When I thought that they would lose their lives because I had broken my sword, I felt compassion.

I remember when I first entered the Shaolin Temple, I heard the abbot master say that God has the virtue of a good life, and saving people's lives is better than creating a seven-level floating slaughter.

I asked the abbot what is a floating slaughter and why it is a seventh-level floating slaughter. The abbot said that the Buddha is a pagoda.

I said that saving a person's life is of course more important than building a seven-story stupa, and this is obvious. I can also say that saving a life is better than eating seven meals or catching seven fish, so why not?

The abbot was furious and said that how could seven meals and seven fish be compared with the seventh-level floating slaughter? The floating slaughter is a stupa, what is a stupa? A stupa is an offering place for relics. Those who can cremate the relics must be high monks. Being able to be placed in the stupa represents a monk who has become a Buddha from a monk. Do you know how many monks hope to eventually live in a stupa? The purpose of our practice is to become a Buddha.

I said, Master, a real monk may not think like this.

The abbot said decadently, so he is still a monk as a teacher. In this life, you may not be able to enter the pagoda.

I thought about it for a while, and then I said, "Master, maybe one day you won't want to become a Buddha, and you will be able to truly become a Buddha." What we want is often not what we end up with. I never thought about it, but I got it by chance. For example, I never wanted my family to be ruined, but what happened? I always wanted revenge, but where was the murderer?

The abbot put his arm around me, stroked my back, and sighed.

Although I don't like Wudang disciples very much, I don't want them to die.

So, I decided to follow them to the blacksmith shop a hundred miles away.

Chatting on the way, I learned that their little sister was naughty and abnormal, and often said that she wanted to go to the rivers and lakes alone, and Taixu Dao Chang loved this granddaughter the most, and whenever she couldn't resist her, she let the four sons of Wudang accompany her. This time, it was the little sister who was playful, and the head of the house ordered them to go together.

After walking for about two days, I came to a house with the words "Shunfeng Blacksmith Shop" written on the courtyard door. The courtyard gate was not closed, and we rushed in.

When I walked into the courtyard and saw that the door of the living room was closed, I went up and knocked on the door, and a trembling voice came from inside: Come in.

I opened the door and saw an old man sitting at an old table of eight immortals drinking tea. The old man was already seventy years old, very thin, I saw that his hand holding the teacup was so thin that it seemed that only skin and bones were left, and he didn't lift his eyelids, and said to close the door.

Nagaakiko was last in line, turned around and closed the wooden door.

Changchunzi nudged me from behind. I saluted and said, "I have a few friends whose swords have broken and I want to ask my boss to renew their swords."

The old man rolled his eyes and said: I don't accept Wudang's order.

I was very curious and asked the old man, how do you know that they are from Wudang?

The old man said that except for Wudang's, who will ask me to continue a few broken swords? The rule of Wudang is that the sword breaks people and kills, and if the law enforcement chief of the annual Bright Sword Conference finds out whose sword is not the original sword, he will be killed with a rod on the spot. Therefore, each sword is more valuable than money.

I looked back at the four sons of Wudang and saw that their faces were all gray, and I knew that the old man was right.

I hurriedly reported to myself: a disciple of Shaolin.

The old man rolled his eyes again and said nonsense, of course I know that you are a Shaolin disciple.

I was even more curious, and asked the old man, how do you know?

The old man said angrily that the people of Wudang had broken their swords, who else could they find besides a Shaolin disciple to beg me? Who doesn't know that I was a lay disciple of Shaolin? Not to mention......

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up: What's more, you are carrying a handsome man on your back, how can I not know that you are a Shaolin disciple?

With that, he stretched out a hand. Shouted: Bring it!

I was stunned, and hurriedly pulled out the handsome and handed it to the old man with both hands.

The old man took the handsome, wiped the sword with his sleeve, looked at the tip of the sword with his eyes against the hilt, and then looked at the hilt of the sword. Tut exclaimed: Good sword! Good sword!

After saying that, he stroked it for a while, and reluctantly handed it back to me.

I saw that he was fascinated, and I was puzzled: I think the texture of this sword is harder than ordinary swords, and it is not good.

When the old man heard me say this, his eyes were about to bulge, and he said: We don't have the rule of breaking people with swords in Shaolin, do you think it's not good, do you want to give it to me? A sword has passed a thousand years, the blade has not a single gap, and the lines of the sword body are still as straight as the one that was originally built. The warrior was captured by the king of Chu, and the king of Chu read the courage of the warrior, gave the whole corpse, repaired the tomb, and buried the sword. After the tomb robbers got it, it flowed in the rivers and lakes. Those who get the sword take advantage of the sword, and they have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and they have not tasted defeat. One day, he disagreed with his wife and stabbed his wife to death. Afterwards, he repented and converted to Shaolin with Gan Shuai. On that day, the abbot hid the commander in the armory. When the old man chose the weapon, he knew that the commander was among them, but he didn't expect that this sword was not amazing and he couldn't be selected. To this day, it is still Geng. It's a pity, it's a pity!

I asked, for the sake of the Shaolin lineage, can you help me renew their swords?

