Chapter 57: Return to the world
The man laughed and said, "How come a master like Brother Lu likes to touch things like a vulgar man? Aren't you afraid of losing your identity?" He pointed at the stone elephant with his hand, clearly mocking the stone elephant for being vulgar. .
The man took out an exquisite jade flute from his waist and said with a smile: "I heard that Mr. Lu also understands music wonderfully, and his attainments are not inferior to those of Brother Li. When I was young, I also studied under several masters and studied randomly. Regarding some flute playing skills, I recently obtained a copy of the music score of Dasheng Yuefu during the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. There is a song "Recalling the Flute on the Phoenix Stage". The method is very different from the music handed down from ancient times. Now I just take the opportunity to ask for advice. It’s the Fang family.” After saying that, he pressed the hole and started blowing.
Most of the heroes are rough people like stone elephants who cannot understand the rhythm. At first hearing, they only find it pleasant and moving. However, everyone knows that there must be a clever technique in it, and they all listen carefully to find out the mystery.
The sound of the flute initially sounded sweet and sweet, then gradually became sad. Although Shi Xiang didn't understand music, the more he listened, the more desolate he felt in his heart. He even unconsciously remembered the sadness of joining the army and later living in the rivers and lakes. All the unbearable things in the past came to mind one by one. When he hurriedly collected his mind, he only felt My whole body was so weak that I no longer wanted to think any more.
Those who were proficient in music on the field were also aroused by the sadness in their hearts. Some people secretly shed tears, and even worse, like Emei Shen Qiuyue, burst into tears.
Li Feiyun had a wonderful interpretation of the music, but he felt that this person's technique was amazing. The music seemed to contain infinite magic power, which had the effect of seducing the soul. He was about to take off his jade flute and try to break his magic sound, but his hands did not obey his command and could not move.
After a few more beats, I felt difficulty breathing, and my chest felt like a huge boulder was pressing down on me. Although my mind gradually became clearer, my whole body was in infinite pain.
He raised his eyes to look at Miss Bai again, only to see her pear blossoms covered with rain. Her eyes were fixed on Zhao An and never moved away. Suddenly, there was a pain in her heart, and a thought flashed out of thin air: If I don't get Miss Bai's heart in this life, what will happen to me in this life? There really isn't much fun in the world, so it would be better to die like this, which would save a lot of trouble.
Suddenly, a voice came intermittently in my ear: "...Relic, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, form is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true for feelings, thoughts, and consciousness... These are the empty phases of all dharmas, which are neither born nor destroyed, nor are they destroyed. The dirt is not clean, neither increases nor decreases..."
Li Feiyun felt that a big hole suddenly opened in the middle of the thousands of miles of clouds in front of him, and a beam of bright light came from the sky. Then the clouds suddenly dispersed, and the sky gradually cleared.
When he suddenly looked up, half of the heroes were paralyzed on the ground, and he also fell to his knees. Under the eaves of the corridor, there were only ten people including the crazy beggar Wu Mingming, five or six old monks of Shaolin Temple, Wudang Chongxuan Taoist, Zhao A, and the Tibetan monk Danzeng. Several people stood majestically.
Turning around to look at Lu Yunhan, he saw that his eyes were tightly closed and there were big beads of sweat on his forehead.
An old monk's chanting voice gradually lowered his voice: "... Revealing the truth, uncovering the truth, Polo reveals the truth, Polo monk reveals the truth, Bodhisattva." After reciting the Heart Sutra once, Li Feiyun recognized that it was Master Juetong. .
Li Feiyun hurriedly helped the girl next to him, still in shock, and then he realized: It turned out that this person's flute sound actually contained the magic power that disturbed people's minds. If Master Juetong hadn't come to his rescue, most of the heroes today would have fallen for it.
Li Feiyun didn't dare to listen to the sound of the flute anymore. Shi Xiang cursed and said: "What kind of magic are you doing, you thief! Wait until I wake up Brother Lu." He stretched out his hand to wake up Lu Yunhan, but the crazy beggar Wu Name, Abbot Jueming shouted in unison: "Stop!" Monk Tenzin rushed forward, grabbed the stone elephant, and said anxiously: "If the donor wakes him up now, he will be killed!"
