There is wine in the rivers and lakes, and all grudges can be cut off.
There are tears in the rivers and lakes, and people will return late when they leave.
The three temples and five courtyards in Northern Shaolin have been established for hundreds of years, and have moved forward with ups and downs in the long history. Since the north and the south were completely separated decades ago, the three temples and five courtyards have gradually laid their foundation in the north in recent years.
The three temples are Dengfeng, Lingya and Xingfa.
The five courtyards are Sanzang, Liuxiang, Shixuan, Qianwu and Huafa.
Each temple and courtyard has seventy-two large and small halls, either close to mountains and rivers, or dominating the green mountains. The Buddhist attainments practiced in each temple and courtyard vary from long to short.
Although Buddhism and Taoism are clearly distinct, there have always been frictions in the past dynasties. Among them, the three temples of Dengfeng, Lingya and Xingfa are hotly contested places for Buddhism and Taoism. The two temples took turns to replace their gates, and the gates were destroyed and demolished.
The former Tang Dynasty advocated Buddhism, and then the three temples were reclassified back to the blessed land of Buddhism. After decades of turmoil and disputes, although the three temples have lost their former glory, some of the heritage of the past decades still remains.
In recent years, many Taoists have volunteered to visit us. After all, it seems like a small wave of admiration without causing a big wave. The only thing that people are talking about is the recent feat of burning down the Buddhist temple. Combined with the Du family's experience, it clearly points to the treacherous officials of the imperial court. The surviving son is Zhao Zhengli.
He was born in a Taoist family, so he was once again provoked by troublemakers to cause disputes over Buddhist and Taoist territory.
Secondly, because of his life experience, he happened to be the "benefactor's son" of Southern Shaolin. Although the burning of the temple and monastery in Northern Shaolin because of him was disrespectful to the "Buddha", but it was private rather than public. After all, Southern Shaolin was open to the public. He closed his eyes, even secretly selfied with his hands in joy.
He naturally became a Taoist "hero" and a northern Shaolin "rival".
The hero has to pay the price after all. After being defeated by the two great masters Du Qiao and Hui Cong, he fell down and lost his life. In the end, he hid with a small life, not knowing whether he lived or died.
On the other hand, Hui Cong from Northern Shaolin and Du Qiaoren, a famous member of the Du family, spared no effort to find the Taoist "hero" with the idea of cutting the grass and eradicating the roots.
On the other side, a handsome young man in a white robe is slowly climbing a mountain while holding a beautiful woman in a glazed blue skirt.
Among the green mountains, the bells ring long and the Buddha's voice is ethereal. The ancient temples and temples are located among the green forests, and the stone steps wind between the adjacent ancient temples.
The young man in white robe walked very slowly, but his speed was uncharacteristically fast. He took the woman in the glazed blue skirt and took a step closer to him. He could see a white and blue fragment in the distance.
On the mountain, a yellow robe floated down the mountain. The large monk's robe was blown by the wind. The speed was so fast that it left a yellow afterimage, directly blocking the white and blue people going up the mountain.
The yellow monk's robe stopped, and he looked closely at the skinny little old monk under the robe. He put his palms together, and his white-browed old skin looked like he was smiling: "The second Taoist priest of Qingcheng, Yuan Taoist, came to the Han Temple, and the old monk was not welcomed from afar. "
The handsome young master in white robes looked at his sword-browed eyebrows and sneered: "You have lived for more than a hundred years, can you not be disgusted with me? You know full well that I am here to be a bald donkey, so be direct!"
The skinny old monk's smile remained unchanged: "Taoist Master is still so impatient."
The white robe's expression turned cold: "You're just pretending, I've probably scolded you a thousand times in my heart! I won't talk nonsense to you, you are not my opponent, I'm going to bite the bullet, or bring in reinforcements, just say something."
The old monk in yellow robes and robes suppressed his smile: "It seems that things can't be better. You just want to be young again." The old monk glanced at the woman in the glazed blue skirt: "I actually took her with me, it cost a lot of money. Infuriating Qi and realm, right? Then let the old monk teach Taoist Yuan the yin and yang method after returning to youth."
As he spoke, his breath suddenly changed as he clasped his hands together, and a terrifying pressure burst out from his thin body. Dozens of phantoms appeared in all directions. He took a step forward, and the phantoms overlapped and condensed into his body.
"Buzz!"
In an instant, the skinny old monk glowed like a holy Buddha.
"call!"
The old monk clasped his hands together, pushed his right hand forward, and used the Buddhist fearless seal. A golden palm print struck the white-robed young man out of the air.