As soon as I finished asking, before the old man could answer, a picture instantly appeared in my mind - the roof suddenly broke, the old man looked up, and countless hidden weapons hit the old man from the opening.

I didn't have time to think, one stepped to the old man's side, his left hand used his internal force to hold down the old man, and his right hand lifted the handsome and pointed upwards to make the "dripping water not enter" in the Dharma Vajra swordsmanship, and at the same time shouted to the four sons of Wudang: "Get down!"

At the same time, the roof was broken, and Changchunzi pressed it to Changdongzi, and lay down with Xia Qiuzi.

The old man was pressed by my palm on his left shoulder and couldn't move, and was about to scold, when he suddenly saw a hole in the roof, looked up, and at this moment, the dark weapon in the sky came to him.

Most of the hidden weapons are sleeve arrows, which are all broken when they meet the handsome, and the "clanging" is refracted to all sides, and the broken limbs and wreckage of the sleeve arrows are embedded in the windows and doors and walls more than five feet above the ground.

I retracted the strength of my left hand, trying to chase out of the hole, as soon as I jumped up, I suddenly remembered that I had not practiced light exercises, and my head had not touched the roof, so I fell down again, I looked down, and was falling towards the top of the old man's head, and I panicked for a while. But I saw the old man slap his backhand, and I was gently pushed to the side by the palm force.

The old man smiled and said: As soon as the sneak attacker dart was shot, it was already far away.

At this moment, someone pushed the door in, showed a caring face, and asked the old man: Are you okay?

The fourth son of Wudang was still lying on the ground at this time, and when he saw someone coming in, he hurriedly got up, reached out and dusted off his body, and turned his back to look left and right at the weapons hanging on the wall.

The old man waved his sleeves and said, "Very good, very good."

The man bowed, went out again, and closed the door with him.

The old man turned to me, smiling and looking up and down as if he were a treasure. I was looked down upon. I remembered that it almost fell on his head just now, and I was ashamed for a while.

After laughing, the old man said: You are not bad at playing the Dharma Vajra swordsmanship, but it's a pity that the light skills are a little worse. Asked again: How is Brother Huien?

I said that Master Hui Yan has always been physically tough, but his hands are inconvenient.

He nodded and said, "Hui En is really your master, so you should call me Master Hui Shi."

Only then did I know that the old man's name was Huishi, so I called Uncle Huishi.

Huishi said again: You are a wise person, what is it called wisdom?

I said my name was Jisan.

Huishi nodded and said with a smile: I am Shi, you are the mountain, it seems that we are destined. There is no doubt that the internal strength you used just now is the internal strength of this door, but the internal strength is domineering and strong, and it is definitely not the internal strength of the mind taught by Huien. Who else do you learn from besides Hui En?

I bent down and saluted, and said, "Master Abbot."

Hui Shibo asked: Senior brother Hui Neng?

I said exactly.

Hui Shi said: Although the old man is old, but the strength of the ear is probably not comparable to Zhishan, the people of the rivers and lakes give the old man the nickname "Shunfeng" is not a waste of fame, the dart shooter knows the old man's ear power, so before you and I enter the room, I ambushed on the roof, and only when you and I are distracted from the conversation will break the hole and shoot the dart.

After a pause, he asked, "Before the hole was broken, how did you know that the man would attack me from the roof and strike earlier......?"

Master Huishi suddenly stopped talking.

Another image appeared in my mind—Hui Shi casually pulled up the sleeve arrow on the table and shot it at my chest.

I pulled out the handsome with a "choked" sound, crossed it to my chest, and looked at Huishi.

Hui Shi raised his eyebrows, laughed, and asked: Hui Neng told you to return to the temple before May next year?

I said yes.

Hui Shi nodded again and again, and said, "Okay! I see that you have not learned light skills." First, light work is not the strength of Shaolin, and second, the use of light power is not to chase the enemy or escape, and those who chase the enemy do not want to kill them all, and God has the virtue of a good life, and my Shaolin monks will never do such a thing; besides, how can it be that I am a dignified Shaolin monk who did it? Besides, Zhishan, you have collected the great achievements of Shaolin martial arts, and this light skill is not to learn.

After speaking, Uncle Huishi looked proud.

I was told this by Huishi, and the shame of falling from the air just now and almost hitting him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Huishi stretched out his hand to the four sons of Wudang and said: Bring the broken sword.

The four sons of Wudang respectfully handed over the broken swords, and Hui Shi looked at them one by one and sighed.

Changchunzi was extremely nervous and asked, "No...... Can't it be renewed?

Hui Shiyan said: I sigh because your Wudang sword generation is not as good as the generation, although the sword of your law enforcement chief is not a famous sword, but it can also cut copper and cut iron, cut gold and break jade, you four broken things......

Changchunzi couldn't help but interrupt Hui Shi's speech and asked, "How have you seen the sword of our law enforcement leader?"

Hui Shi continued to fiddle with a few broken swords, and without raising his head, he said: He came to renew the broken sword ten years ago. If it weren't for Hui Ze's junior brother begging for each other, hum.

The four sons of Wudang said in unison: What?