Shi Xiang knew how powerful he was, so he stretched out his big hand and patted his forehead again, and said anxiously: "His grandma, what should I do?" He turned to Li Feiyun and said: "Sixth brother, you have always been resourceful and quick. Think of a way!" Li Feiyun's face darkened and he turned to look at the man.
I saw that the man was still playing according to the hole, obviously very fascinated.
Li Feiyun had an idea and said softly: "Yes, let's surround Wei and rescue Zhao." Shi Xiang was confused and said "Huh?" Li Feiyun said softly: "Seventh brother, stand farther away and hit him with your hammer."
Shi Xiang laughed, took a few steps back, and was about to raise the hammer and throw it at the man.
Suddenly Lu Yunhan opened his eyes, and in a flash he had taken away the jade flute from Li Feiyun's waist. Shi Xiang froze in place, not daring to move for a while.
But seeing Lu Yunhan also blowing on the hole, after only two or three blows, the heroes seemed to hear the sound of swords.
Lu Yunhan's blows failed to form a tune, as if he was an amateur, only blowing one or two sounds between seven and eight beats. Li Feiyun thought that the opponent was clever, and Lu Yunhan's counterattack was not yet successful. Unexpectedly, after a few beats, The situation suddenly changed.
Only then did Li Feiyun see the clues: the sound of the flute played by the man was as endless as flowing water, with a tendency that a needle could not penetrate, without any interruption in the middle. Lu Yunhan's performance is like a dragonfly touching water, often blowing one or two notes at key points, either a palace note, a horn note, or a zheng note. Where the two notes harmonize, the crowd seems to hear the sound of swords striking each other. Sometimes after several beats, two notes are sounded. Each person wields a sword, and sometimes several swords are exchanged within one shot. The thrill is actually even more thrilling than when the three monks exchanged blows with their fists and kicks.
Crazy beggar Wu Mingming, Master Jueming and others are so skilled in cultivation and have such broad knowledge, that they are surprised and admired by this unique fight between the two: The man's flute sound is like a snake, wandering beside the enemy, Not only can he open his mouth to hurt people at any time, but he is also completely covered in shields and armor, making him invulnerable. If Lu Yunhan hadn't been looking for opportunities to hit the seven-inch technique, I really don't know how to defeat him!
After a few beats, the two people's flute sounds clashed even more fiercely. Where the two notes harmonized, the harsh sound was as sharp as a sharp knife. Even if they used their skills to resist, they could not resist it all.
After counting, the man's continuous flute sound gradually softened, and Lu Yunhan's intermittent sound immediately took over.
This method of playing was extremely demanding on internal energy. The man's chest rose and fell faster, but his fingering did not slow down at all, and the sound of the flute never stopped.
Li Feiyun said softly to Miss Bai behind him: "That man is about to be unable to hold on anymore. When Brother Lu wins, we will get over it quickly and leave early."
Just when the two were about to decide the winner, a burst of thunderous laughter suddenly came from the horizon. The heroes on the field were shocked and dizzy. Some of the weak ones were unsteady and almost fainted to the ground for the second time.
With a "pop" sound, the jade flutes in their hands exploded.
The man lost his balance and fell to the ground. Lu Yunhan also took a few steps back, still in shock, gasping for breath.
"Hahahaha!...Ahahahaha!" Several more thunderous laughters came from the air.
The man stood up and gasped: "Mr. Lu, what are you trying to do by risking your life with me like this?"
Lu Yunhan was distracted by the laughter just now and did not answer.
"Hahahaha...hahahaha!" The laughter sounded again.
The heroes' hearts felt cold, and they all looked around with their swords pressed.
Lu Yunhan's expression changed and he lost his voice: "Could it be... could it be him?"
Shi Xiang hurriedly asked: "Who?"
Before he could answer, Abbot Jueming shouted loudly: "Where is the master coming from? If you dare, old monk, please show up to meet me!"
The heroes only felt a flash before their eyes, and someone appeared in the middle of the empty field. The man was at least sixty years old, tall, with black hair and white in the middle, a square face and a broad mouth and nose, thick eyebrows and sword-like eyes that were extremely heroic. He was Shang Jiutian who had escaped from death.
