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This one has been revised twice, so it's been delayed until now, and the next chapter will be written before 12 o'clock in the evening!

"The grass grows in the Dharma Hall, and the apostles scatter the rain ......"

This sentence is said to be under the secret suppression of the Qing court that believes in Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism, and the Shaolin Temple, which represents the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism in Han Buddhism, has gradually fallen into chaos and decay for more than 200 years.

Although the later Yongzheng and Qianlong both showed a little favor on the surface, in fact, their suspicion of Shaolin Temple has never stopped, not to mention that compared with the Tang, Song and Ming dynasties, the pavilions and pavilions were full of 5ooo in their heyday, which is naturally not the same.

What worries Shaolin people the most is that the spread and inheritance of Zen Buddhism have also become difficult because of the restrictions of the Qing court.

As a result, there were later the five ancestors of Hongmen Shaolin who opposed the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty, and even the appearance of Beiquan to the south and Fujian Shaolin.

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the martial arts of the Shaolin fist system went to Nanyang with the Hongmen lineage, and the monks who really cared about Zen Buddhism appeared.

Shaolin people have never forgotten the glory of 'ten directions Zen forest twelve courtyards, five thousand halls and ten thousand pagodas'.

This is not only the inheritance of Shaolin's thousand-year-old martial arts, but also the Taoist inheritance of the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism in Han Buddhism.

In the eyes of the people of this era, for such a major event as the inheritance of the Taoist system, the so-called personal grievances and even the reputation of the master. have become less important.

Therefore, those Zen masters who are not immersed in the emperor's grace and mighty masters. They put on the real Baina robe made of rags and linen, and walked alone in the red world......

In order to promote the teachings of Zen Buddhism, some even did not hesitate to cross the ocean, covering the East, South and even the more distant West......

In order to maintain the Shaolin Taoist incense, some also secretly acted for the local governors......

Therefore, even if Feng Guozhang took advantage of the wind to set fire to Hankou, turning this world-famous Oriental commercial port into a hellish sea of fire, the great monk of Kuhai Miaoke did not take advantage of Yuan Shikai's courtesy to him to obstruct him.

Three days and three nights.

A bustling commercial port within a radius of 3O. When it pours in, it becomes the scorched earth hell mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures.

But Kuhai Miaoke did not have time to chant the scriptures for these unjust souls, because he had to personally enter the city to assassinate the revolutionary party named Huang Xing before Feng Guozhang attacked or destroyed Miè Hanyang......

Just for a promise Yuan Shikai made to Shaolin.

The so-called I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!

Who can understand how many political disputes and blood and fire between life and death are involved behind the beautiful talk of the Shaolin Thirteen Stick Monks saving the Tang King......

Even though many Shaolin disciples took advantage of the Hongmen relationship to devote themselves to the vigorous revolution, Kuhai Miaoke still unswervingly led his warrior monk group. Far away followed the Beiyang army that captured Hankou, and continued to march the world with the advance of the army.

Since there are already Shaolin disciples who have followed each other for democracy and the common people, it is natural that there are also Shaolin monks who stand on the side of the warlords of the old forces.

This is the only way to maintain the Shaolin Zen Taoist system for thousands of years.

As for whether it will leave a reputation for eternity, it is no longer within the scope of consideration of Kuhai Miaoke.

"Be careful when you go into the city, and if you don't have the chance, don't force your hand. Whether you go straight back to the temple or continue to practice penance in the red dust of the world depends on your own Zen mind......"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Several Shaolin monks wearing sackcloth robes and hats announced the Buddha horn in unison, but they didn't know that there was still a word of bitter sea wonderful.

"I hope there won't be another martial arts master in the city......"

Kuhai Miaoke held the nine-ring tin staff in his hand, and looked at the six warrior monk disciples in front of him who had been begging all the way with him and turned away silently. I felt a slight wave in my heart......

Who would have thought that Shaolin, which has a reputation overseas, has come to this time. There are only more than 200 monks who can maintain Zen and ascetic practice left in the temple, and more disciples of the sect are living among the people in various forms......

Xueting Hengsha, the thirty-sixth generation disciple of Shaolin Temple, a monk of the Warrior Academy, looked at the master who wanted to speak and stopped, his lips instinctively squirmed a few times, but after all, he still couldn't say the words in his heart, and when the figures of the five junior disciples gradually moved away, he turned around and walked slowly along the rushing river......

His ears were as windless as a pendulum, and he could clearly hear not only the sigh of his master's bitter sea, but also another faint heartbeat in the air......

Everyone has their own way, and his way is to leave the legacy of the warrior monks among the people......

The night gradually deepened a little, and the heartbeat left on the shore gradually became like a morning bell, and with the sound of footsteps, the bell that seemed to come from the desolation finally enveloped the bitter sea Miaoke......

"You're here!"

Kuhai Miaoke sat quietly on the scorched earth that still belonged to the territory of Hankou, his face was full of self-reproach, and he smiled bitterly with some difficulty......

"The Master has seen me?"

"I've never met my benefactor......"

"The Master ......"

Looking at Kuhai Miaoke, who was sad on his face and secretly wanted to live and die in his heart, Yang Meng suddenly didn't want to say any more, and after silently clasping his fists and saluting, he turned around and prepared to leave, but before he could take two steps, he suddenly heard Kuhai Miaoke open his mouth behind him and chanted a Buddha name......

