Chapter 16 (1/2)

Zhitong looked at the wasted eyes with the light of seeking knowledge. Suddenly, the only sour taste in his heart evaporated completely.

With an indifferent smile, he explained to idleness: ”the magic of the happy heart demon Zen Sutra is beyond people's imagination, so its cultivation is far from as simple as ordinary cultivation. Yin and Yang coincide. It's easy to say, but Yin and yang are naturally bipolar. Since they are bipolar, how can they integrate together?”

When I heard this, I was puzzled: ”master, since the integration of yin and Yang is so difficult, how could I...”

As soon as vanity mentioned the introduction, Zhitong's eyebrow corner pulled a hand, and his heart trembled unconsciously for a while.

The vinegar smell, which had already faded away, also spread again. He snorted coldly: ”you think all people are like demons like that. This entry is the most sad level in the happy heart demon Zen Sutra. I don't know how many talented eminent monks are stuck at this level and can't even step into the door!”

”This..., won't it?” He looked at Zhitong with a surprised look on his face. He couldn't understand that there would be many Buddhist monks who couldn't even step into the threshold of happy heart demon Zen Sutra.

But in a flash, he felt wrong again. Didn't master always say that this happy heart demon Zen Sutra is the most precious treasure of Buddhism, and the number of people practicing it is very small?

How in the blink of an eye, then

Zhitong completely ignored his careful thinking, looked far away and looked at the light night outside: ”a hundred years ago, Buddhism was far more prosperous than it is now. At that time, the great virtue of genius came out, and the happy heart demon Zen Sutra also reached its peak. The great virtue of the eminent monk who practiced was unknown.”

With a slight sigh, ”that's the time when genius came out, but I don't know how many eminent monks and virtues were rejected by the entry Kung Fu of the happy heart demon Zen Sutra.”

Speaking of this, Zhitong remembered that he had only been successful in getting started in one year. He couldn't help but bring a touch of pride in his expression. However, when he saw the look in his wasted eyes, he suddenly turned that touch of pride into an embarrassing smile.

Angrily, he gave a wasted look: ”you should know Hong Xiguan?”

”I don't know. Is he famous?” Of course, idleness will not know. He is just a transgressor. How can he understand these? Although he has accepted the body consciousness, some subtle things are very vague.

Zhitong was speechless. He wanted to stimulate his wasted time and get back some face. Now it seems that the effect is not ideal.

As a result, his voice became depressed for several points: ”he was a Shaolin layman disciple and a great master in the late Qing Dynasty. Originally, he wanted to practice the happy heart demon Zen Sutra at that time, but he couldn't get started at all. Hei hei.”

Hearing Zhitong's obscene laughter, I finally understood that master was emphasizing that he was awesome!

He couldn't help rolling his eyes and whispered, ”master, these seem to coincide with the Yin and Yang you just said. Doesn't it matter?”

The self-confidence that is smiling and shattered by the waste is also recovering slowly and continuously, but unexpectedly, Zhitong suddenly coughs.

Wipe! This apprentice is too blind, isn't he?

The anger in my heart rubbed against the ground and rushed up. I was about to be angry at wasted time, but I turned around and saw the thirsty eyes of wasted time and the look of expectation on my face. Suddenly my heart softened again.

Sigh softly, alas! I'm afraid of this disciple! Who let this be adopted by his family since he was a child!