The Legend of Shushan Xuanjian

Chapter 216 Resurrection
In the cold rain and the river night into Wu, Pingming sees off at Chu Shangu.

Luoyang relatives and friends are asking each other, a piece of ice is in the jade pot.

—— "Furong Tower Sending Xin Jian" Wang Changling
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Hu Changgang was startled, and was about to hold a stick to guard, but with a thought, he nodded and smiled.He clasped his hands together and said, "Brother Fu, is it you?"

Bai Fu laughed loudly, jumped out from the reeds, and said: "I wanted to scare you, but I underestimated your cultivation. It seems that you have indeed obtained the law."

Hu Changgang smiled and said, "I still haven't obtained the Fa. I don't know, but you already know." After finishing speaking, he jumped back to the shore.The two brothers embraced warmly, just like back then.

Sitting down on knees, Hu Changgang said: "When I returned to Shu, my parents wanted me to marry a wife and have children, and they didn't let me go back to Shaolin. I stayed in Jiangyou for half a year, and I really couldn't stay any longer. After seeing the outside world, I couldn't go back. So, I returned to Shaolin, and according to my master’s request, I chopped firewood and carried water, pounded rice and dusted bran every day, and practiced meditation while walking and sitting. The summer heat and winter cold, the kung fu gradually improved. The monks don’t tell lies, and now I have no knowledge of martial arts. Then put your mind on it and let it be. Eliminate distracting thoughts, accept troubles, realize Prajna, realize happiness, and this is what I practice.”

Bai Fu smiled and said: "You are becoming more and more like a little sorcerer. From martial arts to Taoism, from painting to Taoism, from music to Taoism, the essence is the same. They are all for the purpose of gaining a glimpse of the way of heaven, comprehending life, and understanding life and death. If you get it in the future Dharma, you must come to save me first, don’t forget this statement.”

Time was running out, so the two waved goodbye without saying much.

Bai Fu watched the small boat sailing into the big river and disappearing between the water and the sky, feeling inexplicably melancholy, saying goodbye today, and seeing you again someday.Just like the poem of the exiled immortal: "The lonely sail is far away, the blue sky is gone, only the Yangtze River flows in the sky."

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Back to Shaolin Temple, the sky is bright.Bai Fu was about to go back to the house to wash up, when he just entered the courtyard, he heard a noise in the courtyard, a group of Shaolin monks surrounded him.The Shaolin stick monk who besieged him in front of the mountain gate the day before yesterday was also among them, pointing at him.

The leader shouted: "Take this thief down!" A group of monks surrounded him.

Bai Fu recognized a stick monk who besieged him yesterday, and taunted him: "What? I can't afford to lose, so find someone to take revenge?"

The head monk shouted: "Bold thief, how dare you steal Shaolin sacred objects! If you don't hand over the sacred objects, you will be arrested!"

Bai Fu sneered, and said, "Oh, Shaolin disciples have also learned how to frame someone."

Another senior monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. Don't spit blood on the benefactor. Here is the evidence. Let's see how you argue?
After finishing speaking, with a wave of his hand, a monk walked up to the people and showed a set of black night clothes, which was exactly what Bai Fu was wearing last night, and he hadn't had time to pack it into his luggage.

The elder monk said: "This set of night clothes was found from the benefactor's room. There are still hair and dander of the benefactor on the clothes. The benefactor will not deny it?"

Bai Fu asked rhetorically: "Randomly search the guest's room and rummage through the guest's clothes, is this the Shaolin way of hospitality?"

The head monk shouted: "Bold thief, the Shaolin sacred relics placed in the Daxiong Palace were stolen last night. The matter is of great importance. Of course, every guest must be investigated!"

Bai Fu said: "That can only mean that I used overnight clothes, but it doesn't mean that I have stolen Shaolin sacred objects."

The elder monk stopped talking, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.When he opened his eyes again, his eyes glowed brightly, locked on Bai Fu, and said slowly: "The benefactor is highly skilled in martial arts, and he is even more eloquent.

The sacred objects stolen last night included four volumes of the Langa Sutra handwritten by Patriarch Bodhidharma, gold tin sticks, Bodhidharma sticks for subduing tigers, incense boards, wooden fish, and other Zen forest utensils that Bodhidharma used with him.

