Chapter 87: The vast and dark wind turns the white grass
Since arriving at Wulaofeng on March 20th, Zhang Ji and his wife have been sleeping in the open air day and night. They have visited Wulaofeng in Lushan Mountain. Where are the shadows of Bai Furong and Chu Jianghan?
It was finally dark on the seventh day of the lunar month, and Zhang Ji urged Xiaoruo to climb the fourth highest peak early.
The mountain wind was howling, and although Zhang Ji didn't feel cold due to his strong inner strength, he still picked up pine branches, lit a bonfire, and sat next to Xiaoruo.
Seeing that he was silent for a long time, Xiaoruo said softly: "What are you thinking about?" Zhang Ji lowered his head and looked back, took a deep breath and grinned: "Hey, what am I thinking about? Can I still hide it from you?"
Xiaoruo wrapped her arms around him, exhaled the scent and said, "Since you have the nickname 'Red Handed Spirit Slaughter', you should be a hard-hearted Taisui Yama, why are you so pretentious like a woman?"
Zhang Ji just sighed and said nothing after hearing her teasing. Xiao Ruo squeezed him hard and said, "I thought I could get to know the true face of Lushan Mountain through this trip, but I didn't want to end up as a landlady patrolling the mountain. Marrying you is really a humiliation for the girl." As he said this, he flipped his hair and said, Even more infinite style.
Zhang Ji still didn't talk to her, and just kept thinking to himself:
“The Wulao Peak in the southeast of Mount Lushan has golden hibiscus cut out of the blue sky.
The beautiful scenery of Jiujiang can be taken in, and I will nest the cloud pine trees here. "
Seeing that he mentioned this poem again, Xiaoruo joked again: "No, no, no. I've just been touring the mountains for a few days, and I'm already tired of them. If I really live here, exposed to the wind and sun, wouldn't I have to go there early?" If I become a yellow-faced woman, then you won’t want me anymore.” She said and kissed him again.
Zhang Ji stretched out his hand to touch her face and said with a smile: "Get some sleep, otherwise you will become a yellow-faced woman, but you will become a red-eyed woman first." Someone stopped her into his arms. Xiao Ruolinglong was so petite that she was held in his arms like a child. He couldn't help but feel his face heat up and let out a "squeak".
"I'm afraid I'll have another nightmare!" It was Xiao Ruo's turn to be serious. Zhang Ji felt pity in his heart, patted her back gently, and said softly: "What are you afraid of? With my fists and feet, I will be able to protect you and your two children."
Xiaoruo said softly: "The iron-billed crow, the iron-billed crow again, a dense mass of black people, all flew into Xianyun Village. I held Xuan'er and Yan'er's hands, but I couldn't find you... I fought hard, I tried my best to rush, but I still didn’t have the strength..." He called out softly: "Good brother, I had this dream when I was a child, and the next day, my father was taken away..." He started sobbing.
Thinking back to the time he wrote the inscription on Dengfeng Tower, which caused the destruction of the Yang family, Zhang Ji felt guilty again and whispered: "If I hadn't been drunk and talking nonsense in Dengfeng Tower, I wouldn't have It hurts you..."
Xiao Ruo gave him a hammer and stood up and said: "Don't talk nonsense!" Then he got into his arms and said quietly: "I don't want to do your business. Daddy has such a temper. Even if you didn't write the inscription on the Feng Tower, he would I will also find someone who will write a letter of impeachment from the top."
After she finished crying, she smiled again and said: "I never thought that a rough country boy like you could actually write and write, and you couldn't be more sour. Girl, I still have good taste, huh!"
Hearing her seeming praise but actually ridiculing, Zhang Ji responded vaguely.
Xiaoruo was in a good mood after crying. She twisted around and lay in his arms, saying, "Who do you think this old Taoist Qing and Monk Jueqing are? Why do you choose only the leaders of various sects to come to Lushan Mountain? You If you say I came with you, does that count as breaking their rules?"
Zhang Jixian answered that he was sure, and said with a smile: "What does this mean? Even if I really plan to open a sect one day, you will definitely be the leader!" Xiao Ruole said: "Bah! How shameless! , aren’t you afraid that the world’s martial arts community will laugh at you for being henpecked?”
Zhang Ji just laughed, but Xiao Ruo interrupted him and asked again: "I want to ask you seriously: Who is this monk? Have you heard of it before?"
