Chapter 1:

The night gradually infects the earth, the spring rain stops, the moon rises, the moonlight fades into the flowing water, the mountains and forests are solemn and peaceful, and the four fields are silent.

Standing on the top of the mountain at this moment, there is quite a bit of a dream of reminiscing about the past and the present, the night view of the Yellow Building, and the tragic artistic conception of sighing for Yu Hao.

The temperature became a little cold, so Lu Yu took off his coat and put it on the shoulders of the Sultan Phoenix.

"Godmother, let's go down the mountain." He said.

Sudan Feng snorted, and Lu Yu hurriedly helped her.

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, there was a bell ringing.

Huang Zhong Da Lu.

One, two, three, many.

The bells whimper, layer upon layer, passing through the clouds and sliding down in the deep valley, desolate and pathetic, like an elegy.

It took a hundred and eight rings for the bell to calm down.

Lu Yu was puzzled: "Godmother, what's the matter, this twilight bell of Longhua Temple has to ring twice a day?" ”

"Impossible." Sudan Feng shook his head, "Longhua Temple's drum and twilight bell are all once, and those are all rules for hundreds of years. Unless, there's something urgent. ”

Lu Yu asked, "Godmother, what urgent matter needs to be knocked one hundred and eight times?" ”

Sultan sighed and said: "This shows that the host has passed away, and I know the master of Longhua Temple, and he has been a respected monk for many years. Back then, Ziyou's rituals were personally conducted by Master Ku Lone. ”

Between her eyebrows, there was a faint sense of loss.

Lu Yu sighed and said, "Godmother, all things are alive, for this world, just like the red leaves of this mountain are the same for the earth, where do they come from and where do they go from." Don't be too sentimental. ”

Sudan Feng nodded and said with a smile: "You kid can still see through it." ”

She patted Lu Yu on the shoulder and continued, "If you are not busy, stay with me in Longhua Temple for one night tonight, and let us send Master Ku Lin on his last journey." ”

Lu Yu nodded.

On the top of this mountain, there is a strong wind, a great view, and a great sorrow.

The death of the master of Longhua Temple, which is presided over by the bitter silence, is a major event for Longhua Temple, which can be seen from the green dragon bronze bell that rang one hundred and eight times.

In this country of China, one hundred and eight is a large number, secretly combined with thirty-six Tiangang and seventy-two earthly evils, the ancients respected nine, one hundred and eight is exactly twelve times that of nine, you know, the last time the bronze bell of the green dragon rang one hundred and eight, it was the 50th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China last year.

However, the temple treats the funeral of the bitter and lonely master, but it is handled very low-key, and even without publicity, that is, a mourning hall is set up in the side hall, where some elderly monks recite the Sutra of the Past Life, but I don't see any expression of sadness and sadness on the face of any person.

Lu Yu was a little puzzled at first, and Sultan Feng explained to him with a somewhat low expression, saying that the master of bitterness was a high monk, and he saw life and death very lightly, and arranged the things after his death before he died, saying that he should act simply, besides, according to the Buddhist concept, people die like lights go out, and the living must not be too sad.

Lu Yu understood, accompanied Sultan Feng in Longhua Temple for one night, the monk's room is simple, but it is better to be quiet, but it is also a sweet sleep, the next day still get up early to run and exercise, to the back mountain squatting horse step, but found that yesterday the strange big-headed monk is also in the back mountain to practice boxing, practice is very common Luohan boxing, Lu Yu squinted for a while, and did not see anything famous, only felt that the tiger and tiger were windy, the start was like thunder and thunder, and the footing was like a lotus step by step.

The great monk had already discovered Lu Yu, but he didn't stop, after playing a set of punches, he glanced at Lu Yu, but his eyes were like electricity, and there was a hidden murderous aura, Lu Yu was startled, and he took a step back, and the big monk had already punched his face.

It seems to be as great as thunder, but there is no sound at all, sharp and weird.

Bang!

The fist had already reached the front door, and Lu Yu heard the air whistling, and before it could be smashed, a gust of wind immediately blew in the mountains and forests, and even the surrounding branches and leaves were shaken to the ground, which was amazing and terrifying.

Look at this power, not to mention a human head, even a stone lion can be smashed with one punch.

This kind of martial art, the strength and speed have long exceeded the limit of the human body, and it belongs to the realm of the gods, and every move is wrapped in the coercion of heaven and earth.

In the face of the surprise attack, Lu Yu silently guarded the introspection, his heart was like a peaceful lake, and he was unmoved.

This punch was not hit in the end, and it was frozen in front of Lu Yu, only a few centimeters away, and the strong wind blew his face painfully.

The great monk said: "Why don't you hide, if I regain the momentum slowly, you will already die." ”

Lu Yu said sincerely: "The master is already a not bad character in King Kong, where can the kid hide, besides, I don't feel the murderous aura in the master, so naturally I don't need to hide." ”

The big monk was slightly stunned, and then laughed and said: "At a young age, the qualitative is good, and the courage is also there, no wonder Miss Su and Li Jingluo's kid are both blue-eyed towards you." ”

His voice fell, but Lu Yu's face changed, he coughed violently, and spat out a mouthful of blood, showing a dark red color.

The great monk frowned slightly and said, "You actually have a secret wound on your body?" ”

Lu Yu nodded and smiled bitterly.

This is also what he discovered after stepping into the innate world.

Dark wounds are in the lungs for many reasons.

There is a reason for sleeping in the north for three years, the most important thing is the damage to the body after being abolished by Lu Yehu, Chen Daozang originally helped him recuperate, and it was almost better, but later he came to Jianghai, and he almost died several times, and buried hidden dangers.

At that time, I didn't think that even if he was the top doctor in the world, he couldn't see it, but when he found out, he couldn't be cured.

In other words, if the secret injury is not removed, he will basically not be able to achieve a martial saint in his life, and he will not live to be fifty years old, so far, only Lu Yu himself knows, and he has not told anyone.

Because he believes that life and death are determined by fate and wealth are in the sky, he has long looked down on life and death.

This kind of injury, if it wants to be completely healed, it takes many opportunities, the most important of which is that it needs a person who is also not bad and is at the same level as Lu Yehu, to get rid of the wisps of yin and dark energy that remained in his body when Lu Yehu abolished his martial vein.

However, if you do this, it will be extremely damaging to this master, and it will even damage your own longevity.

And who is willing?

Since there is no hope of being cured now, Lu Yu will not care about him.

"Don't move."

At this time, the great monk who is now called to quit killing screamed, and slapped Lu Yu one after another, Lu Yu only felt like an electric shock, his chest was so stuffy that he panicked, his eyes were full of gold stars, and he was slapped a few times in a row, and he coughed violently again, and he actually spit out several mouthfuls of black blood one after another.

"Within three months, I will be safe and sound." The great monk said this, frowned slightly, and said, "The injury on your body was left to you by your son Lu Yehu, right?" ”

Lu Yu nodded.

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children." The great monk frowned, "As far as I know, Lu Yehu shouldn't be such a person." ”

"How do I know?" Lu Yu shook his head, "This old calf, sometimes he really wants my life, and sometimes he will help me deal with some difficult problems." I sometimes think he's a psychopath. ”

"Maybe he's really sick." The great monk said suddenly.

"." Lu Yu shook his head, "Master, be reasonable, a martial artist who cultivates to the innate realm is basically immune to all diseases, how powerful Lu Yehu's cultivation is, the whole world knows what kind of illness he can have?" ”

"Didn't you just say that?" The great monk smiled, "He's sick in the brain!" ”

"I agree with that!" Lu Yu laughed.