"Zen, is this a book of Buddhist secrets?" Qin Chuan was a little surprised when he heard the old Taoist say that there was Zen in this book.

"Yes, there is a sense of Zen in it, and I have forgotten to distinguish it. Rabbit cub, you take a good look at the copy. "The old way has a reply without a match.

Qin Chuan picked up the yellowed notebook, but he couldn't see why: "Brother Guan said earlier that this notebook was picked up from a dilapidated temple, but you can't conclude that this notebook is from a Buddhist family just by saying it." ”

Lao Dao got up from the bed, poured a cup of tea and brought it to Qin Chuan: "You look at the payment, although the cursive handwriting is difficult to argue, but it is vaguely recognizable, this is written by Monk Huaizhen." ”

Qin Chuan stared at the place where the inscription was made, and seemed to recognize that the inscription was really the four characters of Huaizhen Monk, and couldn't help but praise and said: "I'll just say, this unrecognizable word in the world, just like the rune on your talisman, has the same end in the end, and it is one family in the end." ”

Lao Dao pointed to this inscription and said: "You said earlier that my talisman and cursive script are generally difficult to recognize, in fact, you are half right, my talisman is borrowed from the external heaven and earth aura to achieve the purpose of resisting the enemy, which makes people fearful; ”

Qin Chuan held the notebook and replied thoughtfully: "No wonder some people say that this scholar is no worse than a strong martial artist when he kills people, and if he moves his mouth, he can transfer the relationship between the two countries and cause disputes." ”

Lao Dao seemed to recall the past and said: "Hundreds of years ago, the princes stood side by side, and a hundred schools of thought contended. The Mohists are good at making weapons for attacking cities and grabbing land, the Legalists rule the country with strict laws and texts, the Zongheng family uses the advantage of their tongues to fiddle with power, and the scholars even respect Confucianism. ”

Qin Chuan had also heard others talk about it before, and he couldn't imagine that there really were hundreds of schools of thought, but why did they disappear today. So he opened his mouth and asked Lao Dao: "These hundreds of schools are so grand, why are there only a few left today." ”

Lao Dao frowned and said: "A scholar named Huang Heng, seeing that this world has been peaceful for a long time, he lobbied several powerful countries to annex the princes, and transferred the sons of the hundred schools to exclude dissidents, so the national war broke out in the old calendar year, and the two hundred years of fighting before and after, the small vassal states were destroyed, many martial arts practitioners also died on the battlefield, and the hundreds of schools of the sons were also inherited because of the destruction of the small countries they depended on, so what you see is only a few big countries such as our Long Kingdom that still have a little inheritance. ”

Qin Chuan was still puzzled and asked, "What does the Huaizhen monk have to do with these hundred schools?"

Hearing this, Lao Dao said happily: "Of course it has a relationship, what is recorded on this notebook is the grand occasion of the hundred schools of thought hundreds of years ago. ”

Qin Chuan looked at the notebook seriously, but this trace was too sloppy to be recognized: "Then how does this Huaizhen monk know about these hundred families?

Lao Dao replied: "This Huaizhen monk, originally the royal family of a small country in Nanyang, later ran away from home for some reason, cut his hair and became a monk, practicing in the temple every day, and later loved calligraphy, planted a few acres of banana leaves to practice, but he was too diligent, this plantain forest is always bare, this cursive can reach such a point." Monk Huaizhen stayed in the temple, saw that the world was full of war, not like the grand occasion of the year, his heart was depressed for ten years, and he wrote this "Taiping Manuscript" with grief and indignation, and then fell off the cliff and died, and was called a cursive saint by the people at that time. You see that this is about tens of thousands of words, and there is no alteration in any way, which shows its skill. ”

Qin Chuan asked puzzledly: "Then why did he fall off the cliff and die? Isn't it good to be alive and far away from the world in the temple?"

At that time, Huaizhen monk martial arts cultivation was profound, after the Buddhists said that the air catastrophe of living in the bad air, it was almost one step to condense the golden body, but at this moment the countries were fighting, many civilians died tragically, Huaizhen monk with his own strength to protect the temple within a hundred miles of peace, but it was difficult to prevent the countries from fighting and fighting and felt guilty, so he fell off the cliff and died after writing this "Taiping Manuscript". ”

Qin Chuan looked at the old Dao, still in disbelief, and asked, "It turns out that Monk Huaizhen is so compassionate and has such a profound martial arts cultivation. Old Dao, I'm afraid you're not fooling me, this peerless martial arts powerhouse, how could he let me get his copybook?"

