No abstraction, no cultivation

Chapter 25 The Lame Monk

"Junior brother, you still have such a bad taste!"

Another handyman beside Zhuojie said softly.

She has a very nice voice.

Light and graceful like "Purple Swallow", soft and agile like "Light Crying"

Only after hearing such a sound did I understand what the cry of a purple swallow meant.

A monk and a woman together?
Is this woman decent?

Of course it’s serious, this is the nun from Bailian Temple.

Bailian Temple also worships Maitreya Buddha, so it is a branch of the Future Sect with many leaves.

People of the same generation in the two sects are often addressed as senior brother or junior sister, senior sister or junior brother.

"Senior Sister Honglian, all living things suffer, and everyone will die eventually!"

"I let him die peacefully without worries. Isn't that the greatest mercy?" Zhuojie lowered his eyebrows and said compassionately: "Namo Maitreya Buddha."

"As expected of a world with a heart of a bodhisattva!" Nun Honglian chuckled with a hint of sarcasm. She looked at the Buddha's hand in the wooden box and said, "How do we divide this Buddha's hand?"

The Buddha's hand is too big and too heavy to fit into an ordinary storage magic weapon, otherwise it would not be so troublesome.

"Half for each?" Zhuojie said, "I'll take the upper half of the arm. The lower half will probably be more useful to Senior Sister, right?"

“Haha…” Nun Honglian chuckled and said frivolously, “Little Junior Brother, you can only talk nonsense. Senior Sister’s door is always open every night.”

Nun Honglian emphasized the word "small".

Zhuojie's cultivation is weaker than Honglian Nun. He is only a cultivator in the Dragon-Tiger Period and has not yet subdued the dragon and tiger to become a Golden Core cultivator.

Practicing dual cultivation with the nun Honglian and realizing the dual-body Buddhist Dharma, I am afraid that before I can comprehend the true meaning of Zen and wisdom, color and emptiness, I will be sucked dry by the nun Honglian.

Isn't it true that Honglian's teachings come at no cost?

But without the Red Lotus Nun, he couldn't get the Buddha's Hand.

Zhuojie smiled, looked at the Buddha's hand in the wooden box and said, "The Buddha's hand is solid and indestructible, and it is difficult to open it twice. Why don't we study the Buddha's hand together?"

"Junior brother is very honest, so of course it's okay." Nun Honglian is not afraid of the tricks of the Turbid Realm, because her cultivation level is higher than that of the Turbid Realm.

She cooperated with Zhuojie because Zhuojie was more intelligent. So, she said, "It's just a matter of how to spare others' eyes and ears."

There is no wall that is impenetrable, and even if they get the Buddha's hand, there will be some trace left.

As time goes by, you never know who will come knocking on your door.

By then, there will be endless troubles. How can I understand the Buddha's hand?

"This is easy. I have a good idea." Zhuojie said with a smile.

It's just trying to get the skin of a tiger and diverting disaster to one's own side.

On the other side, Xu Shun and Lan Daoren headed east and walked for another half a month. The weather was cold at this time, it was already November.

Along the way, some monks inexplicably came to ask for Buddha's hand, which really puzzled Taoist Lan.

After killing two of them, the place became much quieter.

Until I met the lame monk.

The lame monk is quite special.

It was not only because he was lame, nor because his cultivation was only at the foundation-building stage, but because he was kneeling.

He was kneeling down to beg for Buddha's hand from Taoist Lan.

"Buddha's hand is a precious treasure of Buddhism. It is of no use to you. Why do you want to cut off the path of Buddhism in the world?" The lame monk knelt on the ground and begged Taoist Lan.

He couldn't beat him, so he asked for help from Taoist Lan.

"How do you know I'm here?" Lan Dao Ren asked in confusion.
It was strange that someone with his level of cultivation could be found by a weakling like the lame monk.

"I didn't know that I would meet you here, nor did I expect to meet you here. But since we have met, it means it is the Buddha's instruction and it is fate!" said the lame monk with a firm face.

It was purely by chance that he met Lan Daoren.

If you can encounter it, it means that the Buddha has appeared. "I don't have Buddha's hand, and Buddha's hand has nothing to do with me!" After knowing that it was an accidental encounter, Lan Daoren nodded and turned to leave.

"Sir! Sir..." The lame monk pounced, hugged Lan Daoren's boots and said, "The Buddha's hand is useless to you. Please have mercy on me, a country monk!"

"Aren't you afraid of death?" A blue sword light appeared beside Lan Dao Ren, and he said in a cold voice.

He hated being pestered.

"Why should I fear death? If I cannot obtain the Buddha's hand, how can I achieve the state of being a god?" The lame monk shouted, "It would be worth my life to die at the hands of an ascended being like you."

hoarse voice.

Lame, without a teacher, wandering around, being looked down upon by others, even misunderstood, beaten for nothing, and even lame in the leg.

He didn't dare say anything more.

So, Lan Daoren is the opportunity that may change his destiny.

Go and beg, go and kneel down, even if it means death!

It's better to be killed by Lan Daoren than to die of old age in some corner!

Lan Dao was silent.

There is no reason for him to kill such a person.

Such a person reminded him of many years ago, when he had not yet joined the mountain sect and was wandering around for a bite to eat.

At that time, he just wanted to have a full meal.

At that time, he never thought that one day he would reach this point.

"I don't have Buddha's hand, but I can give you something else that is no less than Buddha's hand." Taoist Lan looked at the lame monk who was holding his feet and was covered in mud.

The lame monk looked up at Taoist Lan in a daze.

What is more precious than the hand of Buddha?
"Are you willing to take me as your master?" Taoist Lan said with his head down.

He felt that the lame monk had a strong will and could be his apprentice.

"Ah?" The lame monk widened his eyes.

"Seriously?" he stammered.

The lame monk was like a beggar who was hit by gold falling from the sky.

It’s indescribable, unimaginable, and unbelievable. All kinds of thoughts flooded my mind.

He is going to be accepted as a disciple by a Mahayana monk.

From then on, he was no longer a wandering cultivator who was looked down upon by others.

He has a master and someone to rely on.

"Of course!" Taoist Lan looked at the lame monk with a look of disbelief and recalled the time when he was accepted as a disciple by his master.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

"Master! Master!" The lame monk turned over and knelt in front of Taoist Lan, tears flowing from his eyes uncontrollably.

With a master like Lan Daoren, all that Buddha's hand stuff is bullshit!
Why study Buddhism? It’s better to practice Taoism!
Xu Shun looked at Taoist Lan in a daze. He didn't expect that Taoist Lan would accept the lame monk as his disciple.

The lame monk looked to be in his forties or fifties, already middle-aged. The monk, with ordinary appearance and shabby clothes, was a foundation-building monk, but he was unkempt and his cultivation level was not that high in Xu Shun's opinion.

When he saw the lame monk just now, he was still limping along the mountain road. It was not until he met Taoist Lan and Xu Shun that he knelt down and begged Taoist Lan for help.

Why would you accept a lame monk as your disciple?

Xu Shun didn't understand, but he knew that he had a new junior brother.

"Get up!" Taoist Lan helped the lame monk up.

"Follow me for a few days, and I will think of a good Taoist name for you." Taoist Lan said to the lame monk.

　Iron Bamboo is modified from the Iron Pillar vest provided in the previous book.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)