Zhang Jidao: "There used to be a saying in the martial arts world of 'four palms, three swords, and eight divine fists.' But now, only the 'four great magical arts' are the most famous. They are: Shaolin School's Yi Jin Jing, a The Qing Taoist's Danyang Sword Technique, the Haisha Clan's Hansha Palm, and the Beggar Clan's Thunder Hand. The Qing Taoist was the master who taught the Eighth Brother's sword technique, and the 72nd Danyang Sword Technique was the master of the Three Heavens, Earth and Men. One of the swords. The old monk should have studied in Shaolin. He is the same generation as Juetong, Jueming and other eminent monks, and possesses several Shaolin secrets such as the Yi Jin Jing. These two are both reclusive masters with unfathomable martial arts skills. , if it weren’t for Brother Chu’s introduction, I would never have known these two people.”
Xiao Ruo said: "Then the two of them summoned the leaders of various factions, will there be any conspiracy?" Zhang Ji shook his head and said: "If we want to know if they have any conspiracy, we can go over and ask, can't we find out?"
Xiao Ruo rolled up and looked around. He saw no light from the fire, no voice or barking dogs, and asked suspiciously: "Everyone is here? It's only the eighth day of the lunar month."
Zhang Jidao: "It was only then that there were shouts and shouts at the waist of the third peak. I think they are meeting there, so let's go there now!"
Xiaoruo kicked the fire in response and was about to go find some rocks to put down the remaining flames. He heard popping sounds and dust and smells hit his nostrils. He couldn't help but laugh and curse: "You are so shameless..." As soon as his feet were empty, Zhang Ji was already carrying him on his back, running towards the third peak.
A bonfire gradually came into view, and figures could be vaguely seen walking in front of the fire. Xiaoruo gently poked Zhang Ji, signaling him to put her down. Zhang Ji smiled and said: "My wife, what are you afraid of!" But he still put him down and walked towards the fire.
The scent of rosin mixed with the pungent smell of smoke inhaled the nostrils. It seemed that the person who lit the fire was a big-name boss who did not often do rough work, but what was burning was a twig that was not dry, but the flames jumped extremely high.
Xiaoruo coughed and followed unconsciously.
But under a huge rock cliff, I saw more than 20 people, dressed as monks, Taoists, or lay people, sitting around a bonfire, without saying a word.
Seeing Zhang Ji leading Xiaoruo, everyone was startled and looked under the boulder. Several of them recognized Zhang Ji and stood up slowly. Zhao An even screamed, obviously not expecting it.
Among the crowd, Zhou Dalei, leader of the Beggar Clan, and Tenzin, a Tibetan monk, rushed forward to say hello. Zhang Ji immediately took Xiao Ruo to salute the two of them as well as Shaolin Abbot Jueming, Quanzhen Master Yunyang Zhenren and other senior masters.
A voice said: "Two masters, didn't you say that only the heads of each sect are invited to attend this meeting?" It was Chao Yangzi, the head of the Taishan sect.
Another voice asked: "Can Xianyun Village be regarded as a martial arts gang?" Chaoyangzi said again: "Even if Xianyun Village is a martial arts gang like the Tang Clan and the Haisha Clan, these people who are here are not The owner of the village, Xiao Fan Li, brings a girl with him, what the hell is going on?"
Beside the fire, Lu Long and Xiao Feng, a couple, stood up in response and said, "Our Penglai sect has been established by our ancestors. Each generation has a man and a woman who are the sect leaders. I see that two people from Xianyun Village have come. Nothing is impossible.”
Zhang Ji held Xiaoruo's hand and remained silent.
The leaders were quarreling among themselves, but the two principals closed their eyes and calmed down without saying a word.
Zhou Dalei raised his voice and said: "Masters, please be quiet. Xianyun Village is a very important player in the martial arts world, so it's okay to send two representatives here." After hearing this, everyone gradually fell silent.
Monk Jueqing and Taoist Yiqing looked at each other, and finally spoke, asking, "May I ask Mr. Zhang, why Master Shen hasn't arrived yet? But it's already..." Although his words were harsh, his tone was gentle, without any seniority.
Zhang Ji cupped his fists and replied: "To return to my elder brother, my eldest brother has been feeling unwell recently and has left the affairs of the village to my juniors to take care of. Therefore, I took the liberty to come to the meeting on my eldest brother's behalf."
Everyone knew about Li Feiyun's escape from marriage on the eighth day of March, and they all knew it tacitly. They were silent and sneered, and no one said a word.