Lao Dao touched his beard and smiled: "You are wrong, this is not actually a copy, this is a genuine handiwork." I followed the ancestral master to practice, and this Huaizhen monk had a relationship, and later heard that he wrote this "Taiping Manuscript" and yearning, but looking for a long time has not been found, Buddhism pays attention to good karma, in this view, you and Huaizhen monk still have a good karma. The world respects the line, will not be obsessed with cursive, hard work for a long time, I can't imagine that you really let the kid meet, saving me a lot of effort. ”

Qin Chuan believed a little at the moment, but he still had a lot of puzzlement: "Then what is the use of this "Taiping Manuscript" I want, even if I can practice good cursive, I can only appreciate it alone, and others can't understand it." Besides, even if I take the capital exam, the examiner won't appreciate it, then I'm just a passerby. ”

Lao Dao said with a stern face: "Rabbit cub, short-sighted, how can this ink treasure written by the monk Huaizhen himself be a mortal thing? If you can read the Zen in this "Taiping Manuscript", it can alleviate the stubborn diseases in your body, and even help you condense the Danhai and the empty mountains and enter the martial arts rivers and lakes. ”

Qin Chuan's stubborn disease is the lack of Danhai and Empty Mountain, but for some reason, the aura is uncontrollably infused into the body and stored in the internal organs. For mortals, if there is no Danhai and Empty Mountain and there is aura passing through the body, there are undoubtedly countless sharp swords inserted into the body, and many people will die before they live to be three years old, but fortunately, Qin Chuan has a big life, and he fainted several times when he was a child, but he finally came back to life.

Later, Lao Dao didn't know where to learn that spirits could relieve stubborn diseases, so Qin Chuan drank since he was a child, and now he drinks an amazing amount of alcohol. But strange to say, since drinking the spirits, and with the "Bodhicitta Sutra" of the Taoist Gate, every once in a while soaked in the green ashtank, the pain of this aura entering the body, is no longer appeared, but the old Tao said that this is only a way to cure the symptoms but not the root cause, if you really want to eliminate the stubborn disease, but also think of another way, I can't imagine that now this "Taiping Manuscript" can eliminate the stubborn disease, condense the Danhai, empty mountain.

When Qin Chuan heard that it was really possible to enter the martial arts rivers and lakes, he couldn't help but ask happily: "Then how can I condense the Danhai and the Empty Mountain." ”

Lao Dao was tired at this moment, and said with a yawn: "Look at the words with the form, know the meaning with the words, and understand the gods with the meaning, and when you really understand the Zen of this true monk, the rest will come naturally." This Huaizhen monk's "Taiping Manuscript" written in cursive is already obscure, you take your time, you can't be in a hurry. It doesn't matter if you only know one or two words for the time being, the time, the place, and the people, all three are indispensable. However, when you really understand the meaning of "Taiping Manuscript", you will have a bit of rhyme with Huaizhen monk, and then I will take out the good things passed down by my ancestors. When the time comes, if you want to learn the art of talisman seals, then I will pass it on to you, don't dare to say anything else, you have the power of self-preservation in the martial arts rivers and lakes. ”

The grasp of condensing Danhai and Kongshan is full of one, and these words are very heavy, as if they can achieve a one-percent grasp, which is already quite remarkable.

Qin Chuan sighed and said, "What about the remaining ninety percent, what are the consequences." ”

Lao Dao walked towards the bed, and said without looking back: "The remaining ninety percent, that is, to be reincarnated in the next life, born with extraordinary talents, and directly enter the martial arts rivers and lakes." ”

After a while, the sound of the old Dao's snoring sounded in the room of the Xuanzihao, leaving Qin Chuan alone to sit alone at the table in a daze.

The night was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of other people walking could no longer be heard, and the baby not far away stopped crying and fell asleep, but Qin Chuan was so full of thoughts at the moment that he really couldn't sleep.

If it is really as the old Tao said, then the probability of death is 90% of death, then is it really worth a try?

If you live secretly in this martial arts world, no matter how things change in the world, you can earn some money by playing music for red and white ceremonies, is it also a good choice for the rest of your life?

Qin Chuan looked at the stars outside the window, not knowing what to do, only the handwriting of this Huaizhen monk was lying on the table.

Once upon a time, Qin Chuan also envied those strong men in the martial arts rivers and lakes, who escaped from the white blade, killed people in the red dust, and flew away to the sky and could do anything, which was like the poor people, seeing the martial arts cultivators, they only dared to prostrate on the ground, and did not dare to make a noise, but now that they have this opportunity, they are risking their lives to ask for it, what choice should be made. Moreover, Qin Chuan understands the old way, and what he said is that he is sure of one percent, that is, he is one percent of his grasp, and he will not have one more point.

At this time, Qin Chuan remembered that when he was young, on the day he was rescued by Lao Dao, there were people lying around him covered in blood, all of them were motionless in less than a moment, and they had already left. But Lao Dao never talked about his life experience, he only said that he picked it up, he really thought that Qin Chuan didn't remember anything, hey, this old Tao couldn't even lie, so it seems that the mystery of this life experience can only be explored by himself.