Master Juetong behind Abbot Jueming said "Hey!" and said: "Amitabha, the donor has finally come out of seclusion!"
The man pretending to be Jade Flute Sword Li Feiyun rushed to Shang Jiutian's feet, kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said straightly: "Disciple congratulates Master for his respect for leaving the world!"
Shang Jiutian didn't seem to notice. He took a few steps forward and clasped his fists at Master Juetong and said, "Monk Juetong, you are so unkind. I have been a guest in your Shaolin Temple for more than ten years, and you didn't bring me any food or wine to see me!"
Lu Yunhan was the first to scold: "Old thief, now that you have escaped, why do you dare to come here? You are so audacious!"
Shang Jiutian turned around and glanced at Lu Yunhan, and said with a smile: "Huh? You are a good young man! After we had a few tricks a few days ago, I really feel a little sorry. But after thinking about it carefully, we were ten years ago We have already dealt with each other. I have been able to meditate in this blessed place of Shaolin for ten years. It is considered that you have a share of the credit, so I should repay you. But thanks to you, I first used a trick to lure away the Shaolin masters, and then By disrupting that evil formation, I have a chance to see the light of day again. After all, we are even."
Lu Yunhan gritted his teeth and felt regretful. He wanted to step forward and fight, but he was afraid of his martial arts skills and only stared at him fiercely.
The mad beggar Wu Mingming saw that this man was powerful but could not recognize it, so he asked Master Juetong: "Master Juetong, who is this...?"
Shang Jiutian laughed twice and said: "I never thought that the famous mad beggar, known as Taishan Beidou of Wulin together with Abbot Jueming of Shaolin, could not even recognize me." The laughter stopped suddenly and he said slowly: "I Shang Jiutian is the leader of the White Lotus Sect."
Crazy beggar Wu Mingming cupped his fists and saluted, saying: "I'm sorry!"
The heroes' expressions changed as they all drew out their swords and took a few steps back with a rumble.
Shang Jiutian raised his head and smiled again: "Hahahahaha...hahahahaha, I never imagined that I have been retired from the world for more than ten years, and the heroes in the world can still be so frightened when they hear my name!"
Shang Jiutian's expression suddenly changed, and he said slowly: "I heard that a few days ago, while I was away, all the major sects in the Central Plains actually gathered together and went to my hometown. I wonder if this is possible?"
Zhao An responded loudly: "That's right! It's true!"
Shang Jiutianhu glared and said angrily: "Okay!" Zhao An also snorted and stood upright with his hands behind his back.
Shang Jiutian ignored Zhao An and said to Abbot Jueming first: "Abbot Jueming, we are of the same generation. You knew that I was in Shaolin, so you took the opportunity to lead a group of juniors to try to steal my retreat. What you did was unacceptable. Isn't that too unkind? Doesn't it look like it was done by a virtuous eminent monk?" Abbot Jueming clasped his palms together and chanted the Buddha's name without answering.
Shang Jiutian said to the crazy beggar Wu Mingming again: "And you! Although we have never met, I have heard of your name as a crazy beggar for a long time. I have always restricted my disciples not to bully the poor people of your beggar gang. , but why did you follow the juniors to mess with my lair? Could it be that at your age, you still want to compete with the back door for the limelight?" The crazy beggar also bowed his head and remained silent.
Zhao An snorted, stepped forward, and said loudly: "Your White Lotus Sect is causing chaos in Shu, killing officials and rebelling, and raising troops wantonly, so that refugees are fleeing everywhere after the war. It goes against the virtue of heaven and earth, and it is hard to escape the justice of the world. Justice! The heroes of the world gathered at the top of Mount Tai to slay the demons and rebels together. During this period, I, Zhao, was in the middle to coordinate and coordinate the heroes. If Mr. Shang wants to settle accounts, I, Zhao, will be the first! "
Shang Jiutian's eyes widened angrily and he stared at Zhao Nan for a long time. The heroes all felt cold in their hearts and secretly broke into a cold sweat for Zhao Nan.
Unexpectedly, Shang Jiutian suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... What a good boy, he is a character!"
