The sky gradually brightened, and the morning light sprinkled on the earth, splashing on a faint golden light. In Lujiazhuang, Guo Jing and King Jinlun are still fighting, and it is difficult to distinguish between them.

The two fought all night, and at this time, their faces were red, their foreheads were sweating, and their breath was slightly panting. Anyone with vision can see that it is no problem for these two to fight all night.

Many people had already come back to their senses and stared at the two people fighting in surprise. Lin Changsheng also came to his senses, but everyone didn't speak, interrupting this fierce battle that was rare in a hundred years.

"Qigong, that great monk has been majestic for a long time, and you still haven't made a move?" he whispered.

Hong Qigong smiled and shook his head slightly. Seeing this, Lin Changsheng no longer urged. He naturally likes to watch such a fight, you don't interrupt, it's just right.

Looking at Guo Jing's eighteen palms of dragon descending, Lin Changsheng also secretly compared the palm techniques he had learned. Judging from the moves alone, there is nothing that cannot be beaten, and those who do not understand this kung fu, although they have feelings, it is difficult to understand the mystery. Lin Changsheng is different, although he has only learned the five palms, he also understands the mystery of the dragon palm, and this comparison is naturally very rewarding.

'The representatives of the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon are Xiao Feng and Guo Jing, and I don't know who is higher and who is lower among these two?' He was secretly curious in his heart, and he couldn't help but think about whether he would travel into the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon and see Xiao Feng's Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon.

Suddenly, with a buzzing sound, the two of them touched their palms and stepped back one after another. Guo Jing took a step back and slowly stood still, his palms were red, his muscles were hideous, and his face was sweating profusely. When Huang Rong saw it, she immediately ran over and said worriedly: "Brother Jing......"

Over there, although the Golden Wheel Dharma King took a step back, his face was a little blue. He forcibly exerted his strength and forced Guo Jing away, but he was somewhat backlashed, his chest ached faintly, and he couldn't continue to move, so he had to close his lips tightly, secretly using internal force, and opening up the stagnation in his chest.

Seeing this, Lin Changsheng smiled and said, "Great monk, why don't you attack? Guo Daxia, come, take two steps to show our great master......

As soon as he spoke, he teased the two of them, making the group secretly frightened, and scolded this kid for not being afraid of death. Guo Jing's face was also red. Huang Rong frowned, a little unhappy, but as soon as her thoughts changed, she said, "Brother Jing, I'll help you take a rest." ”

Guo Jing nodded, and the two slowly took a few steps back.

'Smart!' Lin Changsheng secretly praised and said, "Great monk, I see it." You can't move, if it weren't for our Guo Daxia who didn't want to bully you, he would have killed you a long time ago. How's it going? If you don't speak, you're admitting defeat. Okay, now the winner is decided. ”

He spoke very quickly, just like Yang Guo in the original book, so that the great monk couldn't catch it, and his face was purple and swollen with anger. King Jinlun is not stupid, although he is angry, but he is afraid of Guo Jing's martial arts, so he forcibly makes a move, and he can't take advantage of it.

The hero didn't suffer the immediate loss, so he had to retreat first, and then report later, so he said loudly: "Guo Daxia's martial arts are strong, and the old man admires it very much." But to say that the old man lost...... Hmph!" he snorted again, his voice was extremely loud, as if it was the same as at night, making people secretly frightened by the martial arts of this great monk. "Guo Daxia, Huang Gang Leader, today I will learn a high trick, the green mountains will not change the green water for a long time, we will have a period later. ”

Guo Jing bowed and replied, "The master's martial arts are profound, and I admire him very much." Please!"

"Please!"

As soon as he said a word, King Jinlun and his entourage turned around and walked out of the hall without looking back.

It's a lot simpler, but the result is just as satisfying. Lin Changsheng couldn't stop laughing, but as soon as he was happy, he found that Hong Qigong pulled him. Lin Changsheng looked at him strangely, and when his eyes turned, he found that most of the people in the hall were looking at him. 'The limelight is out of the limelight. He smiled and raised his hand, "Hello everyone, we'll have a meeting later." ”

When the words fell, his feet turned, like a spinning top, swished out, jumped over the door wall in the blink of an eye, and disappeared from everyone's eyes.

The group was secretly surprised, this young man's light work was so fast. Huang Rong opened her mouth even wider, and glanced at Guo Jing with surprise in her eyes. Others didn't know, but the two of them knew at a glance that the light footwork that Lin Changsheng used just now was the kung fu of Peach Blossom Island.

When she came back to her senses, Lujiazhuang was thunderous with joy before and after, cheering loudly for Guo Jing, Huang Rong was also extremely happy, but she was also secretly worried about Guo Jing, she said: "Heroes, Brother Jing has consumed too much, please discuss in the front yard, I will take Brother Jing to the backyard to breathe." ”

"That's exactly how it should be. Huang gang leader, but don't worry. ”

Huang Rong immediately thanked them one by one and helped Guo Jing to the backyard. As soon as they crossed a moon gate, they saw a person holding a wine gourd and drinking wine, Huang Rong and Guo Jing were surprised: "Qigong ......"

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Rong'er, Jing'er......"

Outside Lujiazhuang, Lin Changsheng stopped and muttered: "What am I running out for? Damn, it's not that I haven't been seen, why are I in such a hurry?" Forget it, since I came out, then ......."

His eyes were dripping, and although his face was honest, he had already had countless ideas in his heart.

In this world of the Condor Heroes, there are still many things waiting for him to get them.