Among them, the incense board is secretly made of Songshan agarwood, which has a special fragrance.This smell still lingers on the donor.Although the scent is light, it lingers for a long time after touching it.The donor is not a Shaolin disciple, so he should have no chance to touch the incense board.If there is no reasonable explanation, we can only suspect that the benefactor stole Shaolin sacred objects. "

Bai Fu was startled, and said to himself: "This fragrance must have been contaminated when I met Hu Changgang and hugged him. But if I tell the truth, wouldn't it hurt Hu Changgang? Besides, what happened to the golden tin rod? I didn't see Hu Changgang say goodbye. Are you carrying a tin stick?" Bai Fu couldn't make up his mind for a while.

The older monk saw that Bai Fu's eyes fluttered and did not move, which strengthened his judgment that Bai Fu was a thief.So, he nodded slightly to the head monk.

The head monk shouted loudly: "Jie the Arhat to subdue the demon formation, take this thief down, and hand it over to the Bodhidharma Court!"

With an order, the thirteen stick monks quickly dispersed to form a large array of arhats and demons.The martial arts of these fifteen stick monks are obviously higher than those of the stick monks who watch the night in front of the mountain gate, they are well-trained and fast in their steps.Once the formation is knotted, the rings are interlocking, the offense and defense are balanced, and the momentum is strict.

Bai Fu sneered, and said: "Instead of catching the real culprit, you are wasting your time on me. Don't regret it in the future, don't say I didn't warn you."

The elder monk said: "Amitabha. Up to now, the evidence is convincing. The benefactor is still trying to quibble and fish in troubled waters. If we continue to resist, don't blame us for being ruthless."

The head monk then shouted: "The one who took you this time is the law-enforcing stick monk of Luohan Hall. I advise you to arrest it without your hands, so as not to bring shame on yourself."

Bai Fu laughed loudly, and said: "The story of the thirteen stick monks in Luohan Hall rescuing the Tang king is known to everyone in the Jianghu, and everyone in the Jianghu knows it. Today I have the honor to learn it personally, and it is not in vain for me to come to Shaolin for a walk."

Having said that, Bai Fu didn't dare to hold his hand, and slowly drew out his long sword.Squeeze the sword formula with your hand and point at the monks.

Bai Fu held the sword in his hand, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, straight and sharp, and a deep cold sword aura overflowed.The elder monk was startled, and thought to himself: "What a powerful young man, no wonder he is confident." He gestured to the head monk.

The head monk comprehended, and shouted: "Yasha is riding on the waves, and the wave will settle the East China Sea."

The three stick monks surrounded Bai Fu, using the Yaksha stick technique, attacking in the shape of "pin".The three of them swept across with sticks in three directions, making it impossible for Bai Fu to retreat.

One person flew forward, slashed his stick obliquely in the air, and hit Bai Fu's head.The one in the middle exerted strength from his waist and abdomen, sweeping away thousands of troops.The third person was as nimble as an ape, rolled on the ground, cut into Bai Fu's body, and swept towards Bai Fu's ankle.

As the saying goes: A gun pierces a line, and a stick hits a large area.Sweeping can best reflect the power of the stick method.The three monks had a tacit understanding of offense and defense, followed each other, and flew up and down, fully displaying the sweeping power of sticks.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.It can be seen from this that the thirteen stick monks of Luohantang really deserve their reputation.

Bai Fu could attack and break through, but in the end he chose to avoid the sharp edge and attack the lazy.He wanted to test the strength of the thirteen stick monks in Luohan Hall.

Bai Fu launched the Eagle Strike technique, shifting his body in mid-air to take a breath, like a hummingbird flying upside down, he rose a zhang out of the air, avoiding the attack of the three stick monks.

If the head of the Bodhidharma Academy or Arhat Hall is here, seeing this shocking lightness kung fu, one can infer that Bai Fu's martial arts will stop this fight.Bai Fu didn't fly horizontally to break through the encirclement, but just jumped into the air to avoid the attack, which shows that he has no fear of the stick formation at all.It's a pity that the monks in the Arhat Hall didn't realize this, and simply understood that Bai Fu had no courage to fight and would only run away.

(End of this chapter)