The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 129 Chuang Wang's legacy, the master in the temple

The first year of Xuantong, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

In Xiaoxian County, Xuzhou Prefecture, JS Province, a heavy snowfall fell last night, covering a place called "Baitu Village" in the county.

Looking around, it is full of silver frost and white snow, covering the bare barren mountains and fields, and also covering the dead trees and rotten leaves; in the ice and snow, there are only some vigorous old trees with twisted branches, showing strange shapes, hanging on the branches. Full of frost.

There is a mountain here called Tianmen Mountain, and there is a temple in the mountain called Tianmen Temple.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, it was on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and when I caught up with the Tianmen Temple to give porridge, many faithful men and women along the mountain road and nearby villagers all woke up early, carrying bowls and cans, and they were already going up the mountain.

Although it is called "Tianmen Temple", there are no monks or nuns living in the temple, so it is a nunnery.

Among the pilgrims who climbed the mountain one after another, there was a man in his early thirties who was also chasing the crowd, wearing a felt hat, walking up the mountain, with a thin and resolute face, wearing a green cotton gown with two sleeves sewn into it The cotton sleeves covered with fluff cover the hands, and the feet are two thick cotton shoes, the soles of which are extremely soft when stepped on, making no sound.

Chen Zhuo's steps seem to rise and fall normally, but the speed of his feet is extremely fast.

Looking up, I saw that the mountain of "Tianmen Mountain" seemed to be split by the ax from the sky. The two peaks stand on the wall, facing each other from a distance.

The incense here is at its peak, the most among all temples. Even though the world is hard and difficult, there are still an endless stream of pilgrims and believers.

The place where the porridge is presented is set at the place where the temple fair is held on weekdays. There is a stage, and many hawkers come to join in the fun. They drive two large pots on the flat ground, with firewood burning underneath, and the smoke is overflowing.

But he didn't come here for this porridge.

Uncertainly, he glanced at the master craftsmen who were presenting the porridge, and Chen Zhuo's eyes flashed, and he went straight to the mountain without stopping.

Chuang Wang's legacy.

Now that the serious trouble is gone, and the Qing government is overthrown and the shackles are gone, even if he has no ambitions, he still wants to add fuel to the flames and fuel the fire for the group of passionate people with lofty ideals; Wu's reading and industrial science are all indispensable expenses. Before returning to the north, Gu Yu gave him the place where this relic was buried.

Now, just come to have a look.

It is snowy, there are pilgrims going up the mountain from time to time on the road, and there are a few young masters sweeping the snow along the steps, breathing warm air into the palm of their hands from time to time, looking ignorant, probably at the age of fifteen or sixteen, looking around, seeming to be right Everyone outside the mountain was curious, and when they met pilgrims to salute, they were in a hurry, proclaiming the Buddha's name, and returning the salute one by one.

Chen Zhuo is also among them, the only difference is that he does not worship the Buddha when he enters the temple, but only pays incense money.

He was speechless all the way until he finally stopped in the Great Hall of Great Heroes.

Gu Yu once told him that there is not only one treasure left by King Chuang, there are many scattered places, and what he is looking for is one of them.

But Gu Yu also only knew that the leftover treasure was hidden in the palace, but he didn't know the details, so he had to explore it by himself.

There are quite a few temples here, at least twenty or so, and they were built one after the other, but only the Daxiong Hall is special, with its back leaning against the cliff wall, the wall embedded with the rock wall, and there is a huge rock under the rock that looks like a different peak, stretching into it. In the hall, there is a Buddha statue on it, which is unusual.

Seeing that there was no one around for the time being, he walked half a circle around the Buddha statue, took a look at the boulder below, and carefully observed the surrounding floor tiles, before striding away.

Until late at night, heavy snow fell again.

After the pilgrims had dispersed and all the nuns went to bed, Chen Zhuo turned back.

Unexpectedly, all the halls are completely dark, but the main hall is lit with lights, and there is the sound of knocking on the wooden fish.

"Tattoo..."

Chen Zhuo's eyes secretly changed. In this scene, there are some masters in the temple, and nine out of ten have already noticed his existence.

But instead of retreating, he opened the door openly and entered.

The heavy snow drifted outside the door, and a cluster of inch-long lanterns inside the door swayed and flickered at the feet of the statue, trembling again and again.

On the other side of the green light, there is a nun sitting cross-legged on a futon, wearing a monk's robe and a monk's hat, plucking a rosary with one hand, and beating a wooden fish with the other, with her eyes closed and her neck bowed, chanting scriptures in a low voice.

Chen Zhuo glanced at the mottled statue, then at the nun who was meditating under the lamp, and asked in a deep voice, "Is the mage waiting for me?"

The sound of the wooden fish stopped.

