Chapter 184: The first step towards high martial arts
There are more than 200 masters in Shaolin Temple named He Zudao in Kunlun Mountain, including many old monks who have not been out for a long time. This shows that the monks in Shaolin Temple attach great importance to and fear He Zudao.
It turns out that He Zudao sneaked into the Arhat Hall a few days ago and silently left a note in the hands of Arhat Subduing the Dragon under the eyes of all the eminent monks in the temple. This martial art had shocked the abbot, Wu Se, and Wu Pian.
A few days later, Pan Tiangeng and others arrived from the Western Regions. When they mentioned that He Zudao and the Shaolin from the Western Regions had agreed to compete at the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain, the eminent monks in the temple became even more wary.
Due to the long distance, the Shaolin branch of the Western Regions has rarely exchanged information with the Shaolin School of Zhongzhou for decades. However, all the eminent monks in the temple know that the great uncle of the Shaolin Temple, Zen Master Kuhui, who went to the Western Regions to start the sect, has amazing attainments in martial arts. He passed down the legend that
His disciples, disciples and grandsons are also extraordinary.
Listening to the words of Pan Tiangeng and others, they did not dare to look down upon the Three Saints of Kunlun. They expected that the good ones would not come and the coming ones would be bad, so the temple immediately stepped up its precautions.
The abbot also passed down a decree that all monks and lay disciples within 500 miles should return to the temple to listen. Only in this way can there be more than 200 masters. When Guo Xiang appeared, the eminent monks in the temple were tempted to test him, and finally led to Zen Master Wuse.
, the root cause is that He Zudao came from the east of Kunlun Mountain to spread the word, and made an appointment with the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions to fight for the ownership of the "Sword Master".
Abbot Tianming clasped his hands together and said, "Your Majesty, I think it is the Three Saints of Kunlun, He Shi, and the old monk was unable to welcome you from afar, so he begged for forgiveness."
He Zudao bowed and saluted, and said: "He Zudao, who was born late, has such a crazy reputation as the 'Three Saints', how can he be so righteous! It is very uneasy to disturb the temple, and it has alarmed all the eminent monks to come out of the temple to greet him. How can he be restrained?"
Tianming thought to himself: "This crazy man is not crazy at all. Look at him, he is only about thirty years old, how can he defeat Pan Tiangeng and three others in one fell swoop?" He said: "He layman, you are welcome, please come in and serve tea. This
You are a female lay practitioner..." He said with a rather embarrassed tone.
He Zudao heard the sound of the sky and wanted to deny Guo Xiang entry into the temple. He immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, saying: "Old abbot, I came to Bao Temple late in life because I was entrusted by someone to pass on a message. Once I said this, it turned out that
You can go and clap your hands if you want, but the Buddhist temple favors boys over girls, and there are too many inexplicable rules and precepts, which makes it difficult for you to be born late. It should be noted that the Buddha Dharma is boundless, and all living beings are the same. If you mistakenly differentiate between men and women, your mind will be blocked."
Abbot Tianming, the abbot of Shaolin, must be very open-minded, and immediately nodded and said: "Thank you for the advice, layman. It seems stingy for our Shaolin Temple to separate men and women. So please invite Miss Guo to come and serve tea."
Abbot Tianming said and stepped aside. Next to him, the number one master of the Wuzi generation and the first Zen Master of the Bodhidharma Academy, Wuxiang Zen Master, took a step forward and said sternly: "With just one word from layman He, I want our Shaolin Temple to give up what has been practiced for thousands of years."
Although the rules are all right, it still depends on whether the person speaking is really capable or is just a wasted reputation. He layman, please leave a hand so that the monks can broaden their horizons, and also convince the whole temple and know what the temple does.
Who broke the thousand-year-old rules?"
Guo Xiang saw the sad look on Monk Wu Se's face and whispered: "That Zen Master Wu Se is a good friend of mine. You two families must not harm the harmony. You'd better leave after passing on the message."
He Zudao nodded and said, "That's good."
As he spoke, he looked at Tianming and said, "Old abbot, there is a Zen Master Jue Yuan in your temple. Who is he? I have been entrusted by someone and I have something to tell him."
