The next morning, at dawn, Zhixian led Wu Mingxian to get two poles and wooden barrels, and went all the way to the back mountain pool. Top 23S.

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"Zhixian, what's going on?"

Wu Ming weighed the buckets. They were not light, each weighing a hundred kilograms.

Even if it is filled with water, it is only three to five hundred kilograms. To him, carrying it with one hand is like playing.

But Zhixian is different. He is thin and weak, just like Huikong. He has no cultivation, not even physical training!

But what surprised and puzzled him was that although Zhixian was sweating on his forehead, he showed no signs of fatigue.

"Donor Wu, this young monk doesn't understand the mystery, but other senior brothers who have been ordained are all like this!"

Zhixian scratched his bald head, dragged the heavy wooden bucket to fill the water, struggled to lift it, and stopped to wait.

"Something's wrong!"

Wu Ming filled the bag with water in the same manner, but when it was put on his shoulders, the pressure increased sharply, as if it was dozens of times heavier.

Observing Zhixian's expression carefully, he found that he looked more relaxed than when the bucket was empty, which made him even more puzzled.

"Let's change!"

Wu Ming is used to solving things he doesn't understand with practical actions.

Zhixian didn't refuse, put down the pole and picked up Wu Ming's bucket!

Even if the bucket is replaced, the weight remains the same and Zhixian will not be affected at all!

"It seems that although carrying water is a punishment, it is also a kind of practice!"

Wu Ming strode forward.

"Donor Wu, the young monk used to be greedy and sleepy, and was punished several times. Master once warned the young monk that a calm mind will naturally lead to peace!"

After Zhixian shook his head and finished speaking, he actually took steps and walked along the mountain road faster than Wu Ming.

"A calm mind will naturally make you lighter? In this case, you can also... A calm mind will naturally make you lighter!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed, he shook his neck, and followed up with all his strength.

With his intelligence, he can naturally guess several possibilities.

The pole, the barrel, and even the water are probably different from ordinary ones.

It varies from person to person!

Take Zhixian as an example. He grew up in the Shaolin Temple and was influenced by Buddhist scriptures. He has a simple mind and is naturally unaffected.

But Wu Ming was different. He had a purpose in mind, went up the mountain all the way, endured tests, and also had battles of wits with Hui Ku and Hui Kong one after another. All his thoughts can't be described!

In this way, it is like carrying a mountain on your back, which is not an exaggeration!

But he was not discouraged by this. Instead, he was inspired to fight, thinking about how to take advantage of this unique condition to practice!

If Ruozhi knew first, his kind reminder not only failed to help Wu Ming, but made him think more radically, I don't know how he would feel.

"Xian Zhi, we are here to observe Xinyue Temple disciple Hui Yue's journey through the three levels of Shaolin. When will we start?"

Although the weight doubled, even Wu Ming found it quite difficult, but as a matter of habit, he continued to gather information as if nothing had happened.

"I don't know, little monk. I just heard Master say, just let it go!"

Zhixian had nothing to hide about this and said with a smile.

"Let it be! Then have you seen Huiyue?"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, tasted it carefully, and secretly said in his heart, "It seems that we don't know when the third level will start!"

"I heard that Senior Sister Huiyue is a goddess descended to earth, but the young monk has no chance to see her!"

Zhixian said a little shyly.

"Haha, women are tigers!"

Wu Ming laughed heartily.

"Master said that the stories told by Master Wu contain Zen principles, which seem easy to understand, but are actually obscure and difficult to understand, making the young monk forget them!"

Zhixian hesitated before saying.

"It's okay to forget. You're still young anyway. When you get older, you'll understand!"

Wu Ming said meaningfully.

"Um!"

Zhixian nodded confusedly.

Little did he know that he had become a pawn in the battle of wits between Master and Wu Ming!

"Are you tired? Take a rest before leaving!"

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Wu Ming suggested.

"Can't stop, can't stop!"

Unexpectedly, before the pole was put down, Zhixian waved his hands repeatedly and almost couldn't carry the pole. Seeing Wu Ming's puzzled expression, he looked around in embarrassment and whispered, "Eight steps to catch the cicada, one step at a time to practice meditation, no?"

Advance and retreat! Amitabha, the young monk violated the precepts again!"

When Wu Ming heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he silently helped Zhi straighten the pole first.

Under the calm expression, thoughts are surging and waves are constantly coming!

"No wonder I felt something was wrong. I climbed up the mountain for a long time. The mountain behind the Shaolin Temple shouldn't be reached in half a quarter of an hour. It turns out that there is a formation, no, or a Zen mechanism! In other words, this winding mountain road,

Contains the secret knowledge of Buddhism!"

Looking back deeply at the stone steps he walked, Wu Ming took a deep breath and strode forward, full of expectations for the future.

Just by contacting a Shaolin novice who is not familiar with martial arts, you can discover so many mysteries. If you wait for a long time, you may find something!

Now Wu Ming not only regards carrying water as a way to practice cultivation, but also regards this path as a journey of treasure hunting!

Thirty loads of water is neither too much nor too little. Even so, it still takes a full day and night!

When it was just dawning the next day, Wu Ming and Zhixian looked at the stars that were gradually fading away, and smiled at each other.

"With my current level of cultivation, fifteen loads of water will exhaust my energy, but Zhixian's situation is similar to mine!

The Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles are profound and profound, and you cannot underestimate any kind of cultivation method!"

Wu Ming's thoughts turned over and over a thousand times. Just one day in Shaolin brought a shock far beyond imagination.

It is said that Qingdeng Ancient Buddha, eating food and chanting sutras are boring, but only those who are truly immersed in it can understand the three flavors of the Tao!

He washed his face with the cold spring water and looked at the tired face reflected in the water. Wu Ming smiled knowingly.

The seemingly ascetic life of asceticism actually brings spiritual sublimation far beyond physical fatigue!

"Here, eat!"

After resting for a while, Wu Ming took out the pastries.

"Amitabha, Donor Wu, the young monk cannot violate the precepts!"

Zhi glanced at it first and quickly lowered his head to chant the sutra.

"Master Huikong said, you are just a child, it's okay!"

Wu Ming forcefully stuffed the pastry into it.

Zhixian waved his hands repeatedly.

"You know Shenxiu, right?"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and tossed the cakes up and down, as if juggling.

"Ah, Donor Wu knows Master Shenxiu?"

Zhixian moved his eyes up and down and asked subconsciously.

"Hey, I didn't expect that the young monk is of high seniority. Although it cannot be said that he is disrespectful for his elders, he can still be regarded as disrespectful for his elders!"

Wu Ming smiled.

"Amitabha, Donor Wu, please don't do this. Master Shenxiu is my disciple of Shaolin Buddhism, how can you go beyond that?"

Zhixian was slightly startled and said solemnly.

"Haha, no wonder your sister Chu Chu always said that you are almost like a piece of wood! Let me tell you, that little monk is not authentic. Not only did he eat meat buns, but he also bought and sold me a treasure in exchange for a treasure! You

Say, what’s the point of eating a few vegetarian snacks?”

Wu Ming laughed loudly and stuffed the pastry into the dumbfounded Zhixian's mouth.

"There is a saying in Buddhism that monks do not lie. Although Don Wu is not a disciple of Buddhism, he cannot deceive poor monks with such nonsense!"

Zhi Xian came to his senses and pushed the cake back with some annoyance.

"Hey, why are you lying to me? I told him that after wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha will sit in his heart! You have to eat the meat buns, and you have to drink the wine obediently!"
To be continued...