In the Shaolin Temple, in the Main Hall, in the guest Zen room, the guest monk had already made tea for the two of them. Yang Yunfan and the two came to the hall with Master Pukong and Master Puxuan.
"I don't know what the surnames of the two benefactors are, and why they came to this temple?" Master Pukong asked them harmoniously as he greeted the two of them to sit down, picked up the tea cup, and used the tea lid to stir up the floating tea leaves.
"Disciples Kunlun sent Yang Yunfan and Chen Zishan to pay homage to Master Pukong and Master Puxuan." The two people left their seats and paid homage in unison.
"Please wake up quickly. It turns out that I am a disciple of the Kunlun Sect. How is Master Zhou doing?" Master Pukong put down his teacup, gave him a weak support, and asked. Fa Puxuan on the side also smiled and nodded.
"Master is very kind. Master asked his disciples to come and pay a visit to the master." After saying that, Yang Yunfan handed Zhou Buhuo's letter to the master.
Master Pukong took the letter with a smile and slowly opened it. As he read the letter, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
"The benefactor is actually the grandson of the old prince Yang Ye?" Pukong was filled with surprise and couldn't help but raise his voice.
"Yes, this disciple only found out about his life experience not long ago when his master told him about it," Yang Yunfan said.
After reading it, Pukong handed the letter to Puxuan who was sitting next to him. He walked around the hall for a few steps, then looked back at Yang Yunfan, sighed, and chanted the Buddha's name.
The host Puxuan on the side also looked at Yang Yunfan deeply after reading the letter, then sighed and recited the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, it has been eighteen years, and Master Zhou still hasn't given up. I already know your master's intention of asking you to come, but I am old and have no one to take charge of as a disciple. I am afraid that I will live up to Master Zhou's expectations. Ah," Abbot Pukong said with a sigh.
Yang Yunfan frowned when he heard this and asked, "I wonder what the master said in the letter is about?"
"Master Zhou didn't tell you?" Master Pukong was startled when he heard this and asked slowly.
"The master told me to give the letter to the master, but he never told the younger generation." Yang Yunfan said.
Master Pukong smiled when he heard this and said: "What Zhou Zhenren said in the letter was to discuss with Lao Na a martial arts conference on Kunlun Peak next year, and to send elite disciples north to Yanyun to retrieve the remains of the heroes who died during Yongxi's Northern Expedition. You Master should have asked you to bring letters to other sects, right?"
"Yes, the master asked me to bring letters to several sects. He said that after reading the letters, the leaders will know how to do it." Yang Yunfan said sincerely.
"Although I am unable to obey the order, there are some elixirs in this temple that can help the benefactor succeed. I can do something for my old master." After saying this, Pukong took out an exquisite sandalwood box from a cabinet and slowly Open it, and there is a small blue porcelain bottle wrapped in three layers of silk.
"The name of this medicine is Shengsheng Zaihua Powder. It is a unique new medicine sent by us. No matter you are seriously injured or your internal strength is exhausted, you only need to take one pill and you will be back to normal within half a quarter of an hour..." Pu Xuan, who has been silent at the side, said. He was holding a string of rosary beads in his hand, and there was a trace of confidence and pride in his expression.
"There is such a miracle medicine in the world," Chen Zishan said in surprise with a happy face on the side.
"This medicine is so precious, I would never dare to take it. Please ask the abbot to take it back," Yang Yunfan said with a serious look on his face.
"Young Master Yang, please don't refuse. As the sword is given to a hero, the benefactor has a heavy responsibility. He will not have to fight with others in the future, so he will naturally use it." Master Pukong put his hands together and said.
The night was getting darker and the sultry heat of the day gradually subsided. After dinner, Yang Yunfan and Chen Zishan came to the Zen room of the temple with the two masters Pukong and Puxuan.
The monk Zhike made tea for everyone and then went out. Yang Yunfan and the other two also bowed to express their thanks.
Master Pukong picked up the tea cup and said to the two of them: "Two donors, please use tea. This tea is called "Mengding Stone Flower Tea" and was given to the Shaolin Sect by the imperial court. This tea is produced in Mengshan Mountain in Sichuan and is extremely precious. This is tribute tea, very rare."
