Zhu Yu took out the hand-written Book of Changes from his arms, wrapped the two books with pieces of Lan Ling'er's clothes that had the Book of Changes written on them, and carefully put them into his arms.
Masters Wu Feng, Wu Xin and Wu Si said goodbye to everyone and went back to the mountain.
The wise master clasped his hands in the direction where the three old men were walking, bowed, turned around, and strode down the mountain with everyone.
It was already afternoon, the snow suddenly stopped, and the sky became much brighter. While walking, Lan Ling'er hummed a tune: "The mountain road has eighteen bends, where is the lover in the mountain? Yesterday's yellow flowers follow the water, and I am unwilling to see my lover. The water flows nineteen times, and my daughter is dressing up in the water. Please listen to me. Tell the truth, the mountains and rivers will return to their old appearance...!"
"Lan Ling'er, who are you singing this love song for?" Duan Shiqi said with a smile.
"Love songs are sung for lovers, but I don't know who Lan Ling'er's ideal lover is." Zhang Shijun teased.
"I think Lan Ling'er's lover must be in Shaolin Temple!" Ling Yazi revealed Lan Ling'er's thoughts with one word.
"Miss Yazi, how did you guess it?" Zhu Yu looked at Lingyazi, confused.
"Observe your words!" Lingyazi said mysteriously.
"It's a pity that monks don't like to get married!" Lan Ling'er sighed.
Hearing this, Lingyazi looked at Zhu Yu and smiled knowingly.
Several young people were walking and talking, and before they knew it, the seven of them were approaching the foot of Wudang Mountain.
Suddenly, there was a swish, swish sound from the woods on one side. Several trees were hit by something unknown, and flakes of snow fell.
The seven people looked into the woods and saw a red deer running westward in the middle of the forest, followed by an eye-catching tiger chasing after it. The red deer panicked and suddenly ran towards the seven people. The tiger did not care about the people in front and chased after them. Just as the tiger passed in front of everyone, the tiger suddenly twisted around, stretched out a palm, and slapped Lan Ling'er aside.
Lan Ling'er was unprepared. She suddenly saw a tiger patting her. She was confused and didn't know what to do. Seeing that Lan Ling'er was about to be caught by the tiger, she heard the tiger scream and threw herself to the ground. He kicked his feet and died immediately.
Seeing the tiger dying, Lan Ling'er cried out "Ah" and covered her face, "Wow!" Woo! He started crying.
"Stop crying, Ling'er, the tiger is dead, don't be afraid." Ling Yazi pulled Lan Ling'er's sleeve and persuaded.
Lan Ling'er lowered her hand to cover her eyes, took a closer look at the tiger lying on the ground, and asked strangely: "Hey, this tiger died in a weird way. It didn't look like it was beaten to death by a palm, or punched to death, nor did it look like it was beaten to death by a punch. If he died with a sword, which master used what kind of technique to kill him?"
"I guess Master Yan Kun must have killed him with the thunderbolt fingering technique of the Diancang sect." Lingyazi had long heard that the thunderbolt fingering technique of the Diancang sect was not only fierce, but also very secretive. Depending on the distance between the tiger and the tiger, it could kill him. The one who killed the tiger was none other than Master Yan Kun.
"Ha, ha, ha." As expected, the little girl Yazi has a well-known teacher and a good knowledge.
"Thunderbolt fingering is indeed very tight. Master Yan, can you teach me?" Lan Ling'er said without missing a chance.
"Don't bother Master, how about I teach you?" Duan Shiqi said with a smile.
"That's fine, Senior Brother Shiqi, but I'm very stupid. I'm afraid it's too hard for you."
"I am willing to accept a disciple like you, Lan Ling'er, no matter how hard or tiring it is." Duan Shiqi said with a smile.
"I'm afraid there are monks in Shaolin Temple who are unwilling." Zhang Shijun said with an exaggerated expression.
"You kids, aren't you shy about what you are saying? Let's go quickly!" Mr. Yan has always been a reserved man and dislikes impetuous words. He may look old-fashioned and serious, but he is actually kind-hearted and generous. , never cares about his apprentice, so Duan Shiqi and Zhang Shijun dare to joke in front of him.
The seven people walked at dawn and stayed overnight. In the blink of an eye, they had been down the mountain for three days and were not far from the Shaolin Temple.
The sky has cleared up, but the snow on both sides of the road has not melted yet. The wind mixed with the air-conditioning in the snow blows on the face, which is ice-cold.
Early in the morning, when we walked out of the hotel, the wise master said that we could reach Shaolin before lunch, and everyone couldn't help but speed up their pace.