"Chaoyang, be careful!"
The woman in the glazed blue dress instinctively warned that for a person like her who had no real energy at all, this palm would undoubtedly be a disaster.
To avoid being affected, she tried to pull out the green fingers she was holding, but was slightly tightened by the white-robed Yuan Chaoyang.
With his other hand and his sleeve, he drew a circle in the air. The black and white gases seemed to be summoned, forming a circular mirror. The black and white gases twisted clockwise, and a "buzz" sound immediately accelerated. Each of the two colors evolved into yin and yang. fish.
Such a tedious process was completed in just one breath, and the golden palm print didn't even get closer. The white robe waved lightly, and the Yin Yang Diagram took the initiative to meet the golden palm.
"Bo"
The collision between the two objects did not make a devastating sound. The golden palm disappeared into the Yin and Yang diagram like a mud cow entering the sea, causing ripples like lake water.
The forward speed of the Yin Yang Diagram did not slow down, and it directly attacked the skinny old monk. The old monk held the dharma seal in his palm and used his hand instead of a knife to chop vertically, drawing out several meters of dazzling sharp blades. With a sound of "Clang!", it sounded like cutting metal. The yin and yang diagram within a short distance was split into two halves.
At this time, the old monk was showing signs of weakness.
The white-robed young man smiled contemptuously: "I can't even put in more than three points of my power, and you still look like this, are you still going to do it?"
The old monk was about to take action again, but the white robe looked slightly cold: "You will have to pay the price for the second time! Have you thought about it?"
A trace of fear flashed in the old monk's eyes. After a brief struggle, he gathered his fingers and looked carefully at the old monk's thin face with swollen veins and beads of sweat falling down his withered old face.
He is concentrating all his efforts to use the Buddhist Vajra Finger.
The white-robed Yuan Chaoyang who was facing him shook his head helplessly, picked up a stone from the ground with one palm like a flower, and flicked it with concentration to meet the oncoming Vajra Finger.
"boom!"
The stone disintegrated the golden finger power with great penetrating power. The old monk was shocked and retreated. However, the stone was extremely fast and hit his chest in an instant. A hole the size of a finger was made out of the yellow robe. With that huge force, he flew backwards for several meters.
The yellow-robed old monk stumbled to his feet, with an undisguised panic on his face: "You are still strong in the realm of true energy after returning to youth. Have you entered that realm?"
The white-robed young man pulled the woman in the glazed blue skirt and continued to climb the mountain: "We have just touched the threshold. In ten or eight years, maybe we can step in." He looked at the woman in the glazed blue skirt next to him tenderly: "Time is not waiting for me. There are always choices to make, and if you have regrets, what's the use of living forever!"
The old monk blushed: "How much effort did you make just now?"
The white-robed young man stopped and replied: "Five points!"
The skinny and short old monk sighed like a frustrated ball: "You don't have to go up the mountain. Dengfeng Temple will start to retreat from the secular world from now on, and will no longer interfere with the affairs of the world within ten years." After speaking, he asked: "So, Taoist Master Are you satisfied?"
White-robed Yuan Chaoyang smiled brightly: "I don't mean to force anyone to do anything. It's just that young people should solve their own problems by themselves. Don't bully the young by relying on a few more years of food. Doesn't this break the rules of the world?"
The old monk smiled wryly at himself: "It's clear, it's clear!"
Baipao's smiling face remained the same: "You've come, how can there be any reason to leave empty-handed?"
It seemed to be a discussion tone, but it showed that he could not refuse.
The old monk could only cry in his heart: "I have a century-old foundation, but I hope the Taoist priest will show mercy!"
Although Dengfeng Temple shows signs of depression compared with the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, pilgrims and monks are still prosperous.
An old monk in a yellow robe led a handsome man and a beautiful woman in white and blue into the mountain gate.
Tourists and pilgrims paused to watch, sometimes whispering, "The young man in white robe is so handsome, and the woman in blue skirt is so beautiful. Why is the old monk so polite to the two of them? Could it be that he is the grandson of a general again?"
Only the monk in cassock stopped to salute and called: "Uncle Master!" Then he looked at the backs of the three figures in the distance with strangely puzzled eyes.
The three of them passed through the crowd and went straight to the depths of the secluded back mountain. There were fish ponds and lotus ponds, and there was a statue of Buddha. The lotus pond was full of life, the carp were active and spirited, the statues were shining brightly, and the whole back mountain had a glowing atmosphere, which was ordinary. Yang Guifen felt refreshed in the beautiful glazed blue dress.
