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"The poor monk wants to convene all the senior brothers and brothers in the temple to discuss, I wonder if His Highness plans to continue to visit Shaolin or to rest?" Zhongxin asked.

"I want to go to the Scripture Pavilion to have a look, I don't know if it's okay?" Zhao Hao asked.

Seeing the hesitation in Zhongxin's eyes, Zhao Hao smiled faintly and said, "I don't need to watch martial arts, I just want to read the Buddhist classics." In the scriptures, there is great wisdom. ”

Zhongxin's expression was relieved, and then he thought that with Zhao Hao's current martial arts, Shaolin Seventy-two stunts were indeed no longer eye-catching.

Only martial arts of the level of "Yijin Jing" can make Zhao Hao take a look.

Thinking of this, Zhongxin nodded and said, "The poor monk will take His Highness to the Scripture Pavilion, Your Highness, please come with me." ”

The Scripture Pavilion is located in the back mountain, and when Zhao Hao passed through the back mountain again, he suddenly stopped.

"This is?" Zhao Hao's eyes couldn't hide his shock.

A huge sword mark, from top to bottom, spread wantonly.

Far away, Zhao Hao felt the immortal sword intent in a trance.

Wanton, flamboyant, rebellious, powerful and desperate.

With Zhao Hao's current martial arts, it is not difficult to leave traces on the stone wall, but if you want to leave such a huge sword mark, you need to cultivate for at least twenty years.

Is there such a powerful swordsman in the world?

When Zhao Hao came back to his senses, he found that Zhongxin was looking at him with more complicated eyes.

"What did Your Highness feel?" asked Tadashi.

Zhao Hao closed his eyes, carefully recalled the feelings just now, and muttered: "An immortal sword intent, wanton, flamboyant, rebellious, powerful, it seems to be somewhat familiar." ”

In the end, even Zhao Hao was a little unsure.

Because Zhao Hao had never seen such an outstanding swordsman.

If he had really seen such an excellent swordsman and encountered such a powerful sword intent before, Zhao Hao would never forget it.

However, that sense of familiarity that seems to be there is nothing lingers.

Hearing Zhao Hao's words, Zhongxin's body trembled, and his pupils subconsciously contracted.

"Could it be that Your Highness knows the senior who left this sword mark?" asked Tadashi.

Zhao Hao shook his head and said solemnly: "I have never seen it, and it is hard to imagine how high this senior's martial arts are." In the world, I am afraid that no one is its opponent. ”

"It's not just the world. Faithful smiled bitterly.

"Can the abbot introduce this senior to me?" Zhao Hao asked.

Shaolin Temple is a holy place of martial arts, with endless masters and unfathomable heritage.

And to be able to leave this immortal sword mark in such a powerful Shaolin Temple, and to be so wanton, this kind of style is fascinating.

Speaking of which, this is a history that the temple does not want to recall. At that time, this senior sword asked the world, it was difficult to find a defeat, and finally entered Shaomu Mountain with a sword, and after a big battle, he drifted away, leaving this sword mark. Since then, the temple has been closed to visitors, half of the reason is due to the senior. There was admiration and shame in the tone of faithfulness.

Obviously, that senior's strength was so strong that Shaolin was helpless.

For the Shaolin Temple, this is a shame that is difficult to wash. But for a strong man of this level, you can resent him, but you can't help but admire him.

Zhao Hao heard that the battle in Shaolin Temple was only afraid of losing miserably.

"I don't know the name of this senior?" Zhao Hao asked.

Tadashin hesitated for a moment, but finally shook his head and said, "This temple has not passed down his name, and this senior has never been to Shaomuro Mountain again. ”

Zhao Hao saw that Zhongxin had reservations, but he didn't continue to ask.

Everyone has their own secrets, and this matter is an out-and-out shame for the Shaolin Temple, and it is normal for the faithful not to want to say more.

Zhao Hao had no intention of forcing it.

Just looking at this sword mark and feeling this sword intent again, Zhao Hao was always difficult to calm down.

This kind of wanton and unrestrained martial arts is also what he has been committed to pursuing.

But the enemy in this life is too strong, and Zhao Hao is carrying too many things in this life.

And a real man should not shirk responsibility.

"There will be a chance, and one day, I will also do this, with a sword in hand, and ask the world who is the hero. Zhao Hao clenched his fists.

"Let's go, let's go to the Scripture Pavilion. Zhao Hao said in a deep voice.

The meal should be eaten one bite at a time, and the road should be walked step by step.

Zhao Hao has enough patience.

"Your Highness, this is the Scripture Pavilion. Most of the Buddhist classics are on the first floor, and most of the second floor are martial arts cheats. Coming to the Scripture Pavilion, Faithful introduced.

Zhao Hao nodded and said, "Regardless of whether the matter is successful or not, there is not the slightest conflict between me and the Shaolin Temple." Later, I hope to stay in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a longer period of time, since I was a child, I have read a lot of Taoist scriptures, and I have learned a lot of truths from them. Among the classics, the subtle words contain ~ the wisdom of many sages. This is true of the Taoist scriptures, and I believe that the same is true of the Buddhist scriptures. And in the world, there is no place more suitable for reading Buddhist scriptures than the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. ”

Buddhism and Taoism are both doctrines that have been passed down for thousands of years and will continue to be passed on.

And in this process, countless wise men have devoted themselves to it, contributing to the teachings of Buddhism and Taoism.

In the world, no one dares to say that they have learned the way of Buddhism.

It's hard to imagine how much wisdom is behind this.

What Zhao Hao has to do is to try to make himself more knowledgeable.

This will not bring much improvement to Zhao Hao's strength, but this impact will be continuous and permanent.

The more books you read, the more you feel ignorant.

So, there is no end to learning.

Zhao Hao never just wanted to be a martial artist.

Getting the "Big Dream Heart Sutra" is a turning point in Zhao Hao's life.

And what Zhao Hao has to do is to make himself worthy of this kind of adventure.

The mud can't hold up the wall, and the strength of the gold finger never represents itself.

Zhao Hao has never been lost in this.

This kind of opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

For this, no matter how hard he pays, Zhao Hao is willing.

When the opportunity comes, what you have to do is to hold on tightly ~ to him.

"Your Highness is very human, and the door of Shaolin Temple will always be open for Your Highness. Faithfulness was impressed.

A person, with an enviable background and an amazing talent, is enough to make him stand out.

And if this person still works hard enough, it is really difficult for this kind of person not to succeed.

"The abbot has gone away, and I am waiting for the good news from the abbot. Zhao Hao said.

"The poor monk retired. "Faithfully give the salute and walk out of the scripture pavilion.

Seeing Zhongxin walking out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Zhao Hao smiled faintly.

There are still people in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but as long as they are not sweeping monks, for Zhao Hao, there is no meaning at all.

Soon, Zhao Hao found his goal - "Lengyan Sutra".

Zhao Hao didn't know that the storm he caused had just begun.

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"Abbot, what did you just say His Royal Highness the Crown Prince called?" a red-clothed monk's tone trembled slightly.

"His Royal Highness's name is Zhao Hao. The look on the face of the faithful at this moment is also complex and incomparable.

"What?"

"Zhao Hao?"

"Is it really him?"

"Is this a coincidence? Or is it really that person?"