After Qingzhou, Su Yang had some understanding of the inheritance of the Western Tu monks.

The inheritance of the Esperantha Buddha, based on the two sutras of the Great Sun Sutra and the Diamond Sutra, and based on the three veins and seven chakras as the system, has become a different Buddhist technique from the Middle Land Buddhism. When practicing, Xifan practices according to the four steps of practice, practice, yoga, and supreme yoga.

The Ministry of Affairs is called Miscellaneous and majoring in formless yoga. It basically holds ceremonies, worships ghosts and gods, recites mantras, etc.

The practice is called the practice of tantra, which takes Bodhicitta as the cause, great compassion as the foundation, and convenience as the ultimate. This is the characteristic of Mahayana Buddhism.

The Yoga school uses the Great Sun Tathagata as the main deity and is combined with the practice method.

The Supreme Yoga School reaches the highest level, and once you are enlightened, you will become a Buddha by yourself.

When I first heard these four steps, most people were confused, but if these four steps were brought into joyful Zen, then these four steps would be very clear.

Happiness Zen is also a unique skill in Tantric Buddhism, and it is also divided into things, practice, yoga, supreme yoga, and it is also the orthodox of Tantric Buddhism.

In the practice of the Ministry of Affairs, men and women are happy when they look at each other.

The practice of the Practice Department is a handshake in joyful meditation.

Yoga practice is about embracing each other.

The Supreme Yoga Department practices great joy for men and women.

During this practice, start from the root chakra among the three meridians and seven chakras, gradually move upwards, opening the abdominal chakra, heart chakra, throat chakra, eyebrow chakra, crown chakra, and Brahma acupoint chakra. In this way, the unity of Brahma and self will lead to the Buddha's position.

The golden body of the Bodhisattva in front of you contains some secrets of the practice of the Western Land monks, which are related to the profound operation of the three meridians and seven chakras, and are of great value to practitioners.

Since Wang Qi was unwilling to sell Buddha statues, Su Yang no longer forced him. Instead, he looked up at the calligraphy and paintings and books collected by Wang Qi. While walking, Su Yang reached out to pick up a book and looked through it gently. He saw that the calligraphy in the book was exquisite, the wind and spirit were scattered, and it made Su Yang take a breath after seeing it.

"Is this the authentic work of Huang Tingjian's "Songfeng Pavilion Poetry"?"

Su Yang looked at Wang Qi and asked.

Huang Tingjian, Erhuang, who is a master of calligraphy, inherited the calligraphy of his father Huang Shu, and promoted new and unique styles in calligraphy, with rhyme first, and the characters he wrote were strong and elegant, and had a new realm.

What Su Yang is holding now is the authentic one.

"How did you see it?"

Wang Qi saw Su Yang insisting on the authenticity and asked.

Su Yangguan looked at Songfeng Pavilion's poems, looked up and down, and said, "I have practiced calligraphy, so I can tell the truth at a glance. Look at this ink, first look at the structure and brushstrokes, then look at the artificial intelligence, be honest and artificial, and then look at the paper and silk..."

These are all things that Yan Ruyu taught Su Yang step by step, and Su Yang naturally remembers them in his heart. When he saw this poem, what Yan Ruyu and Su Yang said came to his eyes again.

"On weekdays, distinguish between true and false, and see whether the poetry and books have structure, whether they have sharp edges, and whether their spirits are coherent..."

Su Yang carefully held the book and said to Wang Qi: "There is structure but no sharpness in the book. This is copying, there is sharpness but no structure. This is copying, and the brushstrokes are inconsistent. That is a collection of books. Whether it is paper or brush and ink, it is all vivid. How can it be fake?"

As a person who has specialized in calligraphy, Su Yang can read it thoroughly.

In "The Great Song Dynasty Criminal Officer", Song Ci was framed by his father-in-law. One of the evidences at that time was letters. If Song Ci was a person who was good at calligraphy, he would not have to wait for letters to soak in water. You can see from the lines that the meaning structure, brushstrokes, and spiritual meanings were generally like pieces of abacus, which was simply evidence to be delivered to the door.

"good."

Wang Qi nodded and said, "This is Huang Tingjian's "Songfeng Pavilion Poetry"." He was very proud in his words.

“Resell?”

Su Yang looked at Wang Qi and asked. Su Yang really wanted to buy this thing back. It was not to collect it himself, but to give it to Yan Ruyu. Yan Ruyu would be happy when she saw it.

“Not selling!”

Wang Qi said decisively that his family does not lack silver, and these things are purely his personal collection.

"suck……"

Su Yang smacked his lips and let go of the "Songfeng Pavilion Poetry" and felt a little regretful. Then he continued to look at Wang Qi's bookshelf. After turning around for a while, he saw something interesting. This was a book, but there seemed to be no words inside. Only when Su Yang looked at the book sideways, he could see a faint dizziness inside.

"Good thought."

Looking at this book, Su Yang exclaimed again.

"oh?"

When Wang Qi saw Su Yang get the book, he asked, "Young Master, what do you see from this?"

Su Yang looked at the book in his hand, put the book back on the bookshelf, and said, "This is the notes of your Wang family, written in alum water. He should not want to be exposed. I just sighed at the cleverness of my mind and no desire to spy on it."

