Gao Wu: My martial arts training relies solely on hard work

Chapter 159 The Holy Monk
Wei and Jin battlefields.

As the sun set in the west, the golden sound rang out, instantly overpowering the sound of fighting that shook the sky, and the originally noisy battlefield fell into silence.

Immediately afterwards, the stalemate soldiers of the Wei and Jin Dynasties quickly broke away in a tacit understanding and retreated like a tide, leaving behind corpses and wounded soldiers.

The setting sun is like blood, and civilian husbands come in to clean up the mess.

They walked into the tragic battlefield where corpses were strewn with broken limbs and limbs. As if their energy and spirit had been drained away, their expressions were dull, and they mechanically collected the corpses and treated the wounded.

Too many people have died, and they have become numb from their initial fear.

"Drink that night, do that night..."

Suddenly, the ethereal sound of Zen singing came, clearly reaching the ears of every citizen.

They subconsciously followed the sound.

I saw a figure dressed in white and snow walking towards the light under the setting sun.

Under the sun, there is a compassionate face, and a holy light emanates from behind.

When the people heard this and saw this person, their fatigue from a hard day's work dissipated, and their sluggish spirits became very excited.

Immediately, someone put their hands together and bowed to the white monk's robe: "Meet the master."

Xuanzang turned a deaf ear and kept chanting, and walked straight into the bloody battlefield.

The leader of the people from the Southern Jin Dynasty was pushed out, walked up to Xuanzang, clasped his hands together, and asked with respect and fear: "I wonder why Master came here?"

The people in the Northern Wei Dynasty wanted to get closer, but they were too timid to do so.

He was captured by the Southern Jin Dynasty under the orders of the Tianshen Sect. Although he was guilty, it did not bring harm to his family.

Anyone who dares to contact the monks of Wanfo Temple will be killed.

Xuanzang said solemnly: "Heal the dying and heal the wounded, and save the souls of the dead."

The leader of the people looked at each other in confusion, "It's no problem to save the souls of the dead, but you didn't even bring a medicine bag, how can you save lives and heal the wounded?"
Seeing this, Xuanzang didn't explain too much. He formed a seal with his hands, and bits of golden light emerged from his body, turning into a piece of sweet rain, which accurately fell on each injured soldier.

All that was seen was that the wound, with its flesh and blood rolling around and gurgling blood, shrank and stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The face that was twisted in pain gradually relaxed and became peaceful.

Several civilian leaders were extremely shocked and murmured to themselves: "What a miracle!"

Such a method has exceeded their cognition.

After all, successful warriors would not spend their energy on healing the untouchables.

I don't know who raised the head, but he knelt down to Xuanzang with a pious look on his face, raised his hands high, touched his head to the ground, and worshiped: "Thank you to the holy monk for saving my life."

In an instant, the soldiers and civilians of the Southern Jin Dynasty knelt down and said, "Thank you to the holy monk."

Wisps of white light invisible to mortal eyes emerged from everyone's bodies and fell behind Xuanzang, forming a circle of light.

There was a smile on Xuanzang's compassionate face.

In the Age of Dharma Ending when saints do not appear, merit is easier to earn than he imagined.

After harvesting a wave, he looked at the leaders of the villagers and said, "Ask a few donors to gather the corpses together, and I will save them."

After the holy appearance in front of others, several civilian leaders almost regarded Xuanzang as a god and praised him repeatedly.

On weekdays, they would beat and scold the treacherous peasant husband, but he worked extra hard today and quickly gathered the corpses to the ground.

Xuanzang sat cross-legged in front of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, formed the root seal of Ksitigarbha, and recited obscure scriptures in a low voice.

Wisps of black energy invisible to ordinary people emerged from each corpse, falling into his arms like a fish returning to the sea.

The originally fair left hand became increasingly pale.

He still sighed secretly: "If it weren't for the red lotus karmic fire that hurts others and hurts ourselves, and it wasn't for the Great Dao, given time, the Buddha would be able to condense it. Why should we fear the true fire of the sun?"

"Buddha is destined to be called the Patriarch of Buddhism and Taoism, but he doesn't want to sit in the sea of ​​​​the underworld and face a group of ghosts with grievances all day long."

After a long time, Xuanzang slowly finished his work, glanced at the envious expressions of the Northern Wei people, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes, and rushed to the next battlefield resolutely.

I just regret that his realm is too low to offend those old guys at Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, otherwise he will also take away the merits and souls of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

A stream of light came from the sky and fell beside Xuan Zang. It was the monk Kong Kong who had just arrived from Zhenwu Sect.

Xuanzang clasped his hands together and saluted: "I've seen Uncle Kong Kong."

Kong Kong hurriedly returned the greeting: "Buddha, no, you have a distinguished status, and I can't bear it."

He said no, but the genuine smile on his face betrayed him.

Xuanzang smiled lightly.

His status as a Buddhist disciple brought him many benefits and great conveniences.

Just a few polite words can make many masters of Wanfo Temple work hard for him.

Kong Kong did not forget about business: "Buddha, I was entrusted by you to go to Zhenwu Sect and ask Zhao Xuan face to face, and he promised to go to the appointment on time."

