Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 148 Shaolin
The night is cold as water.

Outside the guest room of Songshan Shaolin, the ancient pine tree is like a small steeple, and on the side of the treetop is a crescent moon hanging in the distant sky.

Gu Lanxiang, who had just communicated with his teammates and got the reminder, hurried out from the guest room courtyard, taking advantage of the moonlight and stars, to look for the abbot of Shaolin.

In order to avoid suspicion, Shaolin monks arranged guest rooms for women in a flat place on the back mountain. They built a house, which is farther away from the center of Shaolin buildings than ordinary pilgrim guest rooms.

Gu Lanxiang walked all the way from here, first passing the Tallinn, the Forest of Steles, and then several rows of houses used to entertain pilgrims and scholars.

Although it was already night, there were still many people in this deep ancient temple who did not rest.

Some people are counting rosary beads with their eyes closed and reciting scriptures silently among the forest of steles. Some people are reading classics in the house, and a silhouette is illuminated on the paper window by the dim candlelight.

Walking in the middle of the pine forest, on the road paved with square bricks, you can also see in the pine forests on both sides of the road, some monks in their prime are practicing hard.

A small cowhide sandbag was hanging from a branch. The monk in gray clothes with half of his shoulder exposed studied silently for a moment, and then slapped it on.

When he slapped the palm, there was a whistling gust of wind, and the palm slapped on the small sandbag, but it was silent, keeping the sandbag motionless. It can be seen that the change of hardness and softness in this palm has already been glimpsed. Divide the essence of superior martial arts.

Although Gu Lanxiang came to Shaolin for only a few days, but because he held Han Wengong's token at that time, and asked to see the abbot of Shaolin directly, he got a lot of convenience. No one came to stop her.

Her destination was originally the abbot's monastery, but when she passed by the Daxiong Hall, the lights inside were bright, the fragrance was wafting, and the voices of old monks talking among themselves could be heard.

Turning his head and looking into the hall, the one sitting on the futon in the middle of the Daxiong Hall, with his back facing the six-foot-high seated Tathagata Buddha, with ears hanging from his shoulders and wearing a cassock of gold thread, was not the abbot of Shaolin's generation—the Master of the Past.

"Grandmaster!"

Gu Lanxiang said hello and stepped into the hall.

The deceased master smiled at her, and another old monk beside him also turned around and took a look at her.

Also an "acquaintance", the head of the Shaolin Dharma Academy, Zen Master Pingxin.

Zen Master Pingxin smiled and said: "Haha, what a coincidence, the poor monk was talking about the old benefactor with the abbot brother. Although the benefactor came for a short time, after reading those few books on Zen theory and martial arts, he seemed to have vaguely grasped it. Doorway, the magic thoughts on my body have become more and more dull recently."

"With such an extraordinary endowment and profound Su Hui, perhaps I can borrow some chapters from the "King Kong True Essence Sutra" to show the benefactor. If you can completely subdue the evil thoughts, it is also a great merit of Shaolin."

What he said was plain, but the news he revealed was extraordinary.

"King Kong True Essence Sutra", also known as King Kong Zen, was written by Tan Zong, a great general during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It can be said to be the supreme inner power book in Shaolin Temple. His martial arts cheats are second to none.

For the martial arts sect, all things that can be called unique skills in the sect must be cherished and kept secret. It is extremely rare to lend this kind of martial arts treasure book of the town sect to others for free. something happened.

Gu Lanxiang was slightly taken aback. Although borrowing the "Diamond Truth Sutra" was originally one of her goals, she never thought that she would be able to achieve it after only a few days.

The deceased master observed her expression, smiled kindly, and said, "Amitabha, why should the benefactor be surprised? Shaolin imparts unique skills. Although it has a reputation for being strict, it is also for the consideration of talent, and is afraid that it will be entrusted to inhumane people and cause harm to the world. "

He paused slightly and sighed, "Actually, even though it is so strict, it is still inevitable that some rebels will commit heinous crimes after they go down the mountain, fleeing the rivers and lakes and getting away with it, which is infuriating and regrettable."

"In the past few days, I can see that your meditation skills are not inferior to the old monk's, and your talent and mood are not far behind some famous monks. If this is the case, how can the old monk and others have the reason to cherish themselves. "

Gu Lanxiang's bright eyes moved slightly, and he clasped his fists and said, "The masters are open-minded and respectable. I am very grateful for borrowing precious classics. However, I came late at night, and I actually have an urgent matter to remind you..."

She mentioned that a friend used a secret method to send a message, and she briefly talked about the attack on Laojun Mountain.

The expressions of the two old monks suddenly changed.