Tianming sent someone to call Jue Yuan, but when they met, he felt that he was afraid of Jue Yuan. He became more and more angry at his rudeness and started to attack him aggressively.
He Zudao said that although this was just to spread the word, he also wanted to prove his martial arts. If he could become famous in one fell swoop, he would be able to promote the Kunlun Sect.
But since he was revered as the "Three Saints" of the Three Arts of Qin, Chess and Sword by people in the Western Regions, He Zudao had already planned how to defeat Shaolin and become famous.
But at this time Guo Xiang was beside him,
She didn't want to fight with Shaolin, so He Zudao suddenly had an idea, leaned over and picked up a sharp-edged stone, and suddenly started to draw vertical and horizontal lines on the bluestone in front of the temple.
In an instant, a large chessboard with 19 vertical and horizontal lines was drawn.
The longitude and latitude lines are straight, as if they were bounded by a ruler, and each line is more than an inch deep into the stone slab.
This stone slab was paved with bluestone from Shaoshi Mountain. It was as hard as iron and had not been worn out much by people coming and going for hundreds of years. He casually swung a sharp stone and it actually dug in more than an inch. This kind of internal strength is really rare in the world.
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Although the old Zen masters of Shaolin Temple are all highly cultivated people who can express their emotions and anger, He Zudao still saw that most of them were nervous and nervous. He was overjoyed and said with a smile: "It's too overbearing to compete with swords, and the music of piano can't compete."
.Since the great monk is happy, how about we play a game of chess?"
As soon as He Zudao's amazing skill of drawing stones with his hands was revealed, Tian Ming, Wu Color, Wu Xiang and the seven elders of the Xin Chan Hall all looked at each other with shock.
Abbot Tianming knew that no one in the temple could match this man's powerful inner strength. He was so bright and happy, and was about to admit defeat when he suddenly heard the sound of iron chains dragging the floor.
I saw Jue Yuan walking forward carrying a pair of large iron buckets, followed by a tall young man. Jue Yuan held the iron pole with his left hand, saluted Tianming with a single palm of his right hand, and said, "I am called by the old abbot."
Tianming said: "This layman He has something to tell you."
Jue Yuan turned around and saw He Zudao, but he didn't recognize him. He said, "Little monk Jue Yuan, what are your instructions?"
He Zudao finished drawing the chess game and said, "It's not too late to say this slowly. Which great monk will follow me to play a game of chess first?"
Zen Master Tianming said: "How can a layman draw a stone to form a pattern? Such a magical skill has never been seen in my life. The monks in our temple are willing to bow down."
After listening to Tianming's words, Jue Yuan looked at the big chess game on the stone slab and realized that this person actually came to the temple to show off his martial arts. He then picked up the big iron bucket, took a breath, and poured out all the skills he had practiced throughout his life.
He lowered his legs and walked step by step across the boundary line of the chess game.
I saw the iron chain dragging across his feet, and a mark about ten inches wide appeared on the stone slab. The boundary drawn by He Zudao was immediately erased.
When the monks saw it, they couldn't help but cheer loudly. Tianming, Wu Se, and Wu Pian were even more surprised. Who would have thought that this stupid old monk could have such profound internal skills? They had lived in the same temple with him for decades, but yet
Didn't see any clues.
Tianming and others knew that no matter how strong a person's inner strength was, it would be impossible to leave a mark on the stone slab, because Jue Yuan picked up a pair of large iron buckets, filled with water, weighing more than four hundred kilograms in total.
, these hundreds of kilograms of force are transmitted from his shoulders to the iron chains on his feet, dragging them forward, like a big chisel hammering on a stone slab. Only then can the boundary drawn by He Zudao be shoveled away. If Jue Yuan is empty
Okay, that's absolutely impossible.
If we were to use all our energy to step on broken stone slabs, Tianming and the seven elders of Xin Chan Hall would think they could do it. However, this would undoubtedly be even more embarrassing than giving up on their own. However, Jue Yuan's miraculous skills were so overwhelming.
One end
He Zudao shouted loudly: "Great monk, you have such profound internal strength, I can't compare to you!"
