Chapter 124 Cold sweeps the rivers and lakes and red plums, a monk and a temple are a door

This year's Chinese New Year's Eve was extremely cold, and the proud plum blossoms were destroyed by the cold wind almost overnight.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, the folk call it the Broken Five Festival, which is a good day to eat dumplings.

But for the vast majority of Jianghu sects, this New Year's month is not satisfactory. If you ask why, just look at the seventy-one half-cut corpses at the head of Emperor Wu's city. All of them were cut in half, with ropes hanging from their necks and intestines hanging from their stomachs.

These people include the famous Beiling spear Jun Zhang Zimiao, the head of the Hongtian faction, Ren Hongliu, the heroine Lan Caifeng, who is known as a half-barrel of the country, and the head of the original gate, one of the four small gates! There are also many chivalrous heroes in the world who are unique in martial arts, all of whom died because they refused to hand over their martial arts secrets or handed over fake secret books.

Mao Xiaoshu, who was flying on the waves of the ten-mile Red River, just secretly tore off a page of the secret book and could not escape the killing of Emperor Wu, and when he died on Chinese New Year's Eve, he was thrown below his abdomen on the table with hot dumplings.

For a while, people in the rivers and lakes were panicked.

If in the past, everyone was dissatisfied with Emperor Wu's actions and dared to challenge, but now, even that generation of Emperor Wu is in the realm of returning to the truth, who else in the rivers and lakes has the ability to challenge Emperor Wu?

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In the Gaoliang Temple, it is deserted.

Before the Daxiong Treasure Hall in Qianshan, there were no two or three pilgrims all day long, let alone monks.

There is only one mute monk who is said to have lived to be one hundred and twenty years old, meditating all day long, this monk has not spoken for a long time, and the people say that this monk was very able to speak when he was young, but those who have seen him when he is young are almost dead.

In the huge Gaoliang Temple, there is only one mute monk, a child about ten years old, who has not been shaved. but he wore monk's robes. There is also a stout old man who only cooks, and I don't know what happened to this Gaoliang Temple, the monk suddenly disappeared, and he invited a cook to serve the old and the young.

Where did the people know, since a month ago. On the fifth day of the lunar month, the sky flew full of fire, and more than 100 fires fell into Gaoliang Temple, setting off a small storm.

The monks defeated the Blissful Cultists who had sworn to kill the demons, but they could not kill them, and persuaded them with kind words to get them to put down their butcher knives.

When the ox hears the sound of the harp, it can look up to see where the sound is coming from, and then bow its head to graze. But when this Bliss cultist heard the persuasion of the monks of Gaoliang Temple, he only had to kill even more crazy demons.

As a last resort. The monks had no choice but to leave all the Bliss disciples in the back mountain, and still use the scripture culture to relieve their anger.

Combined with the Bliss cultists who had been imprisoned in previous years, there are now as many as 300. Therefore, an interesting scene appeared, from time to time one or two crippled people jumped up, either desperately, or tried to escape, but were stopped and pressed by the monk in Tsing Yi, not only did not kill. And it doesn't hurt in the slightest. And so on, never get tired of it. The surrounding wooden fish chant sutras, and the Sanskrit sound is curling.

Liu Yun and the three of them obeyed Hu Zhanshan's instructions and came to Gaoliang Temple to help, but found that only Master Sansi and Uncle Pifu and Chu Changsheng were in the temple, and even the abbot of Sanneng went to the back mountain to recite the longitude and the Bliss Sect.

Sanxiao has been drifting on the rivers and lakes for a few years, and he has the deepest relationship with Gaoliang Temple.

Seeing now is just a smile and playing dumb riddles. The master of Sansi, who has stopped talking, is very kind.

The old chivalrous man is the first person to be trusted by Liu Yun and the others after leaving the master, and the person who takes care of them and gives them the most guidance.

The little guy Chu Changsheng grew half a head taller. Listening to the old chivalrous man, Xiao Changsheng is excellent in wisdom and enlightenment, whether he is participating in Zen and enlightenment, or practicing martial arts. Compared with Liu Yun and the others, there is no ambiguity at all.

Liu Yun and the three of them lived in the empty Gaoliang Temple, in addition to cleaning every day, it was to teach Xiao Changsheng martial arts, but after practicing martial arts every day, Xiao Yu always called Xiao Changsheng to another place alone, and asked this child, what did Brother Wentian and Liu Yun teach you today?

If you teach him to throw stones into the manure tank from behind the hut while people are pooping, he will splash the buttocks of the people in the hut. Or dig a big hole in the ground, spread wooden sticks and straw on top to make a harmful trap and the like, Xiao Yu told Xiao Changsheng that she was not allowed to learn this, and then she pulled out the prosperous treasure knife and chased Liu Yun and Wentian for an hour or two. The two of them are not afraid of fighting alone, but Xiaoyu is calm, and the kung fu of sneak attack is definitely too much higher than them.

