Ten miles away from Kyoto, there is a beautiful hill, in September, which belongs to the three autumns, it is the time when the maple leaves are the reddest, and the mountains are full of flames. There is a small blue brick temple on the top of the mountain, more than ten monks, and a truly respected old host. On the hill behind the temple, a winding path leads to the depths of the maple forest as far as the eye can see, and there is a pavilion at the end of the path, with a stone table and two stone benches, plus the endless maple trees around, this pavilion is also a very elegant and quiet place in the bustling metropolis.

On the stone table, two cups of light tea are bubbling with fragrance, on one side is the old host of the temple, who has the appearance of a monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and on the other side is a young man of about twenty, who is not a child of a rich family from the perspective of clothing, and even a little old, but very clean and simple. The appearance of the young man can only be regarded as ordinary, thin but with a kind of calmness that is different from ordinary people, his eyes are like a crescent moon, and the corners of his mouth always have a gentle smile that adds an indescribable charm to him. At this time, the young man's eyes were focused on a thick Bible in his hand. The young man took a sip of tea and soup while reading a book

"Old monk, this pure dragon well before the rain is usually regarded as a treasure, why is it suddenly so generous this time" The young man said very casually

"The right time, the right place, the right person, this is the most suitable time to taste tea, the old monk is old, if that day really sleep and leave this good thing, it would be a pity" The old abbot laughed

In the eyes of young people, this old abbot is one of the few real monks now, indifferent to fame and fortune, and has no desires.

"People come and go to sit on a bench, and ask the donor if he needs to tell the hexagram, it turned out to be a pseudo-Taoist!

Marrying a wife and having children is happy, why is Mr. Wu hairless, he is really a monk!" Han Tongwen opened his mouth and said a couplet

"What about the horizontal batch," the old abbot asked with a smile

"High-tech (salary) career!" Han Tongwen laughed after speaking, revealing two pointed tiger teeth, and his not very handsome face looked like a different kind of charm.

"Now monks, masters, hosts, and abbots have basically become a profession, and it is a high-paying profession, and you still need a high degree of education to be a monk, and I don't know how much the master's annual salary is."

"The world is declining, and the annual salary is still some, more than ten acres of square fields, and all the products are the annual salaries of old monks and temple monks!"

"When you are dying, tell me in advance what treasures you have, and I will let you go to see the Buddha without regrets" The young man was also quite funny

"The old monk has lived ninety or three, and he has seen countless young people, and you are the most unusual among them. "The young man is indeed as the host said, at the age of twenty, he is in the prime of his life, but he has no scholarly spirit, and he scolds Fang Xuan's vitality, but there is an old age that has seen through the red dust.

"I admit that I am very different, but you are also very different compared to those masters who chant sutras and chant Buddha in front of people, and eat meat and drink wine later, so we can become friends between the two of us," the young man replied without raising his head

"You shouldn't be friends with the old monk, the old monk is a person who has turned into an outsider, it's not good to stay with the old monk for a long time, if you will have the idea of becoming a monk in the future, remember to find the old monk to shave"

This young man often came to this temple, every time he read in this pavilion, and each time he read something different, sometimes it was the Tao Te Ching, sometimes it was the Bible, sometimes he also asked the old abbot to borrow some obscure Buddhist scriptures, and he sat in the pavilion until dark from dawn, and occasionally there were amazing words that made the old abbot admire the wisdom of the young man.

"You don't believe in Buddhism but read Buddhist scriptures, don't believe in Taoism but look at Taoism, don't believe in Western religion but read the Bible, why is that?"

The young man seemed to be thinking, but his eyes still stopped on the page, "I don't know, maybe I've experienced too much sadness, so I like these things that represent good thoughts, don't you think this thing is very lacking in the world of deceitful paper and drunkenness?"

"So why don't you do something? You should have the ability."

"I'm just a young man, what can I do" The young man laughed at himself and seemed to be a little disdainful

"Alas!" the old abbot sighed, "Twenty-year-old ancient martial arts genius, familiar with all the ancient martial arts that exist today, defeated the world's first-class powerhouse, ghost man Han Tongwen"

The young man closed the Bible and his eyes did not change, "It's been four years, it seems that they have finally found you, sorry master, it affected your quiet life"

"I should have said I'm sorry," the old abbot said in a low voice

Han Tong wanted to ask why he said sorry, but suddenly felt a sharp colic pain in the five years, looked at the old monk and sighed, and said, "It's a pity that this is good tea!" picked up the teacup and drank it all.

