Chapter 5: The Devil's Talk about the Sword Feng Yuxu Meeting the Exiled Immortal (I)

Author: Fu Jiangshan

Chapter 5: The Devil's Talk about the Sword Feng Yuxu Meeting the Exiled Immortal (I)

That night, the moonlight was hazy, the mountain wind blew, and the forest sea was wafting, making a "rustling" sound. The dim moonlight shone through the branches swinging with the wind, making the earth mottled, making people feel nervous for no reason.

There are no empty rooms in the temple. The little beggar and Tan Zhengfang can only live in the same Zen room with a few young monks. Fortunately, this Zen room is very spacious, and it is not too crowded for five or six people to sleep on the same bed.

The young monks had just finished their evening class and were a little sleepy. No one said anything on the couch. Although Tan Zhengfang was not sleepy, she had to go to the countryside to follow the customs when she first arrived. Seeing that the young monks had no words, she had to lie on the couch and closed her eyes to rest. In the huge Zen room, only the little beggar was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and was drinking happily alone.

He quickly drank all the wine in the gourd, so he had to put the wine gourd down in disappointment, then walked to the couch with a smile, and asked the young monks: "Several brothers, I'm not asleep before the hour of Hai. Do you all believe that there is really a big devil on this mountain? Could it be that Master and the old man scared us?"

Tan Zhengfang was excited when he heard this, and sat up and looked at the little monks with anticipation. But the little monks seemed to have not heard the words of the little beggar, and they all seemed to have not heard it. After a long time, a little monk with the Dharma name Yuanjue spoke, "Amitabha, monks do not lie. I heard from the master that there is indeed a big devil on Kunlun Mountain!"

The little beggar's eyes lit up and he asked excitedly: "Is there really a big devil? What's his name? What's his evil thing? Where are he now?"

The little monk Yuanjue looked a little ugly, and he closed his hands and recited the Buddha's name. Then he said nervously: "It was one night ten years ago. After the master finished his evening class, he went to the mountains to practice martial arts as usual. Unexpectedly, he came back in a hurry as soon as he walked out of the temple gate, and his face looked particularly ugly. Several senior brothers were worried that something had happened to his master, so they went up to ask, but the master said nothing, and just silently returned to the meditation room and closed the door. Since then, he has not gone out for two or three months to practice martial arts again and strictly prohibited us from going out late at night. Several senior brothers were curious and kept asking Master. The Master was annoyed by the question, so he told us a past event..."

Not to mention the little beggar and Tan Zhengfang at this time, even the newly-entered monks were no longer sleepy. Several pairs of eyes were staring at Yuanjue, waiting for his next sentence.

Yuanjue saw that everyone looked at him, smiled embarrassedly, and then continued to preach: "More than 40 years ago, this great devil first appeared in the world. At that time, his father was killed brutally. He was blinded by hatred. In order to avenge his father, he became a bloodthirsty demon! He not only killed the Nether Lord of the Nine Netherworld Realm, the head of the evil path, but also killed his uncle who raised him and the master who taught him martial arts. He openly became enemies with Shaolin, Beggars' Sect and other righteous ways and washed away Kunlun Mountain bloodily!"

The little beggar laughed and said, "Haha, I still think that our master is invincible in the world. I didn't expect that he would be afraid of any big devil!"

Yuanjue explained: "My master was born in Henan Road. He was poor since childhood and was sold to Kunlun Mountain. At that time, there was a hidden master in Kunlun Mountain, the uncle of the big devil. Seeing that his master was strong and smart, he held him as a disciple. The master met the big devil in this way. Later, the big devil went down the mountain to investigate the murder of his father, and went there for several years. But one night a few years later, he actually returned to Kunlun Mountain at night, killed his uncle who raised him, and washed Kunlun Mountain bloodily at dusk. The wind and snow in the sky could not cover the bright redness of the mountain. The young master witnessed the bloody scene and left a deep mark in his heart. Even though so many years have passed, when he saw this big devil with his own eyes, he still felt scared!"

Tan Zhengfang asked: "This big devil is completely inhumane, and he can even take action on his close relatives. Why don't people in the world attack him?"

Yuanjue sighed and said, "Oh, no one is his opponent. Everyone who has seen him shoot his sword died under his sword! Later, his master's daughter and several masters killed him with her own hands. Everyone in the martial arts world thought he was dead, but who expected that he would be resurrected from the dead!"

Tan Zhengfang frowned, "It would be fine if he didn't know he was alive. Since he knew, why didn't his master kill him? Even if one of them was against him, he should ask his fellow men to work hard to encircle and suppress him!"

Yuanjue explained: "Master is still confused. When he was young, he had been with the great devil for several years and could not connect him with the murderer. He always felt that there was something hidden behind the matter. What's more, monks have been thinking of goodness. Since this great devil has lived in seclusion here for decades, he has stopped doing evil again. However, Master said that you should not have the intention to harm others, and you must be careful of others. Therefore, it is best for us to listen to Master's words to reduce going out to avoid causing a murderous disaster!"

