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The heroes of the rivers and lakes gathered together because of the battle to exterminate the demons drank and ate meat here, chatting about the world. The atmosphere was very warm.

On the Shaolin Mountain opposite the Junji Peak, the Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old temple that is famous in the rivers and lakes, is rarely silent.

In the abbot's room, sandalwood is faint.

A low, soft, but compassionate voice sounded faintly:

"The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. ”

One monk, one monk,

Two old figures sat opposite each other in the sandalwood smoke.

It is the Shaolin prescription that the martial arts are empty.

Chong Xuan was silent for a while, his eyes stared at the depths of Junji Peak, and he said slowly: "Abbot, are you worried about the national teacher Du Taibai?"

Fang Zheng sighed lightly and nodded: "Brother Dao, you have a good eye, what do you think of the national teacher?"

Chong Xuan was silent for a while. His eyes were tightly closed, and after a while, he opened his eyes, but his deep eyes palpitated slightly, and two essences flashed in the green smoke:

"I can't see through it, every move of the national teacher seems to be very mysterious.

said that he was right, but he did his best, and even subdued heroes like Zuo Lengchan, and wanted to set off a martial arts war.

said that he was evil, but he redressed the grievances and set strict laws, and presided over justice for Wulin.

It is ridiculous to say that he is resourceful, and that the laws he makes are rudimentary.

said that he was mediocre and incompetent, but he started from scratch and then became powerful.

The national teacher is unfathomable and acts paradoxically, whether he is right or evil, and what his intentions are, it is impossible to guess. ”

Fang Zheng's gaze gradually became solemn, and he let out a long sigh:

After Zhou Gong was afraid of the rumors, Wang Mang was humble and did not usurp the time. Xiang Xiang died at the beginning, and who knows the truth of his life. ”

Chong Xuan heard the voice of the evidence, and after being silent for a long time, he slowly persuaded: "Bai Letian's poem exhausts the current situation of the national teacher, but I don't know ...... Alas, 10,000 troops are entrenched in Songshan, and Poor Dao is really worried that the national teacher is not good for Shaolin, abbot, you have to prepare early. ”

Fang Zheng pondered for a moment, and seemed to have a decision in his heart: "Do your best, let it be the destiny of heaven." ”

"That's all there is to it. ”

Chong Xuan knew that Fang Zheng was afraid of the power of the national teacher, and shook his head, and suddenly he seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up, and he said: "By the way, abbot, what do you think of Ling Hu Chong?"

Linghu Chong?

Fang Zheng's mind instantly crossed the figure of a young swordsman, he nodded secretly, and smiled softly: "The old man has a very good opinion of him, what about you, Dao brother?"

Chong Xuan thought for a moment, and then stroked his palms and smiled: "After the martial arts competition this morning, I had a detailed discussion with him, and the national teacher said it well, Ling Hu Chong's martial arts are extremely high, and his character is rare in the world, and he is a young hero." ”

Fang Zheng felt slightly relieved when he heard this, nodded and said: "The national teacher can lead a young hero like Hu Chong to be a henchman, and I think he is also mostly oriented to the right path. ”

"I hope so, but if there is a conflict with the national teacher, Ling Hu Chong should be a key person. ”

A slight click in Chong Xu's words has already paid attention to Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng thinks so.

"Tuk Tuk ......"

Outside the abbot's room, there was a sudden sound of tapping, and then a small novice called softly:

"Abbot, the national teacher asks to see you. ”

Chong Xuan and Fang Zheng glanced at each other, and both looked shocked.

What is the purpose of the national teacher in Shaolin?

At this time, Chongxu Daoist asked:

"Is the national teacher here alone?"

"No, the national teacher still has a young disciple of the Huashan faction. ”

Hearing Xiao Shami's reply, Chong Xuan and Fang Zheng both breathed a sigh of relief.

Fang Zheng paused for a moment and said slowly:

"Got it, you go down. ”

After Chong Xu heard the sound of Xiao Shami's departure, his expression became solemn again:

"It's time to come. ”

Fang Zheng also sighed, slowly stood up, and said to his old friend beside him:

"Brother Dao, do you want to go with Lao Wei to meet the national teacher?"

"Hahahaha, Shaolin is in trouble, how can Wudang stand by and watch. ”

Chong Hao let out a long laugh and kept up with Fang Zheng's pace.

