The little monk led Shen Cuttlefish and walked for a while, then stopped and turned around, and pointed forward again: "The person the donor is looking for is discussing the Zen path with the abbot of this temple in the meditation room, and the donor can go to find it." ”

After that, the little monk folded his palms and bowed to salute, and was about to leave. Shen Cuttlefish looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw that an ordinary meditation room that was not big or small was filled with dim lights, warm and warm. Shen Cuttlefish also hurriedly folded his hands and bowed back: "Thank you, little master." ”

When the little monk walked away, Shen cuttlefish tiptoed to the door of the meditation room like a thief. He subconsciously covered his mouth and nose, for fear of being recognized, and told Shen Shujian that he came to the White Horse Temple in the middle of the night, but in the eyes of outsiders, his expression and movements were no different from that sneaky thief.

I wanted to knock on the door and enter the house, but I was afraid of disturbing the two seniors, so I put my ear to the door to listen to the movement in the house. But although the lights were on in the room, there was no movement. "Won't this old man go to sleep first? In the middle of the night, it was a cold day, and he tricked my son into coming to this White Horse Temple, but he slept again, which is really unreasonable!"

Thinking of this, he became angry, rolled up his sleeves, and was about to break into the door. I remembered that I was beaten by the old beggar during the day, and my heart palpitated, so my feet stopped in mid-air, and slowly took it back.

Slowly moving to the window, suddenly heard a sound, frightened his soul away, the six gods have no owner, follow the voice, and see that it was an old jackdaw perched on the dead branch in the courtyard, looking at him motionless. Shen Cuttlefish was irritable, leaned over and picked up a stone and threw it at the old crow, although it did not hit, it also flew away.

Then he turned to look into the room, dipped his right index finger in saliva and twisted it on the window, twisted a small hole, and closed one eye and watched every move in the room with bated breath.

I saw that there was only a bed, a Buddhist shrine, two goose-yellow futons, and some basic daily utensils in the meditation room, and a big Zen character hung in the middle. Simple, simple and simple, but also elegant and chic.

The old beggar had changed into a clean gray cloth robe, still with his white hair, and the broken bamboo hat behind him. Facing the cuttlefish sideways, he sat cross-legged in front of the window on the futon on the ground, turned his palms up, put the back of his hands on his knees, closed his eyes slightly, calmed down, and meditated.

Face to face with him is the abbot of this White Horse Temple, Zen Master Kongxuan. The old monk is more than 70 years old, but he still does not see his old age, he is full of energy, and his posture is upright. His beard and hair were all gray, and he was dressed in a goose-yellow monk's robe, and he was draped in a bright red robe, and he also looked like the old beggar.

The two of them meditated and participated in Zen face to face, not moving at all, just like the sculpture Buddha statue of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, majestic and solemn. Shen cuttlefish couldn't help but hold his breath and watched quietly for a while. The two still didn't make any movements, and the eyelids of the cuttlefish who watched it fought, sleepiness hit, and they yawned again and again. Just as he was about to fall by the window, he heard the sound of a fight.

Shen Cuttlefish was so shocked that his sleepiness subsided, and he hurriedly got up and looked along the small hole. I saw that the two people who had been meditating in the room before did not know when they were making a mess, and the Shen cuttlefish who watched it was so excited that they almost applauded several times.

The old beggar's gray robe was flying, his hair was windless and automatic, his palms were pressed down, his wrists were staggered and flying, his internal force was surging, and his fingertips flashed with a few wisps of ice-blue internal force. Eyes slightly closed, calm and relaxed, retreat half a step, take a long breath of relief, exhale freely, turn your palm into fingers, turn around and jump, and point out with two fingers of your right hand.

Suddenly, like a wind and snow flying, the green clouds overturned, and what Shen cuttlefish saw was clearly two fingers, but what flew out of the beggar's fingertips was a wisp of sword qi. The ice-blue and deep sword shadow flew out extremely quickly, piercing through the wind and snow, and rushed towards the center of the Zen Master's eyebrows.