Tan Zhengfang kept nodding, her face became a little nervous. The little beggar smiled indifferently, "Hahaha, look at you rats, you are afraid of him, I am not afraid! Since the master has appointed him as the big devil, he is not a little gangster, and he will never make things difficult for a little beggar like me! But I really want to see this big devil and see if he is really like the legendary devil, with green face and fangs, three heads and six arms!"

He said as he shook the empty wine gourd in his hand and sighed, "Oh, wine gourd, wine gourd, although he has a big belly, there are too few goods in his belly, which is not enough for me to stuff my teeth! It seems that in the future, I will have to learn martial arts in the mountains and go to the foot of the mountains to ask for wine every day!"

Tan Zhengfang pointed to the little beggar and said, "Hahaha, little brother, you are called standing and talking without feeling the pain in your back. As far as I can see, the senior brothers work harder. They watch you drink every day, but they can't drink it themselves. This is what it is called harder!" The young monks laughed when they heard this, and the originally dead-stricken Zen room instantly became happy.

The next day, the sky was already bright, and the dazzling sunlight shone on the earth.

Tan Zhengfang waited in the martial arts field very early with the monks, waiting for Master Kunlun to come to teach his martial arts. At the end of Chen Shi, Master Kunlun slowly walked to the martial arts field. He looked at the straight and pine-like disciples in front of him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

Master Kunlun said: "Amitabha, it's very good. You all arrived very early today and are very satisfied with your teacher. Before practicing martial arts, you will have to give me a few more words to me. You must keep it in mind. If you violate any violations in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The monks had long been accustomed to it and nodded solemnly. Tan Zhengfang had just arrived and knew little about the Buddhist rules and precepts. At this moment, he was curious and wanted to listen carefully.

Master Kunlun continued: "First of all, Longtan Temple is a Buddhist clean land, and disciples are strictly prohibited from killing, stealing, committing adultery, lying, drinking, and violating. The offenders are seriously responsible! Secondly, it is strictly prohibited to go out after the hour of Hai! Violators will be dealt with according to the temple rules! Third, after morning classes every day, you are not allowed to hide in the Zen room and be lazy. You must gather in the martial arts practice field before the hour of Si..."

Tan Zhengfang was listening attentively, afraid that something would be missed. At this time, Master Kunlun swept his eyes to everyone, frowned slightly, and was about to ask, but the little beggar suddenly appeared at the gate of the temple. He staggered over and said loudly, "Good wine, good wine!"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the little beggar. He held the wine gourd in one hand and ate the grilled fish in big mouthfuls. He was very content and ignored everyone's surprise gaze. Master Kunlun frowned when he saw this and shouted, "Wan Jianfeng! This is the pure land of Buddhism. How can you be so drunk like this?"

The little beggar smiled and said, "City River is carrying buckets? Master, it's still early now, and it's not time to make lunch, so don't rush to carry buckets and fetch water. However, I first arrived in Kunlun Mountain and was not familiar with the terrain. I would have to trouble any senior brother to lead the way later, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find the city river!"

Everyone laughed loudly when they heard this, and even Master Kunlun couldn't help laughing, but then he raised his face and scolded: "Wan Jianfeng! Since you have become my teacher, you are a disciple of my Longtan Temple. How dare you drink in the temple openly? If you don't punish me today, how can you convince the public?"

Wan Jianfeng said with a grievance: "It was the master who promised me not to quit drinking, and now I have to punish me again! Do you want me to go to Chenghe to pick up water for a day?"

Master Kunlun ignored what he said and did not pay attention to the laughter of the crowd. Instead, he pointed at the ten plum blossom stakes beside him and said, "Wan Jianfeng, I will punish you for half a stick of incense, and run around the stake for 500 times. If you can't finish half a stick of incense, you will be fined that you are not allowed to drink within a month!"

All the monks looked at the little beggar with a smile, just waiting for others to make a fool of themselves, but the little beggar looked at the plum blossom stake without regard, and smiled at Master Kunlun, "Master, if I ran five hundred laps in half of the incense stick, you won't punish me again, right?"

Master Kunlun was slightly stunned, and then said solemnly: "That's right, if you run five hundred laps in half a stick of incense, I will forgive your sins today. But if you dare to commit it again in the future, I will definitely punish you twice as much!"

The little beggar nodded with a smile, then rushed out and rushed to the plum blossom stake. His figure swayed rapidly among the tree stakes, like a howling whirlwind. In an instant, he ran around the plum blossom stakes three or four times.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this. Even Master Kunlun was surprised and sighed in his heart: "What a light skill! Although it is far less than Du Jiangfeng, the head of the Lingxiao Sect, in the past, it is also unique and enough for him to enjoy it for the rest of his life!"

