Songshan, Shaolin.

Since Master Xinhu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, has not been closed, and all the affairs of the temple have been taken care of by Master Xinmei, Shaolin disciples have hardly stopped walking in the martial arts.

Master Xinmei felt that perhaps the cultivation of martial arts was not the original intention of the Bodhidharma Patriarch to establish Shaolin and recruit disciples, and that the profound Buddhism was what Shaolin monks should understand.

"In the next twenty years, could it be that Shaolin Temple will no longer set foot in the rivers and lakes?"

Su Weiyun climbed Songshan again and came to the front of the Dharma Cave.

Master Xinmei stood beside him, clasped his palms together and said, "If nothing else, it should be so." The abbot said that Master Su Shi can practice here on his own, and I will go back to the temple to recite Zen first. ”

Su Weiyun also saluted: "Master go slowly." ”

Master Xinmei really went down the mountain immediately, and disappeared after a short time.

Su Weiyun was the only one left in the Dharma Cave.

The mountain breeze outside the cave blows, blowing up dust and snow.

The white clouds in the sky are long, and they are dogs.

The clouds move and the wind passes, the wind surges, all things are regular, and the world is flowing by itself.

The indescribable tranquility between heaven and earth is as if once you enter a cave, you will be cut off from the world; But in this tranquility lies a deep loneliness, loneliness.

Only then did Su Weiyun understand what a remarkable thing it was for Patriarch Bodhidharma to meditate here for nine years.

He looked again at a shadow reflected on the mountain wall.

Although the shadow marks on the stone wall are a little faint, they are clearly visible, from head to knees, and it is the appearance of the Bodhidharma Patriarch meditating here in the past.

- Can a person who meditates for nine years really be able to manifest his sincerity and leave a mark on the stone?

- Is this a moving miracle or a far-fetched connection?

- Or did later generations deliberately carve and deliberately create a mysterious legend out of thin air to increase the fame of the sect?

Su Weiyun's face was calm, and he sat down slowly, just like the Bodhidharma Patriarch back then, and he also sat in this cave.

At the beginning, he still opened his eyes and stared at the mountain wall, sometimes stepped forward to take a closer look, and patiently studied and pondered.

But when he came to this, he sat down and did not move any more.

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Wind and rain, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

More than a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The flowers bloomed, the water flowed quickly, the white clouds in the sky did not know how many times, and even the cliffs between the mountains grew countless flowers and vines.

The vines break through the cliffs, and the dripping water also goes through the stones.

Mountains and rocks will change, but what will not change?

But the old way is that people's hearts are fickle.

The human heart is the most changeable, but when it does not change, it is terrifyingly hard.

Su Weiyun was still sitting in front of the Dharma Cave, and from beginning to end, he still remained the same, as if he had not changed.

The monks of the Shaolin Temple would come up the mountain every day to bring him rice, vegetables and water, and he would occasionally point out the monks' martial arts.

So later, the martial arts of the monks who made a special trip to deliver food for him gradually improved by leaps and bounds, and many Shaolin disciples learned of this and competed to go up the mountain to deliver food, but Master Xinmei made a strict agreement to let them chant the Buddha and not have delusions.

Between the mountain roads, a little monk jumped and jumped, agile, carrying a small wooden box in his hand, and soon came to Damo in front of the wall cave.

"Donor, the little monk has put the rice outside."

The little monk called softly, put down the wooden box, and wanted to leave on his own.

He knew that the person in the cave had already cultivated and become fascinated, and he looked at the shadow left by the Bodhidharma Patriarch day and night, and he usually didn't bother with outsiders.

Only by coincidence can he be seen walking outside and taking out his double sword and dancing for a while, for a long time, and then he put down his sword and went back to the cave to continue his enlightenment.

The little monk pondered, and then looked at the two long swords placed at the entrance of the cave.

A sword is turquoise in color and has an even luster, but the scabbard is a little cracked, and it seems that I don't know how many battles I have experienced and how many masters I have drunk the blood of masters.

The other sword looks simple and unpretentious, but it faintly gives people a thrilling feeling, which is very wonderful.

The little monk was about to leave, but the man in the cave came out.

The man's hair was shaggy, his beard was full of thorns, his face was full of dirt, and at a glance, there were at least a dozen holes in the clothes on his body, and his two palms were pitch black, which made it unbearable to look at directly.

Except for the eyes that were still shining, there was no place to see.

No one would have thought that this "wild man" who came out of the cave was Su Weiyun, who was unbeatable at the beginning.

But the little monk seemed to be accustomed to it, and respectfully bowed to him.

