Shaolin, back mountain.

The green mountains are secluded, the trees are deepening, the ground is refracted to form a dense shadow, and there is a long and elegant Zen fragrance, which bypasses the tip of the nose and makes people's hearts quiet a lot.

Under the ancient tree, there is a stone table, Chen Jun sat down slightly, and when he looked up, he could see a corner of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the distance, and the aftermath of the bell came from afar.

"Living in a secluded forest valley, it seems that your heart is not quiet." Chen Jun said.

"When a donor comes, the mountain gate suffers great suffering, how can the state of mind be calm?"

"Even if there is no me, how can Shaolin be calm, the body is not afraid of the shadow, if Shaolin is upright, there are so many chaotic waves in the rivers and lakes?"

The sweeping monk sighed: "I don't know where the donor came from?" ”

"From heaven, do you believe it?" Chen Jun laughed and asked rhetorically.

The sweeping monk pondered carefully, and shook his head suddenly.

Chen Jun is not surprised, whether it is the mysterious sweeping monk, or the carefree Li Qiushui, Tianshan Tong's grandmother, even though the martial arts are extraordinary and peerless, but after all, they are limited by their vision.

"And who are you? Xiaoyaozi, Murong Longcheng, Duan Siping? ”

"The poor monk has long forgotten his identity, and now he is just a sweeping monk in the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion." The sweeping monk smiled faintly, "But I don't know if the donor is hostile to my Shaolin and wants to destroy the Buddha?" ”

"Destroy the Buddha?"

Chen Jun shook his head: "I'm not the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, what Buddha do you destroy?" As far as I know, the attack on the temple of the court, the conquest of Buddhism and Taoism is even more terrifying than the rivers and lakes. ”

The sweeping monk said: "The words of the donor, there is no intention in these two factions? ”

"What do you mean?" He asked rhetorically.

"Thank you to the donor for solving your doubts, and the poor monk is also relieved." The sweeping monks thanked each other, offered hot tea, or met a master of the same realm as himself, and talked about the interpretation of the Zen scriptures.

Chen Jun talked about religious theology and materialist dialectical methods.

The sweeping monk talks about the martial arts of Buddhism, the magic technique of protecting the body of the Arhat is not bad, and the Bodhisattva of the Buddha country is like the wonderful righteousness, and the law of reincarnation.

Chen Jun talked about what he had learned, the flesh and blood cells of the human body, the change of natural laws, natural selection, and the survival of the fittest.

On the side, Wang Yuyan stood quietly, listening attentively, and suddenly cold sweat broke out, or her face was pale, or ethereal dust.

The two sides discussed for a long time, and before they knew it, the hot tea became cold, and the east was getting late, and on August 15, there was a strange scene of the sun and the moon in the sky.

It is said to be a strange scene, because the sun and the moon, mixed with the yuan, the golden light and the silver light are entangled into a line, and there is a faint purple breath between the sky.

"Ahh

The sweeping monk let out a long sigh and looked at Chen Jun with a straight face: "It seems that the donor, neither Taoism, nor Buddhism, nor Confucianism, is not listed in hundreds of schools, deviant, unprecedented, it is really an evil demon!" ”

"It makes me creepy, but after thinking about it, I have gained a lot, if I want the donor to create a classic, maybe I can open my own one, famous through the ages!"

"Ha~he~"

Chen Jun's laughter did not mean mockery, he just wanted to laugh.

After laughing, he looked at the cold tea on the stone table, and said slowly: "The tea is cold, so much time has passed, it's not good to disturb it anymore!" ”

The words fell.

Chen Junyu pointed like a sword, and the sword pointed out.

When the sun and the moon are in the sky, fifteen swords come out.

He didn't have a sword in his hand, but no one in the world could ignore this cold sword.

His fingers were plain white, his middle and index fingers were long and steady, and the sword seemed to be slow, but it seemed to be extremely fast.

In the ordinary white porcelain cup, the clean mountain spring water ripples, hitting the wall of the cup.

This sword did not have any murderous aura, as if it did not contain dirt, it was dusty, and it came from the sky, but at the moment when this sword stabbed out, the mountains and forests were shocked and birds swept up, and the heavens and the earth suddenly fell silent.