Then he pulled out his sword and said, "I'm here to learn the martial arts from the great monk!"
He Zudao's sword stabbing move was weird, and it was different from the sword techniques of various schools in the Central Plains. However, the expressions of Tianming, Wuxiang, Wuse, etc. all changed.
Jue Yuan's internal skills had been practiced to the point where he could send and receive them freely without any dissatisfaction. A few years ago, after listening to Emperor Qingxuan's Tai Su Hua Sheng Kung in Huashan, his skills improved greatly. Gradually, he was able to visualize the Great Sun Tathagata and many more things.
My thoughts are everywhere and I have magical powers.
Therefore, facing He Zudao's sword move, which even the Shaolin abbot found difficult to parry, Jue Yuan just swung the bucket and blocked it in front of him.
With a "dang" sound, the tip of the sword pierced the iron bucket. The sword body was flexible and instantly bent into an arc.
He Zudao quickly sheathed his long sword and swung it out casually. Jue Yuan's iron bucket in his left hand crossed over and blocked it again.
He Zudao thought to himself: "No matter how good your martial arts skills are, these iron barrels are always extremely heavy. How can they block my fast attack? If you fight with bare hands, I will be afraid." He stretched out his fingers on the sword and struck it.
The sound of the sword buzzed, like a dragon's roar, shouting: "Great monk, be careful!" Where the long sword trembled, from front to back, left and right, he made 4416 moves in an instant.
The sword light of these sixteen moves flickered, like a white shadow surrounding Jue Yuan.
Although Jue Yuan did not understand martial arts moves, he seemed to know where the tip of He Zudao's sword would land. He ignored the occasional changes in feint moves and just swung the iron barrel at will to block all sword moves.
He Zudao saw that his most powerful "Thunder Sword Technique" was actually useless to Jue Yuan. He immediately forgot the instructions of his senior brother and activated his most powerful Xiantian Qi. The long sword suddenly spit out sword light, and then it was beyond.
The rainbow penetrates the sun and pierces Jueyuan's chest.
The speed, power, and heat of this sword have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Tianming, Wu Se, and Wu Xiang have all seen Yang Mingming reveal the Dugu Nine Swords. Naturally, the three of them have no idea that this sword has also reached the peak.
Yang Ming's swordsmanship is the kind of supreme state that washes away all the charisma and returns to the original nature.
None of the old monks in the Shaolin Temple could resist. Worried about Jueyuan's safety, Wusewuxiang shouted in unison: "How can a layman be merciful with his sword!" Guo Xiang also said: "Don't kill me!"
The masters moved each other with a single move. He Zudao already knew that Jue Yuan's martial arts was not inferior to his own. He had already used all his strength to strike this sword and could not stop it in a hurry.
Jue Yuan didn't know much about martial arts, but he combined the mental skills he had learned from Tai Su Hua Sheng Gong with the Nine Yang Divine Kung Fu to develop a miraculous stunt. With his hands together, he was able to clamp He Zudao's iron sword with a pair of fleshy palms.
The sword radiance that was breathed out on the sword blade was enough to make a blow, and was silently suppressed and crushed by Jue Yuan's pure Yang Qi.
He Zudao struggled to take it back, but even if he used his innate power with all his strength, he couldn't take any of it.
In a hurry, He Zudao was worried that the old monk would attack him with his strong internal power through the long sword, so he immediately withdrew his hand and struck out with a palm. This palm power used the Liangyi Magic Skill and Luoyan Palm that he had practiced hard for twenty years.
It combines the power of innate skills to increase its power.
He Zudao believed that the power of this palm was equivalent to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of Guo Daxia and Hong Lao Gang leader, and he was afraid that he could maintain an undefeated situation.
Jue Yuan felt that Tai Su Jiu Yang Kung Fu was able to protect his body, but he didn't even want to dodge and let He Zudao hit him in the chest with his palm.
Tian Ming, Colorless and Wuxiang's expressions changed, and they cried out in pain, while the seven elders of Xin Chan Hall's expressions darkened.
Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao both shouted and rushed over.
