The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 247

The misty waves are vast, and on the reed pond of the Dongting for thirty miles, I saw a figure coming from the sky, riding the waves like flying, like an osprey, clinging to the blue waves with bare feet, drawing a shallow water mark, stable in the mist and rain, and the dust is ethereal.

The wind and rain were blowing, Jiumozhi was holding Chen Zhuo under his arm, with one hand on his chest, his eyes glanced at Weitang, as if he was trying to identify the direction.

"The benefactor knows that what you said at the inn earlier was enough to cause catastrophe. This poor monk is trying to save you."

Looking at the current world, those with the highest martial arts, even if they reach the pinnacle, will eventually reach the pinnacle.

Although there are rumors of "flying up in the daylight" in the world, it is only a lie after all. Who has seen it with their own eyes?
Although the masters of Taoism have the power of prolonging life and having the appearance of a childlike face and crane hair, they can go to extinction as soon as they reach the limit.

But now, some people say that they have comprehended the secret of ascension in the daytime, isn't it shocking to the world, I am afraid that the emperor can't sit still.

Chen Zhuo was restrained by others, he struggled a few times at will, and seeing that it was difficult to break free, he pretended to be flustered and said: "Tao seeks inaction, Buddha seeks Nirvana, I don't think Master, an eminent Buddhist monk like Master, would also miss the secret of 'ascension in the daytime'."

Jiumozhi originally had the solemn eyebrows and eyes of the treasure, and heard this, he felt a little uncomfortable and said: "My Buddhist school also has the theory of the Western Paradise Pure Land. If you can fly up in the daytime, the poor monk may see the real Buddha."

His eyes were fixed, he had already chosen a direction, and he stretched out his posture again, with his sleeves rolled up, swinging in the wind.

Seeing the misty rain flowing backwards, Chen Zhuo said with a smile, "Since that's the case, my boy, I wish the master an early bliss!"

Thinking it was because of distraction, Jiumozhi nodded first, but immediately came back to his senses, his expression changed, and he said, "The almsgiver is cursing me?"

Chen Zhuo scanned the scenery along the way, and asked without answering, "How did Master come to Middle Earth?"

Jiumozhi said indifferently: "My little monk has been with a senior of the Murong family for a long time. This trip is for an appointment. I originally wanted to go to Dali' Tianlong Temple to discuss Buddhism first. I didn't want to be involved in this catastrophe as soon as I entered the Central Plains."

He also secretly sighed in his heart, this time the secret of "Ascension by Day" has caused a sensation in the world, new and old masters, people from all walks of life, and some old monsters who haven't shown up for a long time will all show up.

"There are more than fifty sets of treasure maps scattered in the rivers and lakes, each of which is different. Presumably, you have to piece them together to get a glimpse of the truth. However, each of them has a shocking unique knowledge. Therefore, the poor monk concluded that the secret of ascension should be true. It's just that the person behind this scene doesn't know where it came from, let alone what the picture is. However, the viciousness of this person's mind is truly unprecedented..."

Jiumozhi was not in a hurry to ask Chen Zhuo the secret of the treasure map, but murmured to himself, thinking and guessing.

"Vicious? How come vicious? According to the kid, the martial arts hidden on the treasure map can surpass the best in the world. This catastrophe is only caused by the greed of people."

Hearing Chen Zhuo's words, Jiumozhi smiled lightly, and said, "The benefactor is not old, and his tone is not young. He can be a master of the world? The Dali royal family's 'Six Meridians Excalibur', 'North Qiaofeng' 'Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms', and the Murong family's 'Dou Zhuan Xing Yi' are all rare in the world. Can the martial arts on your treasure map be compared with them?"

Chen Zhuo said, "Master, are you trying to provoke me?"

"With the strength of the poor monk, why should you be greedy for some supernatural skills and unique learning?" Jiumozhi showed a conceited look, "I am the Tubo national teacher, powerful in the west, and rampant in all directions. Looking at the middle land, there are few people who can compare with the poor monk."

The end is a big tone.

Chen Zhuo said leisurely: "Hehe, the master is really a master in the world. Well, since that's the case, then I won't talk about it. After all, the martial arts hidden on the treasure map is not a magic technique for attacking and attacking. It's just a strange scripture. I think the master will not like it."

Jiumozhi didn't seem to be paying attention, but his ears moved lightly, and he was already listening intently.

