Songshan

One of the towering five mountains, steep and strange, countless, and Huashan, Hengshan, Mount Tai, Hengshan four mountains side by side, run through the top and bottom, connect the east and west, is the mountain of the town vein.

Shaolin

The legend originated from Bodhidharma, spread for thousands of years, suffered from war, but still standing, firmly occupy the position of the martial arts Taishan Beidou, the master of the door doubled, the martial arts are countless, the most prestigious is one of the seventy-two stunts, although a lot of lost, but preserved, is still the first-class practice cheats of today's rivers and lakes.

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Together, the two are Songshan Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple.

The vermilion temple wall stretches, the cyan stone staircase extends to the foot of the mountain, the pine forest is turbulent, the ancient trees are in groups, covering the sky and the sun, the huge temple door is closed, and there are two stone lions guarding the door.

You can vaguely see the towering pagoda in the temple, as well as the glazed tile roof that shimmers with dazzling luster, the swirling green smoke, and even the air has a little sandalwood smell.

The stretch of mountain road shuttles through the forest sea, like a cyan satin, looking at it from afar, it is not real, leaving only an empty piece, against the background of the blue sky, like a little ink mark on the white paper, bringing the kind of breadth that penetrates into the soul out of thin air.

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The Shaolin Temple closed the mountain gate 20 years ago, returning the purity of this mountain wilderness.

Half a month later, a carriage stopped in the town at the foot of the mountain, and a man and woman dressed as husband and wife got out of the carriage and snuggled up to the only inn in the town.

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It was originally only half a month's journey from Beijing to Songshan, but it took them almost a month to travel all the way.

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In the dead of night, strange sounds echoed in the room, low gasps, seductive suppressed moans, converging into the most primitive moon song.

Eat the marrow and know the taste, dry firewood and fire, Lang is a concubine, and the husband sings with the wife.

Zhang Zheng, who has been suppressed for decades, even if his Dao heart is as solid as a rock, in the gentle countryside, it has melted for a moment. And Yanagi Yukihime, a new wife, knows that the separation is imminent, and caters to it in every way, the two of them blend in fish and water, and sing every night.

However, in the past half a month, he was surprised to find that his internal strength had inadvertently improved, and Xue Ji was also average.

A loss may turn out to be a gain.

This is the mystery of cultivation, often from a different angle, you can get better results, secretly in line with the Buddhist revelation, a leaf blind to see Mount Tai.

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After all, the entangled people still fell asleep, until the next day, the sun rose, the glow entered the windowsill, and the sleeping Xue Ji woke up, feeling the warm body wrapped around herself, she couldn't help blushing, and her nose let out a soft squeamish, she raised her head, just to a pair of ice eyes.

Zhang Zheng stroked her hair and said softly, "Awake?"

"Hmm," Yukihime nodded.

"Then get up, we'll go to the Shaolin Temple later. ”

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There was a sound of gargling, and when the door opened, the clothes on the two of them had been cleaned up, and he took Xue Ji's waist and walked out of the inn.

Along the blue stone staircase, winding along the mountainside, the cool morning breeze blows on your face, bringing up pieces of fallen leaves. also blew her hair up.

The human elves are nothing more than that.

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He raised his head, and his sharp gaze seemed to penetrate the space, seeing the red temple walls, the towering pagodas, the green smoke, and the refreshing fragrance.

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"Let's go. Taking her hand, the two faced the morning sun and walked towards this ancient temple.

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"Bell"

"Bell"

"Bell"

The morning bell rang three times, and the sound of chanting floated down from the mountain, at this time, it should be the time for Shaolin disciples to do morning classes.

Luohan Hall

Forty or fifty strong, full of blood and warrior monks sat quietly on the futon, all closed their eyes and were silent, in front of these warrior monks, there was a white-bearded old monk who was explaining the dragon claw hand in the seventy-two stunts.

