The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 298

Hui Xin clasped his palms together and smiled slightly: "The poor monk is very sure, if there is no one else, it is the poor monk, and this thing should also be a gift from the city master Li Haifeng."

Yang Ruoxin's eyes lit up, she couldn't help looking at her, and said unexpectedly: "But you don't look as good as your father said, you're just younger."

Huixin shook his head and smiled, and heard Yang Guo say, "The Dagan Empire upholds Taoism, and the Dakun Empire follows Buddhism. The two sects have been hostile to each other for thousands of years. I have also traveled here with Long Er over the years, but I also met some new friends. .”

According to Yang Guo's jumping temperament, it is no problem to meet heroes, but unfortunately there is no big wave in the end.

Because of these two countries, congenital has become a common phenomenon.

"Master, over the years, I have collected some martial arts cheats here. Of course, we can't enter some big factions, and there is no need to enter, but I can only stop at the fifth level of innate right now. possible."

"Don't underestimate yourself. There is no end to the way of martial arts. It is still very important to understand at any time. You see, you don't have a famous teacher to guide you. Haven't you been here for so many years?"

The innate realm is difficult to say, but it is not difficult to say, but some people hit a wall.

From the beginning of the practice, Huixin has been groping a little bit. Although it is guided by the Great Dream Heart Sutra, Huixin always feels that it is not that simple.

This matter was like a mystery from the beginning.

Thinking back, in the Wulong Temple, why did Zen Master Yongde gather together like that and send a copy of Shaolin inner strength and mental method, the reason for this has no way of research.

But some things are meant to happen.

"Father, what kind of realm is Wu Zong, and practicing martial arts is too boring."

Yang Ruoxin said a little unhappy.

The little dragon girl smiled bitterly, pulled Yang Ruoxin's clothes and said, "Ruoxin, you can't be so rude, don't look at the young master, he was also a very famous figure in the Song Dynasty back then, and for some reason, he retired from the world for more than ten years, but Jianghu has never forgotten the master."

"That's right. In the battle between Song and Mongolia, if the master hadn't captured the Mongolian Khan, Song wouldn't have turned defeat into victory. It's just what happened later. Thinking about it now, I feel chilling."

Huixin covered her face and said, "What happened back then can only be said to be an accident. The top priority is that the poor monk wants to find Xiang'er, or seek Zhang Sanfeng's help. If the poor monk is not wrong, he once stayed in the Song Dynasty, but among them The whole story, the poor monk can't explain too clearly."

"Zhang Sanfeng, that's a very familiar name. Are you talking about Zhang Laodao, the ancestor of Wudang?"

Yang Guo and Xiao Longnv looked at each other, they were a little shocked.

Unexpectedly, there are still acquaintances in the rivers and lakes, but Wudang is too far away from the northern Xinjiang snowfield, it can't be arrived in a day or two, even if it is a horse-drawn carriage, it will take at least half a year.

"Master, maybe you don't know very well. The Dagan Empire favors martial arts and has never banned martial arts. Zhang Laodao, as the leader of the Taoist sect, doesn't mean that he can be seen just by meeting him, and he has been in seclusion for many years now..."

Huixin waved his hands and said, "Not only that, even the founder of the Dagan Empire, Dugu Qiubai, was also from the Song Dynasty, and the summer resort built by the poor monk is the sword mound set up by the sword demon Dugu Qiubai."

"It's true, how can there be such a thing in the world?"

The three of them quickly looked at Hui Xin with questioning expressions.

"Amitabha, this poor monk doesn't bother to lie to you, and look at the weapon. It is the sharp weapon that Dugu Qiubai held in his early years, the black iron sword! There is also this pair of gloves, called Sha Na, which were made by senior Dugu with special metals. Self-recognition of the master belongs to a special strange weapon."

As if juggling, two weapons were produced.

It made Yang Ruoxin's eyes widen, but she didn't see anything from Huixin.

Huixin smiled and said, "If you want to talk about the poor monk, you have a relationship with this senior Dugu Qiubai. Even Guo Xiang, Dongfang Bubai's previous life, was once a disciple of Dugu Qiubai. Even her name is Senior Dugu Qiubai." from."

"It's no wonder that Guo Xiang has such a powerful skill. It's just that Dugu Qiubai hasn't shown up for more than a hundred years. It's rumored that he has already become a fairy, but these things can't be verified anymore."

Huixin sighed secretly, and said, "So the poor monk must find them, because they may be able to find the trajectory and truth of this world."

"Since the master said so, it is my duty to go to Daqian Imperial Capital with the master."

"No hurry, no rush, the poor monk has no plans to go out to practice for the time being, because the poor monk has not figured out the rules of the Daqian Empire, not to mention that the poor monk also needs to change clothes, otherwise, no matter where he goes, the image of this monk will be the same. A liability."

Huixin took off the headgear, and secretly mobilized the inner strength of the Taoist sect. Her hair grew out of her head like a reverse growth, and it formed a large scale in a short while.

He also took out a Taoist robe given by Daoist Shi, who was proud of the world back then, and smiled at the three of them, "I thought these outfits were for souvenirs, but I didn't expect to use them one day."

Yang Ruoxin clapped her hands and laughed, "Uncle Monk, you look handsome like this, but why do you want to be a monk?"

"Ruoxin, don't be rude!"

Yang Guo scowled, scolded.

Xiao Longnu also pulled the reluctant Yang Ruoxin to sit on the chair and turned her back.

Huixin smiled lightly, shook his head and put on his Taoist robe, "The poor monk has been a monk since he was a child, but because of some accidents, he went retrograde to break through time, reached some worlds that had never existed before, and practiced. In fact, the poor monk didn't understand why he had to be a monk. A monk, but the poor monk is already used to this status and profession."

Yang Ruoxin ignored Xiao Longnu's eyes, and said crisply, "Then don't be a monk, what's so good about being a monk, you have to abide by so many rules and regulations, can you bear it?"

"To tell you the truth, little benefactor Yang, the poor monk has broken all the Buddhist precepts, but the poor monk still yearns for the Buddhist world in his heart, and he doesn't want to give up just like this."

"Hmph, fake monk, be ashamed."

Yang Ruoxin broke free from Xiaolongnu's support, made a cute face at Huixin, and ran back to the back house.

Yang Guo was a little helpless and said, "I've been spoiled by me, master, don't mind."

"What he said is also true. Whether it is a real monk or a fake monk, there is nothing wrong with a poor monk. What's more, as long as you don't lose your heart to the Buddha, it doesn't matter what other people point out. I go my own way and deal with others. No worries."

Although Huixin was shocked in her heart, she recovered quickly.

But in her heart, she felt that what Yang Ruoxin said was right, she was so aggrieved, she didn't look like a real monk, but if she wanted to change, it wouldn't be so easy.

"Don't gossip, today the poor monk will accompany Master Yang to have a good time. After the poor monk stays in Xueyuan City for a while, he will leave for Wudang."

"Please!"

(End of this chapter)