The journey of martial arts is as vast as the sea.
During this trip to Western Xinjiang, the three of them all saw what it means to have people outside the home.
The Fang family, which was in turmoil, could not withstand the torment, so the three of them worked hard and practiced hard, and they did not get out of seclusion until half a year later.
During this retreat to practice martial arts, the three of them made some small achievements. In Fang Ming's view, the art of swordsmanship is only one part of it. To become a peerless master, one needs to further strengthen their internal skills.
His father's relics contained national wealth and peerless martial arts. Next, Fang Ming decided to go to Karina in Inner Mongolia to learn Mahamudra from King Burigude. Before leaving, he wanted to see his mother.
Since her mother's death, she has been abstaining from all desires, eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, and opened a Buddhist hall in her residence.
Entering my mother's Buddhist hall, smoke was lingering, and my mother was kneeling devoutly in front of the Buddha statue to pray.
Fang Ming understands Buddhism, but is not superstitious about Buddhism. Buddhism is more of a philosophy than a religion. In many Buddhist scriptures, there are more of the Buddha's views and opinions on the world.
"Mom!" Fang Ming shouted softly.
Lin Guifang raised her head. Her face was pale, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were a little deeper.
"Son, are you leaving again?"
"Yeah!" Fang Ming nodded.
Lin Guifang didn't say anything. She turned around and continued to offer incense to the Buddha.
"Mom, my son has something I hope you can think about."
"What are you talking about? I still have to recite Buddha's name!" Lin Guifang was absent-minded. She could only forget the heart-wrenching pain by immersing herself in Buddhist rituals.
"When this mind is settled, it is Bodhi." Fang Ming looked at his mother solemnly and pointed at his heart. His words were full of Zen thoughts.
Lin Guifang was shocked. She wanted to say something else, but Fang Ming had already turned around and left.
Persuasion is an art. Fang Ming's eight words hit Lin Guifang's heart like a heavy hammer, and she suddenly woke up.
I have kowtowed before the Buddha for thousands of years, and all I seek is nothing more than a little bit of infatuation in my heart.
Seek Buddha, worship Buddha, and seek Buddha, but Buddha is only in your own heart.
That is to say, the heart is the Buddha, the heart is the Buddha!
Lin Guifang's tears flowed down. She stood up, took out the portrait of Fang Tianhao from the Buddhist niche, and put it in the drawer - Inner Mongolia prairie, the sky is as blue as the sea, the green grass is rolling, and the green mountains in the distance are like
Like a jade belt stretching across the distance.
The summer in the grassland is beautiful but also cruel.
Flowers are blooming everywhere, and the grassland exudes youth and vitality. The cruel part is that there are too many mosquitoes. Every night, swarms of mosquitoes are seen passing by like bombers, causing panic among people and animals wherever they pass.
After marching on the grassland for three days, we finally arrived at Guangjue Temple.
The domed Buddhist architecture has the characteristics of Tibetan Buddhism. After crossing the mountain gates, Fang Ming saw the Dharma King Burigude.
His Holiness Burigude is the abbot of Guangjue Temple and a highly respected master. He has reached the state of Dzogchen through diligent practice of Tibetan Buddhism and has thousands of disciples spread far and wide.
Dharma King Burigude is wearing a yellow hat and is sitting solemnly on the lotus seat with his eyes slightly closed, reciting unknown mantras in his mouth, as if he is talking to the gods and Buddhas.
Fang Ming did not dare to disturb, Fang Wenqiang, and Zhu Xiaoyao stood aside with their hands down. Only Zhihai looked disdainfully and sneered at the Dharma King Burigude.
Zhihai practices Zen in Mahayana Buddhism, which is different from Tantric Buddhism in which one can become a Buddha instantly. Zen Buddhism emphasizes understanding of principles, while Tantric Buddhism is more like a pure religion, emphasizing the secrets of the body, speech, and mind, and has complicated
religious rituals.
