However, the golden body of Tathagata was progressing very slowly. He would sit in the hall almost every day and stare at the statue more than two meters high for a long time. However, in his mind, the Buddha statue under the sun was very blurry and far away from the sun.

He was not impatient because he had made progress in the other two methods of practice. He had made progress in the "Vajra Zen Palm" and he was able to perform "Vajra Palm" five times or "Vajra Pushing Mountain" three times. This palm was extremely mentally consuming.

He also tried the power and found a tree as thick as an arm. It was half-dried. With one palm, it broke immediately. The effect was very good. Wukun saw it at that time, and then asked him to go. He was embarrassed to not give it to him. After all, he came earlier than him, and he asked Wukun why he didn't ask for it earlier. After all, everyone in the temple knew about his practice.

Wudai's answer was very weird. He said he didn't know that this skill could still chop firewood!

He practiced to facilitate chopping wood.

In another kung fu, "Buddha Finger", he could point out a finger and then his body was hollowed out. Is it powerful? He could easily break a hole in the stone wall. At that moment, he felt that the stone wall was a piece of tofu. When he pointed out the second finger without force, he almost broke his finger, and the severe pain pulled him back to reality.

He carefully read each of the dozens of scriptures brought back from the foot of the mountain. The advantage of chanting the scriptures is that the spiritual platform is pure. After reading these scriptures, he feels refreshed, without sorrow or joy, as if he has sublimated. Sometimes he has been busy for a long time during the day, and after reading the scriptures a few times, he feels that most of the fatigue in his body has disappeared.

As he recited the scriptures, he was also comprehending the Buddhist principles in it and understood some things.

The abbot was still elusive, but their food was getting better and better. Wukun still picked some mushrooms from time to time, but he still didn't eat at all. Monk Kongxu ate every time, and the abbot picked it and ate it.

On this day, he was staring at the statue of Buddha in a daze in the hall.

"Wusheng, my master is going down the mountain. Are you going?" Monk Kongxu shouted outside the door.

"Go." Wusheng jumped up suddenly.

It has been more than ten days in the temple. Although he has something to do all day long and doesn’t feel bored, it is also good to go down the mountain to relax. As the monk Kongxu said a few days ago, his practice is also relaxed and relaxed. In the past few days, he considered how to visualize the golden body of the Tathagata, and felt that he was almost intoxicated. It is necessary to go down the mountain to go around, and maybe he could figure it out in a moment.

As usual, he found a wooden stick with self-defense.

"The beast monsters in the mountains have been very peaceful during this period."

"I am just prepared for any trouble. What if I encounter someone who is not open? What are we going down the mountain to do?"

"Transfer some food."

"Several bags of rice, I finished it so quickly."

"You eat several bowls every time, so you will naturally eat quickly." Kongxu said.

"You say that it seems like I'm a bucket of rice. Brother Wudou eats more than me. Why don't you talk about him?"

"No one is angry and chopping wood, cleaning temples every day, and working hard."

"Hiss, why do I listen to you that I'm not going to eat? I'm practicing now." Wusheng said, "and I'm very accomplished. In addition, I have cultivated a piece of open space outside the temple and went down the mountain to get some seeds. Maybe I can harvest food next year."

"Well, this is good, this is good." Kongxu said with a smile.

They went down the mountain, went to Ningjia Village, and exchanged some food with the people in the village. This time, Wusheng could clearly feel that the people in the village were much more enthusiastic about them, and some even invited them to sit in the house, responding one by one with a smile.

After having vegetarian food in a family, they were about to go back to the mountain. On the way, they met an old man who ran back from the mountain, covered in weeds and looked very panicked.

"Hey, Uncle, where is your sheep?" someone in the village asked when he saw this.

"Returning the sheep, it would be great if I could save my life." The old man said.

"What's wrong?"

"When I was grazing sheep, I was missing one, so I looked around and heard the sound of sheep calling in the valley. I stood on it and looked down. Guess what I saw?"

"What?"

"Snake, such a big black snake!" The old man stretched out his hands and gestured, thicker than a bucket.

"It opened its mouth and sucked the sheep into its mouth. I was so scared that I turned around and ran away, for fear that it would be eaten by it if it ran slowly." The old man said in lingering fear.

"You're not mistaken, are there no such big snakes in the mountains?!" Several people in the village said in surprise after hearing this.

"You can't be wrong, you can definitely not be wrong. I have been grazing sheep in the mountains for so many years, and will the snake still read it wrong?" said the old man.

Wusheng took a deep breath after listening, feeling his mind a little confused.

There are wolves in the mountains, which is understandable. After all, it is such a big mountain, but this big snake as thick as a bucket is surprising. Is this probably a spirit?

"Master?" He turned his head and found that Monk Kongxu was also pondering.

"Um?"

"Can the abbot deal with this snake?" Wusheng said.

The first thing he thought of was the thin old monk. He was so domineering and heroic when he rushed out with a knife to discuss Buddhism with wild beasts all over the mountains. He still remembered it. Before he knew it, he had already regarded the Kongkong Abbot as the guardian of Lanruo Temple. With him, he would feel at ease.

"It's hard to say, I have to ask the abbot." Kongxu said.

"Let's go, let's go back to the mountains."

"Two masters, are you going back to the mountains?" The old man asked when he saw that the two of them were about to leave.

"Yes, I have to go back to the temple."

"Then you have to be careful, that snake must have become a spirit!" the old man reminded kindly.

Kongxu thanked the old man and turned around and shouted Wusheng to walk towards the mountains.

Without life, I walked around and thought.

Buddhist scriptures are useful to ghosts, but they should not work for animals like tigers, wolves, insects, snakes. If you preach to them, they will not understand them. Wusheng feels that his cultivation is not as high as the level of being able to fall in the sky, the golden lotus gushing from the ground, and all things are still listening. Such a big snake, the Buddha's palm hitting his body, probably is not much different from scratching it. As for the Buddha's finger, it is hard to say whether it can pierce its skin. If you encounter this, it is probably a big deal.

"Master, there were such a big snake in the mountains before?"

"No, I was saved by the abbot before I could have been that old. I should have come from other places, maybe I just passed by." Kongxu said.

"Hope is it."

Walking on the small path in the mountains, Wusheng looked around in a nervous mood.

"Hey, why has the forest suddenly become much quieter?"

He found that when he was going up the mountain in the afternoon, the forest suddenly became quiet. When birds and insects were singing in the morning, he could not hear any of them now.

"The forest is so lush and no one disturbs me. I guess it will fall in love with it here." Wusheng said softly.
Chapter completed!