"Natural Master, Natural Master!"
There were many tourists in Guangxiao Temple, but Yan's father felt that he had accidentally offended this virtuous master. He was so anxious that he was sweating. He immediately took off and chased after him. He had to explain clearly in person.
However, the natural monk, who was over fifty years old, walked swiftly among the crowds of people in the temple, sweeping away the crowd with the wave of his gray robe, but no one felt pushed or pulled. Such a calm appearance is in sharp contrast to the panting father Yan of the same age behind him. It is obvious that this is also a monk with considerable cultivation.
Jiang Wen could be calm about this.
The natural monk was born in troubled times and has traveled all over the world. If he really had no power to restrain a chicken and no means of saving his life, he would probably have been buried among the weeds and thorns. How could he sit in the treacherous city of Guangzhou? He still dared to keep in touch with the people of Southern Shaolin.
Although this matter seems to be unreasonable, there must be something inside that Jiang Wen doesn't know yet.
I saw Monk Tianran walking faster and faster towards the West Hall. Even the little novice monk who had just opened the door was thrown far away. Soon, all he could see was a shiny bald head appearing and disappearing in front of him, becoming more and more faint. .
Unlike Yan's father who was nervous, Jiang Wen and Fan Xinghan fell behind leisurely, not in a hurry at all, and even had time to point.
"Gang Leader Fan, aren't you worried that the abbot is petty?" Jiang Wen said jokingly.
"Master Tianran is a great Buddhist sect, and he will definitely not be as knowledgeable as us."
Fan Xinghan said to Jiang Wen confidently, "When the city of Guangzhou was in danger under the butcher's knife of two kings, it was thanks to the natural master who stepped forward to save the people from the crisis. I know this matter clearly in Hubei. How can such a virtuous person do it?" How can you be so narrow-minded?”
Jiang Wen nodded silently, obviously expecting this, but his focus was different.
"I know the eminent monk, but I didn't expect Zen Master Tianran to be part of the world. Leader Fan, have you seen the opponent's tricks?"
"I didn't pay attention to this..."
After hearing Jiang Wen's inquiry, Fan Xinghan recalled it for a moment, and then analyzed it together with great interest as if he had discovered a new world.
"I remember that Master Tian's movements just now were a combination of hardness and softness, with clear movement and stillness, alternating between speed and slowness, strong ups and downs, and each move was completed in one go."
The more Fan Xinghan thought about it, the more surprised he became. He stretched out his hand to imitate the movement of the natural master's sleeves, shaking in place, with a round and flat side, hesitation and ups and downs. His posture is as floating as a cloud rising from Xiu's head, and as heavy as a stone thrown into the river. It is obvious that he has found the way out, but his expression is still beyond expectations, and is far from reaching the level of shocking the world.
"The natural master's luck and energy occasionally smelled like the Golden Gate of the Iron Bridge of Southern Shaolin; but when he raised his hands and waved his palms, there was clearly the shadow of the Zimen Fist of the eagle and snake fighting, but it was hidden under the monk's robe. It was so eye-catching that I didn’t notice it directly.”
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said, "Southern Shaolin Iron Bridge Kung Fu and Jiangxi Zimen Fist don't seem to be advanced martial arts."
Fan Xinghan shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Jiang Wen's point of view.
"Master Jiang, it is true that both of these are martial arts that are widely circulated in the world, and they are not secrets that are not passed down. However, Abbot Tianran has become a dragon elephant in the Buddhist sect and a pillar of the Dharma sect in his practice of Zen and Buddhism. In terms of martial arts, he can only learn from others in his spare time, and he can practice to such an extent. Doesn’t he have an outstanding understanding?”
Jiang Wen shook his head and closed his mouth helplessly.
The key to martial arts is to have a high position, be brave and diligent, and even if you practice martial arts to perfection, you may not be able to become a master of your own. Under such circumstances, comparing talent and understanding is nothing more than making a fool of yourself at fifty steps and having no practical use.
A person's mental lifespan is limited, so Jiang Wen has made many plans to lay a solid foundation for his disciples to soar to the sky.
In front of Fan Xinghan, it was inconvenient for Jiang Wen to throw out his own argument that "all those who are not masters are just ants", so as not to offend the leader of the Xinghan Gang in front of him.
But that's the truth.