The Dharma King Burigude's hands were like flying, and he quickly formed the seals. Clear Sanskrit words came out from his mouth, just like the Huang Zhong Dalu pointing directly at the heart.
"Mysterious!" Zhihai muttered.
There was a sound of "Boom!", Zhihai's ears buzzed, and he raised his head. His eyes were shining brightly, exuding a sacred and solemn aura.
A wonderful picture unfolded in front of Zhihai's eyes. He was in a golden mandala barrier. There were Manjusha flowers, Upala flowers and various auspicious flowers that could not be named floating around.
In the center of the mandala barrier, there is a golden statue of Dharma sitting in it, and surprisingly it is Dharma King Burigude.
The visualization method of Tibetan Tantric practice includes visualizing the guru's Dharma, and integrating one's own piety into the visualization of the Dharma.
But he didn't receive the initiation. How did Burigude use to make himself have this wonderful visualization?
Illusion, illusion! Zhihai suddenly held his head with both hands and used Shaolin's internal power of lion roar.
With a loud shout, the entire mandala barrier swayed gently, like countless water waves rippling.
Instead of disappearing, Buri Gude's dharma body appeared one after another. His dharma body overlapped in the ten directions, leaving Zhihai with nowhere to hide.
His mind was getting more and more confused. Countless Buri Gude treasures were solemn, smiling at him, and his sonorous Sanskrit chants were ringing in his ears.
"Ah---" Zhihai roared and fell to the sky.
"Zhihai!" Fang Ming and others didn't know what was going on, so they hurriedly went to explore Zhihai's situation.
My nose is warm and my pulse is calm, it doesn't look like something is wrong.
But this guy is too bold. Burigude is a recognized living Buddha in Inner Mongolia. This guy made rude remarks and it would be better if he suffered a little.
"Fang Ming, Fang Wenqiang, come with me!" Burigude turned around and walked towards the secret room on one side.
This old bald ass, it is said that their big handprints clearly show that they look down on themselves.
Zhu Xiaoyao was very unconvinced and said, "Master, please stay."
"Oh!" Buri Gude clasped his hands towards Zhu Xiaoyao and said, "Female donor, everything is destined. The secret law should not be passed on lightly, nor should it be passed on in vain."
"You---" Zhu Xiaoyao was furious, looking at the old monk's back as he walked away, unable to do anything.
Fang Ming and Fang Wenqiang entered a secret room, which was airtight. The walls of the secret room were carved with mandala boundaries, and a statue of the Great Sun Tathagata in the center was bright and spiritual.
"Sit down, calm down, adjust your breathing, and listen to me."
The two of them sat down cross-legged and soon entered a wonderful and ethereal realm.
"Mahamudra Tantra is the great supernatural power that connects the world of heaven and man. The human body has chakras, and it is a small world. The external world is a big world. Only when the chakras are unobstructed can we communicate with heaven and earth. The magical power is infinite---"
Burigude explained the truth of martial arts in Mahamudra. His voice was particularly clear and loud in the secret room, which made people sincerely admire.
Burigude explained the doctrine, first walked up to Fang Wenqiang and held his head with one hand.
Fang Wenqiang did not struggle. The other party's powerful Qi entered his body through the Baihui point. This Qi was so powerful that the impact washed away his meridians, as if to drive away all impurities.
Slowly, Fang Wenqiang felt that several meridians that he had not paid much attention to before were getting hot air, and a huge Qi wheel appeared faintly in his body. The Qi machine was flowing and endless.
Burigude's hand left his hand, and he immediately walked to Fang Ming, doing the same thing.
Two hours later, the Fang brothers opened their eyes, their eyes flashed with light and then calmed down.
"Mahamudra Tantra requires diligent practice to open up the chakras in the body and communicate with the outside world."
Before leaving, Burigude gave another warning, and the Fang brothers thanked and said goodbye.