Xuanmeng's spirit was greatly lifted, drink some water, eat some dry food, look outside the cave, the sky has been bright, look up and look at the stone wall again, just a smooth piece, the light has long disappeared when I don't know when, and I can't see a word on it. He knew in his heart that this was pure adventure, and if he didn't get sick, if he wasn't thirsty, if he didn't go up to this mountain, he would never have discovered it. Xin said: "This senior is also really painstaking, can't this exercise be passed on to others casually? Or is it harmful to others? And am I really the person he said is destined?" He kowtowed three times on the stone cliff and slowly slid down the stone wall. Out of the hole, the sun is dazzling, and it is bright.

In this way, Xuanmeng kept his footsteps from morning to night, going through every peak of the mountain, searching every valley, but he did not find Kexin, and finally knew that Kexin must no longer be on this mountain.

He practiced the Guangcheng Mind Method every night, only to feel that he was entering the realm faster and faster, and the true qi in his body was constantly circulating, even when he was sleeping and walking, he could feel the true qi flowing, which was already the key to the heart method. The body is getting tougher and harder, and the gestures are all unsatisfactory, and sometimes they can jump up the tree with a slight jump.

On this day, it was the seventh day of the seventh month of July, and Xuanmeng was quietly waiting at home. He knew that if Kexin was still there, he would come to meet him on this day, otherwise, she would not know where to go.

From the morning when the sun rose and he saw it slowly set, until the dawn of the next day, his eyes were sour, and he never saw Ke Xin coming. I felt uncomfortable, thinking about how many July 7 days before, he and Kexin had spent it on the hill in their hometown. Every time Kexin leaned on him, pestering him to tell the story of Lang and Weaver Girl, what a joy it was at that time. And now, there is only one lonely, and the void is so lonely in the deep valley. Even though the Cowherd and Weaver Girl can't meet from time to time, after all, they know where each other is, and they can still look at each other from afar, but he doesn't know where Kexin is and where to look for it.

At this time, Xuanmeng understood that if he wanted to find Kexin, he had to go to places like Wudang, Shaolin, and Shura in order to find out her whereabouts. So I found the stone cave where Guangcheng's mind was found, and I stayed in it for one night, and I had to look at the mind again to prevent omission. However, this night was also the night of the full moon, and he sat on the boulder from dark to dawn, only to see the moonlight shining through the nine stone holes, flying vertically and horizontally in the holes, although finally shining on the top of the stone wall, but he could not see the mind. It turned out that the glossy surface shifted with the moonlight, and the angle changed, and it could no longer illuminate the original mental method. Gazing closely, I couldn't see a word, I jumped up, touched the stone wall, and the faint handwriting was still there.

Only then did Xuan Meng know that although this predecessor carved his heart on the top of the wall, he could only see it on the night of the full moon in April every year. He didn't want to leave this method for future generations, but he couldn't bear it to disappear with him, he was purely an adventure, and he got it by chance. His heart touched, he knelt down on the boulder again, and kowtowed a few times towards the place where his heart was. Before leaving, he plugged and smoothed the small hole in his feet with a floating object, just like before. Since this predecessor didn't want the world to discover this set of mental methods, he had obtained it for no reason, and he was already offended, and he could not let others see it again, otherwise, it would be against his will.

The next morning, I put a burden on my back, patted a small pine tree in front of the house and said, "Little pine, I hope you can guard my home for me, and when I find Kexin, I will come back to reunite with you." He took the little black donkey and drifted down the mountain.

Xuanmeng came down the mountain and traveled all the way to the north. Soon, he crossed the Yangtze River and came to the Central Plains.

Along the way, he continued to learn from others that Shaolin has the most reputation in the martial arts, the best reputation, is the Taishan Beidou in the martial arts, many disputes in the rivers and lakes, often solved by the Shaolin monks, is the first major school in the martial arts, and then came to the direction of Songshan.

On this day, he came to a town, and saw that this city was very different from the town he had passed through, with high walls, towers, houses, and people coming and going in the streets, and it was very prosperous and rich.

He walked into an inn and asked the shopkeeper to take the little black donkey down to feed it, and sat down at a table by the window on the second floor to eat. It was early winter, and the weather was already very cold in the north of the Yellow River Valley, and he was wearing only a normal blue coat and a small blue hat. But in recent months, he has been practicing the Guangcheng Mental Method, and his internal strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he doesn't feel cold at all. At this time, he was almost fourteen years old, and in half a year, his figure had grown a lot.

He called the shopkeeper to come up, asked for a plate of side dishes, two steamed buns, and watched the people on the street while eating, but he was secretly thinking about how to go to Shaolin Temple and inquire about Kexin's news. Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard the "knock" of the stairs below, and a strange voice came, "Xiao Er, hurry up and prepare a table of wine and food, the sooner the better, the old man is in a hurry." ”

When Xuanmeng heard this voice, his heart was shocked, "It's really not that the enemies don't get together", it was Elder Cai, the iron hand of the Shura Sect, who arrived. Looking down, I saw him and three people in black robes going up the ladder and straight to the second floor. Xuanmeng saw that it was going to be bad, turned around, faced the window, held the steamed bun in his hand, and kept sending it to his mouth.

The shopkeeper saw that the momentum of these four people was different, especially that Elder Cai's face was blue and fearful, and he didn't dare to slack off, running inside and out, and after a while, a table of sumptuous wine and food was placed on the table.

The four of them sat around the table, eating and talking in a whisper. In addition to Xuanmeng, there are two other people drinking in this room. Elder Cai and his entourage were obviously afraid that others would hear them, and their voices were low and almost inaudible. Xuanmeng's internal strength has a great foundation, and his ears and eyes are different from ordinary people, and the low voices of Elder Cai and the others are still clearly transmitted into their ears.

I only heard one person: "Elder Cai, do you say that the secret of the Xuandu Gate must be in the hands of the monks of Shaolin Temple?" Xuanmeng was stunned, when did the Taiyi secret book reach the hands of the people of Shaolin Temple, could it be that Kexin was captured by them, and they are also the same as the stinky Taoist priests of Wudang, and they have no name?

Just thinking about it, Elder Cai said, "It must be in the hands of the monk of Shaolin Temple." Do you want the people of Wudang to meddle in this matter, but the monks of Shaolin are not moved? That day, I was defeated by the Xuanwu Niubi, and I could have obtained that thing, but at a critical juncture, the great monk of Shaolin Temple suddenly appeared, forcing me to leave in a hurry. You think that things are so coincidental, they must have been premeditated, otherwise, how could it not be sooner or later, but at a critical juncture. Besides, since the Shaolin monk left, no one in the rivers and lakes has ever seen those two little dolls. If those two little dolls hadn't been killed by the Shaolin monk and taken that thing, how could no one have seen them for more than a year?"

One person said: "Yes, that Shaolin Temple has a lot of entanglements with this thing." Thinking about the Wu Zen master a hundred years ago, after being defeated by the Xuandu Taoist, Shaolin was defeated and his reputation was greatly damaged. How could the monks of Shaolin not be tempted by that thing and not be obsessed with it?" Another person said: "Yes, yes." However, since the news of this Shaolin Temple was spread by us to get that thing, it has never been peaceful for nearly a year, and I don't know how many people have gone to Songshan to make trouble and ask for that thing. is a good place for quiet self-cultivation, it has almost become a Shura battlefield, there are fights and killings every day, and those bald donkeys are already exhausted. After saying that, several people laughed.