Su Weiyun beckoned to him, squatted down to pick up the lunch box, and said, "You come to eat too." ”

The little monk hurriedly shook his hand and said, "I've already eaten it, donor, eat it quickly, or it's going to be cold." ”

Su Weiyun was not reluctant, but said, "Okay, then I'll eat." ”

The little monk was about to go down the mountain, but Su Weiyun said again: "If you don't leave, I'll explain to you later." ”

When he spoke, his tone was still a little stiff, and he must have said such a thing for a long time.

The little monk looked at Su Weiyun strangely, he came here in the past, even if he was instructed by Su Weiyun, he was only concise and to the point, and never said much, but today he kept him, I don't know what the meaning is.

After Su Weiyun finished eating a bowl of rice, he didn't drink the pot of water directly, but poured the water into the bowl again.

The little monk looked at him and took back the two double swords that had been in front of the cave for a long time, put them on the side of the bowl, dipped some water in his left hand stained with mud, and carefully wiped the blades of the swords over and over again.

From the surface of the sword to the scabbard, it was wiped clean in a short time.

Su Weiyun picked up the two swords again, holding the Immortal Sword in his left hand and the Xiaoxiang Sword in his right hand.

He suddenly moved.

The little monk couldn't describe the speed of this movement.

It felt as if a breeze was blowing, and then Su Weiyun arrived in front of him.

There was also a sword that stabbed straight at his throat.

The little monk felt stiff and unable to move, so he could only exclaim loudly: "Donor! ”

Sonor!

Just as the Xiaoxiang sword was about to stab the little monk's throat, another sword stopped it.

In the vast mountains, there is no one in the four seasons, of course, there will be no other sword here, and only another sword can be intercepted.

Immortal Sword!

The two swords collided, like two real dragons colliding, stirring up the dragon's chant and sword sound!

Su Weiyun stabbed the little monk with the sword in his right hand, but stopped him with the sword in his left hand.

The little monk touched the cold sweat on his head, clasped his palms together, and said with a wry smile: "The donor can scare the little monk miserably, I thought that the donor really cultivated to the point of going mad." ”

Su Weiyun laughed: "Hahahaha, I haven't been out of the cave for a year, and I have indeed fallen into a state of enchantment." ”

The little monk said: "That ......"

Su Weiyun said: "It's just that although I was a demon before, I have now put down the butcher knife." ”

The little monk said: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." I wish the donor a speedy Buddhahood. ”

Su Weiyun said: "Amitabha, Amitabha." I would like to borrow your auspicious words, and thank you and Shaolin for taking care of them for more than a year. ”

The little monk said: "The donor is a benefactor from top to bottom of Shaolin, and these are nothing." ”

Looking from the top of the mountain, the Shaolin ancient temple stands in the distance, the momentum is magnificent, and the atmosphere is brilliant and grand.

Su Weiyun said suddenly: "Okay, let me ask you a question, if you answer honestly, I will give you a scripture book." ”

The little monk smiled and said, "Donor, if you ask, I don't want any scriptures, and I'm tired of reading them every day." ”

Su Weiyun said: "Do you know where the shadow left by the Bodhidharma Patriarch in the cave came from?" ”

"This ......." The little monk was a little embarrassed, and finally said: "I heard the senior brother talk about it, so it's probably ...... It was probably cultivated by later generations of monks. ”

Su Weiyun couldn't stop laughing, and threw a scripture book from his arms into the arms of the little monk.

"Hahahahahaha, you're honest, but you're wrong! Don't worry, this scripture is still for you! ”

The little monk looked down at the scriptures in his arms, and suddenly seemed to catch a glimpse of something extraordinary.

"How can it be this scripture, isn't this a good offering in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion......"

When he looked up at Su Weiyun again, he couldn't see anyone anymore.

The little monk scratched his head, thought about it, and decided to go into the cave in the face wall to take a look.

He stepped into the cave of the face wall, looked around, and found no abnormality, the shadow of the Bodhidharma Patriarch was engraved on the stone wall in the depths, and it was still intact.

"Strange, how is that possible? Could this really be the shadow left by the patriarch? ”

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PS: There is only one change.

The next volume goes to the next volume of "Amorous Swordsman Ruthless Sword". The reason why it is so divided into volumes is because the next volume of the original amorous swordsman ruthless sword should be called "Iron Brave Soul", and the first volume is the original amorous swordsman ruthless sword. The plot separation between the two is still relatively obvious, and in order to respect the original work, it is divided into two consecutive volumes.

As for the nickname of "The First Sword of the Wind and Cloud", it should be "The Prodigal Son of the Border City", and some of them are mistakenly made as the ruthless sword of the amorous swordsman.