The old Zen master stretched out his hand and tore off the robe that was slanted on his body, unfolded it in front of him, spun it up very quickly, held his breath and concentrated, and the two palms turned into fingers after the robe and clicked thirteen times, ten fingers opened, and the two palms overlapped in the two sections of the robe and beat it, the golden light appeared, blurred, and the soft robe turned into a barrier, and also pushed forward.

The sword qi collided with the robe, the sword qi dissipated, and the robe fell to the ground. Look at the robe again, a faint layer of hoarfrost floated on top of the robe, like an iron plate, falling to the ground.

The old beggar fell lightly, knelt on one knee, and listened intently to the movements of the Zen Master Kongxuan. The old Zen master stepped back again and again, and then stopped with his left foot against the wall. The two of them made a move, but they didn't stop it, and their left foot kicked suddenly, and the old Zen master jumped out, slapped out with his right palm, and buckled down with his five fingers, directly taking the old beggar Tianling.

The beggar raised his palms and rushed upwards, blocking the palm of the Zen Master Kongxuan, and the old monk kicked into his heart. The beggar flashed the kick sideways, and then put his left shoulder on the monk's waist, turned his palm and changed his fingers, and another sword shadow flew out, brushing the tip of the old monk's nose, cutting off a handful of gray beards and falling to the ground.

The Zen master's two palms are shot out in a row, one palm is split, one palm is crossed, the internal force is surging, the golden light bursts out, the two eyes are like fierce tigers, and the palms are like flying dragons. One palm goes straight to the old beggar's face, and the other palm hits the beggar's lower abdomen, overlapping and changing, and from time to time he returns to the front of the defense. In the blink of an eye, twenty-eight palms have been played, and the moves are fierce and fast, although there are changes, but the clouds are flowing smoothly, and they are completed in one go.

As soon as the move is played, it is immediately withdrawn and changed to the next move, never dragging the mud and water. Between the palms and palms, there seems to be the sound of a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan, and when the fingers are staggered, it is clear that the Buddha's golden light is surging.

Looking at the old beggar again, his lips were tightly closed, his anger was heavy, and he had already turned from attack to defense, struggling to resist the twenty-eight palms. The old monk's palm power was extremely strong, and the beggar didn't dare to palm, so he had to dissolve the palm power again and again with the cold ice true qi, and at the same time fell downwards and pulled away. Zen Master Kongxuan also followed, chasing after him.

Zen Master Kongxuan grabbed the beggar's shoulder with one palm, but he pushed it away with his wrist and flew towards his neck with a backlash. The Zen master secretly said that it was not good, so he hurriedly jumped and jumped behind him, and the beggar flew up obliquely with a kick, and the Zen master fell with a palm, and the palm collided with the soles of his feet, and each took three steps back to stand firm.

The two had just separated, and they were in a ball again, their fists and palms were wrong, and their legs were shadowed again and again. Although the Shen cuttlefish outside the window didn't know martial arts, he couldn't see the doorway, he only felt that his blood was churning, and he was in high spirits, but he didn't realize that sweat was oozing from his palms, his palms were clenched, and his breathing was also rapid with the extremely fast moves of the two people.

"If you can worship one of the two of him as a teacher in this life, you should have no regrets!" Shen Cuttlefish has seen his father practice martial arts, and he has secretly imitated it, but the donkey's head is not the horse's mouth. Now seeing that the martial arts of the two of them are so unfathomable, they are far stronger than Shen Shujian dozens of times.

After a while, the two of them had already dismantled dozens of moves without winning or losing. I saw that the old beggar's eyes were sharp, and his murderous spirit rose, and he rushed towards it with arrows, and his palm was like a sword and struck into the heart of the empty Xuan Zen master. But the old Zen master did not hurry to lift a breath of true qi, gathered it in his chest, his eyes were closed, and his beard was flying. Steady the horse's stride and press down with both palms at your side.