Outside the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Du Bai was not wearing an official uniform, but a plain gauze white dress.

Ling Hu Chong was dressed in a Tsing Yi samurai suit, carrying a delicate book basket on his back, and followed closely behind Du Bai.

The two of them look like the children of a rich family, and they are enjoying the mountains and rivers with their bodyguards.

Fang Zheng knew that the national teacher was coming, and he didn't dare to slack off. He Chongxu greeted him outside the mountain gate. After greeting Du Bai, he led them to the abbot's room.

As soon as Du Bai entered the meditation room, before he could explain his intentions, he let Linghu rush out:

"Linghu Chong, bring me the gift I prepared. ”

Ling Hu Chong took the book basket from behind him, took out a plate, walked to Fang Zheng, and bowed down to offer it.

Fang Zheng didn't know for a while, so he didn't understand why Du Bai wanted to give gifts as soon as they met.

But when his gaze moved to Ling Hu Chong's plate, he couldn't take it off anymore.

On the plate is a delicate gold box in the shape of a small golden pagoda and a hand-copied ancient scripture.

The cover of the ancient scriptures is written in Sanskrit, which proves that the words in it are recognized. I couldn't help but feel a burst of ecstasy in my heart.

This sutra is the original Sanskrit "Diamond Sutra".

Fang Zheng studied Buddhism intensively and had more knowledge of the Diamond Sutra, but what he read in Shaolin Temple was the Chinese translation of the Eastern Jin Dynasty monk Kumaroshi, which was quite difficult to understand.

Fang Zheng's lifelong wish is to see the original Sanskrit Diamond Sutra and confirm his Dharma cultivation.

It's just that Tianzhu is thousands of miles away, and the Sanskrit text of the Diamond Sutra was originally nowhere to be found in the Central Plains.

When Fang Zheng saw Du Bai's gift at this moment, his heart was really happy, he bowed down and thanked Du Bai: "Amitabha, the old man has obtained this treasure scripture, and he is immeasurably grateful!"

Du Bai smiled lightly, his eyes flickered, looking unfathomable, he waved his hand slightly, and shook his head:

"Fang Zheng, the Buddha treasure is close in front of you, why do you turn a blind eye?"

Fang Zheng was stunned for a moment, looked at the scriptures in his hand, and felt strange in his heart, the Buddha treasure is obviously in his hand, why does the national teacher say that I turn a blind eye?

Ling Hu Chong presented the plate in front of Fang Zheng's eyes at this time.

A strange fragrance that penetrated into the heart came out of the golden pagoda.

Fang Zheng sniffed it lightly, only to feel that the calm inner breath in his body was about to move, and the Buddha was illuminated by the Buddha's light, and became extremely warm.

Such a miraculous thing has never been encountered in Fang Zheng's life.

His expression changed in shock, and he asked in surprise:

"This is Ho Buddha Bao. ”

Du Bai smiled faintly and said four words:

"Buddha bone relics. ”

"Ah......h

Fang Zhengchong was shocked and moved, especially Fang Zheng, his heart was extremely excited, his hands trembled, and he took the golden pagoda from Ling Hu Chong's hand. With an extremely devout Buddha heart, he gently opened the golden pagoda.

Quietly placed in the inside of a delicate and transparent golden relic, such as the size of a pearl, shaped like a round wheel, hard as a diamond, crystal bright, faintly visible lotus pattern, it seems extremely sacred.

Fang Zheng's expression changed greatly, and he suddenly lost his mind, and blurted out a verse:

"To win the vajra, to break the vajra body, not willing to be compassionate, relics are still distributed. ”

Du Bai clasped his hands together, and also recited a Buddha name: "Abbot, this relic comes from Tianzhu, and according to legend, it is an indestructible and indestructible Buddhist holy relic born when the Buddha was cremated." ”

"The bone relics are white!

Hair relics black!

Meat relics are red!

Only the Buddha relics have five colors, and the changes of supernatural powers are not damaged by all things!"

Fang Zheng chanted the Buddhist scriptures, recited the origin of the Buddha's bone relics, he used Shaolin internal strength to breathe for a moment, slowly calmed the surging mood, and then asked again: "National teacher, you give the supreme treasure of Buddhism, I don't know what to order, do you want the old man to do it?"