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Chapter 41 The Power of Three Arrows
Li Chongjiu did not open the Langa Sutra in a hurry.

He got up first to clean his hands, wipe his face, and lit a stick of sandalwood.

Seeing the smoke of sandalwood lingering around, Li Chongjiu straightened his turban and evened out every inch of folds in his robe before sitting cross-legged.

It seems to be pretending, but the first thing in reading is sincerity. Li Chongjiu should treat the scriptures given to him by Jue Yuan seriously, so that he can live up to his intention of gifting.

Only then did Li Chongjiu respectfully open the Langa Sutra.

Let's not talk about the content first, this character alone is a good character, square and upright, like a knife carving, like a cliff carved stone in the Bodhidharma Cave.

I saw that at the beginning of the volume was Xing Jueyuan's self-narration.

The first ancestor of this sutra, Bodhidharma, gave it to Huike when he said: "I look at the land of Han, and this sutra is the only one. The benevolent follow it and survive the world." "Speaking words" is thought, and the world is known as Master Langa.

Li Chongjiu understood the meaning of this passage. It was said that when Zen Buddhism was first introduced, since Bodhidharma, Hui Kelai had always used the Sri Lanka Sutra for initiation.Most of the Langa masters practiced Thutuo, which was the origin of Zen Buddhism. After the Five Patriarchs of Zen Buddhism, Zen Buddhism changed to the Vajra Sutra for initiation, and finally carried forward.

After skipping the beginning of the volume, it is the main text of the Lenga Sutra.

If I heard it, the four characters at the beginning of the chapter meant a grand scale. If I heard it, it was the Buddha himself who taught it. The four characters of the special scripture are used to distinguish it from heretics.

Thus I heard that for a moment the Buddha lived on the top of Langa Mountain in the South Sea, all kinds of precious flowers...

Although Li Chongjiu doesn't know much about Buddhist scriptures, on the side of his eyebrows, there are annotations written by Jue Yuan in tiny characters, which are obviously filled in later, so he read with great interest, and unconsciously read the first volume Finish.

When it was time to read the second volume, the oil lamp was almost burned out. Li Chongjiu did not give up on this good book, so he added some oil, lit a stick of sandalwood again, and continued reading.

When he opened the second volume, Li Chongjiu let out a slight snort. It turned out that what was written in the volume was no longer a Buddhist scripture, but Jue Yuan's self-reported words.

When I was young, I was a yellow crown. After seeing the war and separation, I used it to help the world and live people. The world is peaceful. I still see the people’s livelihood and suffering. I read Buddhist scriptures all the time. I entered Buddhism to practice...

This long sentence gave Li Chongjiu quite a headache. There were no punctuation marks in ancient times, so he had to judge the sentences by himself.

Li Chongjiu saw Jueyuan narrate his experience. Jueyuan was a Taoist priest when he was young, but after seeing the war, he practiced medicine to help the world, and when he was old, he escaped into Buddhism.Although it is a few hundred words, one can still feel the pain of being displaced in troubled times.

After Jueyuan entered Buddhism, he studied Buddhist scriptures inscribed on cliffs and created a set of health-preserving exercises in conjunction with the Taoist scriptures he read as a young man.

According to Jueyuan, this set of health-preserving exercises has been practiced since he was 60 years old.However, Jue Yuanxiu was already in his 70s when he achieved success in this set of health regimen.

According to Jueyuan's self-report, his purpose of creating this set of health-preserving exercises is to strengthen his body and prolong his life, and it is definitely not killing to show off his strength, so he never uses force with others in his life.

When Li Chongjiu saw it, Dasheng felt emotional, but he would not dwell on it any longer, he wanted to see what is the mystery of Jueyuan's health-preserving exercise.

Now Li Chongjiu turned another page...

In the first month of the Renshen year in the eighth year of Daye, the current emperor with double pupils issued an edict to attack Goguryeo.Twelve armies on the left and right sides of the land route, with a total of 110 and 960 spread horizontally and attacked.

On the waterway, General You Yiwei came to protect his children and lead the Jianghuai water army out of Donglai to float forward, and the ships were connected head to tail for hundreds of miles.

Before the battle, Duan Wenzhen, Shangshu of the Ministry of War, was seriously ill. Before he died, he wrote to the emperor that he should catch Pyongyang by surprise.

However, Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty did not listen to Duan Wenzhen's words, using the strategy of glorifying the country's prestige outside the territory and subduing foreign countries with prestige, instead he told the generals that all military advances and stops must be reported and reported, and there is no need to specialize.The generals did not dare to disobey the order, and as official documents came and went, the opportunity for battle was often lost.

But Liaodong City, an important town in Goguryeo, was about to fall, and the people in the city immediately asked to surrender. After Chizuo's approval, they had lost their opportunity to fight, and the city stood firm and refused to fight. Repeatedly, Liaodong City could not be attacked for a long time.

Millions of troops hang in the air, and the rice grains spent every day can be piled up into mountains in a short time, and the lakes can be filled in a short time. In order to transport the rice grains, the peasants turn to the roads, and the number of feeders is more than one million. , For a time, farming was abandoned, and it was also a heavy labor. Countless people died on the road, and the rest fled one after another.

When more and more refugees appeared in Chongyang County, Shaoshi Mountain became unstable.

The world is boiling, and refugees are everywhere.These refugees have no fixed place to live, no food and clothing, and once they are bewitched, they can become mobs.For these large groups of refugees who passed by, the newly appointed magistrate of Chongyang County only knows to stick to the county seat and dare not arrest them.

