Across the heavens starting from the Buddhist King Kong

Chapter 68 Mongolia
After leaving Longmen, Zheng Gui and his disciples used lightness kung fu to catch up.

Zheng Gui was full of doubts and wanted to find Master Fang Sheng to inquire about it, but his pace was getting faster and faster.

After walking for about an incense stick, I saw Master Fang Sheng sitting in the shade of a tree. Opposite him was a wonton picker. The wonton seller was an old man in his 50s. He had a philistine face and was smiling in the boiling water pot Putting down the freshly wrapped wontons, he was still chanting: "Monk, wait a moment, I made the stuffing with shepherd's purse, fungus, shiitake mushrooms, geese mushrooms, and Hericium erinaceus. It's just for you monks to eat. You eat it." You won’t feel hungry after the last bowl at night…”

As he was talking, the old man saw Zheng Gui and his disciples, and waved his hands: "There are two more monks, come, you too, have a bowl of vegetarian wontons..."

Seeing that Master Fang Sheng was looking at him with a smile, Zheng Gui said with a smile: "Alright, please cook two bowls for our master and apprentice."

The old man took out two small stools from one end of the picket and placed them beside Fang Sheng, saying: "Two monks, please sit down, it will be ready in a while."

After Zheng Gui and Yi Guang sat down, Fang Sheng saw that their master and apprentice kept looking at the old man cooking wontons, and said, "This benefactor He Sanqi is a master of Yandang Mountain.

He sold wontons for a living since he was a child. After he learned martial arts, he still carried a pair of wontons around the rivers and lakes. People in the martial arts are always respectful when they talk about it.

Ching Xing Zen Master, there are more than tens of millions of wonton sellers in the streets and alleys of the world, but if they sell wontons and are from the martial arts world, it must be He Sanqi. "

He Sanqi chuckled, and said: "Master Fang Sheng, don't finish calling the benefactors. You monks have to pay for my wontons, nine cents a bowl, but it's not cheap."

Master Fang Sheng laughed, and took out the nine-wen coin from his bosom, before seeing any movement in his hand, the copper coin fell into the bamboo tube in front of He Sanqi with a clatter.

He Sanqi chuckled, quickly filled [-] wontons, did not put green onion and coriander, just sprinkled some bamboo salt and handed it to Yiguang, saying: "I know it is for the great monks to eat, I specially prepared bamboo salt, hehe , Ching-xing Zen master also try my handicraft."

Zheng Gui took the bowl and spoon from Yiguang, and after eating a wonton, he felt that the dough was smooth and tender, and the filling was delicious. He praised: "A little mushroom is nothing, but when they are put together , and you can tell they're a delicious treat."

Yiguang buried his head in eating, while He Sanqi smiled and said, "The Great Monk really knows the goods, and my hard work in preparing the ingredients is not in vain."

After a while, Zheng Gui and Yiguang finished eating the wontons and clear soup, and Yiguang hurriedly presented eighteen copper coins with both hands respectfully.

After He Sanqi took it, he packed up the ravioli, turned around and left with a long roar, carrying the stove on one end, and pots and pans on the other, slowly wandering into the forest.

Master Fang Sheng put his hands together and said, "Thank you Zen Master Ding Xing for donating the medicine. If you master and apprentice are free, can you go with me?"

Zheng Gui smiled and said, "I don't dare to ask for what I want."

The two monks smiled tacitly, and then walked slowly to the north.

After walking for a while, Zheng Gui asked straight to the point: "The poor monk has something unclear, and the master dares to clarify."

Master Fang Sheng said: "Chan Master, but it's okay to say."

"From my point of view, your martial arts are top-notch in the world. Who can hurt you? And why did you hide it at the Dragon Gate Conference? Could it be that you have something to hide?"

Master Fang Sheng's face shook, he let out a long sigh, and said: "Shaolin Temple and Hengshan School belonged to the Buddhist sect for hundreds of years, and they have had many contacts, the old monk said it's okay if you know...

Zen master Qualitative, do you know who hurt me and when did I get hurt? "

Seeing the bitter expression on Master Fang Sheng's face, Zheng Gui knew that the person who hurt him must be someone with a lot of background, and asked, "Who is it? Could it be the leader of the Demon Cult, Dongfang Bubai?"