The man opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows, but it turned out to be a very young and out-of-this-world face. His brows and eyes were pale like a painting, and his skin and flesh were cold and white, as if there was no smoke and fire in the world.

"Xiao Ni picks flowers, if the benefactor is here for the treasures here, then I am waiting for you."

While talking, suddenly saw a small gust of wind and frost entangled outside the door, and the frightened lights kept shaking, but the little nun's next actions made Chen Huo's eyes tremble.

This person's two slender palms silently probed, already holding the lantern in vain, with his slender fingers wrapped around the lantern like a palm, as soft as a willow, as if blocking the cold wind from all directions.

What is even more astonishing is that the light gradually became stable, neither due to the wind, nor due to the nun's hand, it was stable.

Chen Zhuo was expressionless, but his hands in his sleeves were slowly stretched out, hanging by his side, he was already calculating this person's strength in his heart; just using one hand to block the wind, this person must be a master of energy at least A master who runs through the whole body.

Looking at his face, he is no more than double ten, but the people in the Buddhist sect use Daoist kung fu, so weird... Could it be that he is an old monster who hides in the mountains and forests?
He slowly closed the door.

"Please benefactor, please don't try to kill anyone. It's all due to a coincidence that Xiao Ni has the ability to do so today. I accidentally picked up two Taoist kung fu from the Yuan Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty in the mountains. It is also because of this that I know the treasures hidden in the palace, so I just waited for a long time. .”

The little nun stood up with a long body, her words were calm, and her bright eyes were calm.

Hearing the words, Chen Zhuo didn't change much on the surface, but he was secretly shocked in his heart. He picked up a cheat book and practiced such extraordinary weather. What kind of understanding is this?
Nianhua said to herself: "Many years ago, there was heavy rain in the mountains for half a month, and many deep-buried ancient objects were washed out, most of which were left over from the Ming and Yuan dynasties. From then on, Xiao Ni knew that someone would come to find him one day."

Her face was calm, and she sighed softly, "The treasure is amazing. If it gets out, it may cause a catastrophe. This Buddhist treasure temple will definitely be turned into a Shura field. At that time, the nearby villagers and nuns here will also be implicated... Yes Therefore, Xiao Ni has been guarding here, waiting for his master."

Nianhua looked at Chen Zhuo, "I don't know how to address you?"

Chen Zhuo's eyes narrowed slightly, but he felt that there seemed to be a hidden murderous intent on the other party, "I'm here, Chen Zhuo!"

Nianhua's calm eyes seemed to light up, "Do you have evidence?"

Chen Zhuo's eyes narrowed sharply, his murderous thoughts fell on the person in front of him, the window paper around him trembled suddenly, the lights shrank, and the lights dimmed, even the Buddha statue seemed to be covered A layer of shadow, as if hiding.

But it was only for a moment before he turned his murderous intentions away.

"As expected, he is the number one assassin in the world!"

The little nun nodded her head and stood up, saluting solemnly, "It turns out that the leader of the 'Shenzhou League' is face to face, and the Shenzhou is gathered together, and he is an outstanding person in the world; since this is the case, I am completely relieved."

She rolled up her sleeves, raised the blue lantern on the ground, walked around to the side of the boulder, stretched out her hand and turned an inconspicuous round stone, and immediately saw the blue brick on the ground slowly lifted up, an iron plate was lifted, and there was a A secret passage slanting downwards was revealed, which was as dark as an abyss, exuding bursts of gloomy coldness.

Chen Zhuo was a little curious, "Did no one find it all these years?"

Nianhua was silent for a moment, then sighed quietly, "Why not? Ever since the news of the ancient relics from the mountains spread, it has attracted many treasure hunters, some with evil intentions, and some people from the rivers and lakes sneaked into the temple and the homes of those villagers. , killing people, using all means...Xiao Ni had no choice but to kill them all in secret!"

She looked at Chen Zhuo again, "When I was giving the porridge today, Xiaoni was startled to feel a sharp sharp edge flashing from the temple, she knew that there was a master coming here, and she was prepared for a fierce fight, even if she lost, I also have to fight to burn jade and stone together."

Chen Zhuo praised: "Master Gao Yi... It seems that there are many crouching tigers, hidden dragons in the land of China!"

Nianhua smiled slightly, held the lamp and walked to the entrance of the secret passage, "I have never gone deep into this entrance, and I am not sure if there is really a treasure underneath, but I have searched the temple dozens of times over the years, and only found this There is an entrance, there may be dangers in it, let Xiaoni go with the leader!"

Without waiting for a reaction, Nianhua has already slipped into the secret passage with a low body.

"Then there will be work!"

Seeing that the lights went down, Chen Zhuo shrank back, and also followed into the dark passage, and the buckled iron plate was slowly closed with the rotation of the mechanism inside, and it fit perfectly.

(End of this chapter)