But before Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao could get closer, an irresistible force suddenly came from Jue Yuan's chest and He Zhidao was knocked back several steps.
Zhang Junbao had a deep love for master and disciple, and he had already jumped on him, using the "reaching in all directions" technique that Yang Ming had taught him in the past, and swiping his palm to hit He Zudao on the shoulder.
He Zudao was not only unable to hurt Jue Yuan when he was hit by Jue Yuan's rebound, but his breath was uneven. For a moment, he couldn't care less about resisting Zhang Junbao's palm, and with a pop, he was hit on the shoulder.
Unexpectedly, at such a young age, Zhang Junbao had amazing palm skills and deep internal strength. He was unsteady on his feet and took three steps back diagonally to the left.
He Zudao said angrily: "The land of Crouching Tigers and Hidden Dragons in Shaolin Temple is really extraordinary. Even a young boy can have such skills. Good boy, let's compare and contrast. You only need to take ten of my moves. He Zudao will never succeed.
earth."
With that said, he hit Zhang Junbao on the chest.
Jue Yuan and Wu Se Wu Teng tried to stop him but it was too late, but they saw that Zhang Junbao was not moving on his heels, and with a sway of his shoulders, he used the move "Tell the Heart" taught by Yang Ming back then.
He Zudao already knew that this young man's internal strength was far superior to that of Pan Tiangeng and the other three. Unexpectedly, he was also very skilled in his moves, and he could strike with his palms as soon as he closed them.
Zhang Junbao did not have the opportunity to get the Iron Arhat from Guo Xiang and learn the Arhat Fist this time, because the Iron Arhat in Wu Se's hand was not sent out, so facing He Zudao's punch, Zhang Junbao could only use the power taught by Yang Ming
The strongest move is "reaching in all directions" to parry.
With a bang of fists and palms, Zhang Junbao took five steps back. He Zudao bumped forward, his face changed color. He felt that this move was extremely powerful and contained endless back moves. It was really a superb martial arts, and what was even more valuable was Zhang Junbao.
His internal strength is profound and broad. If he didn't practice innate skills, he might not be able to defeat him.
He Zudao was about to take action again when he caught a glimpse of Guo Xiang looking at the young man nervously. His expression changed, and the distracting thoughts in his mind turned around and he lost his temper.
Thinking of myself in her thirties, what's the glory of defeating a boy within ten moves? Nowadays, Miss Guo Xiang may have regarded her martial arts as ordinary...
Thinking of this, He Zudao bowed his head to Master Tianming and said: "Shaolin Temple's martial arts have been famous for thousands of years. It is really not trivial. Today, Kuang Sheng's eyes are opened, and he realizes that despite the great reputation, there is no real talent. Admire, admire!"
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As he spoke, he turned around, pointed his toes, and was already floating several feet away.
"Master Jue Yuan, that person asked me to tell you something, saying, 'The scriptures are in monkeys'."
As soon as he stopped talking, he counted on his toes and went far away. His movement was so fast that it is rare to see him.
Jue Yuan frowned and said: "What monkey? Could it be that the scriptures are in the hands of the apes they traveled with back then? But where should we find the apes now?"
At this time, the powerful enemy of our sect was repulsed by Master Jue Yuan and Zhang Junbao. All the disciples of Bodhidharma Hall and Luohan Hall thought that it was unexpected that our temple was in danger today, and it was this young boy who took the lead to drive away the powerful enemy. The old abbot
There will definitely be a great reward, and the master who taught him internal martial arts and boxing skills will surely be honored and favored.
However, a lean old monk among the seven elders of Xinchan suddenly said: "Who taught this disciple the martial arts?" His voice was extremely sharp, like the cry of an owl in the cold night. Everyone who heard it was stunned.
I couldn't help but shudder.
Tianming, Wu Se, and Wu Feng all had this question in their minds, and they all looked at Jue Yuan and Zhang Junbao.
Master Jue Yuan and his disciples stood blankly, speechless for a moment.
Tianming said: "Although Jue Yuan's internal skills are excellent, he has not learned boxing skills. That young man's internal skills may have been taught by Jue Yuan, but his boxing and kicking martial arts are definitely not Buddhist martial arts, but who taught him?"
