Gusu South Murong

Looking at the slightly thin old figure on the opposite side, Murong Fu slowly fell silent. Although he knew little about the past of the sweeping monk, he understood very clearly from the plain words of the sweeping monk that the latter In those years, how much hardship and hard work did it take to win the reputation of Nan Murong in the Jianghu.

Leaving home at a young age, the sweeping monk is still a young man with a weak crown, but just because he wants to prove himself, he has been away from home for more than ten years. During this long time, he firmly believed in his heart, practiced hard, and escaped from death again and again. Breaking through the limit again and again...

Step by step, he grows up to be Nan Murong, whom everyone admires in the world, just to prove that he is not only Murong Longcheng's son, but also himself, Murong Xin.

That fascinating family background, his father's generation in the rivers and lakes, not only failed to make him indulge in illusory bubbles, but also did not corrode his unyielding heart, on the contrary, it became the whetstone for him to step on the peak!

All of this is just for one day, he can stand in front of Murong Longcheng like a strong man, and tell that father who is invincible in all corners of the world that he is not Murong Longcheng's son, but Nan Murong. Murong Xin!

Murong Fu asked himself, if it were him, it might not necessarily be better than the sweeping monk!

I saw the sweeping monk raised his head, with remembrance in his eyes: "I read all the secrets in the Returning Water Pavilion back then, but I still couldn't feel my heart for martial arts, let alone create the unbelievable books I imagined. At that time, I wanted to prove myself with all my heart, but I hadn't even touched the threshold of the heart of martial arts. Therefore, the urgency in my heart made me put a lot of pressure on myself. That's when Every day, the hostility in my heart is increasing at a terrifying rate, and finally the endless hostility makes me almost feel demons..."

"But I was still paranoid and refused to let go. I ignored Cang Hai's advice and continued to practice diligently. In the end, I still failed, and after creating nothing by myself, the hostility in my body could no longer be suppressed. After going down, there was even an inexplicable burst of strong killing intent several times, if not for the presence of Cang Hai, perhaps now Shenhezhuang would have become a dead village!" Finally, a little moved expression appeared on the face of the sweeping monk: "Although Because of Cang Hai's stop, I didn't commit any heinous killings, but Cang Hai is still not my opponent, even if he pulled me back several times, he still injured my hands several times!"

"Although Canghai never resented me, I always felt guilty. At that time, I only had a sap of reason left, and I didn't want to hurt Canghai like this. I chose to feign death. At that time, I had already been invaded by demons and was full of hostility. Even Yi Canghai didn't notice my fake death, and finally I came to the Shaolin School by accident, thinking that since I came, I would try to use the Buddha Dharma to dissolve the endless hostility in my body..."

Hearing the self-reproaching sigh of the sweeping monk, Murong Fu remained silent, and after a while, he said softly: "This is not what you wanted, after all, the situation at that time was already like that, if you let you vent wantonly, you will eventually lose your temper." One day, everyone in Sanhe Village will also be doomed!"

"However, after you washed all the lead, why?" Murong Fu looked at the sweeping monk who had returned to basics at this moment, and asked in doubt.

The sweeping monk calmly said: "You want to ask me why I didn't go back to see Cang Hai and Bo'er?"

Murong Fu looked at the sweeping monk and nodded, but didn't speak!

"Do you know how the Lingmen Master of Shaolin School passed away?" The sweeping monk looked directly at Murong Fu, and asked the wrong question.

"Master of Lingmen?" Murong Fu heard the somewhat familiar name, and secretly said: "Master of Lingmen? The generation of Lingzi? Ling, Xuan, Hui, Xu, that should be the masters of Xuan Ci, Xuan Ji and others, according to their seniority , should also be a master of the same era as the sweeping monk!"

The sweeping monk would not say such fuzzy words, so Murong Fu thought about it carefully, his face was stunned, looked at the sweeping monk, and slowly uttered a sentence: "He will not die by your hands!"

Hearing Murong Fu's words, the sweeping monk nodded silently, and sighed: "You guessed right, once when I was flipping through Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, I was suddenly discovered by him." His voice seemed a little louder: "At that time, I was full of hostility, and I didn't care about the consequences, but he wanted to use Buddhism to influence me. Finally, when I woke up from the hostility, he was seriously injured by me."

"In the days that followed, he let me stay in the Sutra Pavilion, and I was allowed to read many scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion, and he himself often discussed Buddhist scriptures with me. After a few years, the hostility in my heart gradually dissipated, but he passed away because of the relapse of the old injury from that year!"

