God of War God

Chapter 10 Target Lenga Sutra

Although Chen Yunfeng is a time traveler, part of the memory in his fused soul belongs to Chen Daniu. Everything from childhood to adulthood in this mountain village is like his own personal experience, and it is also something he should do to comfort the old man.

Now that he has practiced martial arts and achieved some success, Chen Yunfeng is not planning to sneak into the arena directly. With his ability to become a third-rate martial artist, he has as many chances of dying no matter how many tricks he uses.

Resting at home for one night, he left Wangshan Village early the next morning for Fanchuan City. Chen Yunfeng, who was wrapped in a rag, easily entered this city that had been occupied by the Mongols. For the Mongolian soldiers, Chen Yunfeng sighed lightly;
In the 120th year of the Southern Song Dynasty, all the emperors were treacherous ministers, and there were countless famous treacherous ministers. The emphasis on literature and despise military affairs still spread throughout the Confucian Song Dynasty, and the weak soldiers and widows were able to maintain it. ;

He doesn't like the corruption of the Song Dynasty, nor the brutality of the Mongols. Anyway, it will be like that in the future. If he deliberately infiltrates the court or pulls up a team to rebel, then his plan to live freely in the world will be in vain.

"Crack." A crisp sound of a horsewhip made Chen Yunfeng, who was watching on the side of the road, quickly look back. In the middle of the road, an old man in his 50s had been knocked down by the horsewhip. It was a Mongolian knight who knocked the old man down. Looking at the guy on the ground, the guy on the horse had already gone away, leaving only the old man struggling on the ground.

Chen Yunfeng looked at the Mongolian soldiers going away, his eyes turned cold. In his thinking, all those who invaded the Central Plains are villains, no matter whether they are merged by China in the end, it is the same. At least these Mongolian soldiers in front of them are no better than the little devils of later generations. How much better.

"Old man, how are you? Do you need help?" Chen Yunfeng quickly walked up to the old man, knelt down and asked in a low voice.

The old man was dressed in commoner clothes, and the bun on his head fell off just now, except for a whip mark on his back that tore his clothes to pieces and revealed a bloodstain, there was no other harm;
The old man tremblingly was supported by Chen Yunfeng, but muttered in his mouth:

"The golden people are gone, and the people are coming, but we ordinary people can only become the targets of their bullying. The young man can help me to the side of the road. I will eat this kind of whip more than once, alas."

Chen Yunfeng's mouth trembled slightly, looking at the several long patches on the old man's back, it should be the result of his frequent flogging by Mongolian soldiers.

Helping the old man to the side of the road, the old man found an acquaintance and went back, but Chen Yunfeng couldn't calm down the entanglement in his heart for a long time. Seeing these scenes, he understood a little bit about Guo Jing who was taught to protect the territory of the Han people since he was a child;

Although that wooden head is stubborn, he can give up everything in his family for the country and the people. In a sense, his reputation as a hero is far more real than the reputation gained by others fighting and killing in the arena.

But Chen Yunfeng still didn't like him, who let him find a beautiful wife like Huang Rong, anyway, the envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart never stopped when he watched Shooting the Condors.

I found a tailor shop on the street. His coarse linen clothes were better than those of the beggars around him. Just walking on the street, several people wanted to throw two steamed buns at him. Chen Yunfeng changed into it. A set of robes with a little spirit, I bought a nasty horse at the livestock market in Fanchuan City and rode away.

"help"

Chen Yunfeng, who was walking all the way, heard a cry for help when he was not far from Nanluo City. He didn't want to be nosy, but he rode over and saw a Mongolian soldier tearing the clothes of a woman in her 30s, lying on the ground. A seven or eight-year-old boy was hacked to death on the spot with a machete, and a tall Mongolian war horse was gnawing on the grass;

The woman's struggle and cries for help made Chen Yunfeng angry. Since these Mongolian soldiers occupied the land of the Song Dynasty, the Han and other ethnic minorities have been their targets of looting. Looking at the current situation, they even burned and killed JY without any hesitation. No scruples anymore.

He got off his horse and shouted in a deep voice:

"stop."

The Mongolian soldier was picking at the woman's clothes, and when he heard Chen Yunfeng's shout, he turned over and stood up, pulled out the scimitar at his waist with a snort, and roared loudly in Mongolian.

Chen Yunfeng didn't know any minority languages, so he signaled the woman on the ground to leave, but the woman threw herself on the dead boy and burst into tears.

"Wow wow."

Just when Chen Yunfeng was frowning, the Mongolian soldier rushed towards Chen Yunfeng with a scimitar in his hand. Seeing the fierce appearance of the Mongolian soldier, Chen Yunfeng, who was fighting for the first time, was still a little nervous. He tapped his toes to the side of his body Avoiding the scimitar, he circulated his true energy and punched the Mongolian soldier on the shoulder.

"puff."

The fist full of qi directly hit the shoulder of the Mongolian soldier, and the huge force made the Mongolian soldier stagger and almost rolled to the ground. The Mongolian soldier who was hit by the fist had pain on his face, baring his teeth and shouting loudly. He raised his knife and rushed to the mountain again.

Chen Yunfeng turned around again to avoid the scimitar and turned behind the Mongolian soldier, and rushed out with his fist again, this time with all his strength, the huge fist hit the Mingmen point on the opponent's vest.

