, after all, there are always some parts of the human body that are extremely fragile.

However, after just gritting his teeth and trembling for a while, Wang Li's eyes gradually closed slightly, and he stopped struggling, as if he had entered a state of meditation.

Although this is not the first time I have seen such a scene, Jingyuan can't help but be shocked and sighed at his performance.

He has experienced the pain caused by this medicine bath, and has also seen many children struggling in a mess and crying bitterly. It is a pain that requires several people to press it into the water desperately, and even make them faint and wake up from pain. Even adults will inevitably thrust their necks and howl.

But, seeing that the boy had only the initial pain, then he quickly got used to it, and finally he didn't say a word, his face still changed.

Such endurance and concentration are rare for young people, not to mention that their talent and intelligence always speak amazingly, they are really the best seedlings for practicing Buddhism.

As soon as he thought of this, Jingyuan couldn't help but look at Wang Li's long black hair and sighed in his heart.

Unfortunately, this young man's interest in Bailong Temple was limited to his own practice and had no interest in truly worshiping Buddhism and studying Buddhist principles.

If you do not practice Buddhism, you cannot pass on it.

Even if Jingyuan is willing to violate the rules of Bailong Temple and without the foundation of Buddhism, Wang Li will not be able to truly cultivate the Dharma of Bailong Temple to a profound level.

How can he be willing to worship in the temple? This question has been bothering Jingyuan for almost a month.

In this way, there is the true meaning of the Buddha cutting flesh and feeding the eagle and feeding the tiger with his body. If he truly enters Buddhism and practices the Buddhist method, what would it be like?

Jingyuan has infinite imagination in his heart.

After watching for a long time, his eyes were firmer again, and he immediately left reluctantly.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Wang Li opened her eyes and the light of inspiration flowed in her eyes.

He looked down at his body soaked in the green hot water, and there was no trace of pain in his eyes and expression.

When I leaned back, I let out a comfortable sigh.

Wang Li was born in a marquis family in a small country. His mother died of childbirth. Wang Li was congenital inadequate and was plagued by illness since childhood.

Ten months ago, he had just turned fourteen years old and had reached the appropriate stage of age and body, so he was sent to Bailong Temple.

The current king carp also came to occupy the magpie's nest on the night of the fourteenth year.

That night, the poor marquis prince had a stubborn disease and coughed up blood one after another. The little Wang Li should have passed away, and followed closely. The big Wang Li woke up, and the two souls that were about to disappear perfectly merged and finally seized a glimmer of hope.

In the past month, Wang Li followed the monk Jingyuan in Bailong Temple, taking medicine three times a day, and practicing the technique of strengthening the body. Not to mention that the serious illness was gone, at least he would not breathe even after walking a few more steps, and he would cough desperately when the cold wind blew.

From this we can see that the monk Jingyuan is a truly capable person. His ability is not a medical skill that can stand out from the world, but a "Buddha" that transcends the world.

Of course, Wang Li would rather regard this as a unique means for a practitioner, which is completely incompatible with the skills he has seen in the mundane world.

After all, he had never seen a martial arts of a certain family that could truly produce golden special effects.

But the golden bell cover of the monk Jingyuan can really form a big bell with dazzling golden light and clear patterns outside the body.

Moreover, due to Wang Li's special "talent" gradually revealed, the heart-warming of the monk Jingyuan gradually intensified. Therefore, in order to lure Wang Li into the orphan, he often reveals certain special features "inadvertently".

For example, when you eat, you can take objects from a distance, your body is hanging in the air when you meditate, and there is also a special-effect version of the Golden Bell cover released during practice.

Wang Li was really attracted by these methods.

However, if he wanted him to become a monk, it would still be an toad growing hair - an impossible thing.

He still remembered that he had an engagement, and his fiancée was one year younger than him, but in a quick glance he knew that he had already left with bright eyes and white teeth, and was pretty and charming.

It’s not that Wang Li is reluctant to let go, but that he does not want an innocent girl to be hurt by being broken up. In this world, girls who have been broken up will be labeled as badly regardless of the reason. No matter how many explanations are, it is difficult to suppress people from imagining the "evil" side.

Besides, he never thought of becoming a monk, and he was even more of a single lineage at home.

Besides, Wang Li is not sure whether he is the supporting role of a villain in a book of the heroine. After all, most of the things like being dismissed from the engagement happen to the protagonist...

Therefore, for the sake of the peace and stability of the entire Wang family, the orderly inheritance, and for the sake of its own safety, Wang Li must not become a monk.

The current situation is: I don’t want to make any effort, but I want to practice it.

Wang Li has been exploring the solution.

Unfortunately, Bailong Temple does not accept lay disciples, otherwise there would be so many problems.

As time goes by, the color of the potion in the bathtub gradually becomes lighter, and as the temperature continues to decrease, it completely loses its color.

Wang Li crawled out, wiped her body and put on her clothes, and the monk Jingyuan knocked on the door and entered.

After quickly packing up, the two of them had breakfast briefly, and Jingyuan threw a wooden sword into Wang Li's hand.

Then, Jingyuan sat cross-legged at the door, while Wang Li practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard.

Although this sword technique is also the true teaching of Bailong Temple, without the blessing of Buddhist mental methods, it will lose its true meaning and it will be difficult to show its true magic.

Jingyuan looked at it, and from time to time, a light golden light flew out and hit Wang Li.

“High.”

“Not decisive enough.”

“Too stiff.”

"The pace is wrong."

Jingyuan’s guidance is similar to that of Buddhism, and he will never say it very directly, such as how high it is or how low it is. He just let Wang Li think about it himself and adjust it himself.

This practice method made Wang Li very uncomfortable at first, but after getting familiar with it, he really impressed his movements after adjusting them.

Wang Li has learned more than half of this set of Demon-Subduing Sword.

After gradually getting better, Wang Li no longer needs Jingyuan to point his fingers, and his sword moves are integrated. Even if the wooden sword is in hand, it will have a different momentum.

The body follows the sword, the sword moves at will, and the sword uses the heart to flow freely.

The scorching sun in the sky had already dispelled the morning mist in the mountains, the light and shadow on the ground were leaping, and sweat gradually oozing out of Wang Li's forehead.

Jingyuan's face has no fluctuations, but the eyes are filled with satisfaction.

It's time to replace him with a real sword.

But this kid just insists that he is unwilling to become a monk. What should he do?

Bang!

While thinking, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly pushed open and a tall and thin figure appeared.

Wang Li was still immersed in swordsmanship, as if he was unaware of anything.

Jingyuan appreciated his performance more and more, and at the same time he quickly stood up.

Chapter completed!