1. The story of the dragon

"Senior brother, Xiao's father and son make a big fuss in Shaolin, forcing Abbot Xuanci to death, which makes Qiannian Baosha shame and makes the martial arts world laugh. Could it be that Xiao Feng and the Khitan warriors go down the mountain? What's the face of my Shaolin Temple?"

The heroes of the world gathered in Shaoshi Mountain to select the leader of the martial arts world, but in the end it turned out to be a farce. Abbot Xuanci committed suicide on the spot, and Shaolin Temple was in charge of the overall situation and became the most senior monks of the Xuan generation.

He sent the heroes down the mountain, and Xuan Mie came to report to the new abbot Xuansheng, with a look of dissatisfaction.

Xuansheng sighed: "In the battle of Yanmen Pass, Senior Brother Xuanci made a big mistake. Today, the cause and effect have been resolved, and all the old grudges have been eliminated. Now, even the donor Xiao has converted to Buddhism, and the grudges and hatreds, and the past have been gone."

"The Khitan has always been ambitions and is eyeing the Central Plains. Xiao Feng is now the king of the Southern Court of Liao. If one day Yelu Hongji ordered him to lead troops to attack Song, who would resist with his extraordinary martial arts?"

"I have decided, my junior brother doesn't need to say much."

Xuan Miezhi couldn't persuade him, and stomped his feet and sighed: "I'm afraid that the tiger will return to the mountain will be incredible disasters."

Xuansheng turned around and looked at the back mountain. When he thought about what he had just heard from the sweeping monk, even though he had been through decades of meditation, he felt shocking and thrilling. His eyes flashed faintly, but he sighed in his heart.

"I became a monk in my thirties and stayed in Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years. I thought I had known the temple for a long time, but I knew that what I had shown before me was just the tip of the iceberg. If it weren't for the fierce fighting between Xiao and Murong and his sons in the Sutra Pavilion today, I would probably not know that there would be such a person in this world in another hundred years."

"The martial arts world has always fought for strength and looked down on each other. Anyone with high martial arts skills thinks that they are the best in the world. But I didn't know that someone had already reached the cliff and became an extraordinary person... Alas!"

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"The master's Buddhism is profound and profound in harmony with the Buddhist principles. I beg the master to teach the meaning of the sutras and explain the Dharma to his disciples?" Xuansheng bowed and said in reverse.

The sweeping monk smiled and said, "Master, please come up. I am here to offer you all the masters' orders in Shaolin Temple. How dare Master Xuansheng perform this great gift?"

Xuansheng just thought he had agreed to his request and said happily: "Thank you, Master."

The sweeping monk shook his head and sighed, "I have only learned the meaning of the subtle sutra for decades. How can I be qualified to preach Zen principles to all masters? Master Xuansheng will not discuss this."

When the old monk saw Xuansheng faintly feeling disappointed, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Master, don't be disappointed. Although I am not qualified, I know that there is a senior master in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. Not only is his martial arts extraordinary and saint, but he is shocked by the past and present. He also has superb Buddhist teachings, not inferior to any ancestors and monks, but he can be the teacher of all monks."

Xuansheng said in surprise: "There is a senior master in the back mountain. Why have you never heard anyone mention it?"

"The master should not be surprised. This senior is mysterious. The dragon is not seen at the head but not at the tail. The martial arts are so powerful that he has never seen anyone. It is common sense for all the monks to know that. I was once plotted against by my enemy and was seriously injured. Fortunately, I met this senior to rescue him in a desperate situation. Later, I received guidance and could be able to practice with Zen Master Fahui."

"It turns out that the master is actually a disciple of the master, and the disciples meet with the uncle of the master."

Xuansheng looked awe-inspiring, and worshiped Taoism again respectfully. Shaolin Temple has a thousand-year-old ancient temple, with different generations. The Xuan word is spiritual, Tao, and Dharma. This old monk is actually a tragic monk with a terrifying seniority.

The sweeping monk smiled and said, "Although I am lucky enough to listen to Zen Master Fahui's teachings, I have never worshipped the Zen Master and dare not be a great monk."

Xuansheng's expression moved and suddenly said, "According to what Master said, is the senior in the back mountain the old friend of Zen Master Fahui?"

"I have thought about this before, but when the Zen master was alive, he was very respectful to that senior, and even held the etiquette of his disciples. I think this senior is of higher seniority than the Zen master."

Xuan Sheng said in a trembling voice: "Zen Master Fahui is skilled in martial arts and is superb. He has lived to be one hundred and ten years later. Now he has passed away for more than forty years. How old is this... that senior?"

The old monk bent his fingers and calculated, after a while, shook his head, with an apology on his face, and said, "How old is... I don't know. When did that happen when I came to Shaolin? By the way, it seems fifty-two years ago or fifty-three years. I remember that Zhenzong had just passed away and Renzong succeeded to the throne. That senior looked like he was 300 years old, and Zen Master Fahui was over 100 years old. I was still the senior who was only of high seniority, but later I gradually realized that the senior was not only high seniority, but also very old."

The old monk slowly turned his head and looked at Xuansheng. Seeing that his eyes were dull, as if he had no sight of the object, but as if he was hidden in his heart, each of which was clearly seen through by him, he couldn't help but feel furious and uncomfortable all over his body. The old monk sighed and said, "Later, another forty or fifty years passed, I gradually got old. Oh... No matter how heroic he was, he was so beautiful that he had the best martial arts, he would be just a red pink skeleton, a piece of yellow earth. The most powerful martial arts in this world could not beat time..."

"But the years seem to have not affected that senior at all. He is still exactly the same as when he saved me."

When the old monk said this, he raised his broom and swept the sutra pavilion, sighed, "For this matter, the Sutra pavilion should be purified for a long time. I will say this, Master Xuansheng, please come back. As for the matter in the back mountain, please consider it yourself. That senior is unique and strange in nature. If he can get the gift, it is naturally a great fate. If that senior refuses to show up, it will be insufficient opportunities and cannot force it. Good, good."

...

The cliffs of the back mountain, the edges of the deep valleys between the steep mountains.

A middle-aged man who was indescribable and elegant, calm and composed, stood with his hands behind his back. His temples were slightly white, but there was a faint smile on the corners of his mouth. Under the bitter mountain wind, the brocade robe blew and blew away the smile on the corners of his mouth.

"Mu Qingliu, it's been two hundred and thirty years!"
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