Zhu Yu took out the hand-copied I Ching in his arms, wrapped the two scriptures with the clothes of Lan Ling'er, who wrote the Great I Ching, and carefully put them into his arms.

Master Wufeng, Wuxin and Wusi said goodbye to everyone and went back to the mountain.

The wise master folded his hands in the direction of Sansuo's journey, bowed, turned around, and led everyone to stride down the mountain.

It was early afternoon, when the snow suddenly stopped, and the sky was much brighter. While walking, Lan Ling'er hummed a tune: "Eighteen bends in the mountain road, where is the lover in the mountain, yesterday's yellow flowers flowed with the water, and I was unwilling to see the lover." Nineteen songs of water flowing, my daughter combs the water carefully, and listens to me to tell the heartfelt heart, the mountains and rivers are restored to their old appearance.........! ”

"Lan Ling'er, who are you singing this love song to?" Duan Shiqi said with a smile.

"Love songs are sung to lovers, but I don't know who is the ideal lover in Lan Linger's heart." Zhang Shijun teased.

"I think, Lan Ling'er's lover must be in Shaolin Temple!" Lingyazi said a word to break through Lan Ling'er's thoughts.

"Tooth girl, how did you guess?" Zhu Yu looked at Lingyazi, puzzled.

"Look at the words!" Lingyazi said mysteriously.

"It's a pity that monks don't want to get married!" Lan Ling'er sighed.

Hearing this, Lingyazi looked at Zhu Yu and smiled knowingly.

A few young people said as they walked, and before they knew it, the seven of them had approached the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Suddenly, there was a clattering sound in the woods on one side, and several trees were hit by something, and flakes of snow fell in a row.

The seven looked into the woods and saw a red deer running around in the middle of the forest, followed by a tiger chasing after them. The red deer panicked and suddenly ran in front of the seven people, and the tiger chased after him, regardless of the people in front of him. Just as the tiger swept in front of everyone, the tiger suddenly twisted his body, stretched out a palm, and slapped it at Lan Ling'er on the side.

Lan Ling'er was unprepared, and suddenly saw the tiger slapping at herself, and she was blinded all of a sudden, she didn't know what to do, seeing that Lan Ling'er was about to be caught by the tiger, but she heard the tiger scream, fell to the ground, kicked her feet, and died immediately.

Seeing that the tiger was killed, Lan Ling'er screamed "ah" and covered her face, woo! Woo! Whimpered and cried.

"Don't cry, Ling'er, the tiger is dead, don't be afraid." Lingyazi pulled Lan Ling'er's sleeve and persuaded.

Lan Ling'er lowered her hand covering her eyes, looked carefully at the tiger lying on the ground, and asked strangely: "Hey, this tiger has a strange death, neither like being killed by a palm, nor like being punched to death, let alone dying by a sword, which master used what kind of technique to kill him?" ”

"I guess, it must have been Master Yan Kun who killed him with the trick of the Dian Cang Sect and the thunderbolt fingering." Ling Yazi had long heard that the thunderbolt fingering of the Diancang Sect was not only fierce, but also very secretive, and depending on the distance from the tiger, it was none other than Master Yan Kun who killed the tiger.

"Ha, ha, ha." The little girl with her teeth is really famous and has good knowledge.

"Thunderbolt fingering is really powerful, Master Yan, can you teach me?" Lan Ling'er lost no time in saying.

"Don't bother Master, can I teach you?" Duan Shiqi said with a smile.

"It's okay, Senior Brother Shiqi, but I'm very stupid, I'm afraid I'll work hard for you."

"If you can accept a disciple like Lan Ling'er, no matter how hard and tired you are, I am willing." Duan Shiqi said with a smile.

"I'm afraid that there are monks in Shaolin Temple who are unwilling." Zhang Shijun said with an exaggerated expression.

"You little children, don't you know how to be shy? Let's go! "Old Man Yan has always been restrained, and he doesn't like impetuous words the most, but he looks old-fashioned and serious, but in fact he is benevolent and generous, and never cares about his apprentices, so Duan Shiqi and Zhang Shijun dare to joke in front of him.

Seven people stayed overnight, and in a blink of an eye, it has been three days since they went down the mountain, and they are not far from Shaolin Temple.

The sky was clear, but the snow on both sides of the road had not yet melted, and the wind mixed with the cold air in the snow blew on the face, cold and cold.

Early in the morning, when I walked out of the hotel, the wise master said that we could get to Shaolin before lunch, and everyone's pace couldn't help but speed up a lot.