Seeing Zhang Junbao standing still, the old monk suddenly raised his eyebrows, with a murderous look on his face, and said sternly: "I'm asking you, who taught you your brilliant boxing skills just now?"
Zhang Junbao had only fought three moves with He Zudao just now, but he used the three superb martial arts taught by Yang Ming.
After three moves, He Zudao gave up and retreated. Everyone only thought that Zhang Junbao had a complete set of superb martial arts. They remembered that Zhang Junbao was just a handyman, but he had learned the advanced internal skills of his sect, and he also possessed other martial arts. His origin was unknown.
I don't know if anyone has trained me.
Jue Yuan knew that this old monk in the Xin Chan Hall was very senior and was the uncle of the abbot Tianming Zen Master. Seeing that he was so harsh towards Zhang Junbao, he was greatly puzzled. However, seeing his eyes full of resentment, a sudden thought occurred in his mind.
Flashing like lightning, he remembered the incident of Huo Gong Tutuo stealing his master and defecting more than seventy years ago, and knew that after this battle, the martial arts of Shaolin Temple declined for decades.
From then on, the temple rules were set that anyone who secretly learned martial arts without being taught by a teacher would be punished by death if found out, or the whole body's muscles and veins would be severed, making him a cripple.
Zhang Junbao is not a disciple of the Shaolin Temple, he is just a servant. If he followed the internal skills he learned, he would be able to gain the status of a disciple and achieve perfection by doing meritorious service today. However, he also learned the martial arts taught by layman Yang, which obviously aroused his inner Zen.
The seventh elder's worry is that he brought Yi into the temple in order to steal Shaolin magic.
Jue Yuan suddenly had cold sweat all over his back. He was only worried that the seniors of the temple would defeat Jun Bao without giving him a chance. He immediately shouted: "Old abbot, this... it is no wonder that Jun Bao... was Yang Yang on Huashan Mountain back then.
According to the layman..."
Before he finished speaking, the leader of the Bodhidharma Hall, Wuxiang Zen Master, shouted: "All the disciples of the Bodhidharma Hall stepped forward and captured this young man."
The eighteen disciples of Bodhidharma Hall immediately rushed out and surrounded Jue Yuan and Zhang Junbao from all sides.
The eighteen disciples occupied a very large area, and even Guo Xiang was surrounded in the middle.
The old monk in the Heart Meditation Hall shouted loudly: "All the disciples in the Luohan Hall, why don't you come forward together!"
The one hundred and eight disciples of Luohan Hall responded like thunder: "Yes!" and formed three circles around the eighteen disciples of Bodhidharma Hall.
For ten years, Jue Yuan and his disciple had been dependent on each other, and they were like father and son. Knowing that the temple had closed its gates for a period of time due to the accident that year, which greatly damaged their vitality, the elders of the sect felt sad.
Now I am afraid that someone who may endanger the temple will appear again. Where can I find out the details in such a turbulent situation?
As long as Zhang Junbao is captured, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will become a cripple.
But I heard Zen Master Wuxiang shout: "If you don't take action yet, when will we wait?" The eighteen disciples of Bodhidharma Hall all announced the Buddha's name and stepped forward.
Jueyuan didn't have time to think, and suddenly turned around in a circle, and two large iron barrels flew out. The strong wind forced the monks to not move forward. He then swung the barrels, and all the water in the iron barrels splashed out, and passed sideways.
There are two buckets, the left iron bucket carries Guo Xiang, and the right iron bucket carries Zhang Junbao.
He turned around seven or eight times in a row, and the pair of large iron barrels were pushed open by his powerful internal force, like a meteor hammer, and the wind blew so hard that no one could stand within a foot.
All the disciples of the Bodhidharma Hall ducked away, and the disciples of the Arhat Hall were even more unable to get close.
Jue Yuan found the path, walked as fast as flying, picked up Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang and stepped down the mountain.
The monks shouted to give chase, but the sound of the iron chains dragging the ground gradually faded away. After chasing for four or five miles, the sound of the iron chains could not be heard at all.
