After this tall man in black was seriously injured and caught, he simply committed suicide with a neat wave of his palm, which is not a good man.

But he didn't have to be like this, how could the monks of Tianlong Temple capture him and torture him again? Not to mention taking his life, as for the other three black-clothed people being killed by the monks with a yang finger during the battle, it was a different matter.

Duan Yu looked at the corpse of the tall man in black who was so sad, holding the booklet of the first seven layers of the "Dragon Elephant Panruo Gong" that he had given him on his deathbed, and couldn't help but feel a little sad, somewhat similar to the sadness of a rabbit dying and a fox.

The heroes of the rivers and lakes are adrift, when and where they will die, who can predict their end?

Duan Yu thought: "If one day I die in the rivers and lakes, will someone kindly bury me and put me in the ground?" Although this idea is a bit absurd, it is also an objective fact, but few people in the martial arts are in the mood to think about it.

The monk was about to ask Duan Yu who instructed the tall black-clothed man on his deathbed just now, but the abbot stopped him and said, "Why do we monks bother to pursue so much? ”

Then most of the monks went back to their respective meditation rooms to rest, and a few small monks who were doing chores were left, and they hurriedly carried the bodies of these black-clothed people out of Tianlong Temple.

"What are you going to do with them?" Duan Yu asked.

"In the middle of the night, who has the time to dig a pit and bury them, throw them directly to the bottom of the cliff, and then come back to sleep. The little monk's words are not so subtle, and he tells his thoughts bluntly.

"The tall man in black is going to dig a pit and bury it, and I don't care about the other three. Duan Yu said.

The little monks were originally unwilling, but for the sake of Duan Yu's identity as the son of Dali, they quickly nodded in agreement.

Then Duan Yu returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the couch, and calmed down, thinking about and summarizing the gains and losses and experience of tonight's battle. If you don't summarize it from time to time, your combat experience won't leave a deep impression on your mind.

Later, Duan Yu ran the internal strength of the Shenzhao Sutra again, running in the limbs and hundreds of bones, and the rib injury was not so painful, and it was estimated that it would take some time to heal.

After this battle, he found that his body bones were indeed relatively weak, and some of the Shenzhao Sutra internal strength to protect the body, or was injured by the tall black-clothed man's "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", and he had to work the Shenzhao Sutra's internal strength in the future, or find a piece of soft armor with excellent texture to use first.

In the early morning of the next day, Duan Yu went back to the Dali Palace, and gave the secret book of "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" to Huang Xu'er, who was a natural divine power, which was very suitable for his martial arts, simple and powerful.

As for the fact that he can't read the Sanskrit text on the booklet, it's nothing, and he can practice according to the map, and the running route of the internal power is also marked on it. Moreover, this is an external martial art, which requires very little internal strength, and the practice lies in hard work, not subtle techniques.

After this period of cultivation, Huang Xu'er is almost like a normal person, but he is still a little honest, after he took the booklet, he kowtowed to Duan Yu three times.

At the time of parting, Duan Yu patted Huang Xu'er on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Little brother, you have to practice hard so that you can have your own dignity in the rivers and lakes in the future." Remember, dignity is not given by others, but earned by oneself. ”

Huang Xu'er now knew the meaning of the word dignity, but he didn't understand why the invisible and untouched dignity was so important, he knew that Duan Yu would not lie to him, so he nodded honestly, and made up his mind to practice this "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong" well, hoping to repay Duan Yu, a great benefactor, in the future.

After saying goodbye to Huang Xu'er, Duan Yu rode his horse to Tianlong Temple, his injury no longer needed to rely on the high monks of Tianlong Temple, and the cultivation method of the One Yang Finger was enough to guide the majestic inner breath into the right track.

The reason why Duan Yu wanted to continue to come here was to wait for Gu Mozhi to appear, so that he would have the opportunity to see the sword spectrum of the "Six Veins Divine Sword".

Otherwise, he himself went to the monks of Tianlong Temple to ask for this magic classic, and he would definitely not be allowed, he was just a junior boy in the eyes of these monks, not only was he sparsely learned, but even if it was martial arts, it was estimated that he would not be able to enter their eyes. rashly begging to read the classics will laugh and be generous.

Walking into the Tianlong Temple, the large and small stupas standing around are solemn and quiet, only a few small novices are cleaning the fallen leaves, and they even run over and shake the trunks of the trees in order to make the dead leaves on the trees fall as quickly as possible.