"Strength runs through the whole body, converging in the palm of the hand. ”

"Qi travels through the meridians, passes through yin and yang**, and goes to the Ren meridians. ”

"Qi is the first force, and with the help of qi, you can open the golden stone. ”

"Cultivation is the most important thing in the heart, and only when the state of mind is thorough, can you feel as you like. ”

The old monk spoke very thoroughly, and the subtle entrance of the dragon claw hand was eloquently spoken in his mouth, and the warrior monks under the seat listened to it as if they were fascinated and fascinated.

After a while, Li Kong, who was intoxicated with martial arts, suddenly closed his mouth, his heart beating wildly, no matter how many Heart Sutras he silently recited in his heart, but it was useless.

"The first seat, why don't you say it. The disciple at the front wondered.

He sighed in an empty sigh, made the Buddha name with both hands, and said: "That's all for today's martial arts, you still need to practice more Buddhism, self-cultivation is just a means, and only by cultivating the mind can you purify sentient beings and survive the sea of suffering." After saying that, he left from the Luohan Hall.

The old monk vaguely felt that something was going to happen, but he couldn't think of it, so he only said that his state of mind was not cultivated enough, and he became enamored, so he went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to light candles and worship the Buddha and repent of his sins.

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The mountain road is tortuous and difficult, long and steep, which is not a small test for ordinary people, and it is even more difficult to walk with few people walking and moss everywhere.

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"Whirring" mountain wind whistling, a figure flying between the mountains, a leap is ten zhang high, the strange peak is steep, such as walking on the ground, there are such ghosts and light skills in the world, there are only a handful, but Zhang Zheng is one of them.

One hand stopped Xue Ji's willow waist, and the other hand waved the robe, and the internal force flowed, as if walking against the wind.

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The figure of "Huhu" landed steadily in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, and with a flick of his fingers, the internal force hit the copper ring, buzzing.

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After a while, the mountain gate was opened, and the two little novices came out with their hands together and said: "Shaolin Temple does not accept pilgrims, please go back to the two donors." ”

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"Go back?" Zhang Zheng frowned and chuckled: "Come from afar, if you can't even see the Buddha, then what am I going to do?"

"Donor, please come back. Little Shami was unmoved.

"Giggles" Xue Ji covered his mouth and laughed, he glared at her angrily, and then said to the little novice: "How did you report to the old monk, just say that the old friend Zhang Zheng came to visit." ”

When the little novice heard that he had come to find Kong, the two whispered to each other, and then a little monk ran in, while the other stood guard at the gate of the mountain.

"Sir, you haven't told Yukihime what you're doing here. Yukihime whispered.

He replied: "For a gambling contract, the old monk lost the contest with me, so he promised to let me stay in the library for three days. ”

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"Why the joust?" asked Yukihime as she continued.

Zhang Zheng: "......"

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After a while, the old monk came out and looked at him with surprise and doubt in his eyes.

"Old monk, what kind of eyes are you?" Zhang Zheng said in a deep voice.

Likong hurriedly explained: "The poor monk came in and was restless, thinking that it was not enough to cultivate, but he didn't think that the benefactor was coming. The old monk said again: "I don't see half of the demonic energy around the donor, but I haven't cultivated the magic sword. ”

"Not really. Zhang Zheng smiled and said: "Old monk, what does it matter to you whether I practice the magic sword or not?"

"The poor monk is just afraid that the donor will strayed into the devil's path. ”

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"What are you worried about. He said to the void: "I am the one who fulfilled the bet, old monk, you will not regret it." ”

He shook his head and hurriedly said, "Naturally not, the donor will come with me." It's just that this female dependent, Shaolin is the land of Buddhism, and there are many inconveniences in it. ”

"All beings before the Buddha are equal, and there is no distinction between men and women. Zhang Zheng said again: "Besides, she is my wife, and I don't feel at ease if she is alone outside." ”

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The old monk was very helpless, and only agreed after a while, and took Zhang Zhengxue and Ji into the mountain gate.

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Everything is in the plan, an invisible killing machine looms over the rivers and lakes, and the final decisive battle planned by him is implemented step by step.

What was once a hunter became a prey.

And Zhang Zheng is the real hunter.