Xuanyuan Jue

Chapter 1 Wedges (1)
There is no way for good or bad, only people call themselves.The retribution of good and evil follows like a shadow.The difference between good and evil, there is only one thought.Karma starts from the heart, and the mind is used for karma.Straightforward is right and wrong, and orders can be distinguished.There is no difference in retribution, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Those who have accumulated good fortune will be blessed with a long life, and they will die in bed.The rest of the sleep is shaded, and the children and grandchildren will be quilted; but those who are tired and evil will be counted by the sky, and if they are exhausted, they will die.There is more than responsibility for death, which will affect future generations.

In the 60th year of Kangxi, Mentougou in the suburbs of Beijing

In the middle of the night, everything is silent.In the empty Jietai Temple, the lights were brightly lit.In the main hall of the Buddhist hall, sitting cross-legged is an old monk with a thin body, his monk's robe has faded to his waist, exposing his bony upper body.

Behind the old monk, there is a young monk kneeling.The little novice held a sharp knife in his hand, trembling all over, tears streaming down his face.

The old monk's face was livid, and he shouted in a low voice: "What are you waiting for? Let's do it!"

"Master..." the little novice wept, "The monastery is empty...you...you come down the mountain with me! Master! Please...go down the mountain and run for your life!"

"Amitabha." The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's chant, and slowly closed his eyes, "Since you have entered Buddhism, you should ignore life and death. When you were a young teacher, you repeatedly committed murders, and your demons were fixed. Where can you escape? The sea of ​​suffering has no boundaries. , the evil karma is endless, right and wrong cause and effect, and must be paid back in the end... Just tonight, let’s end this old grudge!"

"But I..." the little novice was devastated, "I can't do it!"

"Hui Cun!" The old monk grimaced and said sternly, "The "Xuanyuan Jue" handed down by our sect thoroughly discusses physics and fully understands the mysteries of heaven; the "secret map of heaven" written behind the teacher's back is even more crucial. Mystery, these two things are really one, and they must not fall into the hands of thugs. Once the two things are taken away, there will be chaos in this world. It is not too late, let's do it quickly!"

Huicun was so injured that he couldn't do anything, he muttered, "Master... run away..."

"I have made up my mind, and I cannot change it." The old monk bowed his waist, and his back suddenly showed. "After the skinning, you will go down the secret path and hide your name from then on, keeping "Xuanyuan Jue" safe!"

"I would like to obey the master's instructions... even if I risk my life, I will not let the villain succeed!" Hui Cun wiped away his tears, and pressed the sharp knife in his hand against the old monk's spine tremblingly.

A bright red oozes along the blade.The old monk's body trembled violently, and his teeth chattered.

"Master!"

"It doesn't matter...continue to cut!"

Hui Cun burst into tears, and continued to fight.

Beads of sweat kept dripping from the old monk's forehead.And that half-faded monk's robe was already stained with blood...

When the sticky piece of flesh was peeled off, the old monk had already collapsed on the ground in pain, unconscious.

Huicun cried loudly, stopped the bleeding for the old monk, then pried open the old monk's jaw, and stuffed a pill.

After a stick of incense, the old monk slowly regained consciousness, his complexion was pale and bloodless.Huicun has bandaged the wound for him, and put on a clean monk's robe again.

"Master..." Hui Cun held the old monk's withered arm tightly, "The scriptures have been removed...and put into the bag..."

"Okay..." The old monk nodded, his anger was like gossamer, "I don't know if the medicinal power of the 'Great Return Pill' can last until that moment...cough cough...help me up..."

When Huicun heard the words, he hurried to help each other.The old monk climbed up with difficulty and sat cross-legged on the futon again.

After recovering his breath, the old monk raised his hand: "You... go..."

Huicun knelt on the ground with a "plop", weeping uncontrollably.After a long while, he kowtowed three times and left the hall in tears.

At the same time, a soft Tibetan sedan was winding its way on the rugged mountain road outside the temple.Several strong men dressed in black and holding sharp knives guarded the side of the sedan tightly.

The person in the sedan chair has a white face and no beard, and the year is not confused.His brows were tightly furrowed, his expression was serious, and there was a trace of anxiety in his stern eyes.

Suddenly, a bearer stepped on a piece of gravel, staggered, and fell to the side.

Seeing that the soft sedan was about to roll over, a burly man in black rushed over, held the sedan chair firmly, and gently lowered the sedan to the ground.

The bearer was so frightened that he froze on the spot, not daring to move.

"Trash!" The man in black flicked his right arm, and a cold light flashed across.A spray of blood spurted out of the bearer's throat, his body swayed a few times, and he fell headlong to the side of the road.

The man in black kicked away the dead body and quickly knelt down towards the sedan chair. "Damn the slave! You have scared the master!"

"Forget it," the man in the sedan chair raised the curtain and said to the man in black, "Tulun, scratch the face of the corpse, don't leave any traces!"

"Hey!" Tulun agreed, and went to deal with the dead body.

After a while, the corpse was covered with grass.Tu Lun followed the soft sedan and continued to escort.

In the blink of an eye, the sedan chair arrived outside the mountain gate.Lift the curtain of the sedan chair, and the people in the sedan chair will come out.The accompanying men in black all drew their swords and held knives, staring at the temple.

"Master," Tulun pointed to the Daxiong Hall, "the man is inside!"

"Go in and have a look!" The person in the sedan waved his hand, and everyone rushed in.

When the golden leather hit, the hall was filled with murderous aura.But the old monk still sat upright with his eyes closed, as if he hadn't heard any movement around him.

"Shan Jiuling!" Seeing the old monk calmly settled down, Tu Lun couldn't hold back, "The master is here, why don't you quickly bow down?"

"Amitabha." The old monk clasped his hands together, his eyes slightly opened, "People outside the poor monk's place only recognize the Buddha in their eyes, and don't know any master."

"You..." Tulun's expression changed, and he raised his knife immediately.In the entire hall, swords are on the verge of breaking out, and murderous intent is everywhere.

"Don't move rashly!" The person in the sedan chair stopped Tu Lun and walked towards the old monk, "Shan Jiuling, you and I have been separated for more than ten years, right? It's a pity...the commander of the 'Shangyu Spare Office' back then, But reduced to a decadent old monk!"

(End of this chapter)