Yuan Chaoyang in white robe looked around, waved his big sleeves, and captured all the people in the air. The back mountain filled with sunlight swayed slightly, and most of the happy atmosphere suddenly withered.
Looking at Yuan Chaoyang's big sleeves, there is a transparent air flow surging and struggling. If you look closely, you can see a transparent Buddha, more than three inches long. It is running rampant in the white sleeves. Yang Guifen is looking at it with surprise.
Yuan Chaoyang in white robes flexed his fingers and said, "If there is a cause, there will be an effect. So what if I turn into a Buddha? Be quiet now!"
The more than three-inch transparent Buddha suddenly became quiet and turned into strands of airflow clinging to the big sleeves.
The old monk on the other side smiled bitterly as if his flesh had been cut off, and never said a word from beginning to end.
The handsome man and woman, one in white and one in blue, quickly descended the mountain, with light steps and comfortable expressions, except that they were missing the Dengfeng Temple master and uncle to say goodbye.
Deep in the mountains behind Dengfeng Temple, the skinny and short uncle-in-law knelt down in the middle of the eclipsed statue and lotus pond, muttering: "What a sin, a disciple! What a sin, a disciple!"
On the same day, a storm arose in the northern world. A pair of young men and women in white robes and blue skirts visited the three temples and five courtyards of Northern Shaolin one after another. No one succeeded in stopping them. They were all defeated in three moves and two, and snatched half of the spiritual lotus from Lingya Temple. Later, Xingfa Temple, one of the three temples, resisted with all its strength, but in exchange, the temple door was forcibly demolished. The method was like that of an immortal. He raised his palms and waved his sleeves and overthrew countless monks. The three great masters of the temple were beaten to pieces. Qi cultivation, and finally drained away the spiritual energy bred by the incense, which completely destroyed Xingfa Temple's century-old incense foundation.
After this incident, no one from the five northern Shaolin temples behind him dared to stop him. The white robe took away half of the spiritual root and spiritual energy from each temple as if strolling in a courtyard.
On the second day, men and women in white robes and blue skirts came to the Du family in Cangzhou. Yuan Chaoyang was a little surprised. The entire Du family was waiting in advance. From the elders of the great clan to the children of three to five years old, they opened the ceremony. The whole family stood side by side along both sides of the gate.
After experiencing the experiences of the three temples and five courtyards in Northern Shaolin, it is not difficult to deduce that the reason for Yuan Chaoyang's trip to the north was nothing more than using the rules of the world to explain to the rebellious son of the rebellious minister in Qingcheng, but it was not stated openly.
The Du family was not one of the five major families in the north, so how could they have the confidence to challenge a ruthless man who easily swept through three temples and five monasteries in Northern Shaolin.
If we really want to compare, the Du Family's Ding Po Tian is equated with the Five Temples among the Three Temples and Five Courtyards, so it is also very interesting.
Yuan Chaoyang wore a white robe and stepped into the ceremony gate. He looked at the two rows of old, young, women and children in the Du family and said jokingly: "You guys are so knowledgeable about affairs, but it makes it difficult for us to handle it. It seems unfair to Northern Shaolin to let it go. It will not be easy to destroy it." It's humane." He glanced at the two rows of Du family members who were bowing their heads and asked: "Can you tell me how to choose the right way?"
A middle-aged man, inspired by the looks of several elders, mustered up the courage to raise his body slightly. His eyes were wandering and he did not dare to look directly at him and said: "I heard that Master Yuan practiced the method of yin and yang. The Du family has a weak financial background and has nothing to give out gifts. The family is left-handed." I have selected a few decent-looking tribesmen to serve the Taoist priest, and I hope the Taoist priest will accept them!"
After saying that, he quickly winked at the young women with curvy figures next to them, and they walked out of the crowd with gentle steps.
In terms of body and appearance alone, the Du family has really put their heart and soul into it, and they are indeed outstanding in appearance. However, Yuan Chaoyang, who was wearing a white robe at this time, was in trouble and coughed dryly: "Is this Tao like a person who practices the evil technique of picking yin and replenishing yang?"
After saying that, he didn't forget to glance at the lovely beauty beside him with a strange smile.
Yang Guifen, who was wearing a glazed blue dress, smiled and said: "It's hard to refuse such kindness, so the Taoist priest should not accept it!"
These words sounded like jealousy, and Yuan Chaoyang looked startled: "I am a serious person, and what I practice is the right way!"
Then the conversation suddenly changed: "But I can keep it for Mr. Zhao!"
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