He is as vague as the wind alone, supplying everywhere, changing horses everywhere, and chasing the soldiers wherever he goes. Occasionally, if he relaxes, he will return and assassinate several officers, which is even more miserable.

In November, a heavy snowfall fell. The horses were difficult to walk, so Lu Yuan simply abandoned the horses and made a few skis. With super flexibility, he can walk dozens of kilometers overnight without difficulty.

He began to pick the tribe of the Golden Family. After a few months on the grassland, the situation here has long been clear. Most of the tribes of the Golden Family occupy the best pastures, but there are very few people. Except for the stewards who took care of the ranches and the serfs who herded the horses, most of them went to the city to enjoy the blessings. The strength of the tribe can be described as extremely weak.

After Lu Yuan attacked several small tribes in a row and assassinated a big chief, the three thousand pursuers who stayed in Helin had to set off again in winter to catch up, otherwise the wrath of the Golden Family would burn them to ashes.

These people never returned to Helin or Dadu, and they didn't even see Lu Yuan's back.

They were tired and blindly chasing after Lu Yuan, or died under the snowstorms, or died of tribal conflicts, or died of disease and starvation. In short, when the snow melted, Lu Yuan's last sneak attack killed a team of nearly 100 people. Although there were a hundred people, they were all skinny and glazed-eyed, and when Lu Yuan came, they stood there numbly, dying with relief in their eyes, and even lost the will to resist.

When spring arrives, the grasslands become deserted.

In various places, the notoriety of "green devils" is circulated. It was the Immortal Heaven punishing the disrespectful demon of the Golden Family, and such rumors were circulating in the dark.

And among the Han people, there are also various rumors. Some people say that such a person will not die well without a king. Some say that he is cruel and ferocious, and that he will be punished. There are also those who learn from him to rebel against the fate of their untouchables.

But whether it is a Mongol or a Han Chinese, everyone knows one thing - the myth of the invincibility of the Golden Family is over.

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The short green buds of the spring grass stretch in the wind.

Lu Yuan stood on the edge of the Mongolian steppe, on Helan Mountain, looking back at the green fields.

After a long time, he drew his long knife, shaved off his long hair and threw it into the hollow valley, and the mountain wind swept the black-brown silk threads and flew away.

The sword light swirled, and a head of black hair fell.

He took off his coat and underwear, which were stained with dark red blood, and folded them neatly, pressing them under a large rock.

After throwing it hard, the long knife slashed across the valley, and with a loud thud, it was inserted into the opposite stone wall, inserting two feet, but the blade of the knife that exposed half a foot trembled in the wind.

Lu Yuan put on the earthy yellow monk's robe in the baggage, brought the prayer beads, and walked towards the mountain while knocking on the wooden fish.

"Dangdang...... Dangdang...... Dangdang ......"

"Nam no Amitabha Night, Dortagada Night, Dori Night, Amili Dubhavi, Amirida Buddha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Amitabha, Vigarandhi, Amitabha, Vikalanda, Amitabha, Varana, Tsangagali, Sabha."

The sound of the wooden fish, the sound of chanting the mantra of the past life, gradually drifted away.

The place where the clothes were pressed was called "Shannapu" by the steppe people, which means "the place where the green devil returns to the heavenly realm".

Although many people know that the "green devil" is a Han man, eighty percent is just a martial artist who has escaped from anger.

However, in the summer, many people still come from far away to worship the Immortal Heaven and pray that the Blue Devil will not appear again.

The blood-stained clothes and the stones pressed against them were no longer visible, encased in layers of rubble piled up in the stupa. Even on the hilt of the knife on the opposite side of the cliff, people kept risking their lives to climb down and tie ribbons on it. They hoped that the Blue Devil would not find his weapon and robe, but they did not dare to move them in the slightest.

The following year, more people came. There were even people from the Golden Family who made a special trip from Dadu to worship.

A few years later, a monk of the Yellow Sect established a small monastery here and enclosed the stupa.

When the Yuan Dynasty fell, it was regarded as an important monastery for the Mongols and burned down. Only the knife stuck in the cliff remained, and the small rain pavilion on it remained.

By 2010 A.D., ahem, it became a tourist attraction...... People sat on the elevator, surrounded by rusty blades, and the friends were stunned, "It turns out that there are really martial arts in the world!" ”

The tour guide introduced: "This is the Northern Song Dynasty, the hero Xiao Feng resisted the southern invasion of the Liao State ......"

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Lu Yuan went all the way south, knocking on the wooden fish and chanting day and night, but it took three months to reach the foot of Shaomu Mountain. Along the way, I occasionally treat diseases and save people, talk about health when I see the elderly, talk about farming when I meet farmers, and pray for blessings when children play......

If someone asks about the law number, they will reply with "poor monk, Shaolin ochre".

Lu Yuan walked all the way down, turning fate into fate, eating fasting and reciting Buddha, but it was just a casual action. Maybe it's because of his outstanding appearance, or maybe because fewer and fewer people do it, and "Shaolin ochre" has once again gained a great reputation. Now the Wudang Five Heroes are doing chivalrous deeds everywhere on the rivers and lakes, raising the Wudang faction high, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they are far inferior to Shaolin.

When he arrived at Shaomu Mountain, Lu Yuan also avoided the mountain gate from a distance, walked a small road, and went directly into the emptiness monk and his own small courtyard.

Seeing the old monk of emptiness, Lu Yuan just knelt down and said "Master", then put down the wooden fish and took out an oilcloth package from his arms. After unfolding, there were four volumes of scriptures inside, which were the four volumes of flail scriptures that Jueyuan had lost.

Master and apprentice were relatively silent.

After a while, there was a sudden soft sound of "bar", and the wooden fish and the mallet that were put aside exploded into crumbs together. This wooden fish relied on Lu Yuan's Jiuyang Divine Skill all the way to sustain it, but now that the power has dispersed, it can't support it.

"Alas, you kid, you have such a fierce temperament, it really worries Master."

Emptiness reached out and gently stroked the top of his head.

"Just stay in the temple for the past few years, and if you have nothing to do, go to your senior brother's place. Do you think so? ”

"Disciple obeys!"

Lu Yuan said, but unconsciously shed tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, child." The emptiness swayed Lu Yuan's head, and his old eyes were a little moist. "Master is not punishing you, but your karma needs to be eliminated. When I came to the Buddha in the future, I couldn't see the child, how could the master be sure-footed. ”

"Disciple, disciple ......" Lu Yuan was choked up and speechless.

The old monk shook his head, turned around, but handed the book over with his backhand. "Master has revised this book, so you can take a look at it and help Master find out what is wrong. Don't miss the horse's feet, and people will laugh at our master and apprentice in the future. ”

"The disciple obeys." Lu Yuan took a look, but it was the dragon gripper, one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts that had been revised. "Master, between the lines of the four volumes of scriptures that the disciple brought back this time, there is the original of the Jiuyang Sutra written by the senior monks. After the disciple cultivated, there were many incomprehensions, and he asked the master to solve his doubts. ”

The old monk didn't turn around, and replied directly, "Well, I'll read the scriptures, and you will come in a few days." ”

"The disciple retired." Lu Yuan retreated.

When there was no sound, the old monk wiped his eyes with his monk's robe, "This kid has been running for three years, let the old monk worry about me." ”

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