The sweeping monk turned his head to look at the scriptures on the bookshelf, and his voice suddenly became meaningful, as if recalling the scene of the day, he said: "Before he passed away, he once told me, 'The seven sufferings that the Buddha said are life and old age. , sickness, death, association with resentment, separation from love, and not being able to get what I want. I try my best to get rid of these seven sufferings. I only seek to save others, not myself. I also hope Lay Master Murong, don’t add to your worries!’ Finally, after handing over a Buddhist scripture in my hand, I passed away.”

"If that's the case, this Lingmen master is worthy of being an eminent monk!" For this answer, Murong Fu was not too surprised, but nodded slightly, and thoughtfully said: "So you Decided to stay in the Shaolin sect for the rest of my life? To guard Shaolin for the master of Lingmen?”

At this time, the sweeping monk shook his head lightly, then glanced at Murong Fu with his cloudy eyes and said, "Not all, when I suddenly heard the news of Cang Hai's passing away, I felt guilty and felt speechless when facing Bo'er. That's why I decided to stay here in the end, as a repayment for the kindness Master Lingmen has shown me!"

Looking at the seemingly calm sweeping monk, Murong Fu could feel the turbulent emotions in the latter's heart, and naturally understood that he always had deep feelings of guilt towards Li Canghai. Afterwards, Murong Fu changed the subject and said : "Then you have been staying here for decades, you must have broken through the realm you dreamed of at the beginning!"

The sweeping monk naturally saw Murong Fu's thoughts, so he didn't point it out, nodded and said: "Staying here every day, and reading the Buddhist scriptures left by the master of Lingmen from time to time, it made me realize the purity of the self-nature. The dharma body, however, gradually becomes less thinking, less thoughts, less desires, less things, less talking, less laughing, less sorrow, less joy, less joy, less anger, less good, less evil, so the state of mind is gradually tending to Calm, but closer to the state of mind, and after a few years, I will realize my heart of martial arts!"

Too much thinking leads to sluggishness, too much thinking leads to mental slackening, too much desire leads to intellectual loss, too many things lead to physical fatigue, too much talking leads to shortness of breath, too much laughing leads to liver damage, too much worrying makes the heart frightened, too much joy makes the mind overflow, and too much joy leads to shortness of breath. Forgetfulness and confusion, too much anger will cause uncertainty, too much good will lead to obsession, and too much evil will cause anxiety and restlessness. Perhaps it is because of the various experiences of the sweeping monk that he has today's insights, which has laid a solid foundation for him to step into the realm of a master. Therefore, each person has a different predestined relationship, and different experiences will lead to different perceptions.

The sweeping monk smiled faintly, looked at Murong Fu calmly, and said: "Perhaps I never thought of it myself. I used to pursue it so hard but couldn't find it, but now I can reach it. If I could have this state of mind back then, it would be too much." So many things don't happen to shame them."

Hearing what the sweeping monk said, Murong Fu nodded thoughtfully, and then jokingly said: "The Buddhist scriptures left by Master Lingmen should be extremely extraordinary."

When the sweeping monk heard Murong Fu's sudden joke, he couldn't help laughing: "It's just an ordinary volume of the Langa Sutra!"

"The "Langa Sutra"?" Murong Fu was taken aback, the name was so familiar, and then his expression changed, as if he had thought of something, but for some reason, he couldn't believe it, looked at the sweeping monk and said: "You are talking about the "Langa Sutra" "?"

"Naturally it is the "Langa Sutra"" The sweeping monk nodded slightly, looked at Murong Fu's strange eyes, but felt a little puzzled, stepped into a certain bookshelf in front of him, then walked a few steps, raised his palm, waited When it was time to take it back, there was an extra scripture book, and on the thin bound booklet, there were three neatly written large characters on the cover - "Langa Sutra"

An unspeakable complexion suddenly appeared in Murong Fu's heart. He took the "Langa Sutra" and read it under the suspicious eyes of the sweeping monk. What makes people puzzled is that Murong Fu did not read the articles in it. , but touched the cover, as if looking for something, did not ask any questions, and let Murong Fu flip through it.

After a long time, Murong Fu searched through the entire book, but still found nothing, then put the book on the table, took a deep breath, and said: "What is the name of this unique technique you created?"

The sweeping monk didn't understand why Murong Fu was like this, but he still replied: "Nine Suns Manual!" (To be continued...)