"That's right, it's the Undefeated East."

Fang Sheng nodded, Yi Guang's expression changed, but Zheng Gui's expression remained unchanged.

Fang Sheng, who secretly observed Zheng Gui's master and apprentice, felt admiration, and said: "Zhan Master Ding Xing has a profound cultivation level, and he is worthy of being the closed disciple of Master Compassionate...

Do you know that my injury was caused by Dongfang Bubai's palm imprint on the back of my heart six years ago, if I hadn't met an old senior of your Wuyue Sword Sect who had retired in seclusion, I am afraid that my bones would have turned into rot..."

Zheng Gui knew that the seniors of the Wuyue Sword School had withered one after another many years ago. In recent years, only the Taishan School has some seniors left, but their martial arts may not be as high as those of the Taoists of Tianmen, let alone save the next life from Dongfang Bubai. Thinking of being able to compete with Dongfang Bubai, Feng Qingyang is the only one Fang Sheng admires.

"Could it be that the senior the master mentioned is Master Feng Qingyang from Huashan?"

Master Fang Sheng slowed down his pace, nodded and said: "That's right, it's Senior Feng. Dongfang Bubai hadn't become the sect leader at that time, and his martial arts were far superior to the old monk. I was injured by his heavy palm. Recovery, if I just said clearly that I am afraid that my Zhengjiao will fear the Devil's Cult, I can only wrong you, Zen Master..."

Zheng Gui smiled slightly and said: "It's okay, Shaolin Temple also has many panacea, and there are countless gods and monks with excellent medical skills. How can your injury last so long?"

Master Fang Sheng sighed softly: "If it weren't for my Shaolin panacea, the old monk would have passed away six years ago, and the martial arts of the Eastern leader are unfathomable. Looking back now, I still know that I am far from his opponent. Senior brother followed the example of the old senior, I can't think of a third person who can rival him..."

Zheng Gui thought: Dongfang Bubai probably hadn't started to practice the Sunflower Collection back then, or he had just started to practice. If it was changed to the present, Dongfang Bubai's martial arts might have improved to a higher level. Nine is not Dongfang Invincible's opponent, as for Feng Qingyang...it's hard to say...

After all, the name Dongfang Bubai means that he is a well-deserved number one master in the world, and the four masters Ren Woxing, Linghu Chong, Xiang Wentian, and Shangguan Yun who besieged Dongfang Bubai could only be hanged and beaten. If Ren Yingying hadn't tortured Yang Lianting Dongfang Invincible was distracted, and the battle at that time must have been easily won by Dongfang Invincible.

After talking for a while, Master Fang Sheng seemed to casually talk about some things about the Songshan School. What he said revealed that Zuo Lengchan had the world in mind and was full of ambitions. It was due to the friendship of the Buddhist sect, and half of it was because they wanted to trip the Songshan sect.

Zheng Gui understands that Shaolin Temple is not entirely out of good intentions, but the affairs of the world are disturbing and everyone seeks their own interests. The Hengshan School has no intention of challenging Shaolin Temple's status as the Big Dipper of Mount Tai. If they can deepen their relationship with Shaolin Temple, they will be able to help in the future.

After figuring out this joint, Zheng Gui and Fang Sheng communicated more openly and freely, not only talking about a lot of things in the world, but also asking a lot about Buddhism.

When it was time to part, Zheng Gui, in order to give himself an excuse to obtain Shaolin's unique skills in the future, immediately expressed his reverence for the Shaolin Yijin Jing, which can be regarded as a precautionary measure.

After all, if the Songshan School wants to grow bigger, it will definitely challenge the status of Shaolin Temple. In case Shaolin Temple wants to use Hengshan School to divide Wuyue Sword School and suppress Songshan School in the future, he must also propose learning the Yi Jin Jing as a condition. If it is done, the most important purpose of my trip to laugh proudly will be achieved.

Master Fang Sheng didn't seem to understand Zheng Gui's deep meaning, he smiled and said: "Although the Yi Jin Jing is good, it is only a way to strengthen the body and protect the Tao. Martial arts are just a foreign thing in my Buddhist school. Zen Master Ding Xing is afraid that it will be delayed if he indulges in martial arts." You have achieved a positive result...

