The Gao family's martial arts was inherited from Shaolin, and its roots were from Zen. Therefore, a Buddhist temple was built at home, which worshipped Buddhist Bodhisattvas, Vajras, and Arhats. Gao Xuejiang led his family's children to burn incense and worship every day to show that they would remember the source and not forget the root. In order to please his father, Gao Luoxin specially presented a statue of Guanyin Master. Later, the statue was placed in the Gao family's Buddhist temple.

The weather was hot in the afternoon, and I had to sweat if I took one step more. It was rare for people in the huge tall house. Gao Luoxin led Wu Dong and Qiao Hui to the outside of the Buddhist temple, waved his hand to signal them to enter by themselves, and hide under the shade of the tree to cool off.

When I opened the empty door, I saw a statue of the Buddha, which was nearly meter tall, with a solemn appearance and a glittering gold powder all over my body. There were dozens of Buddha statues of different sizes and shapes on the wooden frames on the left and right sides, including many Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the legend of Buddhism, which were not detailed. The decoration of the Buddhist temple was simple and solemn, with sandalwood everywhere, and there were eternal lights at the four corners.

Qiao Hui crossed the threshold and bowed to the Buddha three times respectfully. Wu Dong didn't care, looked at the Buddha statue on the right and smiled, "It's it!"

Qiao Hui looked along the guidance and saw a statue of Guanyin Master about three feet tall standing quietly, forming a Buddha seal in one hand, holding a clean bottle in the other hand, and stepping on the lotus platform. His eyes seemed to see through the sorrow and pain in the world, and his face showed a compassionate look, and the Buddha's light was faintly emitted, which made people feel respect at first sight. If a devout Buddhist saw it, he would definitely crawl and worship.

What a vivid and vivid statue of Bodhisattva, worthy of being a masterpiece of the master!

Qiao Hui's voice trembled with excitement: "The emperor will live up to the hard work!"

Wu Dong said in confusion: "Although this Guanyin statue is excellent in carving, it is not a rare treasure. Why do you have to find it?"

Qiao Hui smiled without saying a word, flashed to the wooden frame, picked up the statue with his arms and moved it to the eternal lamp to set it aside. He had obtained a Buddha statue in the ruins of the Ruins of the Reincarnation Temple. Through observation and understanding, he understood the mystery of the flying sword of the Gu Daxia. He shot Dan Taili, a master of the evil sect, and was shocked by all his skills. However, the knife intention on the broken arms was not complete, and the patterns left by the carving knife were not clear. In fact, what he had obtained was limited, and the secret technique of the flying sword master was incomplete, which was still a huge gap from the realm of the ancient hero's sword being shocked. Today, he finally saw a complete statue, which could complete the sword technique and understand the perfect sword intention, which would help him thoroughly understand the mystery of the Xiaogu flying sword.

Qiao Hui approached the statue, carefully observed each knife mark up, down, left and right, front and back, and stretched out his fingers to gently rub and press the knife mark, carefully distinguishing the depth and changes of each knife's strength, as if a magical scroll of unparalleled world-class painting was unfolded in front of him, with his expression intoxicated and soon entered the realm of forgetting both things and me.

I saw the divine light in his eyes, and the invisible sword aura covered his body layer by layer, fluctuating with his heart.

Wu Dong looked at Qiao Hui's every move in surprise, and a huge wave broke out in his heart. It turned out that this Guanyin statue actually had a rare sword technique hidden in the world! No wonder Qiao Hui pursued it hard and went thousands of miles to buy it!

The cold sword intent was pressing his eyebrows, forcing Wu Dong to step back step by step. He remembered that he sold the Buddha statue for only 100 taels of silver that day, and his intestines were so regretful that he was so blue.

Wu Dong retreated to the door and stood firmly, clenched his fists tightly, and his mood was difficult to describe. Even his father didn't know this shocking secret. His father ignored his peerless sword technique for decades and tried his best to study the sword technique he passed on from family. Unfortunately, he ended up losing repeatedly. He thought that his qualifications were stupid and did not realize the essence of sword technique. After being hit, he retired sadly and lived with wine. The Wu family declined from prosperity, his mother died of depression, and he experienced the coldness of the world since he was a child!