"Look, everyone, this road is the fork leading to the Shaolin Temple." As he walked, a fork in the road led to the mountain on one side. Zhu Yu discovered that this was the familiar path leading to the Shaolin Temple.
Turning to the small road, there are gradually more fields on the roadside, and from time to time we see monks in twos and threes busy in the fields.
Shaolin is located to the east of Wudang. The climate is slightly warmer, and the mountains are short. It is much warmer than Wudang Mountain. Some cold-resistant vegetables are growing vigorously, and patches of wheat have sprouted, waiting to be fertilized.
Zhu Yu had been in Shaolin for several years and had done a lot of farm work. When he saw these familiar fields and the monks working in the fields, he felt a different kind of nostalgia in his heart.
"Seeing that these monks are busy with farm work shows that the Sun Moon God Sect has not harassed Shaolin." Mr. Yan said to the wise master walking beside him.
"Shaolin focuses on Zen practice and rarely participates in feuds. Even evil sects like the Sun God Sect will stay away from Shaolin intentionally or unintentionally. As the ancestral home of martial arts in the Central Plains, Shaolin is more in conflict with the government." Although Master Zhizhe He practices Tiantai Sect, but he also knows a little about Shaolin Zen.
After a while, the seven people arrived at the first mountain gate, with only a young monk guarding the door.
"Dear donors, I see you are here. My senior brother has returned to the temple to report to the abbot and master. You can wait here for a while! Also, there are regulations in the temple that women are generally not allowed to enter the temple. You two women can only stay here. Stay." After the little monk finished speaking, he glanced at Lan Ling'er and Ling Yazi, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and stood in the road without saying a word.
"Ordinary people are not allowed to enter the temple? I am not ordinary. Junior Brother Kong Yu, do you still remember me?" Lan Ling'er stepped forward and said with a smile.
"Of course I remember that you are Lan Ling'er from Tianlong Mountain. Did you know that after you left, Senior Brother Kong Ling wrote you a letter? Master Deacon found out about it and punished him to face the wall for a year. I don't think he will ever do this again. Done." Kong Yu opened his eyes, looked at Lan Ling'er, and said calmly.
"What? Which master deacon punished me for being idle? I have to ask him which temple rules he violated by writing a letter to me, Lan Ling'er." Hearing this, Lan Ling'er was a little angry.
"Of course Master Deacon Kong Xue can't stop the monk from writing letters to outsiders, but Brother Kong Ling put the butterfly he killed in the letter and made him face the wall. This is just a punishment for killing." Kong Yu was neither warm nor angry. , said slowly.
"Alas, this senior brother Kong Ling is such a dullard. This has caused...!" Hearing what Kong Yu said, Lan Ling'er wanted to get angry, but she couldn't get angry at all.
"Amitabha, how good it is!" Just when everyone was baffled by the empty deeds, the wise master suddenly chanted the name of the Buddha and muttered to himself: "The heart has no worries, no fear, stay away from upside-down dreams, and finally achieve nirvana. .”
"There is no empty ling, it is called empty ling. If you see it like this, you will see the Tathagata." Listening to what the wise master said, Yan Kun clasped his hands together and continued.
Yan Kun and the wise master each finished speaking, looked at each other, smiled, and said no more.
"Master Wise Man, Senior Yan Kun, what are you two talking about?" Although Lan Ling'er has been in Shaolin for many years, he has devoted himself to cultivation and knows nothing about the Zen meaning of Buddhist scriptures.
"The Buddha picked up flowers and smiled, this is probably the artistic conception!" Lingyazi not only practiced martial arts, but also studied Buddhism, so he knew a thing or two about what Master Zhizhe and Master Yan Kun said.
"Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's wait for Master Abbot to take us into the temple!" As soon as Lingyazi said this, Lan Ling'er became even more confused and had to change the topic.
"Junior Brother Kongyu, how has Shaolin been doing since I left?"
Kong Yu looked up at Zhu Yu and knew that what he was talking about was about the burning of Shaolin.
"Amitabha!" Kong Yu sang the Buddha's name and said, "All the halls burned by the officers and soldiers have been built, and they are even more majestic than before. The officers and soldiers did not come to harass the temple anymore, but a strange thing happened half a month ago. Kong Xin The master suddenly passed away."
"Ah! Master, he was not yet fifty years old. How did he pass away?" Zhu Yu was surprised and asked.
"Why don't you say it's a strange thing? Now, there are a lot of discussions in the temple. Some people say that they died of illness, and more people say that they were murdered, but there is no basis for it." Although Kong Yu is only sixteen or seventeen years old, he came to Shaolin Temple. It has been more than eight years, and I know all the big and small things about Shaolin.