Just now, Su Yang just took a quick look with his wise eyes and found that there were matters involving Wang Qi's father's privacy, and even criticizing the court, so he put down the book. Su Yang knew that these promises were ridiculous and did not allow people to speak before the King of Qi entered the pass, and when Chen Yang and Laozi were in power, it was ridiculous and did not allow people to speak, so he had such a means.

Wang Qi breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and said, "My father also loved collecting poetry, calligraphy and paintings back then. Many of them were precious. At that time, he was afraid of revealing whiteness, so he hid the things in alum water. However, after his father died, in the winter of the previous year, he did not quit fire at home, which led to his father's efforts to work hard to Bing..."

As he said that, Wang Qi took Su Yang and walked towards a corner of the bookshelf. He pulled out a scroll at the corner of the bookshelf. Most of the scrolls had been burned, and only half of them were left at this time. When Su Yang looked at the portrait, it turned out to be a portrait on the inscription on the Sanjue on Zhongshan, Jinling.

The inscriptions of the Three Essences in Jinling are painted by Wu Daozi, praised by Li Bai, and written by Yan Zhenqing. Now, the journey is vaguely blurred.

Now that Wang Qi brought Su Yang here, he was also a change of topic. He was unwilling to let Su Yang continue to be entangled in that book. After all, if someone made up the handwriting inside and saw the criticism of the court, their family would suffer disaster.

"When the fire broke out, I only saved this one."

Wang Qi said: "It caused my father to destroy his accumulated poems and books. When he thought of this, he felt a pity in his heart."

Su Yang looked into Wang Qi's hand and looked at the half-scroll with the image of Monk Baozhi on it. Under the statue of this god, it was originally a Sanjue inscription, but now it is burnt away.

"Young Master, you are from Jinling, have you ever known what the three masters inscriptions in Jinling are called?"

Wang Qi asked Su Yang, which was what he asked sincerely.

"Naturally know."

Su Yang nodded and said, "I have also visited the Three Jue Monument."

When I first saw the Three Jue Monument, Su Yang and Yan Ruyu and Sun Li made a special trip together.

When Wang Qi heard that Su Yang had been there, he immediately became moved. He looked at Su Yang and said, "I have a heartless request. I beg my son to write down the inscription of the Three Jue. So less of the pain of letting me go to Jinling to travel. After I die, I can explain it to my father who is in the Nine Springs."

Wang Qi looked at Su Yang with hope in his eyes and said, "If this matter is done, I will be rewarded."

How thick can your reward be?

Su Yang looked at Wang Qi and didn't care about his good rewards. He looked at Wang Qi's expression and said, "I don't want you to repay you. If you want the inscription of the Three Jue, it's just a matter of raising your hand to me, give me a pen and ink." This is not a great thing.

Seeing that Su Yang was so easy, Wang Qi agreed, so he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the desk table. When Su Yang came to the desk table, he even dredged the ink himself. After the ink was grinding thoroughly, Su Yang was invited to come to the front to start writing.

He reached out to grab the brush. Su Yang looked at the white paper in front of him and wanted to put it in a pinch. He wrote the words on it. But when the brush was about to fall on the paper, he finally paused, and then Su Yang put the pen again.

The moon in the water is not advisable.

The soul is empty and the heart is vast and unparalleled.

...

Su Yang used his brush strokes and strokes. The calligraphy he originally practiced started with Yan Zhenqing's regular script. At this time, he wrote regular script again. Every stroke has its own rules. The muscles and bones in Yan Zhenqing's magic were vividly scattered by Su Yang. The inner subtle and the outer majestic ones came out of Su Yang's pen. Wang Qi next to him was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking.

In Wang Qi's opinion, the words written by Su Yang were almost no different from those written by Yan Zhenqing. Seeing these words blooming on the tip of the pen, in his room, and in front of him made Wang Qi suddenly feel honored to participate.

The sacred face of painting and where to go.

After these eight words were written, this one was written by Li Bai and the inscription of the Three Essences written by Yan Zhenqing was written by Su Yang.

Su Yang himself was very good, and he realized that he was just copying Yan Zhenqing's characters. In some details of the brush and ink, Su Yang felt that he was more complete than Yan Zhenqing.

After all, it is based on the foundation of his predecessors, and Su Yang learned Yan Zhenqing's brushwork, so it is not worth mentioning.

"Okay, this is the inscription of the Three Jues."

Su Yang said to Wang Qi, without perfunctory, he completed the Tao with integrity.

"Thank you, thank you."

Wang Qi hurriedly saluted Su Yang.

Su Yang waved his hand gently, not caring. Su Yang was extremely pleased when he was able to write a good handwriting.

"My husband!"

Wang Qi walked onto the bookshelf, chose the "Songfeng Pavilion Poetry" on it, and solemnly handed it to Su Yang, saying, "I exchanged this copybook on the market. Whether it is true or false, I actually don't know in my mind, but I heard from everyone that I am sure that this word is true, and I think it must be true."

"My husband is a person who understands calligraphy and is the most likely to cherish calligraphy and painting. Unlike us, we will always make calligraphy and painting damaged."

Listening to Wang Qi's words, Su Yang reached out to take the Songfeng Pavilion poem, looked at Wang Qi, and asked, "Didn't you say you won't resell it?"

"Of course not to resell!"

Wang Qi said: "But using books to make calligraphy and paintings to those who truly cherish him is also an elegant thing. Moreover, in my opinion, the words left by my husband are no less than the Songfeng Pavilion Poetry Post."

Too good, too good...
Chapter completed!