Deep in Songshan Mountain, at the foot of Shaolin Mountain. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A lush Motegi is as stable as a mountain in the wind, with only verdant branches and leaves, lined with one-person-tall weeds, swaying freely with the wind, thriving.

Suddenly, there was a squirming movement in the grass that had been carried away by the wind...

"Whew..." The grass was ripped open to a gap, and a thin figure quickly sprang out of it.

As soon as he came to the trail, the boy couldn't help but open his arms and breathe deeply in the fresh air here.

Monk Tianyuan also followed the young man out of the grass, looking at the familiar scenery around him, and for some reason, there was an inexplicable stability in his heart.

Stretching his waist and moving his muscles and bones, the young man was glad that he was fortunate to have Senior Brother Tianyuan with him, otherwise he really didn't know how to walk through this jungle that covered the sky and the sun.

Looking up at the sun, Monk Tianyuan tightened the backpack on his body, and whispered to the young man: "Okay, don't toss, hurry up the mountain, and return to the temple before it gets dark..."

"Got it, Senior Brother Tianyuan..." Stopping his body moving up and down, the young man rolled his eyes, followed Senior Brother Tianyuan quickly, and headed towards Shaolin Temple...

"Hum..."

The sunset is messily sprinkled on the Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple, and the melodious bells startle a bird, which rings in the Shaolin Mountain for hundreds of years.

The slightly vicissitudes of the gate towering in the sunset, showing the weight of history, hundreds of years of Buddha incense, has already made this building, full of a touch of Zen.

A yellow-robed monk leisurely swept the dust on the steps in front of the temple, just like the usual Buddha chanting, pious and serious...

Originally, it was like this every day, but the monk who was sweeping the steps heard a sound of footsteps from far and near, and he was puzzled, the monk raised his head and looked at the two figures walking briskly in the sunset, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

didn't bother to sweep the steps, and the moment the monk saw the two of them, he greeted them with joy on his face.

"Uncle Tianyuan..." After bowing down to the monk Tianyuan, and then looking at the boy who was dozens of years younger than himself, the monk scratched his head a little embarrassed, and finally held back a few words: "Kong Ming, Uncle Kong Ming..."

"Hmmm..." This kind of title is very useful, and the young man looks indifferent, but in his heart, he is already happy.

"It's Juechen's nephew!" Nodding, Monk Tianyuan smiled.

"The two of you... Well, since the two uncles are back, the little monk will immediately go and inform the master and the master..." Juechen was about to turn around and run back to the temple to inform the monks of the return of the two, but he was directly stopped by the monk Tianyuan.

"Juechen, no need..." Monk Tianyuan stopped: "Anyway, it's not a big deal, don't alarm the master and senior brother..."

"But..." Monk Juechen was still hesitating, but seeing Uncle Tianyuan's indifferent expression, he could only nod obediently: "Yes, Uncle Shi..."

"Well, then you can do today's homework first, and the poor monk and junior brother can go in directly..."

After explaining to Monk Juechen, Monk Tianyuan led the young man up the steps and stepped into the temple gate.

As soon as he stepped into the threshold of the gate, a sudden gust of fist wind swept by, and before the two of them could react, a figure had already pounced on the young man.

"I'll go..." I didn't expect to be at the door of the house, and there would be an attack, and the young man who was in a relaxed mood was shot out without the slightest defense, and the long stick in his hand was knocked out.

Knocking away the long stick in the young man's hand, the man still did not stop, his long arms were like whips, his fists were like heavy hammers, with indescribable charm and momentum, and he threw it at the young man mercilessly.

While the opponent flew the long stick in the boy's hand, it also gave the boy time to react, not caring about the long stick in his hand, with instinct, the side of the boy's body, feeling the fist wind that rubbed his scalp and swept past, and narrowly avoided the first attack.

With his feet on the threshold, the boy flew upside down with his strength, quickly distancing himself from the attacker.

Between the twists and turns of his body, the person was in mid-air, and the afterglow swept over the person who suddenly attacked him, and he was stunned for a moment, and then there was a trace of indescribable weakness on his face.

"Bang..."

His legs bent slightly, he unloaded his strength, and he lagged behind steadily at dusk, helplessly looking at the second senior brother Tianwu who was in a posture, and said unhappily: "Senior Brother Tianwu, this is the 'big gift' that I came back this time, and you always prepared for me!" ”

"Just know, senior brother, I want to see if your boxing skills have improved during this time, if you can't satisfy me, you won't be able to enter the gate of the temple today..." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and the Tianwu monk said with a smile.

This stinky boy finally knows that he is back, and this time I won't teach you a good lesson, I'm afraid you will forget how powerful your Tianwu senior brother is!

"Second Senior Brother..." Looking at the excited Tianwu monk, the Tianyuan monk couldn't help but shake his head, took a few steps back, and opened the venue for the two of them.

"Hmph, it's this again, is there something new..." Pouting in disgust, the young man put on a posture of following you, and mocked: "Just let the horse come!" ”

"It's good, the mouth is still so hard, I don't know who will beg for mercy after a while..." Putting down a sentence, with a little bit of strength under his feet, the Tianwu monk shot out like a heavy cannon, and pounced on the boy...

After a while, the satisfied Tianwu monk accompanied the Tianyuan monk into the temple with a smile, leaving only the young man with his head full of bags, lying on the ground and moaning weakly.

"Day..." After raising his middle finger and pointing weakly to the sky, the boy had no strength at all, so he could only lie on the ground and wait for his physical strength to recover...

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Summer turned to autumn, and the fierce sun flew by with time, hiding his violent temper little by little, and becoming softer and softer. The gentle autumn wind blew, like the hand of the old man of time, putting on a pale yellow coat on the entire Songshan Mountain.

After a day of practice, dusk dragged his tired body back to his meditation room.

After taking a breath, the boy meditated, and only woke up when the stars were in the night sky.

Stretching his waist, he lit a clear lamp at dusk by the starlight through the windowsill, sat down in front of the bookcase, and began to copy the scriptures daily.

“···

The world is separated from life and death, like a void, wisdom cannot be without, but great compassion;

All the Dharma is like an illusion, far away from the mind, and the wisdom cannot be had, but the great compassion is flourishing;

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My name is Dahui, and I am proficient in Mahayana, and now I have one hundred and eight meanings, and I look up to the middle and the top;

The people of the world, hearing what he said, observing all the people, telling the words of the Buddha;

···”

The night breeze was cool, stirring the candle flame on the desk, and before I knew it, the night was already deep.

"When will I find the "Nine Yang True Scripture"!" Yawning, the boy put down the pen in his hand, stretched his waist and jumped up, and at the same time as the palm wind extinguished the candle flame, the boy had already fallen to the bed.

After moaning comfortably, the boy swung out in a big figure, but in the time of more than a dozen breaths, a slight snoring was already floating leisurely in the room.

The starlight is like a dream, quietly flowing on the bookcase, through the starlight, you can vaguely identify the Buddhist scriptures placed on the case, the three big characters on the page:

Ranga Sutra!