"Amitabha, although I have never seen the donor, but the more than 200 corpses have told the old donor......"

"Oh? Do you understand what I left on them? ”

Kuhai Miaoke smiled bitterly and nodded, "I can hear it clearly!" ”

Yang Meng's eyes shrank slightly, and his heartbeat, which had finally calmed down, suddenly added up again, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "I understand, but you still want to come!" ”

"For the sake of Shaolin, I have to come!"

"Good!" Yang Meng nodded in understanding, and then stood in front of Kuhai Miaoke like this without moving. "I have never had a grudge against Shaolin, but the master is a guest from afar. I can give the master a ride......"

"It's hard to cross the bitter sea, the old man thanked the donor, but before leaving, I still want to see those disciples again!"

Seeing Kuhai Miaoke stand up from the ground with a solemn expression and take the shiny nine-ring tin staff in his hand, Yang Meng's face unconsciously showed a trace of an inexplicable smile, "Since I can discuss Buddhism with the master here with peace of mind, how can there be no one in Hanyang City to entertain a few Shaolin monks." How many do you think they can come back from this trip? ”

The wrinkles on Kuhai Miaoke's face squeezed again and again, and his voice unconsciously revealed a trace of tiredness and sadness, "It's the old man who underestimated the monkey, but the old man wants to keep this stinky skin for the time being, and go to Hanyang to take a look at it before he can feel at ease!" ”

"As I said, the master is a guest from afar, no matter what the master plans. Yang naturally wants to be a guest! ”

Yang Meng's arms fell together, and his knees instinctively bent up with the posture of his arms falling, although he had not made any further moves, but the slightly arched spine dragon showed that he was in a state of preparation, just waiting for the bitter sea to move. will strike a thunderbolt at any time......

"The monkey's kung fu has come closely, although he does not know the essence of the Yang God, but he has had an epiphany of tantric mudra and movement, Lao Gu has a Zen great wisdom mudra here, and please ask the monkey to point out one or two......"

Because he is concerned about several warrior monk disciples. Kuhai Miaoke finally stopped delaying time, and his wrist twisted and his fingers flew. He made a strange seal in his hand, although it looked very similar to the tantric mudra, but the aura on his body that was almost dead was instantly swept away, and turned into a void......

Although this hand seems simple, it has departed from the concept of national art to kill and stop killing, and has sublimated from simple martial arts techniques to the spiritual practice of Zen martial arts......

Therefore, although the old monk did not really attack, the powerful force field exuded from his body, the challenge and pressure on Yang Meng, and even the Pankrasin who trained his body to get out of his body......

Yang Meng's face was solemn and solemn, and his hands were extremely solemn and slowly changed in the air......

From the old monk's hands, face and even body, there is no bright or untouched appearance, on the contrary, it looks very dirty and dilapidated, but this Baina robe, which is like a beggar's clothes, unconsciously exudes a shocking spiritual resonance......

In the dust on the robe, Yang Meng could vaguely see the traces of them begging for food all the way, never staying in any people's homes, only spending the night under trees, bridges and caves, and even in the open air.

From the old monk's thin figure and even the bowl in his hand, Yang Meng clearly saw that there were even more than a dozen uneaten brown rice inside, telling them to follow the Zen precepts of eating once a day and no food at noon......

This is a great Zen monk who really cultivates the soul, if he is facing an ordinary martial arts master or even an ordinary person, they will only think that the old monk is just a person in the world, and even because of his personal temperament, he will not hesitate to look at each other or even speak ill of each other......

However, Yang Meng is a martial arts master who has practiced to the point of almost the same, he saw the real horror of Zen Buddhism in spiritual cultivation from the ascetic body of the old monk, and from the fluttering momentum of the old monk's hand, he felt the unprecedented realm of boxing and even the spiritual challenge......

The so-called summer insects can't talk about ice, only people who have reached this realm can really understand the hidden kung fu of the old monk from this simple hand......

It's like Kuhai Miaoke understands the words left by Yang Meng from the corpse of the Beiyang Army!

According to the Daomen Neijiaquan, this great monk who looks thin has obviously practiced to the point of returning to the Dan......

According to the theory of Shaolin Zen Buddhism, this situation is the relic.

The so-called relics are the emptiness of the Dharma, which is neither born nor destroyed, not dirty or pure, not increased or decreased, and it can be said that after returning to the Dan realm, the qi and blood are endlessly cultivated in the inner family......

Yang Meng's kung fu has passed the point of attaining the Tao and enlightenment, and there are traces of the Great Dao Heavenly Heart in his every move, especially after he has integrated the spirit into the hearts of all the people, he is always aware of the mystery of the so-called Heavenly Dao changes, and constantly sublimates his own way of practicing in Kung Fu......

But the old monk's handprint has already gone beyond the heart of the people, to the level of almost rainbow but devoting himself to this rolling red dust......

This hand did not show the slightest strength or technical terribleness, but when Yang Meng faced this cashier, he had a feeling that the old monk was no longer in the world......

People are in front of you, but you can't lock them with your qi, and even the people you see in your eyes feel extremely unreal.

This kind of contest has gone out of the realm of actual combat or boxing killing, but a direct torture at the spiritual level......

Therefore, although Yang Meng's hands changed, his spirit unconsciously fell into a faint confusion, "What a Shaolin Zen sect, what an immortal big mudra!" ”

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