Jue Yuan picked up two people in one load and ran straight for more than a hundred miles before stopping.
All I saw was a deep mountain, surrounded by dusk and crows.
Although Jue Yuan's internal strength was strong, he was already exhausted even though he was risking his life for a while, and the monk's robes on his chest and back were soaked with sweat.
Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang jumped out of the bucket, each held an iron bucket and put it down from his shoulders.
Zhang Junbao said: "Master, you have a rest, I will go find some food."
After searching for half a day, I only picked a handful of strawberries.
The three of them ate randomly and rested against a rock.
After resting for a while, Jueyuan didn't know how to meditate. For a while, his legs and feet were sore and weak, and he couldn't stop coughing.
Guo Xiang gently patted his back and said, "You are tired, please sleep for a while."
Zhang Junbao gathered some dry firewood, made a fire, and dried the clothes on Guo Xiang and himself.
The three of them slept under the big tree.
Guo Xiang slept until midnight when she suddenly heard Jue Yuan murmuring to himself, as if he was reciting sutras. She immediately woke up from the haze and heard him reciting: "... His strength can only hinder my fur, and my intention has already penetrated into it.
In the bones..."
Guo Xiang's heart shivered: "What he is reciting is not a Buddhist sutra, but seems to be a martial arts sutra."
He paused for a moment and then said: "...Qi is like a wheel, and the whole body must follow it..."
When Guo Xiang heard this, she knew that he was reciting the essentials of martial arts, and thought to herself: "Could it be that what he was muttering in his mouth was the Nine Suns Sutra?"
Thinking of this, she was afraid of disturbing Jue Yuan's thoughts, so she quietly sat up, listened to the scriptures, secretly memorized them, and thought to herself: "If what he is reciting is really the Nine Yang Sutra, it is so mysterious and subtle that it cannot be understood in a moment.
I'll keep it in mind, it won't be too late to ask him for advice tomorrow."
Just listen to him read: "...First use your heart to control your body, follow others rather than yourself, follow your body and follow your heart...No matter how long or short you come, there will be no difference...The longer you work, the more refined your skills will be..."
Under the moonlight, Guo Xiang was listening and thinking, and suddenly she saw Zhang Junbao sitting cross-legged, also listening attentively.
Guo Xiang thought to himself: "I have witnessed this great monk's extraordinary martial arts with my own eyes. The martial arts methods he talks about must be the best in the world."
So I memorized it carefully.
Jue Yuan recited it casually, intermittently, and sometimes included a few passages from the Lengjia Sutra. Later, he even talked about his experience in practicing Tai Su Hua Sheng Gong and integrating it into the formulas and mental methods of Jiu Yang Sheng Gong.
It turns out that although Jue Yuan is extremely talented and has practiced amazing magical skills, he is still stubborn and stubborn.
When I listened to the lectures on magical powers and immortal Dharma in Huashan, I only picked up some mental formulas and mantras that could be combined with my own Qi training methods and memorized them for practice. Later, based on the Qi training methods to transform into gods, I only thought about the formless Buddhist methods such as visualizing the Great Sun Tathagata, and I was ignorant.
Although he has mastered Tai Su Hua Sheng Gong during the period, it is a miraculous skill that combines Tai Su Hua Sheng Gong and Jiuyang Sheng Gong. It only connects the inner Qi and meridians, and has no knowledge of martial arts, let alone the practice of immortal methods. It can be said that
It is the practice of Qi and internal strength that has been brought to its peak.
At this time, the "Taisu Nine Yang Gong" that Jue Yuan had unintentionally cultivated was already a magical power comparable to 70% to 80% of the power of Taisu's Hua Sheng Gong. Moreover, he did not specialize in the method of body training, but in the method of refining Qi, resulting in a powerful
It is especially superior to Tai Su Hua Sheng Gong in terms of performance, and its mental formulas are also many times simpler than Tai Su Hua Sheng Gong.
On a few counts, Taisu Jiuyang Kung Fu is the most powerful martial art in the world besides the Immortal and Divine Kung Fu created by Lin Qingxuan. It can be called a supreme Qi training classic that surpasses the general outlines of martial arts such as Nine Yin and Nine Yang.