The dead master frowned tightly, and said: "Today, when it just fell into the night, I was in the courtyard and faintly noticed a ray of sword intent rising up from the Laojun mountain, dispelling the wind and breaking the clouds, but the distance is far away, so I can't be sure. Listening to you now, such a big change has happened!"

"Shao Lingxiao survived a hundred calamities, colluded with Huo Luo Dao, and came back out of the rivers and lakes..."

The previous abbot of Shaolin, the master of stubborn stone, is also the senior brother of the deceased master. Ten years ago, he participated in the Southwest War. After returning, he passed away within half a month.

On the eve of the Southwest War, Master Wangsheng was selected, stayed in the temple, presided over the affairs, and never met Shao Lingxiao face to face, but for the rest of his life, he would never forget the battle that his senior brother told him repeatedly, and he would never forget, stubborn stone When the master was dying, he was still regretting.

"That kind of swordsmanship! At that time, if I didn't use the Great Vajra Fist, but used the twisted flower finger to fight the enemy, I don't know if I can lock the flying light for half a breath..."

The dead master fell into memory for a while, compared with him, the Zen master Pingxin next to him was obviously much more excited, which seemed even more unbelievable.

"Laojunshan Yutu Daoist, although he was fighting against the devil in the past, he suffered a catastrophe and lost all his skills, but Tianfang Daoist is still there, there is a master who directs hundreds of disciples under his disciples, the same spirit is connected, as solid as gold, how can it be possible Was it taken down so easily by some evil heretic?!"

Gu Lanxiang explained: "It is said that there is no trace of the master fighting on the Laojun Mountain. That real Tianfang may not be in the mountain just tonight."

"Is that so?"

Zen Master Pingxin murmured a few times, but in the end he still felt that he would rather believe in something than nothing, so he turned his head and said, "Brother Fang Zhang, what do you think?"

"Prepare for nothing." The master of the dead came back to his senses and said, "If it is true that the demon sect is making a comeback, there is no warning about their raid on Laojun Mountain, and their actions against Shaolin are also unpredictable. It is better to ring the bell quickly, summon the monks, and let all the disciples Raise your spirits and be careful recently."

Zen Master Pingxin nodded again and again: "Invite some brothers from Luohan Hall, Bodhi Court, and Discipline Court to come over, adjust the accommodation, do more patrols, and gather together at any time for a safe strategy."

He set off to leave the Daxiong Palace, this time he even used lightness kung fu, instead of taking the normal path, his robes were bulged by his internal force, he passed the square obliquely, and flew directly to the bell tower on one side.

The monk's shoes lightly stepped on the guardrail of the bell tower, gathered a punch with the power of the great Wei Tuo pestle, and smashed it on the thousand-jin bronze bell.

The sound of the bell was quite different from the usual sound, like thunder in the sky, sharp and golden, sonorous and powerful, reverberating endlessly.

The bell rang across the treasure hall, Buddha statue, Patriarch Hall, past the bronze statue of Bodhidharma, to the forest of steles, pagoda forest, and pine forest, and rang throughout every courtyard of the entire ancient temple.

A gray-clothed monk was at the edge of the forest of steles, stroking the stone steles with his fingers, and carefully studying the scriptures left by the senior monks under the light of the stars and moon.

Hearing the sound of the bell, he raised his head with doubts on his face, and was about to leave to rush to the Daxiong Palace when his body froze suddenly.

On the back of the bald head, there was a long silver needle, and the end of the needle was still trembling.

The woman with the golden hairpin stepped into the forest of steles, holding a ribbon across her back in her arms, with a graceful posture, and looked at the place where the bell was ringing with some doubts.

"Everyone should be waiting for the signal, why did these monks ring the bell first?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's never wrong to strike first."

The guardians of Huo Luo Dao who had the same idea as this woman rushed out from the shadows they were hiding at almost the same time, and chose a nearby target.

Just when the bell rang, more than a dozen Shaolin monks had already turned into corpses, and there were sounds of vigor and violence, shouting and fighting in two other courtyards.

The ringing of the bell and the sound of fighting startled all the Shaolin monks one after another. At that moment, hundreds of footsteps came out from the courtyards near and far, lighting up the lights and walking quickly with sticks in their hands.

In the Daxiong Palace, the figure of the deceased master came out of the hall in a flash, and looked up at the sky.

I saw that the night was hazy, and the clouds and mists between the mountains were originally brightly illuminated by the light of the stars and the moon. Suddenly, there was a cloud of black smoke that looked like a thick rain cloud in the west.

The smoke transpired and became wider and wider, and the sound of a horse neighing came out of the smoke.

In a blink of an eye, hundreds of galloping fast horses galloped down from the sky with black smoke.