I saw him walking slowly and saying: "You are young and have good martial arts skills, but what is even more rare is your mind. I have heard about it in the past few days. You first won the martial arts leader at the Taishan Heroes Conference." After that, he devised a clever plan to successfully find the location of our teaching headquarters. Although it was not very successful, it was still a rare success. It's a pity that you think too highly of yourself and are too calculating when things happen, so things often don't work out. When I saw you today, I couldn't help but feel a little happy in my heart, and I would like to read a few words from you, would you like to listen?"
Zhao An sneered, clasped his fists and said: "Your Majesty is a senior master, but if you have teachings, we juniors dare not disobey them."
Shang Jiutian pointed at Abbot Jueming and said: "The Shaolin abbot in front of you has been a monk in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child. He has spent the first forty years studying Buddhist scriptures and studying Shaolin's unique knowledge in the Shaolin Temple. It is the first time he has left the Shaolin Temple and set foot in the world. He is fifty years old. The reason why he can become the leader of the largest sect in the world is really difficult for ordinary people. During his tenure as the leader of the Shaolin sect, he sent monks down the mountain to assist Sheji, and pacified the Japanese pirates in the south. The bandit has set an example for those who practice martial arts in the world. The heroes of the world recommend him to lead the martial arts world because they admire his noble moral character."
He then pointed at the crazy beggar and said: "This old hero of the Beggar Clan, when he was twenty years old, he had already mastered the martial arts skill of running thunder. When he was about thirty years old, he traveled around the world to punish evil and promote good deeds and did many good deeds. When he was forty years old, So he became the leader of the first-class martial arts sect. In his hands, the beggar gangs in the world became smaller instead of growing stronger. You think he is stupid and incompetent and ruined the foundation of the beggar gangs? Big mistake! He is begging for countless people. The beggar found a way to live and work. The world's martial arts community respects him as Taishan Beidou because he is a benevolent and chivalrous person."
He pointed at Taoist Master Chongxuan of Wudang and said: "This Taoist Master Chongxuan of Wudang, have you ever heard of any outstanding martial arts masters who came out of his sect? Not one! This shows that Taoist Master Chongxuan upholds The true intention of a monk is never to argue with the heroes of the world. Otherwise, he can send one or two masters from the sect down the mountain at will. The unique skill passed down by the master Zhang Sanfeng is to ask who in the martial arts can be the enemy?"
Shang Jiutian talked politely, and he was suspected of flattering the leaders of the three martial arts sects. Unexpectedly, he suddenly changed the topic and continued to say to Zhao An: "Just by encouraging two crazy flower monks to make flower spears, and then gathering a bunch of rabble-rousers to wave flags and shout, you want to make this city stand for thousands of years without falling. Did you choose the Shaolin Temple? What a joke! What a huge joke!"
When Zhao An was told the central issue in front of the heroes of the world, no matter how deep the city was, he couldn't help but blush. Shang Jiutian said with a smile: "If it hadn't been for the intervention of my villain, this martial arts event that you have worked so hard to plan would have ended long ago. With your current Taoism, you can't defeat these three people in front of you. I advise you It’s better to make less calculations and do more practical things!”
Zhao An returned his lips and cursed: "You, the demon leader who has brought trouble to the world, are you worthy of scolding the heroes of the world?" Shang Jiutian smiled and said: "Hahahaha...hahahaha...well scolded! Well scolded!"
He turned around and walked to the man kneeling on the ground. The man hurriedly took off his mask, revealing a handsome face. It was Bai Yuan, the Thousand Hands and Thousand Faces Zong who led the men to rob and kill Zhang Ji in Shenlong Ridge.
The four heroes outside Guan just heard that the leader of the White Lotus had appeared here. They were about to step forward to recognize him. Seeing how arrogant and arrogant he was, they were undecided. At this moment, Master Zong Baiyuan and his disciples recognized each other and were about to step forward to ask for Zong Baiyuan's introduction. Seeing that Shang Jiutian's expression changed, he was afraid that he would be killed if he rushed into the car rashly, so he calmed down and waited for the opportunity to move.
Shang Jiutian asked Zong Baiyuan in a deep voice: "Bai Yuan, what's going on with the rebellion in Shu?" Zong Baiyuan's face was pale and he fell to the ground silently.