"Extraordinary scriptures? Scriptures?"

Chen Zhuo casually continued: "That's right, it seems to be left behind when the 'Bodhidharma Patriarch' came to the east to spread the Dharma and establish a sect in the past. It is called "Shan Zi Jing".

Passed down by Patriarch Bodhidharma?Turn death into life?

Jiumozhi's eyes widened, his face trembled, and he almost fell into the pond.

In the past, Bodhidharma traveled to the east to teach the Dharma, and his 72 unique skills were famous all over the world. There was also a legend about the four great achievements of Shaolin, who left only to return to the west, which was regarded as a myth of martial arts.

Jiumozhi suddenly increased his speed, riding on the waves all the way like flying, the waves under his feet were shallow, and he reached the depths of the reed pond in a short time, and hid in a small boat with Chen Zhuo.

Looking away from a distance, I saw a mountain villa half-hidden and half-revealed amidst the misty rain and blue waves, surrounded by water and surrounded by ponds, with extraordinary grandeur.

The people in the village flitted around, thinking that they had encountered some important event, they all rowed and rushed to the other side.

"The one who won the treasure map in the Shicai Inn was Bao Budong under Mr. Murong's hands. These people probably came to help."

Jiumozhi sat cross-legged on the boat, his face remained calm, but he was pinching the rosary very quickly, nine out of ten he was still in shock because of the "Shan Zi Jing".

"With such a wonderful scripture, what is the purpose of the person behind the scenes? Why does the poor monk always feel uneasy?"

It is rumored that someone in the rivers and lakes has already realized the miraculous skills on the treasure map. He was originally a little-known character, but he has transformed into a master in the world.

Chen Zhuo was pressed by Jiumozhi's shoulders, and he didn't struggle. He put his sleeves in his hands and half squatted, half sitting, like an idler.

He watched those people in boats go away, his eyes flickered, and he said disapprovingly: "The purpose, it's not difficult to guess, I wonder if the master has heard of Miao Jiang's technique of raising Gu?"

Jiumozhi was stunned for a moment, and saw Chen Zhuo looking at the clear water in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Feeding a group of poisons in one cup... If these people in the Jianghu have acquired a skill, they will definitely not be able to resist competing for the second, third, and fourth. At that time, their strength will become more and more refined. Isn't it just the gradual formation of Gu poison, the weak will become stronger, the strong will become stronger, and the peak of the world will also climb to the extreme, reaching an unprecedented level."

Jiumozhi couldn't help laughing, he just thought that Chen Zhuo was ignorant of world affairs and thought too much.

In this catastrophe, not only the famous martial arts masters such as "Northern Qiaofeng" and "Nan Murong", but also strong fighters from various sects, and a group of veterans from all walks of life reappeared in the martial arts world. Who would dare to use the heroes of the world as a gu?
Even if someone really dared to do this, he would not be able to escape the catastrophe of backlash. He would be an enemy of the entire world, and he would be either a lunatic or a fool.

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Chen Zhuo smiled again: "That's probably my guess wrong. What is the truth? Whoever can collect all the treasure maps will find out... When will the master let me go? You don't want the scriptures, and you don't want to listen to the secret of ascension in the daytime."

"When did the poor monk say?" Jiumozhi was now focused on the strange sutra, but he quickly realized, "Now that the benefactor is in the midst of murder, it's better to stay by the poor monk's side obediently."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the people in the villa going away, he took Chen Zhuo out of the small boat, his robe sleeves swayed in the wind, swiped and moved a few times, and he had turned into the villa.

Participate in Hezhuang.

Right now, the village is full of people, Jiumozhi is like a fish in water, familiar with the road, and led Chen Zhuo straight in.

But after walking a while, I suddenly heard a woman's clear and clear laughter like silver bells.

The two came uninvited, and when they heard the movement, they breathed a sigh of relief, slowed down their pace, and waited to look for the reputation. Jiumozhi's original solemn brows and eyes froze suddenly, and his face became expressionless, but his eyelids trembled. Then, like a frightened rabbit, he lowered his eyebrows, moved his lips, and meditated on the Heart Sutra.

Chen Zhuo also had a weird expression, probably because of the strong wind, a green window was half-closed, and in the room, two maids with their chests covered and their hair hanging loose, playing in the water and wiping themselves were smiling coquettishly.

"Master is so elegant!"

"I bother!"

(End of this chapter)