Soon, the little beggar ran five hundred laps and stopped and panted, "Master, monks don't lie, you have to keep your word!"

Master Kunlun smiled and walked up to the front, patted the little beggar on the shoulder, "Jianfeng, your light skills are really good. I will spare you this time. But if you dare to act like this in the future, don't blame me for being a master!"

The little beggar nodded while panting, "I...I remember, in the future... I will definitely arrive at the martial arts training ground before Si Shi, and I will not be delayed again!"

Master Kunlun nodded with satisfaction, "Amitabha, knowing mistakes can improve a lot! Sword forward, just stand next to Zhengfang."

The little beggar responded, walked quickly to Tan Zhengfang, and said with his arms around him: "Brother Tan, the fish I roasted today is the best roast these days, but it's a pity that you have no good fortune!"

Tan Zhengfang looked at the little beggar with a smile on his lips. He turned to see Master Kunlun looking at them, and quickly stood up. Master Kunlun packed up his wide monk's robe and said, "My master accepted two new disciples yesterday, and I believe everyone knows them too. Today, Master wants to demonstrate the unique skills of "Tan Legs" of my Longtan Temple in public for the two new disciples. Others should also look carefully!"

All the disciples looked at Master Kunlun intently, for fear of missing a detail. The master walked through the door and then fisted and legs, making a "whirring" sound of breaking through the air. His moves were simple and neat, and his momentum was continuous. His fists were like a tiger going down the mountain, and his legs were like dragons scrambling the sea. Although he did not have the power to split the sky and crack the earth, he had the potential to collapse mountains and gravel!

"Okay!" The little beggar blurted out when he saw Master Kunlun's moves were so exquisite that he blurted out. Tan Zhengfang and his disciples were shocked by his shouting, and then they also applauded the wonderful rehearsal of Master Kunlun.

After practicing Tan Legs with a set of Tan Legs, Master Kunlun smiled and stopped the stance, "Amitabha, the ten Tan Legs that he has just practiced have been created by the teacher's life. Although it is not unparalleled in the world, if he can integrate this method, even the most powerful master will never beat you within a hundred moves!"

He said as he looked at the little beggar and Tan Zhengfang, "You have seen this skill for the first time? You have just practiced it as a teacher. How many ways have you remembered?"

"Master, I remember the seventh and eighth routes!" Tan Zhengfang stepped forward excitedly and imitated it as if according to the tricks of Master Kunlun in his memory. Master Kunlun smiled and nodded, "Okay! I remember so much after just reading it once. You are indeed talented, so you are not wrong as a teacher!"

Tan Zhengfang smiled excitedly and said, "Haha, thank you for your praise. I will practice hard in the future and will not be disgrace to the master's reputation!"

Master Kunlun looked at the little beggar again and asked, "Jianfeng, how many tricks do you remember?"

The little beggar scratched his head awkwardly, and after a long time of laughing, "Haha, Master, I'm not a martial arts master at all, I don't remember any of your moves!"

Master Kunlun was stunned and said in disbelief: "I didn't remember a single move? Even a three-year-old child can remember one or two moves, but you didn't remember a single move?"

The little beggar nodded, "Yes, I didn't remember a single move! Master, I'm not a rough jade at all, nor is it suitable for practicing martial arts. I'm just a piece of mud that can't be supported on the wall. You'd better let me go down the mountain!"

Master Kunlun shook his head, "It's not a big deal if I don't remember it. The future is long, take your time."

The little beggar walked up and said, "Master, although I am not as talented as Brother Tan, I can copy and make random gestures. Don't be surprised if I don't practice properly!" He said, and he really started to gesture. Although there was no move the same as that of Master Kunlun, it was also simple and powerful.

Master Kunlun looked at the little beggar with disappointment at first, but after a few moves, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered the rarest treasure in the world, and sighed: "This... how is this possible? Just this one time can even abandon the routine and understand the charm. Such talent is probably unmatched for decades!"

Seeing that the master did not say a word, the little beggar thought he was angry, and hurriedly stopped the move, spread his hands at Master Kunlun, and said helplessly: "Master, look, I didn't lie to you, are you? I really didn't remember a single move!"

Everyone burst into laughter when they saw this, and Master Kunlun laughed, but not laughed with laughter. He slowly walked to the little beggar and said happily: "Haha, you are indeed not suitable for practicing anyone's martial arts, but should use the strengths of a hundred schools of thought to create a set of martial arts that are truly suitable for you. According to the master, if you can really understand a set of martial arts by yourself, your cultivation will never be below Murong Yanyun in the future!"

"Ah!" The little beggar said in surprise, and everyone widened their eyes in disbelief, as if they had heard a fantasy. Master Kunlun nodded confidently, turned around without saying a word, and walked straight towards his Zen room.

(End of this chapter)
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