After leaving Longmen, master Zheng Gui and his disciples used Qinggong to catch up.
Zheng Gui was full of doubts and wanted to find Master Fang Sheng to find out, so he walked faster and faster.
After walking for about an hour after burning incense, I saw Master Fang Sheng sitting in the shade of a tree. Opposite him was a wonton seller. The wonton seller was an old man in his fifties. He had a philistine look on his face and was holding a pot of boiling water with a smile.
There were freshly wrapped wontons in it, and he was still mumbling: "Master, wait a moment, I am using shepherd's purse together with fungus, shiitake mushrooms, angustifolia, and lion's mane as a filling. It is specially made for you monks to eat. You
You won’t feel hungry until the evening after eating a bowl..."
While he was talking, the old man saw Master Zheng Gui and waved to him: "Two more monks are here. Come, you can also have a bowl of vegetarian wontons..."
When Zheng Gui saw Master Fang Sheng looking at him with a smile, he smiled and said, "Okay, please ask the store owner to cook two bowls for us, master and disciple."
The old man took out two small stools from one end of the basket and placed them beside Fang Sheng, saying, "Both monks, please take a seat. You'll be ready in a moment."
After Zheng Gui and Yi Guang sat down, Fang Sheng saw that their master and apprentice couldn't help but look at the old man who was cooking wontons, and said: "This donor He Sanqi is a master in Yandang Mountain.
He made a living by selling wontons since he was a child. After he learned martial arts, he still carried a pair of wonton poles around the rivers and lakes. This pair of wonton poles was his symbol. Although donor He was a martial artist, he was indifferent and lived with a small business.
People in the martial arts community always treat each other with respect.
Zen Master Dingding, there are more than tens of millions of wonton sellers in the streets all over the world, but if you are a wonton seller and a member of the martial arts world, then you must be a millionaire."
He Sanqi laughed and said: "Master Fang Sheng, please don't finish calling the donor. You monks have to pay for my wontons. A bowl of nine cents is not cheap."
Master Fang Sheng laughed and took out nine coins from his arms. Without seeing any movement in his hand, the coins clattered into the bamboo tube in front of He Sanqi.
He Sanqi chuckled, and quickly filled 20,000 wontons. He didn't add green onion and coriander, but only sprinkled some bamboo salt and handed it to Yi Guang, saying: "I know it is for the great monks to eat, so I specially prepared the bamboo salt, hehe
, Zen Master Dingding also tries my craft."
Zheng Gui took the bowl and spoon from Yi Guang and ate a wonton. He felt that the dough was smooth and tender and the fillings were delicious. He praised: "A little mountain mushroom is nothing, but when they are combined together
, you can tell they are great tasting food.”
Yi Guang buried his head in eating, while He Sanqi chuckled and said, "The great monk really knows what he's selling. My hard work in preparing the ingredients is not in vain."
After a while, Zheng Gui and Yi Guang finished eating the wontons and the clear soup. Yi Guang hurriedly and respectfully offered eighteen copper coins.
After He Sanqi took it, he packed up the wonton picker and turned away with a roar. He carried the stove fire on one end and the pots and pans on the other, slowly wandering into the forest.
Master Fang Sheng put his hands together and said, "Thank you Zen Master Dingding for the gift of medicine. If you, master and disciple, are fine, can you go with me?"
Zheng Gui smiled and said, "I don't dare to ask my ears if I wish."
The two monks smiled tacitly, and then walked slowly north.
After walking for a while, Zheng Gui got straight to the point and asked, "I don't know something about this poor monk. I would like to ask the master to clarify it."
Master Fang Sheng said: "It doesn't matter what Zen Master said."
"From what I can see, your martial arts are the best in the world. How could anyone hurt you? And why did you hide it at the Dragon Gate Conference? Do you have some hidden agenda?"
Master Fang Sheng's face trembled, he sighed, and said: "Shaolin Temple and Hengshan Sect have been part of Buddhism for hundreds of years, and they have had many contacts. I said it's okay to let you know...
Zen Master Dingding, do you know who hurt me and when I was hurt?"
Zheng Gui saw the bitter look on Master Fang Sheng's face and knew that the person who hurt him must be a well-connected person, so he asked: "Who is it? Could it be Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Demon Cult?"