"Uh"

The Mingmen acupoint is located in a death point of the Du Meridian, between the second and third vertebrae. Chen Yunfeng, who has already practiced identifying and tapping acupoints, of course did not realize that he hit the wrong target. This punch only heard the Mongolian soldier's throat With a scream, he straightened his body and fell down.

Seeing that the Mongolian soldier had died, Chen Yunfeng quickly took the looted package from him, took his scimitar in his hand, walked up to the crying woman and said:

"Sister-in-law, hurry up and leave. This Mongolian soldier is already dead, but there are still many Mongolian patrol soldiers around. Once found, it will be dangerous."

"Xiaobao, my little treasure is dead, how can I feel sorry for his dead father?"

The woman was still holding the corpse, screaming continuously, Chen Yunfeng was anxious for a while, but he didn't know how to persuade this woman who was suffering from the loss of her son.

"Hoo puff." Before the ear-piercing whistle stopped, Chen Yunfeng saw a feathered arrow stuck in the chest of the crying woman, and the trembling arrow shaft was still shaking. In the distance, a group of five Mongolian cavalry is coming here from a hundred meters away.

"Shhhhhhh."

A series of feathered arrows shot towards Chen Yunfeng. Chen Yunfeng, who had not yet mastered his skills, rolled over and grabbed the corpses of the Mongolian soldiers from the ground. When he blocked two waves of arrows, which Mongolian soldiers were already closer;
He had no intention of fighting this group of Mongolian cavalry, and knew that he was far from being an opponent of a group of cavalry. Chen Yunfeng turned over and jumped on the horse of the previous Mongolian soldier, and slapped the horse's butt vigorously. The horse galloped forward quickly.

What came was a group of Mongolian patrolling soldiers, the leader jumped off his horse to check the scene, waved his hands and chased after Chen Yunfei in the direction where he was fleeing.
In these places under the iron hooves of the Mongolian soldiers, the common people seemed to be trembling and fearful. Chen Yunfeng sprinted across Shaanxi and crossed the Yellow River, and he breathed a sigh of relief;

Those Mongolian soldiers robbed everywhere along the way. He recklessly imitated the heroes and killed a Mongolian soldier. Unexpectedly, he was chased by a large group of Mongolian soldiers. His ability can only beat three or five soldiers. A well-trained general soldier, fortunately he snatched a Mongolian horse and escaped their pursuit.

After selling his war horse cheaply at the ferry, he found the ferry and left the so-called enemy-occupied area, entered the border of Henan Province, crossed Yanshi and headed straight south. Half a day later, in front of the Shaolin Temple in Songshan, Chen Yunfeng appeared riding a horse in a white robe all his life. A handsome scholar.

When he found Zhike monk, Chen Yunfeng took out a hundred taels of gold as incense money. Of course, the premise was that he needed to copy a few Buddhist scriptures and go home to chant sutras to pray for the old man. Zen Master Tianming walked out.

Tianming is not very old, and he does not have the dusty attitude of the legendary old monk with a two-foot long beard. As the contemporary Shaolin master, Tianming is only in his fifties. This place is not far from the Yellow River. Once the Mongolian soldiers cross the Yellow River, this Songshan Mountain is not an absolutely safe place.

"Amitabha."

Abbot Tianming saw Chen Yunfeng from a distance and walked over, shouting the Buddha's name. Chen Yunfeng also clasped his hands together, bowed to him and said with a smile:

"Master Tianming is highly respected, and it is a great honor to see the demeanor of the master."

"Chen benefactor is being polite. I heard from Zhike monk that the benefactor donated a hundred taels of gold as incense, and wanted to copy some scriptures and go home to pray for his family. I don't know what scriptures the benefactor needs. I will arrange for someone to prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones and a meditation room for the benefactor. "Tianming put his hands together and looked at Chen Yunfeng and said in a harmonious voice.

At this time, Chen Yunfeng was not considered a master. Although his body was strong and his steps were heavy, he was considered a martial artist, but Tianming didn't suspect anything. The so-called rich men and young masters of rich families have the habit of practicing martial arts to strengthen their bodies. It was in this chaotic Southern Song Dynasty;
Although warriors are despised by literati, in fact, those high-ranking officials are also practicing family members one by one, and only a small amount of sour Confucianism will become sick and sick nerds.

Chen Yunfeng had already calculated before coming here that it was absolutely impossible for him to directly ask for the Sri Lanka Sutra. He smiled and said:
"In Mahayana Buddhism, there are many scriptures such as Lotus, Mahāparinirvana, and the Bodhisattva's Vow Sutra. I am copying them home for the elderly. There are too many and they don't have so much energy;
Both the Mahaparinirvana Sutra and the Lotus Sutra can save people, and the Langa Sutra as an explanation of the meaning of the Buddhist scriptures is enough. The abbot can arrange a clean room for the boy, and the boy can finish copying it in about two or three days and go back to be his parents. pray. "

After Chen Yunfeng finished speaking, he cupped his hands and backed away. There are thousands of scriptures in this temple. If he was exhausted copying them all together, he would not be able to finish them all. He was not worried that Shaolin Temple would give him the copied scriptures. There is only one copy of the scriptures in the Buddhist scripture pavilion. The scriptures, as the most basic scriptures, are the words that the monks chanted all the time.

"Amitabha. That's it. Donor Chen, please go to the guest house. Wusan, please take the benefactor there. By the way, Master Jueyuan from the Sutra Pavilion will pick out the scriptures and send them to the clean room." Tianming said in a deep voice, chanting the Buddha's horn.

(End of this chapter)