2. Sutra of the Sutra Library

Shaolin, Sutra Pavilion.

"Master, there is a cassock here."

A young monk holding a broken, old robes spread out, and there were lines of vermilion-red small characters on it. I don’t know how many years have passed, and the handwriting looks slightly blurred:

I'm back! But my master and brothers are gone, they have been dead for a long time.

Now, I'm going to die too!

I lived for too long and too tired in this life. I thought I was tired and able to be calm. But at this moment, facing death, all I left was confusion and panic.

When I was about to die, the clearest thing in my memory was the scene of having sex with my parents, brothers and younger sisters when I was a child.

The endless wind and snow in Chang'an City are flowing endlessly under the Yuema Bridge.

I always remember my father sticking to the ruler, scolding me and my elder brother for studying, remembering my mother sewing old clothes by the window, smiling and scolding us for being playful, remembering my younger sister running behind her, making noise, and constantly calling out "second brother"...

Although our lives are poor, we are very happy.

Why, why did this change come so quickly? It was like overnight, my elder brother was summoned to join the army, and soon the news of his death in battle came. My mother could not bear the blow and became ill since then. My father became silent and never scolded me again.

I was confused and I didn't know what was going on.

Later, I learned that there was a man named "Huang Chao" who rebelled.

The Emperor, who was unable to guard the city of Chang'an, fled with his civil and military officials, and burned the city in large numbers. In the end, what was left was a dilapidated imperial city and the same frightened refugees.

The chaotic army finally entered the city. They began to burn, kill, loot, and their parents died under the trampling of escaped refugees. Little sister, where is the chaotic sister? In the midst of the chaos, I heard the chaotic sister calling out loudly, "Second Brother Save Me", and the chaotic sister was pressed to the ground by several chaotic soldiers...

Beasts, beasts... how could they do such a thing that is inconsistent? My younger sister is only nine years old. I struggled to run over to save her, but I was kicked out without even the strength to resist.

I'm too weak.

...

I survived and wanted to take revenge, but I knew that with my current strength, I would never be able to take revenge in my ten lives.

I knelt outside the gate of Shaolin and crawled on the ground.

At that time, I only remember my father said that Emperor Taizong was rescued by Shaolin monks. Shaolin Temple's martial arts should be very powerful, right?

This is a chaotic time, and there are too many people who want to enter Shaolin to take refuge. I fainted outside the mountain gate. When I woke up, I had already arrived at the Sutra Pavilion and met my master.

I became a serving monk, helping my master manage the Sutra Library. My master and my senior brother were all very nice to me, but I never gave up on the idea of ​​revenge. Shaolin's martial arts are indeed profound, but it often takes decades to master one martial arts.

I can wait, but my enemies can't wait.

God felt sorry for me, and I accidentally discovered a fragment of martial arts. It was so exquisite that it could attract any master in the world to flock to it.

I ignored the opposition of my master and my brothers and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion.

I have already obtained the power of revenge.

The "Golden Armored Soldiers" who once shocked the world and fought the Tang army could not stop me. I cut off Huang Chao and Wang Xianzhi's head, but I didn't know where to go. My parents, brothers, and younger sisters could not even protect their corpses.

What else can I do now?

Drunk and lying on the knee of a beautiful woman, awakening to control the power of the world. It is said that this is what every man in the world dreams of, should I do this too?

At this time, there were three people in the world who were the most famous.

Murong Longcheng, Xiaoyaozi, Duan Jiansheng.

Murong Longcheng has a great talent and strategy, covering the world, creating the magical power of "Dou Zhuang Xing Shi" that shocked the world. Xiaoyaozi is amazing and elegant, elegant and elegant, and the magical power of Beiming, and the little Wuxiang master is the most contemporary. Duan Jiansheng transforms his finger into a sword, and is invincible. With his hand, the "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" beats all the heroes in the world...

But in the end, they all lost to me.

I defeated the strongest person in the world, became the number one person in the world, the number one myth in the martial arts world, and possessed supreme power, majesty, power... No one dared to go against my will again.

It seemed like a dream.

...

I have lived for two hundred years. Although my life has come to an end, I am unwilling to give up. It is time to take the last step.

I will test God's will.

I have read some ancient books, which record that in ancient times, people who cultivated Qi and practiced the heart of heaven and cultivated the great way of golden elixir. At this time, the clouds rose and the life spanned and the life spanned.

At the last moment of my life, I will imitate the ancient monks and burst out all my body strength in one fell swoop, completely condense the essence, qi and blood, and the internal true qi into one. If the essence is strong enough and the true power can condense into pills, perhaps, I will embark on an unprecedented path.

I cannot predict the result, but no matter what, the true energy is completely condensed, and the power that explodes is enough to destroy the fragment. I was just a commoner in Chang'an City, relying on it to get everything, and even what I should not have. Now, whether it is life or death, I will take it away together...

Mu Qingliu’s final writing!
Chapter completed!