However, Chan Master really wants to practice this internal skill, and he may be able to achieve it. Practicing this skill is about predestined relationship, but this old monk has no predestined relationship with it. My senior brother in charge of the sect has a broad mind, so why not Zen Master follow me back to Shaolin to visit my senior brother. If he sees you, Zen Master Dingxing, Maybe I can pass on your thoughts. "

Zheng Gui knew in his heart that he was not the head of Hengshan, and he was not a young talent like Linghu Chong who passed down the peerless swordsmanship, and he didn't even have the luck to learn the Yi Jin Jing. Own?
So he didn't take Fang Sheng's rebuttal seriously, just bowed to thank him, and said: "Thank you, master, I just admire Shaolin's magical skills, and I don't have any wrong thoughts."

Zheng Gui and Fang Sheng chatted very happily, and they didn't know they had walked all the way to Dengfeng County until they were about to break up.

Seeing many soldiers riding horse-drawn carts bravely towards Zhengzhou on the official road, they looked very urgent, Master Fang Sheng sighed lightly, and said: "The imperial court is going to use troops against the Tatars again, and I don't know how many souls will die in the desert. I don't know where to go..."

Fang Sheng lamented that all living beings are suffering, so he invited Zheng Gui to accompany him to Shaolin Temple for a few days. Zheng Gui did not intend to go to Shaolin Temple to meet Fang Zheng, because he knew that Fang Zheng could not teach him the Yi Jin Jing, and his status was even worse. It was impossible to make any promises to Shaolin Temple, so he resolutely bid farewell to Master Fang Sheng.

Leaving Dengfeng, the more you walk north, the more you can see the guards of the state capitals galloping north on the official road.

After all, Yiguang was born as a Snitch, and the yo team was gifted with the unique ability to inquire about the news. When they went to buy food, they inquired about it and figured out the reason.

It turns out that the Mongols have been occupying the grassland with various tribes since the fall of the Yuan Dynasty. For nearly a hundred years, the east has been divided into four Tatar tribes, all of which are the golden blood of Genghis Khan, and the west has become Oara.

The strength of the Oala tribe has always been stronger than the four Tatar tribes, but because of the Mongolian tradition, the nominal Khan has always been elected by the four Tatar tribes, and the leader of the Oara tribe can only be the second-ranking grand master.

The Oala tribe has strong soldiers and horses, and the previous grand masters can abolish the Khan at will, which makes the four Tatar tribes have been waiting for opportunities to retaliate.

Three months ago, there was a plague in the Oala tribe, and the Taishi Arutai died of illness. The four Tatar tribes suddenly went west and attacked the Oara tribe under the order of Eredetmu Erhan, and killed the Mongolian Taishi family. A big melee between the Oala and Tatar tribes.

The Chen Han court had long wanted to completely wipe out the Mongolian regime outside the Great Wall. After hearing the news, it began to pay money and food to appease Oirat, preparing to accept it as a vassal. It was wiped out.

Since ancient times, the affairs of the court have had little to do with people in the martial arts world, because chivalry is prohibited by martial arts, and people in the martial arts world have always been people who do not obey the law and discipline, and have no eyes for the emperor.

Even the more chaotic the times, the more various sects and sects open up their doors to recruit disciples and strengthen their strength. When the imperial court uses troops to the north, it will only make the salt, iron, grain and other businesses of the major sects' subordinates earn a lot of money. Pies are not exempt.

Zheng Gui sighed softly, and said: "After the war, regardless of victory or defeat, there will be refugees all over the place. After we return to the mountains, we will start to set up lower courts in various provinces. In the future, we will accept more lonely and helpless children. Little power."

Yiguang took out two pancakes from his bosom, and said: "Master, I will serve you for dinner. I see that all the juniors in the monastery have mastered martial arts. After a few more years, they will be able to go down the mountain and go to various provincial capitals to beg for alms and build monasteries. The lower house has been opened, and disciples will pay more attention to this matter in the future, so you can rest assured."