The beggar's palm was striking the Zen master's chest, and his face changed slightly, but the old Zen master did not move, as steady as the golden bell in front of the hall, and muttered something in his mouth. Holding his breath again, his palms flew and pressed down again. Behind him, there was a wave of white smoke, and a bang shook the old beggar a few steps away.

The old man called Hanako to suffer a loss, but there was no anger, the internal force gathered in the dantian, and traveled all over the meridians of the body, and finally converged on the fingertips. Turned around and jumped up, shouted, the gray robe flew up, three sword shadows flew out, blue, blue, red, gold, white, and the five-colored true qi turned into five sword shadows and fell, whistling towards the empty Xuan Zen master.

The old Zen master's face was full of grimness, and he took another breath of true qi against the valve, and when the five sword shadows flew in front of him, he also shouted and stepped forward to pick it up. I didn't want the sword qi to enter my body, my face turned pale, I suddenly lost blood, the corners of my mouth twitched, and my eyebrows trembled. The sword qi came out of his body, and the old Zen master raised his head to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, retreated again and again, and slowly fell to the ground against the wall.

The old beggar was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly stepped forward to help the Zen master up, put his fingers on the meridians of his wrist, and slowly injected true qi to heal the Zen master's wounds. After a long time, Zen Master Kongxuan's face improved slightly, and gradually became rosy.

The beggar then helped him up, sat on the bed, took two steps back and bowed and bowed: "It was a martial arts competition, but the point is up, but the younger generation failed to grasp the proportions and hurt the Zen master, and I hope the Zen master will forgive me." ”

Zen Master Kongxuan was also generous, waved his hand again and again and said with a smile: "The snow donor doesn't need to blame himself. The old man's skills are not as good as others, and he deserves to suffer from this. It's better to be ashamed, it's better to be ashamed. The beggar saw that Zen Master Kongxuan was no longer in trouble, so he also sat aside and said, "Zen Master is proficient in Buddhism and Zen Gong, and he is a high-ranking monk who helps the world. Naturally, I don't care about martial arts. But even so, the Zen master's robe divine skills, Vajra Dragon and Tiger Palm and Prajna Immovable Jinshan Gong are all rare in the world, and they have reached the peak. ”

"The monks don't speak, and the old man knows that even if he cultivates for more than ten years, he is not the opponent of the lonely man in the snow. The donor's eyes are crippled, but this hand is already perfect for hearing and distinguishing the position, and it is no different from a clear-eyed person. Moreover, everyone in the world knows that the wind and snow lonely sword snow guest is famous for his sword skills, and now the old man is a sound body, and with his good fist and snow donor moves, it has taken advantage, even so, still can not shake the snow donor in the slightest, which shows that your martial arts are already superb, the first in the world. ”

"No. 1 in the world? Could it be that this old man is actually the No. 1 master in the world? If I can become his apprentice, wouldn't I be able to do his best to pass on the true heritage, even if I can't be the No. 1 in the world, even if I am the No. 2 in the world, I will definitely be famous all over the world!" Shen Cuttlefish thought about it, the more excited he became, and he couldn't wait to rush into the house immediately and kowtow to learn the art.

Dao Xueke stroked his beard and smiled: "My eyes are blind, it may not be bad." but it made me see many things. Saying that it is the first in the world is just a floating name. If I had a choice, I would rather give up this martial arts and get back what I should have. ”

Zen Master Kong Xuan stood up and said slowly: "More than thirty years ago, the abbot of Fulong Temple, Lao Gao's senior brother Kong Wu, led the crowd to the Yiye Sword Gate Kung Fu Martial Arts Conference, but unfortunately died under the sword of the evil demon You Jinwen. Before he died, the senior brother was still thinking about transforming him, but it was a pity that he ...... The senior brother passed away, and the monks elected Lao Ke as the new host, but Lao Ge did not want to be involved in the affairs of the rivers and lakes anymore, so he hid in this White Horse Temple. No, it's been more than 30 years in the blink of an eye. ”