If my father had discovered this secret twenty years earlier, the family would not have suffered so much.

Wu Dong sighed regretfully, why did his grandfather leave a mystery before his death, and did not take the initiative to reveal the extraordinaryness of the Buddha statue? What was he concerned about? If Qiao Hui had not appeared suddenly, they would have been in the dark for the rest of their lives and would never have guessed the answer to the mystery.

Unfortunately, time cannot go back, and no regret can change the fact that the founding is true. Wu Dong secretly vowed that his father's tragedy must never be repeated in this life!

I don't know how long it took, the knife intention that filled the air was rolling back and sank into Qiao Hui's body. He sat cross-legged beside the Buddha statue, his eyes drooped, and held a short knife in the palm of his right hand. His breathing was deep and long, as if he was meditating and regulating his breathing, and as if he was warming the knife intention.

Wu Dong was beating with enthusiasm, and stood on tiptoe and moved closer to the statue of Guanyin Master like a cat. He first widened his eyes to observe the knife marks and patterns, and then stretched out his hands to touch the statue one by one. With Qiao Hui's demonstration, he followed suit and tried to master the wonderful peerless sword technique.

Just at this moment, Gao Luoxin leaned in from the door with a chubby round face and shouted impatiently: "Hey, you guys..." His eyes narrowed, and he suddenly saw Wu Dong wandering on the Guanyin statue with both hands, and he spitted his saliva with a thud, and he couldn't bear to look at him. His lips trembled and he murmured: "You know people but you don't know your heart! I'm so blind! Wu Dasha, just for your perverted habit, the fourth sister can't marry you."

Wu Dong's mind was immersed in martial arts and had no time to pay attention to the movements and stillness of the outside world. He rubbed and touched the traces over and over again, and many messy lines appeared in his mind, gradually intertwined and connected, forming mysterious and complex patterns.

What if these patterns are regarded as the trajectory of the long sword running?

Wu Dong's mind was shocked, and subconsciously used his right arm as the knife, stepped on his feet, and waved his hands in the Buddhist temple, as if possessed by a ghost. He sometimes waved his arms quickly, sometimes concentrating his feet and pondering, sometimes flashing left and right, and the cold wind in the house was blowing, causing the lights to almost go out.

As dusk approached, the two men returned to "sooth" one after another, looking at each other and laughing.

Wu Dong said frankly: "Brother Qiao, I will try to get this Buddha statue back to the Wu family. No matter how much the price it costs, it will not be sold to you."

Qiao Hui smiled and said, "Thank you Brother Wu for your blessing. I have benefited a lot from this trip, and I am enough to wish!"

Wu Dong said seriously: "I would like to ask me not to publicize the secrets about Buddha statues."

Qiao Hui said: "A man is innocent and possesses a treasure. There are too many incidents of killing people in the world! Brother Wu, don't worry, I will never do such unethical things that harm others and do not benefit myself."

Wu Dong nodded: "I believe in you!"

The two walked out of the Buddhist temple and saw Gao Luoxin sleeping soundly on the stone table, saliva flowing, and he looked a bit naive. Wu Dong slapped him without hesitation: "Where is your father now? I have something important to talk to him."

Gao Luoxin rubbed his head, looked at Wu Dong's palm and felt a chill. He quickly retreated: "My father had the big banquet for guests tonight, how can I have time to chat with you? Come again tomorrow!"

"Great banquet for guests?"

Wu Dong swallowed, ignored Gao Luoxin's struggle and hugged his shoulder tightly, and said with a smile: "When will the banquet start? We are also guests of the Gao family, why don't we notify us to attend the banquet? Xiao Ba, you can't be too snobbish. Can't the Gao family squeeze out two pairs of dishes?"
Chapter completed!