The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 285
"No. [-] in the world... No. [-] in the world..."

The green-clothed monk murmured to himself, swinging the broom carelessly, and kept repeating the four words in a soft voice, and a few sparse white beards moved automatically without wind.

"I don't know the benefactor, but do you know someone with the surname Chen?"

"Oh?" Chen Zhuo closed the scriptures in his hand, his eyes sparkled with interest, "Have you seen it?"

The sweeping monk is not young, his skin is scorched yellow, his cheeks are slightly sunken, let alone nearly a hundred years old, which is very similar to the age of the three elders.

He shook his head and said: "Yes or no, in the past, Master Hongyun, the master of his family, galloped in the Zen forest and met no opponents. Buddhism and martial arts have reached the state of the unity of Buddha and me. In this world, except for Xiaoyaozi who reappeared in the world, no one in the world can rival... Sigh ,such a pity……"

Hearing something in the monk's words, Chen Zhuo put back the scriptures, his eyes flickered, and he said with a leisurely smile, "Could it be that you met that person surnamed Chen?"

The sweeping monk was neither sad nor happy, and said to himself: "When my master thought he was really invincible, he once traveled far away. This trip was originally to debate Buddhism with eminent monks of Tubo Tantra, but who would have thought that he would I went, I went there for more than three years, and when I came back, I sat silently for five years. I was also kept in the door by my teacher at that time. It was not until the teacher passed away that he told me A little-known secret."

Having said this in one breath, the Jintai monk raised his eyelids and looked at Chen Zhuo: "It turned out that when he was going west, he passed an unnamed low mountain. It was snowing heavily in mid-winter, and there were two people drinking and playing chess on that mountain; Both of them have unusual backgrounds, one is a sloppy Taoist, and the other is a layman in Tsing Yi who can't see his true face."

Chen Zhuo let out an "oh", and after thinking about it carefully, he thought of a sentence in the stone hall, "Ten years of discussion with Chen Tuan".It seems that the Hongyun monk must have broken into the place where the two of them were discussing Taoism.

The sweeping monk continued: "My master was curious, so he couldn't help but take another look. Unexpectedly, the two people's lives are extraordinary, and they have extraordinary skills. Just one glance, the teacher's consciousness seems to fly into Inside the chess game, one can see the wonders of heaven and man. Black and white games are normal, but on the chessboard, the chess pieces of both sides are like fighting on the battlefield. The mountains and rivers are split, the stars are fighting, and the two sides are fighting in the dark."

At this point, the Jintai monk heaved a sigh of relief, and his tone changed subtly. He looked at Chen Zhuo, and continued to say in a complicated tone: "Although my master was fascinated by it, those two didn't pay attention to it. By chance, I was fortunate enough to watch this situation; after seeing this, I don't know the years, and I am intoxicated in it. When I am hungry, I drink the wine carried by the two people, and it is difficult to distinguish the age. "

AhZi's clever eyes widened, her red lips were wide open, she also forgot to run away, she couldn't help exclaiming: "Didn't your master meet an immortal?"

Monk Jintai smiled lightly, and said with emotion: "Yes, when I heard this secret for the first time, I also reacted like you. It was only when my mentor encountered the so-called 'Lan Ke Chess Game', the gods are first-rate, but in fact the two are incompatible. Ordinary peerless figures are using chess to discuss the way; when the family teacher is watching, the chess has reached the middle of the game, even if it is so, it has been forgotten for three years, I really don’t know how long those two have been fighting."

Chen Zhuo was in a daze for a moment when he heard the words, and said softly, "Could it be that among those two people is the person named Chen that you mentioned?"

"That's right!" Jintai monk nodded, "According to my teacher, that scruffy Taoist should be 'Mr. Xiyi', and that layman in Tsing Yi vaguely heard Chen Tuan calling him as layman Chen, so he had to have a surname instead of his name. name."

After he finished speaking, his eyes turned, and he suddenly pointedly said: "I don't know what the three of you think about the methods of this person surnamed Chen?"