I remember that in the ancient city of Minyue in the Wuyi Mountains, faced with the terrifying tide of chiseling people, all the martial arts people and warriors on the battlefield were powerless to fight back. In the end, only Feng Daode and Master Ji Po were left. , Chen Jinnan, and Hong Xiguan are all worthy of a battle.
Among these people, Master Jipo's crazy martial arts is difficult to display, and Feng Daode is the leader of two families but cannot be integrated into one. However, both of them can maintain their own safety without relying on the power of weapons.
But Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan obviously couldn't do it. They had to rely on magic weapons to resist those immortal monsters. Putting the two of them in the second gear is actually a bit unfair.
Hong Xiguan was born to be a killer when faced with the strong. Only by fighting on the battlefield exactly what he wanted could he achieve the miracle of crossing levels. In comparison, Chen Jinnan was in the critical period of the Spring and Autumn Period, and his martial arts accumulation and understanding were comparable. He has reached the limit, but because of the great cause of resisting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, martial arts training has been neglected, so that it is difficult to move without the giant sword in his hand. Otherwise, with his ability, he should be on par with Master Feng Daode and Ji Po.
Although the Wuyi sect created by Jiang Wen is not well-known, the enemies this sect has faced since its establishment were far more bizarre and terrifying than those of ordinary people in the world.
In front of the strange things, all masters who are not a master are like ants. Only by facing those unimaginable terrifying existences can human warriors who are as fragile as ants put aside those ridiculous and despicable ignorance and sectarian differences, and once again embark on the journey of Your own path.
Not to mention, Chen Jinnan's determination to hand over power and retire from the world may not have been influenced by the stimulation of the people who chiseled teeth. In the past two days, Yan Yongchun and Yuan Ziyi, who have been out early and returned late, must have been in Zhangqiugang Village. Being greatly stimulated by Hei Gui, he was re-examining this treacherous world.
"Master! Why did you come here!"
Three children suddenly appeared among the tourists, chattering around Jiang Wen who was in a daze. Seeing this, Fu Ningdie grabbed Jiang Wen's arm unceremoniously and was about to bite him down hard.
"Hey, this is what Mr. Xuetang taught you? I'm sending you to school, not to fight dogs!"
Jiang Wen quickly raised his hand to resolve the entanglement with silk-winding strength, and Ningdie flew away in an instant with her teeth and claws dancing.
"Hmph, Master, who asked you to throw us into the school and disappear for several days inexplicably? We deserve it if you don't take us with you when you have fun!"
Fu Ningdie was still looking around unwillingly, as if she wanted to find another target to attack.
"You kid, why don't you understand the hard work of being a teacher!?"
Jiang Wenhen held her head firmly and stretched out his hand to make her jump around, "As a disciple of our Wuyi sect, you must be versatile in both civil and military affairs. You must be as good at calligraphy, literature, and singing as your master." You have to learn everything from piano, singing and dancing, gaming, farming, medicine, and chess.”
While greeting the other two apprentices with his eyes, he continued to teach the young apprentice rudely.
"You don't learn this and you don't learn that. Everyone in the world should be like you, fishing for three days and drying nets for two days. From now on, even if a martial arts secret book comes to you, you may not be able to understand it or know it, right? ?”
Fan Xinghan saw that the master and apprentice were having a lot of fun getting along with each other, and he laughed and agreed: "Little girl, your master is right. The more people in the world learn a craft, the more paths they can take. We can't be afraid of hardship since we were young. "
Fu Ningdie was chasing Jiang Wen with all her teeth and claws. She obviously didn't recognize Fan Xinghan, who was dressed as a serious man, and looked at him with slight hostility: "Who are you? Have I seen you? Why do you call me a kid? girl?"
Fan Xinghan laughed again when he heard this, reached out and took off his weird hat, revealing a mess of hair, and said deliberately with a big mouth.
"Didn't you recognize me? I am the leader of the beggars in the Guandi Temple. I usually abduct as many as eight hundred children. I can tell you are a boy or a girl by smell. I think you are very talented. , do you want to learn to beg with me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Ningdie had already rushed behind Jiang Wen, clutching her master's clothes tightly, and looked at the suspicious trafficker in front of her with vigilance, fearing that she would be kidnapped and begged for food in the next second.
"Haha, don't worry, I won't arrest you if you don't want to come."
Fan Xinghan put his hat back on, with a simple and honest expression on his broad face. He squatted down and hugged Xiao Shitou's shoulders and said cordially. Obviously, this was his real goal.
"Little guy, since we meet again today, I will formally teach you some grappling skills later."