Xuanzang smiled and replied: "That's good. I'll bother you, uncle, to make a trip."

Kong Kong hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but said: "Old monk, there is nothing special about Zhao Xuan except that his Gang Qi is stronger. Why does the Buddha never forget to fight with him?"

Xuanzang frowned slightly, and his sense of emptiness in his heart dropped significantly.

It’s just that you don’t have good eyesight, you’re still stupid and don’t know it.How come there is nothing special about the people that Lord Buddha cares about?
What's more, he just received the news that the Son of God of the God Sect was defeated at the hands of Zhao Xuan.

In a time of great strife, there are no mediocre people who can stand out.

No matter how bad it is, it's better than a group of people like Kong Kong who are down on their luck.

Thinking that he still needed the support of the idiot in front of him, Xuanzang said patiently: "Since I agreed to a fight, I must keep my promise."

He asked by the way: "On what day can Zhao Xuan make the appointment?"

Kong replied subconsciously: "Before the end of the month."

Seeing that Xuanzang's expression was wrong, he added bravely: "He didn't say the specific time."

Xuanzang almost laughed angrily.

He didn't say it, so you didn't ask?

Buddha asked you to ask him if he was on time for his appointment, but you only asked one question?
Chanting sutras is silly, right?

He suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a calm tone: "Since I didn't say it would be early, it should be the last day."

"The longer time goes by, the stronger my magical power becomes, and he will only be the one who suffers."

"I want to continue practicing, so I won't talk to my uncle."

The Buddha also had a vajra glaring look, and he was worried that if he continued to chat, he would be accused of harming his fellow disciples.

……

"You have practiced Tai Chi Fortune Boxing once, and your level has improved."

"Tai Chi Fortune Fist: 5/100."

"You have practiced the Yin-Yang Great Mixed Cave, and your strength has improved."

“阴阳大混洞：防：15/100；吸：8/100；斥：5/100；攻：20/100。”

The mountain behind Tianzhu Peak.

Zhao Xuan practiced Tai Chi Creation Boxing and Yin Yang Great Huddle Cave alone.

Ever since Zhang Taifeng taught him the "Yin-Yang Great Mixed Cave" more than ten days ago, he suddenly disappeared.

He didn't find anyone in the back mountain, so he simply practiced on the spot and waited.

Tai Chi Creation Boxing progresses slowly due to the imbalance between the true sun fire and the true water of tai yin in the body.

Relatively speaking, with the foundation of Tai Chi Creation Boxing, the progress of Yin and Yang Dahundong is good.

Especially the fourth change attack, it's already pretty decent.

At the end of the month, Zhao Xuan summoned his masters who were complaining about the disciples of Tianshu Peak and went to the Wei and Jin battlefields to find Xuanzang.

He only recently learned that the master of Tianshu Peak did not hesitate to defile himself to promote Song Yuanqiao to the position of Taoist disciple, but it had a great impact on the disciples of Tianshu Peak.

The disciples of the Zhenwu Sect who died in the ruins, their masters and brothers, could not help but the Grandmaster-level Master Tianshu Peak, and spread their anger on the other disciples.

It is equivalent to the benefit being given to Song Yuanqiao alone, but the responsibility is borne by the entire Tianshu Peak disciples.

Zhao Xuan was away from home all year round, so he didn't feel this. The Tianshu Peak disciples in the sect were targeted everywhere.

Peak Master Tianshu quits his job again and goes around seeking justice for his disciples without ever touching the ground.

When Zhao Xuan found him, his mental state was much worse, and there was a sense of depression between his brows.

Hearing that Zhao Xuan was going out, Master Tianshu hesitated for a moment: "How about letting Elder Wang accompany you?"

He wanted to stay and support the Tianshu Peak disciples.

Zhao Xuan flatly refused: "No, Master promised to protect the disciples, how can we give up halfway?"

First of all, although the old man has a weird temper, his strength is one of the best among the masters.

This time he was facing the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and he was worried that Elder Wang would not be able to suppress it.

Secondly, if the old man stays in Tianshu Peak in this state, he will have mental problems sooner or later.

In both public and private matters, he must take the old man out.

Out of sight out of mind.

The master of Tianshu Peak hesitated and said: "After all, the disciples of Tianshu Peak are implicated by me, how can I leave them and ignore them?"

Zhao Xuan said in a deep voice: "Master, I would like to ask you a few questions."

"First, there are hundreds of disciples at Tianshu Peak. How many can you take care of?"

"Secondly, if you can take care of me for a while, can you guarantee that you will take care of me for the rest of your life?"

"Thirdly, as disciples of Tianshu Peak, they have enjoyed preferential treatment from the disciples of the main peak. Why can't they endure the corresponding hardships?"

"Fourth, has Master's recent actions really improved their situation? Or has it made their situation more difficult?"

As soon as the soul torture came out, Peak Master Tianshu's face turned green and red as if he had opened a dyeing workshop.

Finally, he let out a long sigh: "I will follow you as my master."

(End of this chapter)