"Alas, they are all miserable people," the abbot said, holding an oil lamp and walking out from the other end of the corridor.

"May I ask the abbot if he knows the life and name of the owner of the tomb?"

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes and shook his head slightly, "It's been too long. Please forgive me for not being able to remember clearly."

Shen Xingliu could only sigh, it was such a pity that such a hero didn't even know his name.

"However, it is said that he once left a large character on the cliff behind the temple."

"Can you take me to see it?"

The old monk nodded slightly and said, "Of course, please come here, donor!"

After receiving the permission, Shen Xingliu looked a little excited.

And Tang Xuanxuan also wanted to follow him and have a look, "Xiaolan, just take care of Xiaolang here. We'll come back as soon as we go."

"It's no problem, Sister Xuanxuan, feel free to go."

Ruan Xiaolan playfully patted her chest, "Leave this place to me."

...

"Hoo ho!"

At this time, the abbot held a dim oil lamp and led Shen Xingliu and the others to the back of the temple.

On the quiet mountain road, there are only slight footsteps and the sound of autumn wind blowing through the lights.

The abbot has not cultivated his internal strength, but he can walk so swiftly that even Shen Xingliu almost didn't catch up.

Only then did he remember that the leggings on his legs had not been removed, and he only felt sore in his calves.

Fortunately, the mountain road is not long, and we soon arrived at the cliff.

"Abbott, why are you here?"

Under the cliff, there were two monks who came forward and asked with concern.

The abbot smiled slightly and said, "No problem, I just want to take the two donors to read the calligraphy."

"I'm sorry for bothering you late at night, but I still hope to see Haihan." Shen Xingliu bowed to the two warrior monks.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are serious," the two monks clasped their hands together, "Little monk, go and light the torch for the donor."

After saying that, the two monks came to both sides of the cliff, looked at each other, and activated their inner strength.

Only two "puff" sounds were heard, and blazing fire burst into flames from the braziers standing on both sides.

Shen Xingliu took two steps forward, raised his head and looked at the firelight, and saw a large character appearing in front of his eyes, which was ten feet in size.

This character is painted with iron and has a silver hook. It is vigorous and powerful. It is the character for "blade". It was obviously carved by the general with a sword. It contains infinite mysteries and is very fascinating.

"Good words, good words..."

Shen Xingliu looked up at this big character, and it seemed as if there were thousands of troops fighting on the battlefield, or as if there was only a lonely knight-errant waving the sword in his hand.

No, it seems that there is more than just what is in front of you. What is it?

Shen Xingliu closed his eyes and thought deeply.

"Amitabha, the donor is indeed destined to this word, so let him stay here for one night." The abbot nodded and said happily.

Over the years, as long as someone wants to watch calligraphy, the abbot will bring them here. All the people who come are amazing and talented people, but they all return without success.

Only the young man in front of me resonated with this word. Could this be God's will?

"Abbott, let me take you down the mountain to rest." A monk said softly.

The abbot stroked his beard and smiled, "Although I am old, I can still walk these distances."

Being able to give this word and find the inheritor also solved his worries, "You just stay here to protect the benefactor, and I will go back by myself."

Let's talk. The abbot, who was always strong and strong, straightened his somewhat stooped back and went down the mountain.

After the two monks bid farewell to the abbot, they bent down and saluted Tang Xuanxuan: "Female donor, we still need to do evening classes, please help yourself."

"It should be." Tang Xuanxuan nodded slightly, found a stone and sat down.

Immediately, the monk went straight back to the stone futon and recited the Heart Sutra silently.

...

While Shen Xingliu was looking at the words, Tang Xuanxuan also looked over.

Isn’t it just an ordinary word? Why did you look at it for so long?

Just when her eyes felt sore, she looked at Shen Xingliu and found that there was a faint white light overflowing between his eyebrows.

"Is it because I saw it? Is it dazzling me?" Tang Xuanxuan rubbed her eyes, then looked at it intently, feeling a surge in her heart.

Monster, can you gain insight by just reading a word?

According to Shen Xingliu, he has already done internal meditation twice. Could it be that he is going to "see alone" this time?

However, it doesn't look like it.

At this time, Shen Xingliu was still standing there, raising his head slightly, closing his eyes and thinking.

I saw white light flashing in the center of his eyebrows, and every time the light group flashed, it would rotate in a circle.

With each turn, the light will get brighter, until finally, the light can illuminate most of the cliff.

At the same time, within Shen Xingliu's consciousness, the spiritual fish slowly flew out from the Tongtian River.

In the past, he tried every means but could not activate the big river, which was emitting a faint white fluorescence, as if it was pulled out by the will in that big character.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

For a moment, countless white rays of light shot out from Shen Xingliu's eyebrows, curling like light smoke and flying toward the cliff.

There seemed to be countless little black men hidden in the font, wielding beautiful sword skills one by one, and shooting toward his eyebrows.

The two monks turned a deaf ear to the sudden strange sight they saw, and didn't even raise their eyelids.

Time passed minute by minute, but what he didn't know was that in Yudu not far away, there were rows of officials kneeling in front of the palace hall.

An impeachment against him is also quietly beginning.

...

"Crack!"

In the royal palace, inside the royal study.

Huanghuang smashed the jade cup in his hand to pieces, and the maids and eunuchs waiting around him all fell to the ground and trembled.

Because these people have never seen His Majesty so angry.

"Your Majesty, please calm down, don't be so angry that the dragon body is broken." Eunuch Fei gently picked up the fragments on the ground and handed them to the little palace maid beside him.

At this moment, Emperor Yu was sitting on a low couch and gently closed his eyes. However, judging from his rising and falling chest, it was clear that he was very angry.

Eunuch Fei lowered his eyes, picked up the memorials scattered on the ground one by one, and placed them on the low table.

"Eunuch Fei, do you think I did something wrong?"

On the low couch, Huang Huang asked softly.

But Eunuch Fei was so frightened that he quickly bowed and said: "Your Majesty is a saint and will not make mistakes. If you make mistakes, it will be the fault of those ministers."

In the imperial study room, after a long silence, Emperor Yu stood up, picked up a memorial, and read it again.

The memorial stated that Shen Xingliu colluded with the water bandits and mobilized government soldiers without authorization.

Emperor Yu frowned and was very unhappy. These stubborn old men knew clearly that it was me who had given the order, but they were still biting Shen Xingliu.

On weekdays, a group of civil and military ministers only know how to report good news but not bad news. Didn't I just give him a gold medal? Can I make you jealous like this? Or is it someone deliberately pushing it?

No matter what the reason is, it seems that there is no way to escape, so just go and see them.

"Hey, Your Majesty, please put on your shoes. It's cold and dewy, so be careful of your body."

I saw Emperor Yu getting off the low couch with his bare feet and wearing only a light yellow underwear. Holding the memorial in his fingertips, he put his hands behind his back and staggered towards Fengtian Hall.

"Let's go and drive to Fengtian Palace!"

In the palace, no one knew what happened. It was not until the fourth watch that a group of ministers dispersed.

The Nanyun court has a court meeting every five days. After today's dismissal, the ministers can also have a good rest.

...

Early morning of the second day.

Kasyapa Temple on Purple Jade Mountain.

The little novice monk is leading Little Wolf and Ruan Xiaolan at the gate of the temple, waiting for the two people going to the back mountain.

"Brother Shen..."

Little Wolf sniffed his nose, turned around and saw Shen Xingliu and the others in the distance.

After a night of induction, Shen Xingliu felt refreshed and seemed to have reached another level.
To be continued...