Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1547 The Strange Box
If the Supreme Patriarch was present, Monk Peng could still think about joining forces with the Supreme Patriarch, and then adopt a wheel-to-wheel battle or swarming to fight against Fang Jianming.It's a pity that the Supreme Patriarch didn't come this time.

Therefore, the idea of ​​doing it just passed through Monk Peng's mind for a while, but no actual action was taken.

"Your honor is such a ruthless method."

"Compared to you guys, I'm already kind enough."

"Your honor really wants to meddle in Shaolin affairs?"

"nonsense!"

"There is no room for negotiation?"

"no!"

"Okay, since your honor is planning to be an enemy of Xinmeng, Xinmeng is willing to accompany you. We will meet in another day and we will make a decision."

After Monk Peng finished speaking, he glanced unwillingly, turned around and strode away.Seeing that he "did not dare" to fight, a group of subordinates could not speak up, so they had to leave.

"Old monk, I don't want to see another person die in Shaolin. Who dare not listen to the advice? I have tried my best tonight, even if there are piles of corpses, I will not hesitate!" Fang Jianming was afraid that Monk Peng and his party would go to the training ground to hurt Jue Dian and others added this sentence.

Monk Peng sneered and said: "Your Majesty, tonight is extremely majestic. Shaolin exists in name only, and the rest are small characters. Even if you don't show up, if you kill them, the old man will think his hands will be dirty." In an instant, he had already gone far.

After Monk Peng left without a sound, Fang Jianming turned around, knelt down to the dying Chan Master Dafang, and said, "Master, tomorrow's delay caused Shaolin to suffer catastrophe, and he deserves death. You are old..."

Zen Master Dafang regained his energy, sat up from Qingyuan's arms, stretched out his hand to pull Fang Jianming, and said in a trembling voice: "You...you are Ming'er..."

Fang Jianming jumped up, came to the front, squatted down, held Dafang's hand, said: "Yes." As he spoke, he sent a wave of true energy into Dafang's body.

Zen Master Dafang's complexion improved a lot. Looking at Fang Jianming, he said excitedly, "It's fine if you come, I... I'm still afraid..."

Fang Jianming said: "Master Patriarch, don't speak in a hurry, let Minger heal your wounds."

Chan Master Dafang didn't know where the strength came from, he held Fang Jianming's hand tightly, and said: "Master's death is approaching, you can't recover from it, you don't need to waste your true energy. There is one important thing, Master must tell you."

Fang Jianming was about to say something, but Chan Master Dafang had forced himself to stand up and said: "Ming'er, put Master on your back and go with Master."

Fang Jianming was stunned for a moment, but he carried Chan Master Dafang on his back according to the words, and under the guidance of Chan Master Dafang, he strode away and ran towards the mountain.

Songshan Mountain is very large, stretching for more than 100 miles, with Taishi in the east and Shaoshi in the west. Shaolin Temple is located on Shaoshi Wuru Peak.Fang Jianming sprinted in the mountains with Zen Master Dafang on his back, and in a short while, he was far away from Shaolin Temple, and when he turned his head, he could only see the faint flames.

After running for several miles, Fang Jianming suddenly remembered that when he was a child, Zen Master Dafang carried him on his back like this, running and playing in the mountains.

Come to think of it, that was when he was three years old.After he was three years old, he was never carried by Chan Master Dafang again, but in the days after that, he was often asked to run all over the mountain with his master on his back.

What a happy time it was, there were no worries, no fights, just games between disciples and grandchildren or master and apprentice.

Thinking about it, he felt a sore nose, tears of tigers, his throat seemed to be choked by something.

Zen Master Dafang seemed to sense his emotional fluctuations, reached out his hand to wipe away his tears, and said, "Minger, don't be sad, people are always going to die. It is enough for a person to live a lifetime, to have loved or been loved. "

In the eyes of many people, monks should be ascetics who have no desires and no pursuits, and say that "form is emptiness, emptiness is form". The words were quite different from the image of the eminent monk, and the Taoists didn't know what to think when they heard it.

Fang Jianming silently held back his tears, he just wanted to keep running with Zen Master Dafang on his back, without end.

After a while, thinking it was the end of the field, Chan Master Dafang called out, "Stop, it's here."

Fang Jianming paused, but he still carried Chan Master Dafang on his back, reluctant to let go.

Zen Master Dafang stretched out his hand and pointed forward, and said, "Minger, have you seen those three big trees in the shape of the character "pin?"

Fang Jianming raised his eyes, nodded, and said, "I saw it."

Chan Master Dafang said, "Go between the three big trees and dig nine feet into the ground."

Fang Jianming saw a big tree not far away, so he put Zen Master Dafang by the side of the big tree, walked between the three big trees in the shape of a character, stood there for a while, and suddenly jumped up.

In an instant, there was a strange sound under his feet, a piece of land about five feet wide and nine feet deep was actually taken out by Fang Jianming, and it landed in the distance, making a "bang" sound.Zen Master Dafang leaned against the big tree and stared blankly for a while, then smiled admiringly,
Fang Jianming fell to the edge of the cave, and saw two iron rings faintly exposed from the bottom, he was slightly startled.

Zen Master Dafang said: "You must have seen the two iron rings. Go down and pull the iron rings left and right, and you will see a huge box inside. Just take out the box."

Fang Jianming jumped down to the hole, brushed off the dirt covering the iron ring, stretched out his hand to hold the iron ring, and pulled it left and right.After a click, the two iron plates were moved away, revealing the inside, and there was indeed a large box.He took out the box and jumped up.

"Master, what is hidden in this box? It is so important." Fang Jianming walked under the big tree and handed the box to Zen Master Dafang.

Zen Master Dafang wanted to open the box with his own hands to have a look, but he couldn't do it, so he had to ask Fang Jianming to do it.

As soon as the box was opened, it was immediately full of light, shining golden.Chan Master Dafang touched the contents of the box with trembling hands, and said excitedly, "Eighteen Treasures, Eighteen Treasures, you will use them in the future and show your power."

Fang Jianming looked at the things in the box curiously, but saw that it was a layer of ornaments as thin as a cicada's wings, like a gauze.

"Ming'er, look through the bottom, is there a scripture?" Chan Master Dafang asked.

Fang Jianming held the box in one hand, reached into the box with the other hand and opened the layer of decorations. Unexpectedly, the next layer still had the same decorations. After turning through eighteen floors, he saw that there was indeed a scripture at the bottom.The strange thing is that this scripture is as new as it is washed, without any sense of staleness.

Chan Master Dafang took out the scripture tremblingly, turned only one page, then closed it again, put his palms together and said reverently: "Amitabha." Then he asked Fang Jianming to put the scripture back to its original place and close the box.

"Let's go." Chan Master Dafang supported the tree and stood up, his expression suddenly calm.

Fang Jianming didn't understand, he was about to carry Chan Master Dafang on his back, but he hesitated for a while, fearing that it would be inconvenient to hold the box in one hand and carry the ancestor in the other.

(End of this chapter)