Gu Lu
Jiang Wen instantly beamed with joy.
"Little Shitou, why don't you thank Gang Leader Fan quickly! Gang Leader Fan, I'll treat you to a vegetarian meal at noon, and let's move forward."
Fan Xinghan kindly offered to help. Naturally, he knew the secrets of martial arts but couldn't understand them. This is not a funny thing in the world. The kung fu formulas of ordinary sects are deliberately referred to in argot and coded, mixed with vague things such as dragon, tiger, lead, mercury, five aggregates and six roots, to ensure that outsiders cannot easily understand them.
In the face of Jianghu's unique skills, such things are not uncommon. At the beginning, Shaolin Master Jue Yuan did not know the true nature of the Nine-Yang Magic Skill in the "Surangama Sutra". Huang Yaoshi's disciple Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng could not easily understand the true meaning of the "Nine-Yin Manual". In the end, they could only learn it with a partial understanding. A waste of natural resources.
When it came to the word "die", Jiang Wen naturally thought of the "Nine Nether Scriptures" he was carrying, and suddenly felt a little ashamed, as if he was no different from a person who bought a coffin for a pearl.
Jiang Wen casually took out the old copy of the book and quickly flipped through it facing the sun. He felt that the tortuous and bizarre memorial text on it was scurrying around like tadpoles. No glyph features could be seen at all, and no trace of similar writing could be found. .
"Hey, is it possible that I really have to die once to understand?"
He looked so cool when he forgot to let Huang Ji interpret it, but now he looks so embarrassed as he scratches his head to think about the content. The timing of Hei Yi's appearance in Zhangqiugang Village was too unusual, and Jiang Wen sensed something unusual again. Although he was watching Youyou contentedly, he could not help but make preparations.
Ordinary martial arts have long been of no value to Jiang Wen as a reference for learning. After all, his situation is different from everyone else. Whether it is martial arts path or Qi cultivation, it has reached an awkward point where he cannot break through.
After careful consideration, he decided on the direction of breakthrough, one was Kung Fu and the other was Technique.
Gong is internal force.
After many days of discussions with the Holy Mother of Red Lotus, Jiang Wen vaguely realized that the martial arts left by Huang Shang, the governor of the Skull, could not only neutralize and dispel the poison of the Holy Fire Kung Fu, but also bring back people who did not belong to this world from the Haoli Ghost Kingdom. Strength, turning the originally weak prefect into a peerless master, may be able to help him break through this awkward level of success and return to his original majestic inner strength like the vast ocean.
The art is the sword technique.
Facing Hei Yi, who pointed out the fear in people's hearts, Jiang Wen vaguely understood a new sword technique that was different from the Dugu Nine Swords. That is a sword that seems to be invisible, that is a sword with a clear heart and one's nature, that is a sword that is as brilliant as the way of heaven but indescribable. Just like the sword he wielded against the strange mirage at the Immortal Banquet, if Jiang Wen could repeat it again, he would be confident to cut off all the enemies in front of him.
Regardless of whether it is power or technique, these two directions contain things that threaten Yi Xi and the power to deal with Zhao Wuji.
Jiang Wen sighed slightly and stuffed the "Nine Nether Scriptures" back into his bag, only to encounter another thin booklet.
""Seven Sword Qi"? What the hell is this!"
Seeing the crooked words on the cover, Jiang Wen remembered that Lin Zhennan had forced something into him before leaving, which seemed to be this booklet.
Jiang Wen casually opened it and took a look, and found that the writing on the booklet was crooked, with few strokes and few strokes. Although it looked more like an earthly thing than the "Nine Nether Manual", Jiang Wen was stunned and could not understand a single sentence. It can be seen that Lin Zhennan, who was bedridden with internal injuries at the time, wrote how angry people and gods were.
The more he looked at it, the more dizzy he got, so Jiang Wen simply stopped looking. He didn't know what kind of illness Lin Zhennan had suffered in the first place, so he insisted that these things that he himself couldn't understand were some kind of secret knowledge.
"What are you doing... I probably drank too much and said something strange to him, which made him want to write such a martial arts secret book."
Jiang Wen put away both books, then sighed and said to Hong Wending.
"Wen Ding, you must practice your martial arts well and shine the sect. My master has planned to seal the sword and practice from now on. If there is no chance of fighting in the future, you will have to do it for me."
"Okay Master."
Hong Wending nodded slightly, without even asking why, "Wen Ding must live up to the reputation of our master."