"Look, everyone, this road is the fork in the road leading to the Shaolin Temple." As he walked, a fork in the road led to the mountain on one side, and Zhu Yu found that this was the path he was familiar with leading to the Shaolin Temple.

Turning to the path, the fields on the side of the road gradually increased, and from time to time I saw monks busy in the fields.

Shaolin is in the east of Wudang, the climate is slightly warmer, and the mountain is short, here is much warmer than Wudang Mountain, some cold-resistant vegetables are growing vigorously, and patches of wheat have also sprouted, waiting for the first fertilizer.

Zhu Yu has been in Shaolin for several years, and he has done a lot of farm work, and when he sees these familiar fields and monks working in the fields, he has a different kind of nostalgia in his heart.

"Seeing that these monks are busy with farm work, it shows that the Sun Moon God Sect has not harassed Shaolin." Old Man Yan said to the wise master who was walking beside him.

"Shaolin is mainly engaged in meditation, and rarely participates in the grievances of the rivers and lakes, even if it is an evil faction like the Sun God Sect, it will stay away from Shaolin intentionally or unintentionally, Shaolin as the ancestral court of martial arts in the Central Plains, is more of a conflict with the government." Although the wise master practiced Tiantai Buddhism, he also knew a little about Shaolin's Zen method.

After a while, the seven people came to the first mountain gate, and there was only a small monk guarding the gate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, seeing you coming, my senior brother has returned to the temple to report to the abbot, so you can wait here! Also, there are rules in the temple that women are generally not allowed to enter the temple, and you two women can only stay here. After the little monk finished speaking, he glanced at Lan Ling'er and Lingyazi, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and stood in the middle of the road without speaking.

"Generally not allowed to enter the temple? I'm not ordinary, little brother Kongyu, do you remember me? Lan Ling'er stepped forward and said with a smile.

"Naturally remember, you are Lan Ling'er of Tianlong Mountain, do you know that after you left, Senior Brother Kongling wrote a letter to you, and the deacon master knew about it, and punished him for facing the wall for a year, I don't think he will do this again in the future." Kong Yu opened his eyes, looked at Lan Ling'er, and said calmly.

"What? Which deacon master punished the empty man, I have to ask him which temple rule he violated by writing a letter to me Lan Ling'er. Hearing this, Lan Ling'er was a little furious.

"Of course, the deacon master Kong Xue can't stop the monk from writing letters to outsiders, but Senior Brother Kong Ling caught the butterfly that he killed in the letter and punished him for facing the wall, which was just a punishment for him to kill." Kong Yu was tepid and said slowly.

"Alas, this Senior Brother Kongling is really a wooden brain, this thing is ......!" Hearing Kong Yu say this, Lan Ling'er wanted to be angry, but she couldn't get angry at all.

"Amitabha, good, good!" Just when everyone was a little inexplicable about the empty act, the wise master suddenly recited the Buddha's name, and said silently to himself: "The heart is free of obstacles, there is no terror, far from upside-down dreams, and nirvana." ”

"There is no empty ling, it is an empty ling, if you see it like this, you will see it as it comes." Listening to what the wise master said, Yan Kun folded his hands and continued.

Yan Kun and the Wise Master finished speaking, looked at each other and smiled, and said no more.

"Master Wisdom, Senior Yan Kun, what are you two fighting dumb fans?" Although Lan Linger has been in Shaolin for many years, she is dedicated to cultivation and knows nothing about Buddhist scriptures and Zen.

"The Buddha smiled, I'm afraid this is the artistic conception!" Lingyazi not only practiced martial arts, but also studied Buddhism, and he still knew a thing or two about what the wise master and Master Yan Kun said.

"Don't talk about this, let's wait for the abbot master to pick us up and enter the temple!" As soon as Lingyazi said this, Lan Ling'er was even more confused, so she had to diverge the topic.

"Senior Brother Kongyu, how is Shaolin after I leave?"

Kong Yu looked up at Zhu Yu and knew that what he was going to say was about the burning of Shaolin.

"Amitabha!" Kong Yu sang a Buddha horn and said: "The halls burned by the officers and soldiers have all been built, and they are more majestic than before, and the officers and soldiers have not come to the temple to harass again, but a strange thing happened half a month ago, and Master Kong Xin suddenly passed away." ”

"Ahh Master, he's not even fifty years old, yes, how did he pass away? Zhu Yu was shocked and asked.

"Or how could it be said to be strange? Now, there is a lot of discussion in the temple, some say that they died of illness, and more say that they were killed, but there is no basis for this. "Although Kong Yu is only sixteen or seventeen years old, he has been in Shaolin Temple for more than eight years, and he is clear about the big and small things in Shaolin.