There were many tourists in Guangxiao Temple, but Yan's father felt that he had accidentally offended this virtuous master. He was so anxious that he was sweating. He immediately took off and chased after him. He had to explain clearly in person.
However, the natural monk, who is over fifty years old, walked swiftly among the crowds of people in the temple, sweeping away the crowd with the wave of his gray monk robe, but no one felt pushed or pulled. Such a calm appearance was different from the panting of his peers Yan Father behind him.
Showing a sharp contrast, it is obvious that this is also a monk with considerable cultivation.
Jiang Wen could be calm about this.
The natural monk was born in troubled times and has traveled all over the world. If he really had no power to restrain a chicken and no means of saving his life, he would probably have been buried among the weeds and thorns. How could he sit in the treacherous city of Guangzhou?
He still dared to keep in touch with the people of Southern Shaolin.
Although this matter seems to be unreasonable, there must be something inside that Jiang Wen doesn't know yet.
I saw Monk Tianran walking faster and faster towards the west hall. Even the little novice monk who had just pushed the door was thrown far away. Soon, all he could see was a shiny bald head appearing and disappearing in front of him, becoming more and more faint.
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Unlike Yan's father who was nervous, Jiang Wen and Fan Xinghan fell behind leisurely, not in a hurry at all, and even had time to point.
"Leader Fan, aren't you worried that the abbot is petty?" Jiang Wen said jokingly.
"Master Tian is a great Buddhist sect, and he will definitely not be as knowledgeable as us."
Fan Xinghan said to Jiang Wen firmly, "When the city of Guangzhou was in danger under the butcher's knife of two kings, it was thanks to the natural master who stepped forward to save the people from the crisis. I know this matter clearly in Hubei. How can such a virtuous person do it?"
How can you be so narrow-minded?"
Jiang Wen nodded silently, obviously expecting this, but his focus was different.
"I know the eminent monk, but I didn't expect Zen Master Tianran to be part of the world. Gang Leader Fan, have you seen the opponent's tricks?"
"I didn't pay attention to this..."
After hearing Jiang Wen's inquiry, Fan Xinghan recalled it for a moment, and then analyzed it together with great interest as if he had discovered a new world.
"I remember that Master Tian's movements just now were a combination of hardness and softness, clear movement and stillness, alternating between speed and slowness, strong ups and downs, and each move was completed in one go."
The more Fan Xinghan thought about it, the more surprised he became. He stretched out his hand to imitate the movement of the natural master's sleeves, shaking in place with a square and flat side, hesitating and rising. His posture was as floating as a cloud rising from the sea, and as sinking as a stone thrown into the river. It was obvious that he had found the way out, but
His expression was just as unexpected as it was, and it was far from shocking.
"The natural master's luck and energy occasionally smelled like the Golden Gate of the Iron Bridge of Southern Shaolin; but when he raised his hands and waved his palms, there was clearly the shadow of the Zimen Fist of the eagle and snake fighting, but it was hidden under the monk's robe.
It was so eye-catching that I didn’t notice it directly.”
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said: "Southern Shaolin Iron Bridge Kung Fu and Jiangxi Zimen Fist don't seem to be advanced martial arts."
Fan Xinghan shook his head, obviously disagreeing with Jiang Wen's point of view.
"Master Jiang, it is true that both of these are martial arts that are widely circulated in the world, and they are not secrets that are not passed down. However, Abbot Tianran has become a dragon elephant in the Buddhist sect and a mainstay of the sect in practicing Zen and learning Buddhism.
When it comes to martial arts, he can only learn from others in his spare time, so he can practice to such an extent. Doesn't he have an outstanding understanding?"
Jiang Wen shook his head and closed his mouth helplessly.
The key to martial arts is to have a strong position, be brave and diligent, and even if you practice martial arts to perfection, you may not be able to become a master of your own. Under such circumstances, comparing talent and understanding is nothing more than making a fool of yourself with fifty steps and a hundred steps, which is of no practical use.