Yang Yunfan and Chen Zishan were also surprised when they heard this. They didn't expect that Master Pukong would treat them with such a noble gift. After thanking them, they also picked up the tea cups and began to taste them slowly.
After seeing the two of them drinking tea, Master Pukong said to them, "How does it taste?"
"The taste is fresh and tender, rich and sweet, and it makes you salivate in the mouth. It is indeed a good tea," Chen Zishan said, putting down the tea cup.
Master Puxuan on the side smiled and wanted to add more tea to the two of them. Chen Zishan quickly stepped forward to take the teapot and make tea for everyone.
After Master Pukong looked around the Zen room, he smiled and said to Yang Yunfan: "Young hero, do you know who lived in this Zen room?"
"I don't know, could you please enlighten me, master?"
"More than fifty years ago, Taizu studied Shaolin arts when he was young and lived in this Zen room. At that time, Taizu was only more than 20 years old and Qianlong was in the wild. At that time, I was just a young novice monk who had just entered Buddhism." Master Kong fell into memories and said slowly.
"Although Taizu has not been practicing in our temple for a long time, his martial arts training has made rapid progress. In just two years, he defeated all the invincible Shaolin opponents."
"Taizu also left behind a set of "Thirty-Six Forms of Long Fist". This boxing method is very practical and does not have too many fancy moves. It is a set of kung fu that is very suitable for close combat. It is combined with my Shaolin Xiaojingang boxing method. Today, I will give this boxing manual to the young hero. I hope that the young hero will practice it diligently and it will be of great benefit in the future." Master Pukong said.
"This junior is not a Shaolin disciple, how dare you covet the secret knowledge of your sect," Yang Yunfan quickly bowed and said.
Master Puxuan on the side smiled and said: "Young Master Yang, please don't refuse. During the battle in Chenjiagu, the poor monk, together with Zhenren Zhou and the elites of various sects, protected you back home. Although you joined the Kunlun Sect, you can still be considered a member of the Kunlun Sect. Disciples of our various sects, the reason why Master Zhou asked you to go down the mountain to deliver the message is firstly to let the various sects teach you some skills, and secondly, to let your identity once again awaken the memories of the Northern Expedition of the various sects."
"Well, thank you Master Pukong," Yang Yunfan said.
Then he walked to Pu Xuan, knelt down and said, "Junior thanks Master Pu Xuan for saving his life back then. If Master Pu Xuan had not intervened, Yan Yun would have died long ago." Looking at Pu Xuan's empty sleeves, Yang Yunfan Said sadly.
When Puxuan, Zhou Buhuo and others broke out, they were intercepted by Tianyin Sect elites. During the melee, a Tianyin Sect elite's scimitar was seen slashing at the baby Yang Yunfan in Zhou Buhuo's arms. Zhou Buhuo was wielding his sword to fight with other enemies. , unable to draw the sword to block at all.
At the moment of lightning and flint, Pu Xuan on the side stretched out his hand to block the scimitar, and his wrists were cut off in an instant. It was this block that gave Zhou Buhuo time to escape, and Yang Yunfan, who was still a baby at the time, escaped. After returning home, Pu Xuan's broken wrist was infected due to wound infection, and wind evil entered his body. As a last resort, he had to cut off his arm to protect himself.
Pu Xuan shouted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, young knight, please don't do this. When the poor monk participated in the Northern Expedition led by Zhenren Zhou with his senior brother Pu Ci, he also violated the precept of killing. He had his arm cut off at that time. This can be regarded as karmic retribution. Young hero, there is no need to feel guilty."
Yang Yunfan heard the words and said: "Master's words are serious. There is also a saying in Buddhism that "Vajra's angry eyes are to protect the Dharma." What the master did was not a violation of the precepts. Buddhism talks about saving all living beings and persuading people to do good. Punishing evil means promoting good, although Buddhism is different. The source is different, but the teachings are clear."
Master Pukong, who was quietly listening to Yang Yunfan's explanation, was startled for a moment, and repeated in a murmur: "To punish evil is to promote good... To punish evil is to promote good..."
After hearing this, Master Puxuan also sighed and shouted: "Amitabha".