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, we don't have any reputation."
Jiang Wen only said half of what he said because he was afraid that Hong Wen would be under pressure. Of course there is no such thing as prestige at the moment, but he has told Hanako in the Guandi Society to divide his heroic deeds these days into nine episodes, and tell them in turn under the overpass every day. I believe it will be available soon.
Jiang Wen and his entourage arrived at the door of the fasting room. Each person paid 20 cents and could have a hearty meal. As long as the food was not wasted, there was no limit. Vegetarian ham, vegetarian duck, winter bamboo shoots, mushrooms, roasted bran, peas, kernels, and yams were all available. Various dishes were cooked and served on smooth and neat plates for everyone to take. Buckets of fermented tofu soup and multi-grain rice were also placed aside. Rice noodles and steamed buns were piled high. Obviously, the supplies were well prepared for the three children. He was already hungry, and Little Shitou's eyes were shining brightly.
But there were more people queuing up in front of the Zhai Fang than he had imagined. Many of them were dressed as laymen and looked solemn. It was obvious that the purpose of coming here was not to eat like Jiang Wen. As the people behind him began to crowd, The team was in chaos.
Pushing forward, Xiao Shitou and the other three children felt at home in the crowd, and soon ran to the front thanks to their short stature. Jiang Wen raised his eyes and saw Yan's father and the gray man with the raised forehead. The monks in robes were sitting side by side and had already started eating.
"Little Master, why are there so many people in the temple today..."
Jiang Wen casually grabbed a young monk who was passing by, and upon taking a quick look, he realized that he was not an outsider, but the young novice monk whom he had just met under the bodhi tree.
"Today is the second day of the Water and Land Purdue Great Fast Meeting in the temple. All the rituals were completed by the monks in accordance with the law. The lay people came to watch voluntarily, so naturally it was more lively."
The little novice monk lowered his head and explained a few words. He didn't know if he recognized the person in front of him. He pointed at the notice on the wall of the dining hall and said, "The news is all here. The donor can read it by himself."
Jiang Wen and Fan Xinghan turned around to look, and found that the red paper indeed said that Guangxiao Temple was currently conducting a large-scale Dharma assembly. This Dharma assembly lasted for seven days, from the 26th of the first lunar month to the second day of the second lunar month.
The ceremony is so solemn that the monks led by the presiding monk Tian Tian will perform rituals such as chanting sutras, worshiping, reciting mantras, chanting Buddha's name, fasting to heaven, making offerings, going to the hall to preach, setting off flames, and conferring the Netherworld Precepts. We sincerely and respectfully invite you. Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and other sages and heavenly protectors descend on the mandala to mercifully protect all sentient beings, remove all obstacles, increase blessings and wisdom, absorb the spirits of the six paths, liberate them from suffering, and be reborn in the West.
Fan Xinghan said puzzledly: "This temple is interesting. Why do they start doing rituals that are only held during the Bon Festival in other places before the first lunar month? It's not the Buddha's birthday or the Bodhisattva's birthday recently?"
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said: "Gang Leader Fan, what's wrong with rejoicing in the merits like this? Otherwise, how could we make it to this vegetarian meal? Namo Amitabha."
"Master Jiang, come and sit here!"
Yan's father also saw Jiang Wen and the two queuing up, and then he called in a low voice. He saw the natural monk slowly getting up and was about to leave when he saw the situation. This made Yan's father panic, thinking that he had really offended the abbot just now.
"What advice does the donor have?"
Master Natural said expressionlessly.
"Master, this is your fault. Master Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch, said it here, not to mention the flags moving and the wind moving, it is just the heart of a benevolent person."
Jiang Wen quickly stretched out his hand to stop the other party, clasped his hands and said in a low tone, "This dining hall is so spacious and everyone can go there. It is also the convergence of all kinds of fate that we can meet again. I wanted to take this opportunity to guard against alienation and sink into the inner world." Look, why does Master deliberately avoid seeing a few of us?"
The natural monk who had been chased by Yan's father for a long time remained expressionless, but suddenly stretched out a finger.
"The reason here cannot be explained, and it must be explained. All dharmas have empty appearances. What the poor monk wanted to say has just been explained to the old donor. Why should the two donors be obsessed with names and appearances?"
"I wonder what the master has to say?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.
Master Tian still stretched out his finger and slowly pointed to the sky.
"It's just 'Heavy rain is coming'."
After finishing his words, he drifted away.