For a moment, everyone fell silent again. The leaders of each sect all possess their own unique skills, with profound martial arts and extraordinary cultivation. Some are skilled in mystical cultivation, or some are skilled in meditation. Seeing that others were silent, each one took on the posture of a master, I meditated, meditated, closed my eyes and meditated, and seemed to have strengthened my concentration.
Zhang Jitong and Xiao Ruo found a stone and sat down. Seeing that Zhao An looked relaxed, he brought pine branches to add firewood, and the fire crackled and burned more and more vigorously.
After a long time, Zhou Dalei, the leader of the Beggar Clan, was lying on a rock like a bear, snoring loudly, scratching his back, grinding his teeth and burping from time to time. When he turned around, he farted loudly.
An old nun and Taishan sect Chao Yangzi behind him shivered with anger, but he suppressed the air and pretended to be a master, still meditating with his eyes closed.
Xiao Ruo couldn't help but smile when he saw Shaolin Abbot Jueming and Quanzhen Master Chongyang looked at each other, nodded, shook their heads, and both grinned.
Xiao Ruo was thinking about what Zen wisdom these two enlightened men must have thought of, when another young man behind Zhou Dalei finally couldn't hold his breath, his chest fell together, and he immediately vomited wildly.
Everyone finally couldn't hold it any longer and burst into laughter. Xiao Ruoqiang maintained a dignified posture, but couldn't help but smile and bend over.
Zhou Dalei was having a meeting with Duke Zhou. He thought that because there were so many masters protecting the law, he had already relaxed his vigilance. He was awakened by the laughter of everyone, and rolled down the boulder without paying attention, like a sow.
Even though all the sect leaders were extremely well-educated, six or seven out of ten of them burst out laughing again at this moment.
Zhou Dalei turned over, rubbing his eyes with one hand and wiping his saliva with the other. He showed no trace of the demeanor of being in charge of the largest gang in the martial arts world. Everyone was thinking: This week, Zhou Dalei has truly become the true successor of his master, the "Crazy Beggar".
Everyone was laughing happily when they saw something moving across the night sky from east to west. It had a head and a tail. The head was bright and the tail was dark. The end was extremely strange.
Chao Yangzi exclaimed: "Look, broom star!" Everyone stood up and looked up, and everyone was amazed.
Shaolin Abbot Jueming's face darkened, he shook his head and sighed. Quanzhen Master Yunyang Zhenren sat on the ground in shock and shouted: "It's bitter! It's bitter!"
Everyone is the leader of various martial arts sects, and all the mysterious cultivators are knowledgeable and knowledgeable. They gradually feel that such visions coming from the sky will have unspeakable fulfillment in the human world, and they all think about it for a moment.
The monk, who was the convener, closed his eyes and meditated. Taishan Chaoyangzi and others finally couldn't hold it anymore and took the lead in asking: "Two seniors, the heads of the most prestigious sects and gangs in the martial arts world are almost here now." "You two seniors, you should make it clear what your instructions are." Abbot Xingzhi of Foguang Temple in Mount Wutai, Lu Long, Xiaofeng and his wife all agreed in unison.
Zhao An also clasped his fists and saluted the monk and said: "Two masters, heads of Shaolin, Quanzhen, Emei, Kunlun, Kongtong, Diancang, Qingcheng, Taishan, Nanyue Hengshan, Beiyue Hengshan and other sects, Beggar Leaders of the Gang, Jiuhuashan Puji Temple, Wutai Mountain Foguang Temple, Haisha Gang, Xianyunzhuang, Tangmen and other sects, and even the Penglai and Zangbian Esoteric Sects of the East China Sea are also here. At present, except for the headmaster of Wudang Chongxuan Dao Foreign Minister, there are a total of twenty sects in the martial arts world, and all those in charge of the sects are here. If the two seniors have any instructions, the juniors are all ears."
The monks stood up slowly together, and Monk Jueqing said: "The Jianghu sect and the Green Forest Snobbery are almost all here. Let's not wait for Wudang Chongxuan Taoist Master. Old man, it's time to do something serious!"
The old Taoist Yiqing nodded and said loudly: "Masters, the two of us are watching the sky at night. First, Yinghuo entered the South Dou, and now there is a broom star appearing in the world. There are strange phenomena coming from the sky, and disasters are about to occur in the world. I have specially summoned all the masters to come here tonight. , just to discuss the big plan together."