After practicing this skill, the power of your true temperament will be far superior to ordinary martial arts. If you can spread it, you will be able to transform low martial arts into high martial arts.
Jueyuan Mimi Huzhong first talked about the Nine-Yang Magic Kung, then he talked about Leng Jia Jing, and then he talked about Tai Su Hua Sheng Kung, and then turned around and talked about Tai Su Nine Yang Kung. Sometimes the three of them would be mixed with each other.
miscellaneous.
The more Guo Xiang listened, the more confused she became. Fortunately, she was born smart. Although Jue Yuan read the scriptures in confusion, she was able to remember 20 to 30% of them.
The ice wheel tilted to the west, the silhouettes of people grew longer, Jue Yuan's voice of chanting sutras gradually became deeper, and his speech became somewhat unclear.
Guo Xiang advised: "Master, you have been tired all day, please take a nap."
Jue Yuan didn't seem to hear her words, and continued to read: "...Strength is borrowed from people, and Qi comes from the spine. Hu Neng's Qi comes from the spine..."
The more he thought about it, the lower his voice became, and finally it became silent, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao did not dare to be alarmed, but silently memorized the scriptures he had read.
After the meal, the sky was getting brighter. When Zhang Junbao turned around, he suddenly saw a figure flashing behind a big tree, and could vaguely see a corner of a yellow cassock. He was startled and shouted: "Who is it?"
I saw a slender old monk turning out from behind the tree. He was none other than the first Wuse Zen Master of Luohan Hall.
Guo Xiang was surprised and happy, and said: "Master monk, why are you so reluctant to give up, but you still chase after them? Do you have to capture their masters and disciples and return them to the temple?"
Wu Se said: "That's good, that's good! Isn't the old monk a stickler for the old rules? It's already midnight when the old monk arrives. If he wants to take action, he won't wait until now. Junior Brother Jueyuan and Junior Brother Wuxiang lead Bodhidharma
My cousin is looking east, so hurry up and go west!" But he saw Jue Yuan lowering his head and closing his eyes, unconscious.
Zhang Junbao stepped forward and said, "Master, wake up and the leader of Luohan Hall will talk to you." Jue Yuan still didn't move.
Zhang Junbao panicked and reached out to touch his forehead. His touch was cold. It turned out that he had been dead for a long time.
Zhang Junbao was so sad that he fell to the ground and shouted: "Master, Master!" But where could he wake up?
Zen Master Wuse put his hands together and saluted, and said a verse: "There are no clouds in all directions, everything is clear and bright, the breeze blows the fragrance, and the mountains are silent. I am very happy today, but I am risking my body. I have no anger and no worries. Why not celebrate?"
"After that, he drifted away.
Zhang Junbao burst into tears, and Guo Xiang also shed a lot of tears. All the monks in the Shaolin Temple passed away and were all cremated. Then the two of them gathered some dry firewood and burned Jue Yuan's body.
Guo Xiang said: "Brother Zhang, the monks of the Shaolin Temple can only let you go, so be it."
As he spoke, he took off a gold bracelet from his wrist and handed it to him, saying: "Take this bracelet and go to Chang'an to see my parents. As long as you are in front of my parents, no matter how ruthless the monks of Shaolin Temple are,
I can’t come to make things difficult for you.”
Zhang Junbao took the bracelet with tears in his eyes. Guo Xiang said again: "Tell my parents that I am in good health and please don't worry about them. My father likes young heroes the most. Seeing a talent like you, he might accept you as a hero."
Disciple, my brother is loyal and honest, and I must be very compatible with you." He turned around and left.
Zhang Junbao was in a daze for a long time before wiping away his tears, he picked up the pair of large iron buckets left by his master and walked slowly and staggeringly.
Among the barren mountains and ridges, a skinny boy gradually disappeared.
At this time, Zhang Junbao, who was alone, still didn't know that his master Jue Yuan had passed down the Taisu Nine Sun Kung Fu before his death. He, Guo Xiang, and Wu Se were different from each other, but they had each learned about 30% of the mental formulas.
, and since then it has actually caused huge changes in the world.