"Haha...... Go to Songshan first, then go to Xiangyang, just turn a corner. ”

Towering Song Mountain, a thousand-year-old temple, the once lively Shaolin Temple seems quite lonely, except for the monks who occasionally go out, few people go up the mountain. On this day, more than a dozen people came at the foot of the mountain, led by an elder and a young man, followed by the officials.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, a monk immediately stepped forward, bowed and said, "Amitabha! ”

The elder nodded slightly, and said: "This master, this official is the local prefect, this son is from the middle capital, the family believes in Buddhism, I heard that Shaolin is also the ancestral land of Zen Buddhism, and I came to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures." ”

The monk frowned, his mouth opened slightly, and the words came to his mouth, but he swallowed them back. He said, "My lord, please wait a moment. He turned to a small monk and gave an order, turned around and said, "My lord, my son, please." ”

The prefect nodded, followed him, and the group slowly walked up the mountain.

Soon, the group arrived at the gate of Shaolin Temple, four monks stood outside the gate, and an old monk at the head stepped forward and said: "Poor monk Shaolin Tianming, I have seen Lord Wang." ”

Governor Wang laughed and said, "The master is reasonable." He stepped back without a trace, revealing the youth. The young man glanced at him, and the king's neck shrunk, and his body was a little shorter.

When Zen Master Tianming looked at it, he secretly looked at the young man, and was secretly surprised when he saw that his eyes were fluorescent.

This young man is naturally Lin Changsheng. After he arrived in Dengfeng, he came up with this method in order to learn from the scriptures. In China, being an official has always been the greatest, no matter where you are, as long as you are an official, others will be afraid of you if you can't say it. This is the same with the rivers and lakes, otherwise why would the Shaolin Temple be closed?

Yes, Shaolin is the fire foreman Tuo, but when it comes to combat power, it will definitely not be bad, that is, it is not as good as the top masters in the world such as the five peers, but it is definitely not a problem to compete with the whole town.

Their biggest problem is that they are in a territory controlled by the Mongols, and if they are too arrogant, they will be absolutely destroyed. Don't forget, in Mongolia, it is Tantra that believes in Buddhism, not Zen.

You see, if it hadn't been for the Mongols, it would have been wiped out a long time ago. But even if he took refuge in Mongolia, he was not defeated by Tantric Buddhism.

The battle for religious beliefs is the same as life and death.

Getting back to the point - Lin Changsheng saluted slightly and said, "The master is polite." ”

Zen Master Tianming also saluted: "The donor is polite. The poor monks know what the donor entrusts, but they don't know what the donor asks for?"

Lin Changsheng said with a smile: "Master, in the next family to believe in Buddhism, I don't dare to say much about the Buddhist scriptures I read, but I also know a lot about myself. This time I came down to Shaolin, not only for the Buddhist scriptures, but also to pay tribute to the Buddhist ancestor of Bodhidharma. I heard that the ancestor of Bodhidharma left a lot of classics, and I hope that the master will see that he is sincere and ask the kid to borrow one or two. ”

As soon as he said this, the monks behind Tianming Zen Master all frowned. Zen Master Tianming glanced at the prefect of Wang's mansion and said with a smile: "As long as the donor doesn't take it away, just borrow it." ”

'Old fox!' Lin Changsheng smiled and said, "Very good." ”

Bodhidharma's handwriting is definitely an extremely precious thing, let alone a Buddhist scripture. This thing is in Shaolin, that is a holy thing, the daughter does not change, who dares to give this thing to outsiders, will definitely be scolded by Shaolin monks for eternity.

These monks were naturally worried that Lin Changsheng had robbed him, and in their hearts, Lin Changsheng was definitely the son of a big official, otherwise why would the prefect of the king tremble.

Zen Master Tianming is smart, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said, you can borrow books, but you can't take them away. Lin Changsheng didn't want to do it for that Buddhist scripture at all.

Under the leadership of Zen Master Tianming, the group arrived at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, where a monk in his thirties and forties stood and bowed to everyone. Zen Master Tianming said: "Jueyuan, you go and bring the handwritten scriptures of Patriarch Bodhidharma." ”

Jueyuan frowned, and said, "Abbot, those scriptures have been stored for a long time, if you are not careful, I am afraid that you will ......."

Tianming frowned and said, "Go quickly." ”

Jueyuan was helpless and said, "Yes." ”

On the side, Lin Changsheng looked at the monk curiously. Is this guy Zhang Sanfeng's master? Looking at his current appearance, he doesn't look like he has learned the Jiuyang True Scripture.

Not long after, Jueyuan carefully walked out with more than a dozen scriptures in his hands. Zen Master Tianming took it and handed it to Lin Changsheng. Lin Changsheng reached out to take it a little casually, and Jueyuan couldn't help but say loudly: "Please be careful." ”

Lin Changsheng was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Please rest assured, master, the kid must be careful." ”

Zen Master Tianming shook his head helplessly and said, "My nephew is naturally dull, and I hope the donor will not be surprised." ”

Lin Changsheng said: "Where can Shaolin have such a disciple, but it is the blessing of Shaolin and the blessing of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion." Master, please also prepare a room for the next. ”

Tianming personally took Lin Changsheng to the guest room, and when the prefect Wang saw it, he immediately said goodbye, left the room, and without looking back, he led those officials to run quickly.

This guy was frightened by Lin Changsheng.

Closing the door tightly, Lin Changsheng opened more than a dozen scriptures one by one, turned them carefully, and soon, he stopped at one scripture. He rolled his eyes, took out three more books, and put them together.

On the cover pages of these four layers of scriptures were written the same large characters, there were three, but he did not recognize the font, which was Sanskrit. But in the scriptures, there are petty letters.

Therefore, he knew that these four scriptures were the famous Ranga Sutra.

"Found it. ”