These tall horses were able to gallop through the air, and their swooping posture was like a black torrent that would destroy the entire Shaolin Temple, and their cries and neighing were getting closer.

The terrifying momentum is far better than any kind of raptor that Shaolin monks have ever seen.

Even the strong and fearless young warrior monks who often chanted sutras and paid homage to the Buddha raised their heads from everywhere and saw such a scene, many people were so frightened that they cried out on the spot.

The deceased master's eyebrows were lowered, and his eyes were narrowed.

Although he couldn't help but be amazed by such a strange scene, he could vaguely see that when those steeds were galloping, some parts of their bodies were faintly blurred with clouds and mist, translucent, not completely real.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name is low.

The cassock fluttered on the body of the deceased master, the dust was everywhere under his feet, the sound of the wind sounded like water dripping into a copper basin, the sound of wooden fish, the sound of copper gongs, and the echo of big drums. All these mysterious sounds became more intense and louder.

It seems that with the movement of his whole body, he set off a feast of Dharma music from ethereal to majestic.

And the abnormal noises produced by the flow of zhenqi, all kinds of things, are just a prelude, just to set off the last sound of the lion in the crowd, the sound of the big cloud and thunder! !
When the dead master raised his head and uttered that sound, from the front of his face, he slanted upwards, and the sound hit circle after circle of air rings, which amplified layer by layer, and finally turned into a milky white air wave.

The roaring and roaring chaotic white air just collided with the hundreds of pitch-black horses that swooped down.

It can be seen that the figures of the war horses at the front of the horse group were blown up on the spot into large groups of black smoke, mixed together by the sound waves, and continued to push towards the war horses behind.

The source of these yin-qi horses is the "Five-Horse Pagoda Lock" that Sumu Taoist used the power of Huo Luo Dao to kill [-] horses, absorb the souls and resentment of those horses, and sacrificially refine them.

After the training of this kind of magic weapon is completed, once it is released, the group of horses gallops out. Because it does not have a physical body, it can run on treetops and clouds, and when it hits a person, it can have an impact that is not inferior to a real horse.

A lion's roar from the dead master scattered most of these yin-qi steeds, but some images of the horses managed to land on the ground and galloped in all directions.

They passed through the wall without any damage to the wall, and when they bumped into people, they immediately knocked them out, causing chaos in Shaolin Temple and the flames flickering wildly.

"Don't panic, these strange horses can be bombarded with true energy, and all the disciples quickly form formations and use their skills to protect their bodies."

The deceased master used his kung fu to transmit sound, and his strong inner strength made his voice cover the entire mountain. After a few words of reminders, he immediately began to chant sutras again.

"Nara Jinchi BU Karaya, Sapoha, Mapoli Sheng Karaye, Sapoha, Namoha Nadora Yeye..."

But all the Shaolin disciples, after hearing his voice, felt certain in their hearts, their panic was reduced by half, their postures were vigorous and vigorous, they shouted and set up formations, each changed their formations, and approached the Daxiong Palace.

And those Huo Luo Dao Dharma Guardians who were in the fierce battle, when they heard the sound of chanting the mantra, they felt that the circulation of their true qi was stimulated to cause waves in their meridians, and there was a little deviation.

A burly man who was fighting with the head of the Disciplinary Academy, was disturbed by the spell, smashed through the wall with a bang, and backed out.

The woman pinching a thin needle left a foot-long scar on the chest of a monk with the needle point, and the blood was gushing out, but she frowned.

It was because that monk, who was not in the first-class realm, escaped with her life unexpectedly.

All this is because of the voice of the mantra.

The well-known "Vajrasattva Conquering the Mantra" was originally just some weird and awkward scriptures, but at this time it was recited by the Buddhist inner strength of the master level and spread repeatedly.

"Nanwu Alaye, Emperor Poluji, Shuo Po Luo Ye, Su Po He, Om!"

"Xidondu, Mandara, Bataya, Sapoha..."

The thick syllables, with a shocking sense of power, hit the heartstrings, and there is a feeling that the world is big, the five senses and the six senses, and every inch of the corner is crowded with these spells.

Everywhere, nowhere to escape.

"Grandmaster, it's really troublesome. One person is enough to suppress the whole situation."

In the darkness, Taoist Su Mu with the pointed hairpin on his head shook his head unhappily.

"However, if we can't even complete this task without the help of Ling Xiao and the others, it would be too much for them to underestimate."

"Xiao Sun, it's your turn to play."

Sun Ling pressed his right fist against his left palm, pressed hard on the knuckles that were clenched into a fist, and let out a smirk.

"Don't worry, a native four-star, I'll drag him for three days and three nights, it's no problem at all!!"

(End of this chapter)