"I want you to leave this room quietly, that's all." Lu Jing said.
The man looked at Lu Jing again and confirmed that the latter really had no intention of talking to him anymore, so the look on his face became cold and he sneered twice.
"I'm doing this for your own good. The stuff in the box... is very hot. It would be a disaster for anyone in the world to hold it in their hands except my family.
"Before you see what's inside, please hand it over to me. Otherwise, I bet you will regret today's decision in the future."
"I thought you could say something more harsh." Lu Jing said regretfully. .
"Haha, I don't know whether to live or die." The man shook his head, looked directly into Lu Jing's eyes and said, "You will kneel in front of me, return the contents of the box to me, and then beg me to spare your life."
After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the room without looking back without waiting for Lu Jing to answer.
And when he left, Lu Jing opened the iron box without any hesitation.
I saw...a cassock inside.
The fabric of this cassock looked familiar to Lu Jing. He reached out to touch it and confirmed that it was made of the same material as the bellyband and arm guards he had obtained before. They were sewn with gold threads.
However, the feeling of getting it is still somewhat different. This cassock is obviously rougher, and Lu Jing also found a lot of damage.
The key is that the damaged areas didn't look like they were scratched by some magical blade, but more like they were broken by themselves. Lu Jing was secretly frightened when he saw it. He had experienced the strength and toughness of the golden threads personally. It is enough to defend against ordinary swords.
If you leave it alone, the gold wire will be damaged. How many years will it take?
At first, he thought that this cassock belonged to Master Honglian, but now it seems that its owner is probably someone else, but it later fell into the hands of Master Honglian.
Wen Xiaochuan looked closely at it for a moment, then pointed at a place and said, "Look, there seems to be writing here."
Lu Jing also noticed it. He carefully picked up the cassock and found a letter at the bottom of the box.
However, Lu Jing did not read the letter, but turned the cassock over first. Sure enough, he saw writing on the back. The writing was also sewn on, using an unknown orange silk thread, and was sewn densely. There are several hundred words.
Lu Jing looked at it for about half a cup of tea, and after a quick guess, he recognized two words.
Finally, Xuanji, who had read a lot of books, said, "This is the "Martial Classics"."
""Martial Arts"? What is that?"
"I've been reading it for a while, and it seems like it should be a general outline of martial arts. However, I have never practiced martial arts, and I can't quite understand what's inside." Xuanji paused, and then added, "What's on this cassock?" The writing is in turtle shell script, and turtle shell script was the writing used by people six thousand years ago.”
"Six thousand years? That's such a long time." Xia Huai was also startled.
On the other side, Wen Xiaochuan frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.
At this time, Lu Jing took out the letter again and opened it.
This time it was Master Honglian's handwriting. After Lu Jing finished reading the letter, he trembled and collapsed directly on the chair.
"What's wrong?" Xia Huai was startled and quickly picked up the letter that fell from Lu Jing's hand to the ground.
She was also shocked after reading it, but she still didn't understand why Lu Jing had this expression of lifeless eyes and a hopeless expression.
The content of the letter was not complicated. It just explained the origin of the cassock, and then included the contents of the cassock translated by Master Honglian. There was also a paragraph of instructions from him to the person who got the cassock.
Xia Huai didn't know which part of the content could torture Lu Jing like this.
"It's okay." Lu Jing waved his hand feebly.
Wen Xiaochuan suddenly clapped his hands and said, "I remembered it! "The Martial Arts", it is rumored that the secret book of martial arts left by the Buddha himself is the source of all martial arts in the world. It is known as the first magical skill in martial arts, but no one has ever seen it. No one has ever been there, and no one has practiced it. Even its existence is highly controversial.
"However, there are rumors that the Buddhist monks have been secretly searching for the whereabouts of the "Martial Scripture". For some reason, they always firmly believe in the existence of this secret book. Unfortunately, thousands of years have passed, but they have not even seen the shadow of the "Martial Scripture". Never seen it... Wait, that's not right.
"If the martial arts recorded on this cassock are really martial arts scriptures, then Master Honglian has already found it. But why didn't he tell the other monks?"
Wen Xiaochuan said to himself, "Well, the "Martial Arts" is the peerless martial arts left by the Buddha himself. There must be many people coveting it. For the sake of his own safety, Master Honglian kept this matter secret while he was still alive. It was undoubtedly the right choice, but why didn’t he return the cassock to Buddhism after his death?”
"Because he doesn't want to destroy Buddhism." Xia Huai said, "Although this "Martial Arts Sutra" only has more than 300 words, it explains the origin of martial arts. Every sentence has profound meaning. With Master Honglian's greatness, Wisdom, he spent more than forty years and could only decipher three of the sentences.
"But just these three sentences made his martial arts improve greatly. Even the Crazy One Hundred and Eight Staffs, which are just ordinary martial arts, can exert power in his hands that is comparable to a unique skill.
"So he asserted that if this secret book was returned to Buddhism, all the monks in the world would not have to do anything, and they would gather together every day to meditate on the "Martial Arts Sutra".
"Isn't this good?" Wen Xiaochuan was puzzled, "All the monks have become capable of fighting. Who will dare to bully them in the future?"
"But the problem is that the most important thing for monks is not to practice martial arts, but to practice and promote Buddhism." Xia Huai shook his head.
"Then find some monks to study the "Martial Sutra", and the rest will continue to practice and promote Buddhism."
"You have underestimated the appeal of the "Martial Sutra" written by the Buddha himself to monks all over the world, not to mention that as long as you can decipher one sentence, your cultivation will rise by leaps and bounds. This kind of temptation is difficult for even those eminent monks to resist. .
"So this matter will definitely evolve into everyone practicing the "Martial Arts" together in the end, but the monks are just mortals, how can they truly understand the true meaning left by the Buddha.
"In fact, Master Honglian dares to assert that no one in this world can truly understand the "Martial Arts" from beginning to end, so in the end most people will only become martial arts idiots, addicted to it, and unable to extricate themselves."
After saying that, Xia Huai looked at Lu Jing with some worry.
Lu Jing still didn't calm down at this moment. He was still slumped in the chair, like a salted fish that had lost his dream. He was still nagging over and over, "Is there any justice left? How can I still do it?" TM has a way to cultivate internal strength, but it’s over, and now he’s been tricked again.”