Zheng Gui saw that the sky had darkened after eating the biscuits, so he asked, "Where is this place?"

While eating the cake, Yiguang said, "Master, this is the boundary of Mengzhou, and the Yellow River is more than 20 miles away. There is a cave temple there, which has long been dilapidated. We can rest there tonight."

Zheng Gui picked up the sesame seeds on his shirt and ate them one by one, then got up and said, "Then let's go faster and stop at the Grotto Temple."

The two masters and apprentices continued on their way, and finally heard the waves of the Yellow River when it was too dark to travel.

Zheng Gui felt the coolness, and knew it was the water vapor from the Yellow River. He squinted his eyes and looked towards the hillside ahead, and saw a dilapidated monastery whose halls had collapsed. Only a Buddhist pagoda was in good condition, and the doors and windows under the pagoda were faintly shining.

"Is there anyone in the temple?"

The Yiguang monk's robe flashed and ran several feet away, and came back after a while, and said with a smile: "Master, there are a few Mongolians in the tower, although they all wear our Han clothes, they still speak and behave like Mongolians. "

Zheng Gui frowned and said, "Why does the imperial court send troops to Mongolia, but there are Mongols here? Are they spies?"

Yi Guang shook his head lightly, and said: "Probably not. I see how many women and children they have. How can the spies drag their families with them? They must have entered the customs to do business, because they couldn't go back after the war, so they ended up here."

Zheng Guigui: "It's okay to be spies, we are outsiders, so don't worry about it."

The two masters and apprentices climbed up the hillside, and when they entered the pagoda without a door, they saw a fire burning in the middle. There was a blanket on one side of the fire, and four men and women wearing bunts slept on it. One of them was about ten years old. A young boy, two girls, and a fat white woman took out a cloth blanket from the package, and outside the blanket sat three men, all holding machetes in their hands.

Seeing Zheng Gui's master and apprentice coming in, the three men stared, seeing that there were only two young monks, they looked away.

Zheng Gui and Yi Guang didn't talk to them, they picked a clean place far away, swept the dust away with their sleeves, and sat cross-legged.

There are outsiders in the pagoda, and the master and the apprentice are inconvenient to practice luck, so they can only meditate and recite Buddhist scriptures silently.

After a long time, the bonfire in the tower was almost extinguished, the air and light dimmed, and the three men began to fall asleep with their heads drooping.

Suddenly a few dogs barking and horse hissing came from a distance, followed by rumbling horseshoes breaking the tranquility of the night.

"Has the thief come after you?"

A few Mongolian words suddenly sounded in the tower, and the three men went out to investigate with machetes in their hands. The sleeping woman, the boy and the girl also sat up, each pulled out the daggers hidden in their boots, and looked at him with uncertain eyes. Looking outside the door, the two girls were trembling slightly.

Zheng Gui and Yiguang also opened their eyes, and Yiguang's clothes disappeared into the night as soon as he moved, and reappeared in a moment, and said in a low voice: "A troop of cavalry came outside, about a dozen of them, although they were dressed as Han Chinese, they actually It should be the cavalry of the Mongols, and the three of them have been shot by them just now."

Zheng Gui sighed lightly: "It seems that those Mongols are their enemies."

"Abenduha..."

A string of Mongolian words sounded outside, and then a dozen footsteps were heard coming towards the tower gate.

Those boys, girls, and women turned pale with fright. The girls and women curled up, while the boys stood up with gritted teeth, listening to the sound of footsteps getting closer, and facing the direction of Zheng Gui and Yiguang in the dark night. Said in Chinese: "The enemies outside are here to hunt and kill me. If they see you, you will die, so run away!"

Zheng Gui saw that this young man was quite responsible, so he felt good in his heart, and looked at Yiguang.

Yi Guang naturally understood the meaning of his mentor, and said, "Young man, what is your name and what is your identity?"

The young man said in a deep voice: "Are you desperate? Go away..."

Before the boy finished speaking, a group of big men rushed in with sharp knives and torches. When they saw the boy, the woman and the girl, they all showed joy. people.

"Good!"

The big men and the young man felt a flash in front of them, and a young monk appeared in front of them.

(End of this chapter)