The faint white clouds in the sky were silently torn apart at this moment, revealing sunlight.

It is not the kind of warm and fierce sun, but the light of flowing gold and stone, from the hazy glimmer of the morning sun, to the warm sun, to the glorious day that cannot be forced to see at noon, to the gloom, to the sunset as red as blood, changing and turning, full of vitality of the most beautiful nature.

His fifteenth sword is different from Yan Thirteen's fifteenth sword, which is absolutely ominous.

His sword is stunningly beautiful, just like a mathematician's pursuit of the beauty of π and the strict pursuit of the golden ratio, his sword is infused with rational speculation, the evolution of science and nature, and is full of flowing vitality.

With this sword, all the changes have really reached the end, and the waves that have reached the end are now like they have been completely exhausted. Chen Jun's strength is also exhausted, but he thinks in his mind that he will learn more knowledge and absorb nutrients in order to innovate.

But at this moment, the void suddenly shook strangely. The tea in the teacup was rippling and moving, vibrating together, and suddenly it didn't move! Although the blade of the sword was shaking, it was moving, but suddenly all of it was still. Everything around them fell into a temporary stillness, and even Wang Yuyan's movement of stroking the hosta in her hair remained still, but one person moved.

The stunning sword light swept into the eyes of the sweeping monk.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, put his hands together, and a thick wall of qi poured out from his body as if it were substance, indestructible.

But it's a pity that this is a sword that the sweeping monk can't understand.

With his knowledge, even if Chen Jun said a lot before, it was beyond his cognition, and if he couldn't understand it, if he couldn't understand it, he would only die.

Kiss!

The qi wall was like a blank piece of paper pierced under this sword, fragile and powerless.

A drop of blood slowly seeped out.

That sword is like a flying immortal, brilliant and beautiful.

After a long time, a voice came from the mountains and forests: "It seems that you have failed to discuss with me, and you can't understand my knowledge!" ”

"Let's go!"

With a sigh, Chen Jun got together for a while, and the entire space clicked and fell apart like a mirror.

Wang Yuyan suddenly woke up from a dream, took away the hand that had just touched the hosta, showed a little confusion, and then looked at the sweeping monk and was shocked.

**

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, countless people looked at it with their heads, wondering what the outcome of this battle would be.

In the end, the head of the Carefree faction, who is faintly dominating the world, wins, or the mysterious sweeping old monk who repels him as soon as he makes a move.

They all knew in their hearts that this battle was not only about the situation in Shaolin, the pattern of the rivers and lakes, but also about the lives of the two people.

If the old monk can keep Chen Jun, he will be killed for Shaolin, and even if he does not die, under serious injury, the monks of the treasure hall are like wolves and tigers, and there may not be no chance to fight back.

Stomp, trample....

In the dead and silent treasure hall, there is a staring king under the golden body of the Buddha, and the crisp footsteps are like bells and drums knocking on everyone's hearts, and also remind people of the arrival of the final moment.

Cuckoo...

Many people swallow their saliva unconsciously, their eyes fixed on it.

Will it be a sweeping monk?

Many monks looked forward to it, but looking at the handsome face, their faces were like ashes, and they retreated again and again as if they had been hit by five thunderbolts.

Ahead, Mei Lan Zhuju Sword Attendant saw Chen Jun walking slowly, without any injuries, and was elated, with an undisguised sweet smile on the corner of his mouth when he ran over.

They spoke to him of preach.

Chen Jun shook his head and laughed, stroked the top of Mei Lan Zhuju's head with his big hand, and said with a smile: "When will you also learn Ding Chunqiu's tricks of touting?" ”

The beautiful faces of the girls were red, bright and moving.

Coming to the outside of the hall, looking at the plaque above, Chen Jun said lightly: "Pick it up!" ”

Everyone breathed and raised their eyes to look into the distance.

White-clothed with a sword, the elegance is peerless, this Jianghu may not forget this figure.

The maple leaves on Xiaoyao Mountain are redder and the sunset is more gorgeous.

The man is drifting away.

**

Tenryu, end.