"Yes, it is Dongfang Invincible."
Fang Sheng nodded, Yi Guang's expression changed, but Zheng Gui remained calm.
Fang Sheng, who secretly observed Zheng Gui's master and apprentice, was impressed and said: "Zen Master Ding's cultivation is profound, and he is worthy of being a close disciple of Master Cixin..."
Do you know that my injury was caused by Dongfang Bubai’s palm mark on my back six years ago? If I hadn’t met an old senior from your Five Mountains Sword Sect who had lived in seclusion, my bones would have been turned into rot..."
Zheng Gui knew that the predecessors of the Wuyue Sword Sect had withered away many years ago. In recent years, only the Taishan Sect had some seniors left, but their martial arts might not be as high as those of Tianmen Taoist, let alone save the lower class from Dongfang Bubai.
, thinking of being able to compete with Dongfang Bubai, Fang Sheng was impressed by only Feng Qingyang.
"Could it be that the senior the master is talking about is Uncle Feng Qingyang from Huashan?"
Master Fang Sheng slowed down and nodded: "Yes, it is Senior Feng. Dongfang Bubai had not yet become the leader at that time, and his martial arts was far superior to that of Lao Ji. I was injured by his heavy palm force, and I am still completely unstoppable to this day."
Recovery, if I had said it clearly just now, I am afraid that my orthodox sect would be afraid of the demonic sect, and I would have no choice but to wrong you, Zen Master..."
Zheng Gui smiled slightly and said: "That's okay. Shaolin Temple also has many miraculous medicines and countless monks with excellent medical skills. How come your injury can linger for so long?"
Master Fang Sheng sighed softly: "If it weren't for the panacea in Shaolin, I would have passed away six years ago. The martial arts of the Eastern Cult Master are unfathomable. Looking back now, I still know that I am far from his opponent. Except for my Fang Zheng.
Senior Brother Follows Senior Feng, I, the orthodox master, cannot think of a third person who can rival him..."
Zheng Gui thought to himself: Back then, Dongfang Bubai might not have started to practice the Sunflower Manual, or he might have just started practicing. If it were changed to now, Dongfang Bubai's martial arts would have been improved to a higher level, with only eight square certificates.
Jiu is not an undefeated opponent from Dongfang, and as for Feng Qingyang...it's hard to say...
After all, the name Dongfang Bubai means that he is well-deserved to be the best master in the world, and the four masters Ren Woxing, Linghu Chong, Xiang Wentian, and Shangguan Yun surrounded Dongfang Bubai and could only be beaten. If Ren Yingying hadn't tortured Yang Lianting
Dongfang Bubai was distracted. Dongfang Bubai must have easily won the war at that time.
After talking for a while, Master Fang Sheng seemed to say something about the Songshan Sect inadvertently. Both words revealed that Zuo Lengchan had the world in mind and was ambitious. Zheng Gui knew that this was the Shaolin monk reminding the Hengshan Sect. Half of it
It was out of friendship with the Buddhist sect, and partly because it wanted to stumbling upon the Songshan sect.
Zheng Gui understood that the Shaolin Temple was not entirely out of good intentions, but things in the world were chaotic and everyone sought their own benefits, and the Hengshan Sect had no intention of challenging the Shaolin Temple's status as Taishan Beidou. If they could deepen their relationship with the Shaolin Temple, they would be able to provide more help in the future.
After figuring this out, Zheng Gui and Fang Sheng began to communicate more openly and freely. Not only did they talk about a lot of things in the world, but they also asked for advice on a lot of Buddhism.
When it was time to say goodbye, Zheng Gui immediately expressed his respect for the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing in order to have an excuse for himself to obtain Shaolin's special skills in the future, which was also a precaution.
After all, if the Songshan Sect wants to grow bigger, it will definitely challenge the status of the Shaolin Temple. If the Shaolin Temple wants to use the Hengshan Sect to divide the Five Mountains Sword Sect and suppress the Songshan Sect in the future, it must also ask for learning the Yi Jin Jing as a condition.
If it's done, the main purpose of my trip to Xiaoyao will be achieved.
Master Fang Sheng didn't seem to hear Zheng Gui's deep meaning. He smiled and said: "Although the Yi Jin Jing is good, it is only a way to strengthen the body and protect the Tao. Martial arts are just outside of my Buddhist sect. Zen Master Dingding's indulging in martial arts may delay his life."