By the way, there is also the Taoist temple in Mataling, Qin Chuan remembered that the Taoist temple was split in half by the beaters in the capital, causing him to climb the vine ladder every time in fear, this revenge will also be avenged, if there is no martial arts cultivation, I am afraid that if I can't walk to the capital, I will be killed by robbers and bandits.

Besides, he lived in troubled times, although he kept his life thorough, but according to Qin Chuan's character, I am afraid that he will regret it when he is old, and he hates that he failed to find out the truth when he was young, and he died with unwillingness to be depressed.

Why can't I enter the road of martial arts without Danhai and Empty Mountain?

Why do I have to run when I see a martial arts practitioner, and I can't look up and look at it?

Why do I have to do nothing all my life, relying on red and white ceremonies to earn broken silver, but I suffer from the eyes of the world?

The more Qin Chuan thought about it, the more angry he became, and he couldn't help but think of the poem that circulated in the martial arts rivers and lakes: My life is up to me, not by the sky, if the sky wants to destroy me, I will destroy the sky, the gods and Buddhas are difficult to stop Qingyunzhi, and they will be famous for all generations. Thinking of this, Qin Chuan couldn't help but feel heroic in his heart, and secretly decided in his heart that although it was a life of nine deaths, he still dared to give it a try.

Chaowen said, you can die at night!

Qin Chuan made up his mind in his heart, tonight he will definitely take the "Taiping Manuscript" out of some famous halls, but he can't let the old Tao look down on himself, if he really enters the martial arts rivers and lakes, when the time comes, take the old way together, find the capital's watchman to settle accounts, if there is some spare money, he will go to the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas to travel, get the season, take the newly brewed osmanthus wine, and go to eat the blue crab in Huzhou.

Looking at the candlelight by the window swaying with the breeze, Qin Chuan took the scissors to cut the candle out of a new line, and the fire was even worse in an instant, Qin Chuan sat in front of the table, moved the candlestick over, took a deep breath, stabilized his mind and looked at the first page of the yellowed "Taiping Manuscript", but it was still the same as before, the handwriting of Monk Huaizhen was very sloppy, and it was difficult to distinguish one or two, let alone know its meaning.

In order to know its meaning, first know its shape.

Qin Chuan took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his luggage, poured a cup of tea and began to grind it, and then spread out the rice paper made in Huizhou, and dipped the newly ground ink with a wolf pen to prepare to start copying.

This cursive script pays attention to one word and one stroke, there are no superfluous strokes, Qin Chuan saw the handwriting of this Huaizhen monk, there is no order, elegant to the extreme, and there is a trace of arrogance. The old way is right, this Huaizhen monk was the royal family of Nanyang before, so there is a bold meaning in this handwriting, and later returned to the temple, so this handwriting is not as orderly as the world, although I don't understand the meaning, but just from the glyph, Huaizhen monk is a well-deserved cursive saint.

It's just that now the scholars respect the writing of the line, so the world thinks that Zhang Gong's rubbings are more valuable than any cursive script, regardless of whether you are a grass saint or a straw bag, no matter how famous it was at the time, it is not worth mentioning now. Qin Chuan couldn't help but feel sorry for Monk Huaizhen, who was so beneficial to one party in front of him, but after his death, Mobao was so forgotten and regarded as a thing to press the stall.

The night was getting colder, Qin Chuan took a breath of heat, there was nothing to warm up in the room of the Xuanzi of the Tongfu Inn, so Qin Chuan tiptoed to drape the bedding on his body.

After thinking for a moment, the wolf pen was put on the pen holder and shook his head and sighed, after reading the "Taiping Manuscript" for a long time, he still couldn't write again. It's not that Qin Chuan is difficult to copy, it's just that after the first stroke, I always feel that the handwriting is far from the "Taiping Manuscript", if others look at it, it must be similar to the two, in fact, Qin Chuan understands that it is just similar in shape, in fact, the two are very different.

Lao Dao said before in the White Deer Academy in Pingyang Fang, if you don't understand the difference between the White Deer Academy within a month, you have to go back to the Taoist Temple, and no longer travel to the martial arts rivers and lakes.

Qin Chuan thought, this White Deer Academy is located in Pingyang Fang, which is the place where scholars gather, although there are a few buildings that are extraordinary, but there is no other difference, presumably there must be someone in Pingyang Fang who knows the subtleties of this White Deer Academy. Although the handwriting of this "Taiping Manuscript" is sloppy and obscure, there must be people in the world who know cursive, and there are always descendants of calligraphy in troubled times.

Thinking of this, Qin Chuan felt sleepy, extinguished the candle, closed the window, and slept with his futon and clothes.

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