From an outsider's perspective, Xu Zhu in the Tianlong plot is just a cheat player.
First, he gained the skills of Wu Yazi, the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, and then gained the skills of the two big guys, Tong Lao and Li Qiu Shui of Tianshan. In terms of profound skills, in the entire Tianlong plot, Xu Zhu is undoubtedly the most powerful.
Not only that, he also married the princess of Xixia, gained the family property of Lingjiu Palace, and was surrounded by beautiful women.
He got promoted and received a salary increase and was appointed as CeO. He married Bai Fumei and reached the pinnacle of his life. He can be said to be a winner in life.
Facing this lucky boy, Song Xuan asked: "Xuzhu, what dreams do you have in this life?"
"dream?"
Xu Zhu was stunned for a moment, and said with some embarrassment: "The young monk has no dreams. He just wants to be a young monk in Shaolin peacefully, eating fast, chanting Buddha's name and accompanying himself with the Dharma."
"Apart from these?" Song Xuan continued: "Have you never thought about learning powerful martial arts and traveling around the world to become a respected hero?"
Xu Zhu shook his head, "The young monk heard from his senior brothers that the outside world is too complicated. The young monk doesn't want to be a hero, he just wants to be an ordinary monk. If he has the opportunity to read a few more scriptures, he will never be able to do anything in this life." Sorry."
"You are such a simple-minded little monk." Victoria Song looked him up and down, "But this is also good. He simply has no worries and lives happily than others."
As she said that, she poked Lianxing's arm, "You think so, sister Lianxing?"
Lianxing rolled his eyes, are you trying to hit me?
Saying that I want too much has only caused a lot of troubles?
Oh, at least I still have a chance to worry. If you want to worry, you are not qualified!
Song Xuan nodded slightly and signaled Xu Zhu to leave.
Seeing the other person's figure walking away, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Throughout the entire plot of Tianlong, it talks about the meeting of resentment and hatred, separation of love, and lack of hope. Everyone in the world is suffering, and they are all entangled in the evil obstacles of cause and effect. Except for death or great enlightenment, there is no way to escape, and they can only struggle in the world of mortals.
Xu Zhu is lucky, but also unfortunate. He has obtained all the things that outsiders dream of, including martial arts, status, and beauties. However, his original intention of becoming a young monk in the Shaolin Temple has never been realized. .
At noon, after having lunch with the sweeping monk, Song Xuan was ready to say goodbye.
Before leaving, Song Xuan pondered for a moment and said: "I'll give you a piece of advice, Master. If you don't want Shaolin to lose its reputation, then seal the mountain!"
The sweeping monk was stunned, "What does the Taoist mean, the monks in Shaolin may cause trouble in the near future?"
Song Xuan smiled and didn't explain much, "I'm just talking casually, you can make your own decision whether to listen or not, Master!"
The sweeping monk's expression became serious.
He may not care if others say this, but how can he not pay attention to the words of this generation's destiny?
Since the other party specifically talked about this matter, he must know something. Obviously, if it hadn't been for the good relationship he had formed in the past two days, he might not have mentioned it specifically.
"Taoist Master, how long does it take for Shaolin to close the mountain?"
"Let's seal it for twenty years first!"
Song Xuan raised his fly whisk, gave a slight salute, and led Yao Yue and others out of the yard.
"Twenty years?"
The sweeping monk pondered for a while, watching Song Xuan's leaving figure with a vague understanding.
Every time Destiny rises, it will be accompanied by bloodshed. I just don’t know how far this generation of Destiny will go.
How many people will not know the destiny, go against the general trend, and become those who are in trouble?
Thinking of this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Shaolin has a profound heritage and is an old martial arts holy land. It knows far more secrets than some new great masters. He recognized the destined man in time and did not bring disaster to Shaolin. Disaster!
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The Shaolin Mountains were closed. On the day Song Xuan left, the news came out that the mountains were closed and the Shaolin disciples would not join the world for twenty years.
Many people don't understand what the reason is.
Some people say that in the battle of Juxianzhuang, the Shaolin and martial arts heroes were beaten by Xiao Feng alone and lost face, so they had to practice hard after being closed to the mountain for twenty years.
Some people also say that the battle between the Shaolin sweeping monk and Taoist Xuantian seemed to be indeterminate, but in fact the sweeping monk had suffered serious internal injuries, and the mountain was closed to avoid provoking powerful enemies in the future.
There are different opinions, but all Shaolin Temple personnel from all over Songzhou have been recalled, and they simply ignore all the rumors in the martial arts world.
The mountain is sealed, the door is closed, no matter how bloody the rivers and lakes are, I will remain unmoved.
At this time, Song Xuan and others were traveling all the way to the mountains and rivers. On this day, they came to the border of Qinghe County, Hebei.
And it was here that he learned the news from the imperial capital that the Great Emperor of Zhou had passed away.
Song Qian had a candied haws in her hand. She had an inexplicable preference for candied haws. She laughed and said, "This old guy is really bad. He's already half dead, but he still wants to take me into the palace as his concubine. He deserves to die."
As she said this, she blinked, "Brother, could it be you who did it?"
Song Xuan shook his head, "I met Ji Xuanfeng before entering the palace that day. If nothing unexpected happens, it should be his handiwork."
Victoria Song said, "Don't tell me, Xiao Ji is quite reliable. If I say I'll kill my father, I'll kill him!"
Lianxing was stunned when she heard this. She knew that the Xuanyiwei family was powerful, and she also knew that the commander of Xuanyiwei had overwhelming authority, but she was still a little surprised by the scene where the Emperor's life and death were decided in just a few words.
So my brother-in-law is already so powerful?
Yao Yue said nothing, but her beautiful eyes were full of pride. She had worked as Song Xuan's secretary and handled official business, so she naturally knew how huge Xuan Yiwei's background was.
That overlord who couldn't figure out his status died unjustly!
"Cooking cakes, selling cooking cakes, freshly baked cooking cakes!"
At this time, there was a cry of hawking coming from the corner of the street. The voice sounded young. Hearing this voice, Song Xuan inexplicably thought of Aunt Gongsun who sold sugar and roasted chestnuts.
The aunt was very beautiful, and the chestnuts were also very sweet. Unfortunately, she was too evil-minded and had bad luck, so she died in the hands of Song Xuan.
Song Xuan looked around and saw a young man who looked to be about ten years old. He was carrying a load, breathing in the heat, and kept shouting and selling.
Seeing Song Xuan's gaze, the young man walked forward with some difficulty carrying the burden, "Uncle and aunt, do you want to buy some cooking cakes?"
"The pancakes are freshly baked and still warm!"
As he said that, the young man lifted up the white cloth covering one end of the load, and a stack of steaming cooking cakes came into view. Although the appearance was ordinary, the aroma of the cooking cakes hit his face, and it was actually a bit sweet.
Yao Yue frowned slightly, "Where are your adults?"
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, a half-grown boy goes out to sell cooking cakes in thin clothes. His body is deformed under the weight of the burden. Whose parents are so cruel?