When a middle-aged monk in the distance saw this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, and said, "Sadly, cultivators are so persistent, the fallen leaves can fall at any time, and they can be swept at any time." ”

Duan Yu saw that he didn't look like he knew martial arts, he should just be an ordinary monk who was older, he just nodded and smiled and walked away, he didn't think what the middle-aged monk said was right, and he didn't bother to listen to his nagging.

Duan Yu walked along, and the plum blossoms around him were in full bloom, in full swing.

Snowflakes are flying, and the meaning of cold winter is strong.

The snowflakes on the plum are as clear as jade, the dark fragrance is full, and its meaning is far-reaching, which is fascinating.

When Duan Yu came to Master Kurong's meditation monastery by accident, he saw that this ugly and strange-looking old monk was meditating under a pine tree, still falling from the snowflakes, and he did not react.

He did not close his eyes and meditate, but looked at the plum blossoms outside the courtyard, he did not appreciate the charm of the flowers, but pondered the Zen machine contained in them.

Duan Yu couldn't bear to look at half of his baby-like face and the other side's skull-like face, and felt that it was indeed wrong to step into the Zen temple so presumprisingly. But it is not appropriate to retreat and bow away, after all, Buddhist monks do not care about the cumbersome etiquette of the world, but are more interested in the comprehension of Zen.

Fundamentally speaking, Duan Yu has already disturbed Master Kurong's meditation here.

Master Kurong frowned slightly, but he had excellent cultivation, so he was just about to ask Duan Yu what was going on. Duan Yu made a gesture and said loudly: "The junior greets Master Kurong." There is impermanence, the twin trees are withered and prosperous, the north and the south, the west and the east, neither false nor empty!"

Master Kurong was shocked and asked, "How do you know the origin of the Kuzen I have participated in?"

Duan Yu also read a lot of Buddhist scriptures, of course he understood, and said loudly: "The World-Honored Shakyamuni was destroyed between the two trees in the city of Kuna, east, west, north and south, each with two trees, and the two trees on each side are one glorious and one withered, which is called 'four withered and four glorious'.

According to the Buddhist scriptures, the Eastern Twin Tree means 'constant and impermanence', the Southern Twin Tree means 'happiness and no happiness', the Western Twin Tree means 'self and non-self', and the Northern Twin Tree means 'pure and impure'.

The tree of prosperity and glory signifies the true state of Nirvana: permanence, happiness, self, and purity, while the withered and withered tree shows the state of the world: impermanence, no happiness, no self, and no purity. If the Buddha enters and dies between these eight realms, it means that it is neither dry nor glorious, neither false nor empty. ”

Master Kurong has been quietly participating in dry Zen for decades, and can only cultivate to the realm of half withering and half-glory, and cannot cultivate to a higher level of 'non-withering and non-glorious, and also withering and glorious', as soon as he heard Duan Yu's words, he was awe-struck and said: "I can't imagine that there is a young man like you among the descendants of my Dali Duan family, so young, he is familiar with the Buddhist scriptures, and his talent and understanding are excellent, which is gratifying!"

Duan Yu said: "Master Kurong praised it falsely, and the younger generation just remembered this allusion by chance, but it was not the Zen that he comprehended. ”

Master Kurong said, "Please be seated." Duan Yu sat down immediately, but there was no futon, and his clothes were stained by fallen leaves.

"What do you think of the year-end Hanmei?" Master Kurong suddenly asked.

Duan Yu bowed his hand and said respectfully: "Junior, if there is any absurdity, please forgive me." ”

Master Kurong smiled kindly: "But it doesn't hurt to say, I'll listen to you." ”

Duan Yu thought for a moment and said: "As the saying goes, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and everyone in the world praises it for its arrogance and arrogance, and Ling Han is alone. But I don't know that everything in the world has its own destiny, life is a life, grass and trees are autumn, there are glory and disgrace, prosperity and decline. Who can be proud for a long time? Heaven and earth cannot last long, is not the world a fool's dream?"

"It's a bit Zen, but it's not so detached, so what do you think?" said Master Kurong.

"Since everything is determined like this, it is better to be calm, spoil and forget, you don't have to be like plum blossoms only Ling Han alone, as long as you are happy and seize the opportunity. The younger generation believes that life is only about pursuing a mind. Duan Yu said.

Master Kurong was silent for a long time, Duan Yu didn't bother him anymore, sometimes the high monk comprehended a hint of Zen opportunity, and it often took a while to make it clear.