Abbot Jueming of Shaolin, Master Yunyang of Quanzhen, and Master Ziyang of Kongtong understood Buddhism and morals well. They were shocked and saluted in unison: "Please release these two Taoist brothers."
Yiqing opened his mouth and said: "The Kaiyuan Zhan Jing records: Yinghuo invaded Nandou, which led to a great rebellion in China; there were rebel ministers, the road was blocked, and the prime minister had something to do; he also led to chaos, thieves, mourning, and soldiers, and he stayed there for a long time. His country is in ruins..."
There are many talented and intelligent people among the people, but since childhood, their minds have been devoted to studying martial arts and running the mountain gate. They are all like Zhang Ji. Although they are also proficient in writing, they are also familiar with such knowledge as astronomy, stars, divination, and numbers. Confused, getting more confused.
Zhou Dalei, the leader of the Beggar Clan, only knew that what the two of them said was reasonable. Even though he tried his best to listen, he didn't understand why he was yawning all the time.
Upon seeing this, Zhao An said: "Two seniors, most of the people present are rough men wielding swords. They cannot listen to such exquisite words. Please speak more plainly."
Old Taoist Yiqing stopped talking and saw that he was interrupted. He turned around and looked up, saying no more words. Monk Jueqing continued: "Masters, the two of us have watched the sky at night and made various deductions. We have concluded that the martial arts world is going to suffer a catastrophe. We will not hesitate to cause death and leak the secrets. Here we want to point out a clear path for you."
Dian Cang and Lu Cangsong have always been straightforward and said with a smile: "Since the beginning of the Green Forest River and Lake, when has the killing and catastrophe stopped? The two seniors must have said that there will be a second Zhenyue Sword in the world, and a second White Lotus Sect will reappear in the world. Alright?"
Monk Jueqing ignored it and continued to speak loudly: "The two of us observed the celestial phenomena at night and deduced the divination and only came up with three hexagrams. Beyond the three hexagrams, we cannot know anything."
Yunyangzi asked in a deep voice: "I dare to ask, brother, which three hexagrams are they?"
Jue Qing replied: "One is the dragon sucking up all the rivers, the second is the dragon being trapped in the shoal, and the third is the dragon fighting with the tiger."
Zhou Dalei became impatient and said: "Senior, what do dragons, dragons, tigers, dogs, pigs, and pigs have to do with the catastrophe in the martial arts?"
Jueqing said: "In the first hexagram, the dragon absorbs hundreds of rivers. The so-called 'baichuan' refers to the various martial arts sects that you are in charge of. As for the 'dragon'... you can't say it, you can't say it!" Monk Jueqing suddenly looked up to the sky. He sighed and became speechless.
Zhao An asked in surprise: "Could it be...could someone want...to annex all the major sects in the martial arts world?" Everyone felt a chill when they heard this.
Monk Jueqing said slowly: "Master Zhao, the word 'annexation' seems to be inexhaustible!"
From the beginning of the free martial arts world, to today's martial arts sects blooming, which sect, which sect, and which person or surname has conquered all the martial arts sects and truly unified the martial arts world? Everyone thought about it again and again, and felt that this monk was talking nonsense, and many of them burst out laughing.
Ziyang Zhenren, the leader of Kongtong, also asked: "I dare to ask my brother, what is the explanation for the dragon trapped in the shallows?"
Jue Qing said: "The dragon is trapped in the shoal. It is because the dragon wants to suck up the Baichuan River, but the weather is not right during the flight. It is trapped on the shoal. At the same time, there will be heavy rain from the sky to nourish the dragon's body. The flood will pour back and the mountains will collapse and the earth will crack!"
Zhang Ji suddenly remembered the verses that this monk said to Xianyun Village:
"God is playing a trick, turning his hand to become hot and cold.
The sea is moved by three mountains, and the river is several feet high and strong.
The dagger was lost in shock due to thunder, and the bed was forced to move due to leaking rain.
If you don't worry about filling the gully, you will become more and more crazy as you get older. "I was so shocked that I broke into a cold sweat for a while.
"The floods poured in, the landslides and the ground cracked... What does this mean?" Zhou Dalei, Abbot Xingzhi, Lu Long, Xiaofeng and his wife and others became increasingly puzzled and asked one after another.
Monk Jueqing shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said two words in shock: "Earthquake!"
Everyone saw him talking more and more evil, because the two of them were famous seniors, and they had a lot of money with the late teacher of many people present. Due to courtesy and affection, although they questioned and ridiculed, their words were not out of line.
