The majestic and continuous Zhongyue Song Mountain, which lies in the hinterland of Henan, has not changed much for thousands of years. In the Tang Dynasty, Du Mu once had a poem: Songshan is ten thousand feet high, and Luoshui flows for thousands of years. Don't ask about the past, the heavens and the earth are empty - that's what I said.

During the Jiatai period of the Southern Song Dynasty, the world was still in dispute, and the Great Song Dynasty was extremely weak, and lost the flowers and rivers in the north to the Jin people, and the Songshan area was already the territory of the Jin State. Fortunately, the mountains here are high and deep, and the Jin people can't intrude here for the time being, and the mountains are still a peaceful scene, but I don't know how long such peaceful years can last.

Songshan Mountain is divided into two parts, the east is called Taimur Mountain, the west is called Shaomur Mountain, and the two mountains each have 36 peaks. In the depths of the dense forest at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, there is a temple called Shaolin Temple, the temple is backed by the five milk peaks, surrounded by mountains, the peaks and peaks are connected, and the scattered are caused, forming a natural barrier.

The name of Shaolin Temple is not small, it has the name of "Zen ancestral court, the first temple in the world", it is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism in Han Buddhism in China; It's just that in recent years, the Shaolin Temple has closed the mountain and closed the temple, and its reputation is not obvious, so the warriors who come here to climb the mountain and worship the temple are gradually decreasing.

On this day, on the mountain road of Shaomuro Mountain, which had been deserted for a long time, two people rushed to the depths of the mountain forest. The two of them didn't know how to run, but there was a distance between their steps, and they obviously had a good light skill.

Although the two people are close to each other, their clothes and appearances are very different: the older one is dressed as a Taoist priest, who looks to be in his sixties, and although he is wearing a blue Taoist robe, although it is a little shabby, it is also very clean, and there is no color of wind and dust. The old Taoist priest is tall, with a long sword on his back, and a whisk in his hand, which is quite elegant, and his face is ruddy, and his white beard is even more extraordinary.

Immediately behind the Taoist priest was a man in his thirties, who looked a little embarrassed compared to the Taoist priest's immortal wind bones. This man has both ears and a wide nose, his appearance is really average, and a set of brown power clothes on his body is also loosely worn, not only a little tattered, but also with oil stains and dirt sticking to the cuffs on his chest.

What's even more strange is that this sloppy man is still holding a full-moon baby in his arms, and I don't know where it came from. From time to time, the man stroked the baby's cheeks, pinched his nose, picked his ears, and occasionally made a few grimaces to coax him. It's just that this man was already ugly, and the grimace he made was even more terrifying, but fortunately, the baby was not afraid of him, turned his little black eyes, and kept looking around.

Shaomu Mountain is quite steep, but the mountain road is a long row of wide stone steps, the scale is magnificent, the project is really not small, that is the Tang Dynasty Gaozong for the Shaolin Temple and excavated, a total of eight miles long. The Taoist priest and the man climbed the ladder, and it was a bit monotonous after a long time.

"Senior brother, the Shaolin Temple is almost here, I can't bear it. "The sloppy man is obviously not as skilled as the Taoist priest, and he is already a little tired from traveling all the way.

"I think it's almost there, Brother Wei only came here many years ago, and now I can't remember it clearly. If you are bored, just look at the scenery around here, which is also very good for your self-cultivation. "The old Taoist priest is immortal, and his speech is also light and light.

The sloppy man pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "The scenery here is good, but there is no change along the way, what's the point of looking at it." Senior brother, didn't you say that you were going to take me to Dali, why did you come to this deep mountain and old forest to see the monk coming. ”

The old Taoist priest showed a look of remembrance on his face, and said in a low voice: "Shaolin Temple is the Taishan Beidou of martial arts, and there are countless masters in the temple. We came here this time to find an old friend. ”

The sloppy man was a little disdainful of the prestige of the so-called Shaolin Temple: "What Taishan Beidou, now the number one faction in the martial arts is not our Quanzhen Sect; said that there are countless masters, and the number one in the world is not you, senior brother! If there are really capable people in the temple, then when Huashan discusses the sword, how can not a single monk participate? It's not that they are not sure of themselves, for fear of falling into the prestige of their ancestors, so they simply don't go!"

"Berton, Hugh is talking nonsense!" the old Taoist priest shouted angrily, and the sloppy man's neck shrunk, not daring to speak anymore.

It turned out that these two people were actually members of the Quanzhen Sect, and the old Taoist priest was the founder of the Quanzhen Sect, the "No. 1 master in the world" -- Wang Chongyang! and the other sloppy man was Wang Chongyang's junior brother -- Zhou Botong.

Wang Chongyang was afraid that Zhou Botong would talk nonsense after going up the mountain, so he patiently explained: "Shaolin Temple has been established in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and later Dharma crossed to the east and passed down many miraculous skills. After the inheritance and development of countless monks, Shaolin Temple has a great reputation. The accumulation of hundreds of years alone is not comparable to us. ”

Zhou Botong said: "That's just that they built it hundreds of years ago! After a few hundred years, my Quanzhen Sect is also a hundred years old, maybe the Shaolin Temple is no longer there at that time!"