Shang Jiutian shouted: "Bai Yuan, do you know your sin?" Zong Baiyuan kowtowed and replied: "My disciple knows his sin!"
Shang Jiutian said loudly: "Dear heroes, this is my eldest disciple Zong Baiyuan, who serves as the leader of Qinglong Hall in our sect."
Then he said to Zong Baiyuan: "I have worked hard to gather the branches of the Holy Sect scattered throughout the past dynasties. I have also searched all over the world to find strange people and things to serve as the four major hall masters and the five major protectors. I have restrained the disciples' sect for decades. Everyone, abide by the canons and laws. I originally wanted to establish a sect and make our holy religion surpass Shaolin, Wudang, Beggar Clan and other major sects in the world and become the number one in the martial arts world. Who would have thought that my foundation would be destroyed in your hands? ! I am deeply in prison and have been imprisoned under this Shaolin Temple for more than ten years. For these past ten years, you have been asked to take care of the academic affairs on my behalf. It is really an unreasonable entrustment. "
It was difficult for the heroes to tell the truth from the lies. Knowing that he had deliberately said this in front of the heroes of the world, they also watched with cold eyes and continued to look down.
Shang Jiutian lost his arrogance, let out a long sigh, and said: "Today I am going to announce in front of the heroes of the world that I will return to the world from now on. The position of leader of the holy religion will still be occupied by me, so you don't have to worry about it. Zong Baiyuan kowtowed and said, "Yes! Disciples will obey the Holy Orders of the leader!"
Shang Jiutian said again: "You secretly fanned the followers, brought chaos to the world and harmed the common people, so much so that you aroused the anger of the martial arts community and destroyed the foundation of our religion. According to the rules of the religion, I can't spare your life. Do you accept it or not?"
Zong Baiyuan kowtowed and wept, and Erer burst into tears and howled loudly. Although the heroes hated him and his disciples, half of them couldn't bear to watch. Zong Baiyuan kowtowed again and again and said: "This disciple has been lonely since he was a child. He was raised by his mentor and taught martial arts to arrange his family business. Now that the master has escaped from the sea of suffering, the disciple has not been able to fulfill his filial piety for a moment, and he will die with his eyes in peace."
Shang Jiutian laughed miserably and turned away: "I have watched you grow up since I was a child, and I have become like a father and son. As the saying goes, a tiger cannot eat its own children, so how can I bear to take your life?"
The heroes sneered inwardly: After all, this devil is still showing off in front of others, so how could he seriously kill his direct disciple?
Shang Jiutian said again: "Now I will abolish all your martial arts skills so that you can know how powerful you are. Will you be convinced?" Zong Baiyuan laughed bitterly after hearing this and collapsed to the ground.
The hearts of the heroes tightened, thinking to themselves, could this devil really want to abolish the martial arts of his direct disciples? I was confused at the moment.
Suddenly, Shang Jiutian shouted, stretched out his hand and slapped Zong Baiyuan on the chest. Zong Baiyuan groaned and had no time to resist. He saw the zhenqi bulging around his body. After a loud noise, Zong Baiyuan's hair bun fell apart and his clothes were all gone. It shattered into pieces, and the person shook a few times on the ground like chaff, and immediately passed out.
Shang Jiutian gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, as if nothing had happened. The heroes felt chills in their hearts. Shang Jiutian looked away, and they pressed their swords and retreated again.
Then I saw Shang Jiutian clasping his fists and bowing, and said loudly: "Today, in front of the heroes of the world, I am announcing my return to the world. From now on, I will be the number one of the White Lotus Sect in the world." After saying this, he laughed wildly and took a long time to stop.
Shang Jiutian stopped laughing, clasped his fists and said to Abbot Jueming of Shaolin: "Master Abbot, I'm here today, firstly, to find my evil disciples, and secondly, to announce my return to the world. Now that both things have been settled, I won't bother you any more. In the future, if something happens in the world, Master Abbot and the heroes from all walks of life can say hello to each other, but they will do whatever it takes to teach them. We will see you again in the future with green mountains and clear waters." After saying this, he clasped his fists and bowed slightly, then turned around and left. .