You achieve the right result...
However, if the Zen master really wants to practice this inner skill, he may be able to do it. To practice this skill, it is all about predestined methods, but I have no chance of doing so. My master brother has a broad mind, so I hope the Zen master will follow me back to Shaolin to pay my respects to him. If he meets you, Zen master Dingding,
Maybe I can pass on your inner thoughts."
Zheng Gui knew in his heart that he was not the leader of Hengshan, and he was not a young talent like Linghu Chong who had passed down the peerless swordsmanship from Feng Qingyang. Why should he pass on the Yi Jin Jing prescription certificate that even Fang Sheng was not lucky enough to learn?
Own?
Therefore, he did not take Fang Sheng's recommendation seriously. He just bowed and thanked him and said, "Thank you so much, Master. This young monk just admires the magical power of Shaolin and has no other thoughts."
Zheng Gui and Fang Sheng had a great conversation, and when they were about to break up, they found out that they had walked all the way to the border of Dengfeng County.
Seeing many soldiers on the official road bravely riding horses and pulling carts towards Zhengzhou, it seemed very urgent. Master Fang Sheng sighed softly and said: "The imperial court is going to use troops against the Tatars again. I don't know how many souls will die in the desert."
I don’t know my way back…”
Fang Sheng sighed that all living beings were suffering and invited Zheng Gui to follow him to the Shaolin Temple for a few days. Zheng Gui did not intend to go to the Shaolin Temple to meet Fang Zheng because he knew that Fang Zheng could not teach him the Yi Jin Jing, and his status was more important.
It was impossible to make any promise to Shaolin Temple, so he decisively said goodbye to Master Fang Sheng.
After leaving Dengfeng, the further north you go, the more guardsmen you see from each state capital rushing north on the official road.
After all, Yiguang was born as a snitch, and the combination was uniquely capable of inquiring about information. When he went to buy food, he made some inquiries and found out the reason.
It turns out that the Mongols have been occupying the grasslands with various tribes since the fall of the Yuan Dynasty. In the past hundred years, the east has been divided into four Tatar tribes, all of which are the golden blood of Genghis Khan, and the west has become the Oara.
The strength of the Oara tribe has always been stronger than that of the four Tatar tribes, but due to the Mongolian tradition, the nominal Great Khan has always been recommended by the four Tatar tribes, and the leader of the Oara tribe can only serve as the grand master of the second-ranking man.
The Oara tribe had strong soldiers and horses, and successive Grand Masters could depose and establish the Great Khan at will. This made the four Tatar tribes always waiting for opportunities to retaliate.
Three months ago, the Oara tribe encountered a plague, and the Grand Master Arutai died of the illness. Under the order of Eljut Murhan, the four Tatar tribes suddenly marched westward and attacked the Oara tribe, killing the Mongolian Grand Master and his family. This triggered
The great melee between the Oara tribe and the Tatar tribe.
The Chen and Han Dynasties had long wanted to completely wipe out the Mongolian regime outside the Great Wall. After learning the news, they began to provide money and food to appease the Oara and prepare to accept them as vassals. At the same time, they mobilized soldiers and horses to prepare for the four Tatar tribes in the empty hinterland.
It was wiped out.
The affairs of the court have little to do with the people in the martial arts since ancient times, because the knights used martial arts to disrupt the ban, and the people in the martial arts have always been people who do not follow the law and have no eyes for the emperor.
Even the more troubled the times, the more various sects open their doors to recruit disciples and increase their strength. When the imperial court uses troops to the north, it will only make the salt, iron, grain and other businesses of the major sects full of money. Even Hengshan
Pies are not exempt from vulgarity.
Zheng Gui sighed softly and said: "After the war, no matter whether we win or lose, there will definitely be refugees everywhere. After we return to the mountains, we will start to open lower houses in various provinces. In the future, we will admit more helpless children and continue to give out porridge.
A meager strength."
Yi Guang took out two sesame seed cakes from his arms and said: "Master, I will serve you to eat. I think the junior brothers in the temple have all started martial arts. After a few years, they will be able to leave the mountain and go to various provincial capitals to beg for help and build temples.
The Lower House has been opened. I will pay more attention to this matter from now on, so you can rest assured."