And the big households outside the city are also raising family members one after another, building high walls near the manor to protect themselves, and some people have come forward to organize porridge shops to alleviate the imminent danger, but last year Guo Sanjin's thieves harassed In the local area, many people lost their family property. In addition, Chongyang County is not rich in rice and grain, so there are only a few porridge shops, which is just a drop in the bucket.

At the foot of Mount Shaoshi, it was time for spring plowing. During the Sui Dynasty, Buddhism flourished, temples did not need to pay taxes, there were a lot of land, and incense was flourishing, so it was like a pure land.

But now the good days of Shaolin Temple are over, because of the increase of refugees at the foot of the mountain, the spring plowing at the foot of the mountain is also carried out with great care.

In order to protect the temple tenants' smooth spring plowing, the abbot sent Li Chongjiu and Tanzong to lead a group of monks to station down the mountain after discussion to monitor the influx of refugees.

"Chief Instructor, there are a lot of refugees gathered at the foot of the mountain, what do you think should be done?" A soldier monk reported to Li Chongjiu.

Li Chongjiu glanced down the hillside, and saw hundreds of refugees in ragged clothes, either sitting or lying down, gathered in the opposite woods.They looked eagerly at the village in the distance, where the smoke was curling up, and the green field, with longing expressions on their faces.

"Amitabha, these people are really pitiful." Many monks holding sticks shook their heads.

"Why don't you give them some rice porridge!" A young monk said.

"No," said an old monk who was the elder of the temple sent by Pusheng, "If you donate porridge, it will only make more and more refugees at the foot of the mountain, and the temple will not have so much rice. , When these refugees stay until there is no rice to eat, they will stir up civil uprisings."

"It's better to set fire to the forest and drive them away." Tanzong offered his advice immediately.

"No, no. Amitabha, we have seen the suffering of the refugees, but we have no choice but to expel them. It is really against the compassionate heart of our monks." Immediately, the elder said.

"We can't serve porridge, and we can't expel these refugees. How can we just stare at each other with these refugees until it gets dark?" Tanzong couldn't help complaining.

"I don't know Chongjiu, what's your idea?"

At that moment, the elder looked at Li Chongjiu and asked, compared to the reckless Tanzong, the monks of Shaolin Temple and the whole temple only trust Li Chongjiu, and the other party saved the people of Shaolin Temple by his own efforts.

At this time Li Chongjiu said with a smile: "This is not difficult, please wait a moment, the refugees can go in a while."

After Li Chongjiu finished speaking, he got on his horse. This horse was obtained when he shot and killed the bandit that day and rescued the Yuan woman.

Right now Li Chongjiu was holding a three-stone bow, clamped his legs, and rode his horse slowly down the hillside.Li Chongjiu's appearance naturally attracted the attention of the refugees. They saw a young man descending the mountain with a longbow, but they didn't know what it was.

"Don't hurt anyone!"

The elder of Shaolin Temple thought that Li Chongjiu was attacking the refugees, so he stopped immediately, but it was a step too late.

When Li Chongjiu came to the foot of the mountain, only three to forty meters away from the refugees, he saw a hundred paces away on the right hand side, a dead tree.

Li Chongjiu immediately drew his bow and arrow, aiming at the dead tree.

Li Chongjiu has been practicing the health-preserving skills taught by Jueyuan for two months, and now he is also using this time to draw the bow to test how he has practiced in the past two months.

I only heard the rattle of the Three Stone Bow after Li Chongjiu opened his arms.

Li Chong's nine arms were cast iron, and the three-stone strong bow, which he was dissatisfied with in the past, was pulled as straight as a full moon by him this time.

drink!
Li Chongjiu let out a low growl, the bowstring snapped, and the arrow shot out like a shooting star.

There was only a whistling sound, the sound of arrows piercing through the air, and a bang, and the eardrums of the shock actually hurt slightly.

A hundred steps away, the arrow arrived in an instant, and the arrow went straight to the trunk of the dead tree.

There was only a solid sound, and the arrow hit the dead wood, three feet deep!
The old man said that Wang Xizhi's calligraphy penetrates three feet into a tree, while Li Chong's arrow penetrates three feet into a tree nine hundred steps away.

The arrow feathers were still humming and shaking, and the refugees in the forest all looked at the tree trunk in disbelief.

But Li Chongjiu didn't stop in his hands, and the bowstring rang again.

The second arrow and the third arrow were actually three arrows in one breath.

At this moment, even the monks of Shaolin Temple were stunned, their mouths opened wide and they couldn't close them.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
There were three sounds in succession, and all three arrows hit the target. The arrows were firmly fixed on the trunk of the tree, and opened horizontally from left to right.

When the refugees in the forest saw this amazing archery skill, they all dared to sit still, they all got up quickly and hurriedly headed north.

Hundreds of refugees left in a whirl of dust.

And the monks on the mountain all hurried down the mountain, gathered around Li Chongjiu, and they all spoke words of admiration.

However, the monks are all monks, and their vocabulary is ordinary, and there are only a few sentences in the back and forth, which makes Li Chongjiu feel a little tired of listening.

At that moment, a monk rushed to the tree trunk to pull out Li Chongjiu's arrows, but he was so full of anger that he couldn't pull out any of the arrows.

For a while, all the monks also admired Li Chongjiu.

(End of this chapter)