"It doesn't matter how high the means are. A hundred years ago, this person might have been the number one at the time, but it's still unknown who will be stronger or weaker in a hundred years... Jintai, hehe, you are still alive, I still think you have already sat down It's a pile of bones."

Hearing the cold voice at first, suddenly saw a person walking out of a dark corner of the Sutra Pavilion.

But he is a scholar in blue robes, with a face like a crown of jade and hair like silver frost. It can be seen that he is not young. There are many fine lines around his eyes. He is thin. He has a goatee on his chin and two short mustaches on his upper lip. His face is rigid , a pair of red phoenix eyes are embellished like pearls, like an old scholar who has studied books all his life.

"Mr. Lan, you also want to participate in the Heroes Conference?" Monk Jintai said.

The scribe sneered and said, "The Hero Conference? It's just a bunch of scumbags. As for my reason for coming, monk, you know better than me. Since someone deliberately lured us old guys into the world, naturally I will come here for a while. Besides, I have to count An old debt; the old man has confiscated several disciples in his life, and most of them are dead. Although the most proud one is a Khitan, he has a good foundation and a good disposition. , it won my heart, but it is a pity that he was killed, and his wife and children did not survive."

At this point, the scholar's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he said coldly: "The old man has been compiling classics in the palace all these years, and he doesn't care about world affairs. If the secret of ascension in the daytime hadn't been revealed, I wouldn't bother to come out; but since I'm here, If I don't avenge my disciple today, I will be a teacher in vain... Don't think I don't know, you were the one from Shaolin who did it back then."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Ah Zi carefully hid aside, and did not forget to drag Chen Zhuo behind her, her eyes kept rolling, she was clever and weird, most likely she was thinking of a way to get out.

"Hey, little girl, don't you fall in love with this young man? But you have been deceived by him. I am afraid that this boy is not as good as us. He hides his secrets and is very powerful... As for the man surnamed Chen, I don't know. It is unheard of, but I heard that Chen Tuan has also appeared and is still in the world, whether it is true or not, there is a chance to verify it."

I heard laughter again, but I saw a figure standing in front of the bookshelf at some point, wearing a plain monk's robe, but not bald like a monk, but with long hair in a shawl, facing away from the crowd, flipping through the scriptures, Can't see the truth.

As soon as this person appeared, both the Jintai monk and the blue-robed scholar all stared at him.

The monk didn't turn his head back, and said in a light tone: "There is another one who should show up, why didn't Xiaoyaozi come? I heard that he has gone mad? Is it good?"

"Don't bother, my teacher is still safe!"

A faint voice sounded, and everyone suddenly saw a figure in front of them, like a ray of breeze falling to the ground, rolled out of thin air, and the white shirt fluttered, turning into a handsome man.

It is Wuyazi.

With a flick of his sleeves, he glanced at Chen Zhuo. He seemed to feel that the other party's skill was improving, so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, then looked straight at the long-haired monk, and said in a neutral tone, "Is your surname Duan?"

The monk flipped through the scriptures by himself, as if he had grasped the essence, indulged in it, and replied: "Hehe, in our opinion, Xiaoyaozi is the best, and it's fine if he is good, and the disciples he taught are still good. One is more powerful than the other; in comparison, the Murong family is far behind, the more they live, the more they go back, and that old Murong Longcheng even went to Dali and chopped up my grave."

As soon as this remark came out, someone outside the Sutra Pavilion snorted coldly and said: "Your Duan family is almost the same. No one has practiced the Six Meridian Excalibur since you, so they rely on the 'one yang finger' to fill the gap." Fill your face."

The voice was outside, and everyone's eyes seemed to be a fire out of thin air.

But seeing the red robe like fire, a majestic figure stood proudly, with a menacing aura, and the sword intent in his eyes was illusory, as if it was real.

The person who came was Murong Longcheng.

I don't want the long-haired monk to laugh, his tone changed, and he just smiled strangely like an old urchin: "Unfortunately, recently a junior in my Duan family has comprehended the 'Six Meridians Excalibur', but your Murong family is afraid If it doesn’t work, I heard that my martial arts has been abolished, tsk tsk..."

(End of this chapter)