Zhao Dan said: "Seniors, don't rush to talk about your third hexagram. Just the first two words you said, can people believe it? There is a saying that 'the son does not talk about strange power and confuses the gods', junior Although I don’t understand the science of astrology and divination, I don’t dare to easily believe your ridiculous words. How can you convince others?”
The old Taoist Yiqing turned around, snorted coldly, and said: "Boy, you are conceited and arrogant. I, the two old men, understand this, but what's the difficulty in convincing you?"
Everyone listened to what he said and wanted to confirm what he said one by one, but they didn't know how the two of them were going to confirm such shocking things?
An old Taoist from the Qing Dynasty said: "There is one pile here. When Wudang Headmaster Chongxuan Taoist Master arrives, you will have a first clue. This second pile..." At this point, he paused again.
Monk Jueqing continued: "This second thing... don't rush! No rush! You can see it yourself. After everyone has seen the first two things, it won't be too late for us to talk about the third hexagram." After that, he said Qing Laodao looked at each other, sat down on the ground, closed their eyes and rested their minds.
Everyone was the leader of the same sect. Due to their status and sentiments, they did not dare to make too many remarks. As before, they pretended to meditate on the spot and murmured in their hearts.
Zhang Ji was thinking about this, Xiaoruo saw this and pulled him to sit outside the circle, and fell asleep gently leaning against him.
Zhao An continued to add firewood to the fire, and with the sound of thunder and farts mixed with Zhou Dalei's snoring, Zhang Ji finally fell asleep.
In the haze, he brought Xiao Ruo, Zixuan, and Zi Yan to Xianyun Manor. His eldest brother, Xiao Fan Li, and Shen San had prepared wine and food for him. His third brother, Judge Chou, his fourth brother, Golden Sword, his fifth brother, Wooden Sword, and his sixth brother. Li Feiyun and his wife, seventh brother Shi Xiang, eighth brother Chu Jianghan and Yu'er, Lu Yunhan and Shen Qiuyue were also there. Shen Fu was waiting beside his eldest brother, and there were several toddlers running around the table playing. The eldest brother raised his wine and said to everyone: "Brothers, this is our last meal, let's do it!"
Zhang Ji was puzzled and asked: "Brother, what are you talking about?" Xiao Fan Li smiled and patted his shoulder and said: "From now on, you will take care of the brothers." He then said to everyone: "Brothers, we must take care of you in the future." If you love each other, you must not be suspicious of each other, let alone kill each other!"
Zhang Ji was very unhappy after hearing this and was about to mutter something to his elder brother: Why are you talking nonsense when you haven't even drank a drop of wine?
Just as he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly saw darkness in the distance. Countless things flew out of the windows and doors, with iron mouths and steel teeth, blood-red eyes, and his whole body was black and shiny. They were chirping and making him have a headache.
Those monsters first took away the eldest brother, then the third and seventh brothers. They waved their palms to chase them away, but they didn't have any strength in their bodies. Only the eighth brother slashed a large piece to death with his sword, but the eighth brother was pecked. Covered with bruises...
A long roar came from a distance and woke him up - but it turned out that the headmaster of Wudang, Chongxuan Taoist Master, had arrived.
Zhang Ji's heart was beating like a drum on a battlefield, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.
When everyone saw Master Chongxuan arriving, they all stood up to greet him.
Taoist priest Chongxuan bypassed the crowd and walked straight to Zhang Ji. He bowed his head and said, "Mr. Zhang, Xianyun Village... Xianyun Village..."
There was a dizziness in front of his eyes, and a surge of anger burst into his chest. Zhang Ji shouted: "What happened to Xianyun Village?"
"Something happened in Xianyun Village!"
Everyone was in an uproar.
"Up and down... I'm afraid, I'm afraid that no one will survive!"
Xiao Ruo and Taoist Chong Xuan grabbed Zhang Ji who was paralyzed, but they heard a heart-rending roar that penetrated into everyone's hearts: "Brother...my good big brother..."
Xiaoruo rushed forward, hugged him tightly in her arms, reached out to touch his chest, and said distressedly: "It's okay...it's okay!"
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they all avoided the two of them. Just as they were about to ask Chongxuan Taoist in detail, suddenly, there was lightning and thunder, and a ray of light tore open the sky, shining directly into the world. The earth began to tremble, then shake, and then roll up and down. , rumbling, giant tumbling down from the top of the head, mountains collapsing and the ground cracking, as if the gods and Buddhas in the sky are fighting...