After Zheng Gui finished eating the sesame cakes and saw that the sky had darkened, he asked, "Where is this place?"
Yiguang said while eating the cake: "Master, this is the boundary of Mengzhou. More than twenty miles further is the Yellow River. There is a cave temple there, which has long been dilapidated. We can rest there tonight."
Zheng Gui picked up the sesame seeds on his clothes one by one and ate them, then stood up and said, "Then let's walk faster and rest at the Grotto Temple."
The master and the apprentice continued on their way, and when it was dark and difficult to walk, they finally heard the waves of the Yellow River.
Zheng Gui felt a slight chill and knew it was the water vapor from the Yellow River. He squinted at the hillside ahead and saw a dilapidated temple and halls that had collapsed. Only the pagoda was still intact. There was a faint light coming from the doors and windows under the tower.
"Is there anyone in the temple?"
The monk's robe flashed and he ran a few feet away. After a while, he came back and said with a smile: "Master, there are a few Mongolians in the tower. Although they all wear our Han clothes, they still talk and behave like Mongolians."
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Zheng Gui frowned and said, "Why is it that when the imperial court sends troops to Mongolia, there are Mongols here? Could it be spies?"
Yi Guang shook his head slightly and said: "It shouldn't be the case. I see they have several women and children. How could the spies take them with them? They must have entered the customs to do business. They couldn't go back because of the war, so they ended up here."
Zheng Guiwei: "It doesn't matter if we are spies. We are outsiders, so don't worry about it."
The two masters and apprentices climbed up the hillside and walked into the doorless pagoda. They saw a fire burning in the middle. There was a blanket on one side of the fire, and four men and women wearing shorts were sleeping on it. One of them was ten years old.
A young boy and two girls, a fat white woman, took out a cloth blanket from the package, and outside the blanket sat three men, all holding scimitars in their hands.
Seeing Zheng Gui and his disciples coming in, the three men stared. Seeing that they were just two young monks, they looked away.
Zheng Gui and Yi Guang didn't talk to them, they chose a clean place far away, swept away the dust with their sleeves, and sat cross-legged.
There were outsiders inside the pagoda, and it was not convenient for the master and disciple to practice, so they could only meditate and recite Buddhist scriptures silently.
After a long time, the bonfire in the tower was almost extinguished, the air and light dimmed, and the three men began to fall asleep with their heads hanging down.
Suddenly several dogs barking and horses neighing came from a distance, followed by the rumble of horse hooves breaking the tranquility of the night.
"Are the thieves coming?"
Several Mongolian words suddenly sounded in the tower, and three men went out to investigate with scimitars in hand. The sleeping women and boys and girls also sat up, each pulled out the short swords hidden in their boots, and looked at them uncertainly.
Outside the door, the two girls were trembling slightly.
Zheng Gui and Yi Guang also opened their eyes. Yi Guang disappeared into the night with a movement of his clothes, and reappeared in a moment, whispering: "A group of cavalry came outside, about a dozen people. Although they were dressed as Han people, they were actually
They should be Mongolian cavalry, and the three people just now were shot dead by them."
Zheng Gui sighed: "It seems that the Mongols are the enemies of these people."
"Abundu Lhaha..."
A string of Mongolian words sounded outside, and then a dozen footsteps were heard heading towards the tower door.
The boys, girls and women were so frightened that their faces turned pale. The girls and women huddled up, while the boys gritted their teeth and stood up. Listening to the footsteps getting closer, they headed in the direction of Zheng Gui and Yi Guang in the dark night.
He said in Chinese: "There are enemies outside who are chasing me. If they see you, you won't survive. Run away quickly!"
Zheng Gui saw that this young man was young but very responsible, so he felt good in his heart and looked at Yi Guang.
Yiguang naturally understood what his mentor meant and said, "Young man, what is your name and what is your identity?"
The young man said in a deep voice: "Are you desperate for your life? Leave quickly..."
Before the boy finished speaking, a group of big men rushed in with sharp knives and torches. When they saw the boy, the woman and the girl, they all looked happy. A few of them went to kill the boy, while the rest smiled strangely and went to catch the girl and woman.
people.
"Good!"
The big men and the young man saw a blur in front of their eyes, as a young monk appeared in front of them.