Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 1549 Dafang dies forever

Fang Jianming said with a smile: "No wonder the ancestor only called him the master, not the patriarch. So that's the reason."

Zen Master Dafang took another breath, and said: "In the letter left by the 'Second Grandpa' to Patriarch Yin, it was written that he was asked to keep the contents of the box well, so that they would come from useful uses. Patriarch Yin once saw the contents of the box. I knew the power of the scriptures, so I buried the box in the mountain and waited for someone with predestined relationship. This kind of thing is like a white horse, and a hundred years have passed in a flash."

Fang Jianming still didn't understand, and asked, "What's so magical about the eighteen treasured garments in this box? Since they belong to Shaolin, why did it take so long to get them out?"

Chan Master Dafang said: "Although these eighteen treasured garments belong to Shaolin, it is not easy to find the eighteen owners. Master is not too clear about the details, but after reading the scriptures, you should know I understand." Speaking of this, the hands on Fang Jianming's shoulders suddenly tightened.

Fang Jianming was startled, and when he was about to say something, Chan Master Dafang said, "Ming'er, would you like to promise Master one thing?"

Fang Jianming smiled and said: "Master, please tell me, I will definitely agree."

Chan Master Dafang said earnestly: "Master knows that you are seriously injured and will be the main force in eliminating demons and defending Dao in the future, but God has the virtue of good life. I hope you will not cause more killings and get caught up in it."

Fang Jianming knew that Zen Master Dafang was telling himself not to kill indiscriminately in the future, so as not to fall into the evil way and unable to extricate himself, so he nodded heavily and said: "Tomorrow I will firmly remember the words of the master."

After a while, Fang Jianming saw that Chan Master Dafang was silent, and felt that his body seemed to be lighter, and asked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Chan Master Dafang couldn't answer any more, and lay quietly on Fang Jianming's back.

Fang Jianming's heart skipped a beat, knowing that his master had left him forever.At this moment, he didn't cry out, he just tightened his grip on the master, and continued to move forward unswervingly, with a more stable gait.

Soon, when I arrived outside the Sutra Pavilion, the monks from Qingyuan were waiting.Fang Jianming gently put Chan Master Dafang down, and the monks in Qingyuan saw him and immediately knew that Chan Master Dafang had passed away.

All the monks said in unison: "Amitabha." They knelt down.Fang Jianming knelt beside Zen Master Dafang's body, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

Everyone grieved for a while, Jue Dian led dozens of monks to arrive, and was very sad to see this scene.

Especially Juedian, Chan Master Dafang is his grandfather, but he has never called him intimately.Until this moment, he dared to kneel beside Zen Master Dafang, and called "Grandpa" in a low and affectionate voice.

Chan Master Dafang smiled, as if he had heard Juedian's cry.As he said, it is enough to be born, to have loved or to have been loved.Now receiving Juedian's call, his spirit in heaven will definitely be extremely comforting.

After this battle, Shaolin's vitality was seriously injured.Elder Dawu, Elder Dade, Elder Da Neng, Elder Daxuan, and the elder Dazhen who guarded the Sutra Pavilion were all killed in battle, only Elder Daci who was still half-lived.Among Fang Jianming's four uncles, only Qingyuan and Qingxuan remained.

The monks of the big generation were wiped out, the monks of the Qing generation suffered heavy losses, and there are still dozens of monks of the Jue generation.There were not many monks of the lower generation, that is, the monks accompanying Chan Master Dafang to protect the Sutra Pavilion, none of them lost.

It turned out that Zen Master Dafang arranged these seventeen or eighteen-year-old young monks here in order to retain a little vitality for Shaolin. He used words to provoke Monk Peng and others to fight with him, Dazhen, Dawu, Dade, Da Neng, Daxuan and others. More than a dozen monks of the older generation competed one by one, delaying time, in exchange for the lives of these new generation monks.

Shaolin may not do much in the future for a long time, but as long as the new generation of monks are willing to work hard and pay, it will not be difficult for Shaolin to regain its glory after decades.

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After midnight, under the persuasion of Juedian, Qingyuan and Qingxuan, Fang Jianming slept for two hours.When I woke up, the dawn was breaking in the east, and the morning light was melting, and a new day came again.

A big fire last night burned down the Shaolin Temple in sevens and eighties, and the monks who had just rested for more than an hour began to clean up the mess.

Fang Jianming originally wanted to help, but Qingyuan refused, saying that such a big mess could not be sorted out within three to five days, so let them sort it out slowly.

Fang Jianming had no choice but to sit alone in the scripture pavilion, open the box, take out the scriptures, and flip through them page by page.

Half an hour later, Jue Dian came to the Cangjing Pavilion, dressed in strong clothes, and the other party Jianming said: "Jianming, let's go."

Fang Jianming happened to read the scriptures carefully, closed the scriptures, and said, "Where are you going?"

Juedian said: "Go to your Diancang school."

Fang Jianming said happily: "Brother Shiming, will you go with me too?"

Juedian said: "Yes. You, me, and eldest brother, we three brothers work together and fight side by side, and we must wipe out the demons."

Hearing this, Fang Jianming immediately became proud.

At that moment, he put the scriptures back into the box, found two strips of cloth, carried the box behind his back, and went out to the scripture pavilion with Juedian, said goodbye to Qingyuan and others, and went down the mountain.

After a while, the two had already left the territory of Dengfeng and stepped into the boundary of Ruzhou.

The two ate a full meal in a small shop, took a rest, and continued on their way.It was not dark yet, the speed of the two was astonishing, they had already passed Ruzhou, and went deep into Nanyang Mansion.

After dinner, the two rented two guest rooms, meditated for an hour to refresh their energy, and continued their journey in the dark.Traveling at night has a different flavor.

After a while, the two drove seventy or eighty miles in one go.After driving for another twenty or thirty miles, the two slowed down a bit, but they did not let the horse run.

As he was running, Fang Jianming suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Juedian, saying: "There is someone." Seeing some old trees in the east, he stretched out his hand and pointed.Jue Dian understood immediately.The two came under the old tree, climbed up the branches, and hid in it.

After a while, under the faint moonlight, I saw a figure approaching from afar like lightning, with five people following closely behind.

Fang Jianming stared at it, slightly startled.It turned out that the person who ran in the front was none other than Nangong Yi, the current Patriarch of the Nangong Family. The five people chasing him were the false Taishang, Lawless, Wutian, Huaxiangzhu and a middle-aged man.

"Young Master Nangong, you can't get rid of us, you should come back to the Nangong Family with us." The fake empress shouted loudly.

Nangong Yi ran for dozens of feet, then suddenly turned around, flipped his palms, and said, "Come on, how can I, Nangong Yi, be afraid of you?"

(End of this chapter)