In a month, two groups of Bliss disciples came to Gaoliang Temple again, and now in this temple, Liu Yun and the three of them can be regarded as hosts, so they naturally entertain all the distinguished guests.

Whenever the Bliss Cultists came, Xiao Changsheng rejoiced. Master Sansi meditated with his eyes closed and did not look back. The old man made a pot of tea, took a bench and sat in the shade, watched Liu Yun and the three of them turn around a few Bliss cultists, let the Bliss cultists scold and scold angrily, the three little ones turned a deaf ear, explained and demonstrated to Xiao Changsheng how to resist the enemy, beat the Bliss disciples for a long time, and then let Xiao Changsheng go up to try his hand.

With the strength of the three small ones now, one person can easily deal with ten or eight Bliss Cultists who do not go to the realm. Below the Emissary of Bliss, there is no threat to them, and it can naturally protect Xiao Changsheng's thoughtfulness.

It was not until the Bliss disciples fainted that they were dragged to the back mountain and handed over to the high monks of the Hui generation. Sometimes, when the teaching is exciting, Liu Yun will carry two Bliss disciples who can't get up to the back mountain to exchange two happy ones with Master Huiwen to carry them to the front mountain.

Since the seventh day of the lunar month last year, Nangong Split Heaven has cleaned most of the rivers and lakes with an iron wrist.

Before subduing those sects that do not agree with his domination of the rivers and lakes, we must first let these people who "support" him honestly work for him. After killing seventy-one masters, as well as the Tieji Temple, the Lingshan faction, the Cangcheng faction, and the Yishi faction all handed over the secret books of their factions, no one dared to speak out against Emperor Wu, and most of the rivers and lakes were silent.

On this day, the Jiaolong King and the seven golden-clothed warriors sent out by Nangong Splitting Heaven went to a small sect to collect half of the lost exercises, and when they saw that the Jiaolong King had not returned for two days, they had an ominous premonition. This Jiaolong King never smiled, let alone cheated, and did not return for two days, so he sent Jia Wudi to find it.

Jia Wudi walked halfway and saw a person sitting on a flat stone in the distance, and the stone was paved in the middle of the road.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a skinny old monk in rags and linen clothes, meditating here.

The old monk is tall, and although he is thin, he still gives people a feeling of toughness. The most striking thing is that the monk has two white eyebrows, about six feet long, which have fallen to the ground at this time.

The big stone on which the old monk sits is the roof of a temple, covered with green tiles, is pressed in the middle of the road.

Jia Wudi walked to the old monk ten zhang away and stopped, but she couldn't feel the breath of the old monk. But with Jia Wudi's return to the true three-foot realm, he could indeed feel the breath of the old monk, the Jiaolong King and others.

Jia Wudi stood in place, staring at the monk who was not moving like a mountain, and asked tentatively: "Master, I can see that I have eight friends, seven of them are golden, and the other one is too tall, and there are two chain hammers buckled around his waist. ”

The old monk still closed his eyes and remained silent.

Jia Wudi frowned.

But I heard the voice from under the old monk, and the sound of the urn was angry. "Emperor Daiwu, I'll wait below, Emperor Daiwu doesn't want to do it, I'll come out after another hour." ”

It's the voice of the Dragon King.

"What are you doing down there?" asked Jia Wudi.

"Emperor Daiwu don't want to ask more, after I come out, I will make it clear to Emperor Daiwu, and I am powerless to say more at this time. Emperor Wu must not do anything with the monks. "Listening to the voice, the Dragon King was really uncomfortable underneath.

Jia Wudi couldn't see through the old monk's skills, and the Dragon King told him not to do anything with the old monk, so he waited quietly for an hour.

An hour later, the old monk opened his eyes and walked down to the top of the temple. Reaching out and clasping the tile edge, the small temple was pulled up from the ground little by little.

It really was a small temple. It is not big, but there are windows and doors, and the plaque on the door has strange words written on it, which is unrecognizable. There is still a Buddha in the temple, there is a futon in front of the Buddha, it seems that the old monk often sits in it to meditate and participate in Zen.

The old monk pulled out the whole small temple made of unknown materials, put it on his back, hunched his waist, and walked forward step by step, like an ant carrying a snail shell.

passed by Jia Wudi, but he didn't look at Jia Wudi with a suspicious face.

When the old monk disappeared into the distance, the invisible pressure on the Jiaolong King and the others suddenly disappeared, and then he crawled out of the ground and looked in the direction where the old monk disappeared with a frightened face.

Only then did everyone explain to Emperor Daiwu that on the way back, when they saw that the old monk was strange, someone went up to trouble the old monk and had to intercept him to play a trick. The more everyone resisted, the more the temple sank, until the entire temple was pressed to the ground, and the old monk was even more invisible with his true qi, which made everyone breathless. The monk said that it would only be counted as punishment for one day and one night.

Jia Wudi asked, do you know who this monk is?

Everyone said that the old monk claimed to be from the Western Regions Tantric Buddhism, a monk named Baochan Monk, an ascetic, and he was the only one in the door. (To be continued.) )