The figures in the maple forest jumped, and four old men who could not see their age appeared around the pavilion, and the old abbot sighed and folded his hands and closed his eyes to chant the scriptures, no longer paying attention to foreign objects.

Han Tongwen got up, holding the Bible in his right arm, and looked at the four of them with a flat face

"The Four Heavenly Kings, who are known as the strongest in the ancient martial arts world today, have all appeared to take my life?"

"You have drunk the Soul Scatter, you don't need me to do it, you will be scattered in an hour," an old man looked at him

Han Tongwen felt that his soul seemed to be being stripped away, and his sharp eyes made the Four Heavenly Kings take a step back, "The Four Heavenly Kings, but Er'er"

After Han Tongwen finished speaking, he walked to the winding path without hurrying with the Bible, and the four of them did not dare to stop him, Han Tongwen, the most demonic genius in the history of the ancient martial arts world in China, subverted the history of the ancient martial arts world, and at the age of twenty, he was born in four battles, and defeated the four heavenly kings who were known as the strongest in the ancient martial arts world at that time.

"Why isn't he dead yet!" said an old man with a frown

"It's been two hours, isn't the legendary Soul Scattering as powerful as it is rumored?"

Han Tongwen sandwiched the "Bible" with weak footsteps, unconsciously and slowly deviated from the winding path, stepping on the fiery red maple leaves, as if in the boundless sea of fire, recalling this short but glorious life.

A fire at the beginning of term, the family that would have been very beautiful was destroyed in Zhurong, and only he was rescued by a sloppy old man and raised by his side. At the age of four, he had an adventure on a rainy night, and purple light fell on him, and since then he has begun his extraordinary life. Like all novel plots, the sloppy old man was one of the pinnacle powerhouses in the ancient martial arts world at that time, teaching him preach, poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and ancient martial arts. Han Tongwen's talent also made the veteran staggered, no matter how complicated the ancient martial arts were, they would reach their peak in a short period of time. Perhaps fate is destined to be lonely for a lifetime, when he was ten years old, his only relative Lao Dao also sat down, began to wander at the age of ten, was adopted by a lonely old woman and sent to the school, outstanding results, fifteen-year-old old woman died, Han Tongwen gave up the opportunity to be funded by the teacher and dropped out of school, at the age of sixteen he met his only friend, the old host of the temple, the two regarded each other as a year-old friend, in the same year because of the mistake with people involved in the ancient martial arts world, since then began a short legendary journey, a year to defeat the Four Heavenly Kings, during which the world-shattering martial arts talent is fully displayed, no matter how difficult martial arts are in Han Tongwen's view, it is extremely simple, known as the ghost man of the world。

Han Tongwen's twenty years may seem unfortunate to others, he lost his parents at a young age, his teacher died at the age of ten, a kind old woman who regarded him as his own died at the age of fifteen, twenty years of loneliness, and in twenty years, except for the old abbot, his alternative personality never allowed him to have a friend. However, Han Tongwen is very optimistic, he always thinks that his life has been favored by God, he was rescued by Lao Dao in the fire, and he was adopted by an old woman when he was wandering, although he has never suffered any hardships. The body became more and more bumpy, and gradually he was unable to support his already thin body.

"But lucky or not, none of this has anything to do with me" Han Tongwen looked at the sky and smiled with difficulty, twenty years of loneliness are finally about to be freed

"Do you hate the old host?" Han Tongwen felt no

"I hope that my relatives will not leave me too soon in the next life!" this was Han Tongwen's last expectation

"This sky is so blue, this maple forest is so beautiful" Han Tongwen took one last look at the heaven and earth where he was staying, and then closed his eyes forever, with a strange smile, and a copy of the Bible in his right arm, extremely holy. The breeze rose, and the fiery red maple leaves gradually buried Han Tongwen's body, as if buried in a sea of fire!

"Whew" watched from afar, and the Four Heavenly Kings breathed a sigh of relief, "dead"

"What about the old monk?"

"Dead, Suicide"

"Alas, let the monks in the temple go, and give them some money to get out of here!"