Wang Chongyang swept the dust in his hand angrily, and hit the top of Zhou Botong's head. The dust tail was originally made of weak horsehair, but under the blessing of Wang Chongyang's internal force, it was as hard as a stick, and Zhou Botong screamed in pain.

Wang Chongyang said: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, go back to Zhongnan Mountain!"

Zhou Botong likes to have fun the most, how can he want to return to the boring mountain gate, he can only beg for mercy: "Senior brother, I know my mistakes, I know my mistakes, I don't dare to talk nonsense anymore, you don't want to punish me!"

Wang Chongyang sighed and said: "It's not that I want to punish you, it's just that you don't know the height of the sky! There is a secret book called 'Yijin Sutra' in Shaolin, which is the treasure of their town temple, and the magic is only between the two of them; you know that Emperor Duan's one-yang finger is powerful, but there is a finger of Zen and a phaseless ring in this temple, which are probably not under one yang finger; Hong Qigong's eighteen palms of dragon descent are fierce and unparalleled, but there are Donkey Kong palms and Panruo palms in the temple. You say Shaolin is not powerful!"

Zhou Botong's eyes widened, and he was surprised: "There are so many cheats, that, that, why haven't they made a name for themselves over the years?"

"Alas, more than ten years ago, Shaolin suffered a great change, and there were many deaths and injuries among the masters in the temple. Moreover, Songshan is now the land of golden people, and Shaolin has no choice but to close the temple. Speaking of this, Wang Chongyang couldn't help but feel a little resentful. He has been working hard for the anti-gold cause all his life, but now that the years have passed, he is still doing nothing, and the Great Song Dynasty has even lost the hinterland of the Central Plains for decades.

Zhou Botong saw that his senior brother's face was heavy, and he also knew that he was depressed in his heart, so he didn't dare to speak anymore.

The two walked for a while, and suddenly heard a rumbling sound, only to see five waterfalls on the opposite mountain flying beads splashing jade, rushing down, and then looking down at the mountains, already like ant leeches. Turning a corner along the mountain road, I saw the yellow wall and blue tiles in the distance, and it was a big temple.

Zhou Botong was a little excited when he saw the temple and said. "Senior brother, we're here! Hurry into the temple and have a good competition with those masters!"

Wang Chongyang knew that this junior brother was obsessed with martial arts, so he didn't care, and said: "The senior monks in the temple have practiced martial arts for decades, and they may not be as good as the five uniques, but you are invincible." And the old man we are going to visit today, even I am not sure that he will be able to overcome him!"

Zhou Botong was even more surprised, he naturally knew that Wang Chongyang had an easy-going personality, but he was extremely confident in martial arts, and his words were definitely not untargeted: "Is there still such a master in this temple?

Wang Chongyang sighed: "The Nine Yin True Scripture has been born for many years, and there are countless masters who have participated in the competition, and there is no shortage of masters who have died for it. He also fought for the scriptures back then, but was later besieged and seriously injured, and had no choice but to live in seclusion in the Shaolin Temple. Over the years, he has studied martial arts and Buddhism, and he may have looked down on the scriptures. ”

"There's such a thing, senior brother, why have you never told me?" Zhou Botong was also very interested in these martial arts anecdotes.

"Why are you talking about this, who wants to recall the bloody storm of the past! Look at the rivers and lakes today, the highest martial arts are the Five Uniques, but except for me, the four of them are only in their forties, which is already young. You must know that people who practice martial arts, the older they are, the more advanced their martial arts are, but where have those martial arts predecessors gone now, and they haven't died on the "Nine Yin True Scripture"!" Speaking of this, Wang Chongyang's face showed a little loneliness, "Now there are few martial arts people who are the same age as me and have similar martial arts, except for this old man in the temple!"

Zhou Bodao: "Isn't there another Lin Chaoying!"

Wang Chongyang's face changed, and he glared at Zhou Botong. Zhou Botong knew that he had said the wrong thing again, so he didn't dare to say more, and lowered his head to fiddle with the little baby in his arms.

At this time, a person recited the Buddhist scriptures from behind the bushes not far away: "Those who are immeasurably righteous are born from one dharma, and those who have one dharma are also non-phase; The Bodhisattva Mahasattva's dwelling in the true state of compassion is true and true to all sentient beings, and in the place where suffering is removed, it is restored to the Dharma and makes all sentient beings happy......

Zhou Botong didn't understand these Buddhist scriptures at all, and couldn't help but look at Wang Chongyang. Wang Chongyang said: "This is the "Immeasurable Righteousness Sutra" in the three Lotus Sutras. Because there are sentient beings, sentient beings have immeasurable afflictions, which is why the Buddha said that there is no measure, and there is no measure of righteousness, and that immeasurable righteousness is born from one dharma, and this dharma is the nature of non-appearance. ”

After Wang Chongyang finished speaking, he couldn't help but think of the person in the tomb of the living dead, didn't the two of them also have immeasurable troubles because of their affection? Zhou Botong was ignorant when he heard it, and only when he came back from Dali and experienced the incident of Yinggu did he understand the meaning of the scriptures.

Then the man in the forest said, "But is the old man here?"

Hearing this, Wang Chongyang came back to his senses from his thoughts, and said to the forest: "Quanzhen Wang Chongyang, I am here to visit my old friend!" As he spoke, Wang Chongyang strode away, and Zhou Botong followed closely behind.