A person's energy lifespan is limited, so Jiang Wen made many plans to lay a solid foundation for his disciples to soar to the sky.
In front of Fan Xinghan, it was inconvenient for Jiang Wen to throw out his own argument that "all those who are not masters are just ants", so as not to offend the leader of the Xinghan Gang in front of him.
But that’s the reality.
I remember that in the ancient city of Minyue in the Wuyi Mountains, faced with the terrifying tide of chiseling people and martial arts people, the warriors on the battlefield were powerless to fight back. In the end, only Feng Daode and Master Ji Po were left.
, Chen Jinnan, Hong Xi officials, only a few people can fight.
Among these people, Master Jipo is crazy and has difficulty in using all his martial arts skills, and Feng Daode is the leader of two families but cannot be integrated into one. However, both of them can maintain their own safety without relying on the power of weapons.
But Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan are obviously not good enough. They must rely on magic weapons to resist those immortal monsters. Putting them in the second gear is actually a bit unfair.
Hong Xiguan was born to be a killer when faced with the strong. Only by fighting on the battlefield exactly what he wanted could he achieve the miracle of crossing levels. In comparison, Chen Jinnan was in the critical period of the Spring and Autumn Period, and his martial arts accumulation and understanding were inferior.
He has reached the limit, but because of the great cause of resisting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty, martial arts training has been neglected, so that it is difficult to move without the giant sword in his hand. Otherwise, with his ability, he should be on par with Feng Daode and Master Jipo.
Although the Wuyi sect founded by Jiang Wen is not well-known, the enemies this sect has faced since its establishment were far more bizarre and terrifying than those of ordinary people in the world.
In front of the strange things, all masters who are not masters are like ants. Only by facing those unimaginable terrifying existences can human warriors who are as fragile as ants put aside those ridiculous and despicable ignorance and sect divisions, and once again embark on the journey of
Your own path.
Not to mention the fact that Chen Jinnan is determined to hand over power and retire from the world may not have been influenced by the stimulation of the people who have chiseled teeth. In the past two days, Yan Yongchun and Yuan Ziyi, who have left early and returned late, must have been in Zhangqiugang Village.
I was greatly stimulated by Hei Gui, and I was re-examining this treacherous world.
"Master! Why did you come here!"
Three children suddenly appeared among the tourists, chattering and surrounding Jiang Wen who was in a daze. Seeing this, Fu Ningdie unceremoniously grabbed Jiang Wen's arm and was about to bite him down hard.
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Jiang Wen quickly raised his hand to resolve the entanglement with silk-winding strength, and Ningdie flew away in an instant with her teeth and claws dancing.
"Hmph, Master, who told you to throw us into the school and disappear for several days without any reason! We deserve it if you don't take us with you when you have fun!"
Fu Ningdie was still looking around unwillingly, as if she wanted to find another target to attack.
"You kid, why don't you understand the painstaking efforts of being a teacher!?"
Jiang Wenhen held her head firmly and stretched out his hand to make her jump around, "As a disciple of our Wuyi sect, you must be versatile in both civil and military affairs. You must do calligraphy like my master, belonging to literature and Ming."
You have to learn everything from playing the piano, singing and dancing, playing games, farming, practicing medicine, and playing chess.”
While greeting the other two apprentices with his eyes, he continued to lecture the younger apprentices rudely.
"You don't learn this and you don't learn that. Everyone in the world should be like you, fishing for three days and drying nets for two days. From now on, even if a martial arts secret book comes to you, you may not be able to understand it or know it."
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Fan Xinghan saw that the master and apprentice were having a lot of fun getting along with each other, and laughed loudly and agreed: "Little girl, your master is right. The more people in the world learn a craft, the more paths they can take. We can't be afraid of hardship since we were young.
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Fu Ningdie was chasing Jiang Wen with all her teeth and claws. She obviously failed to recognize Fan Xinghan, who was dressed as a serious person, and looked at him with a slight hostility: "Who are you? Have I seen you? Why do you call me a kid?
girl?"
Fan Xinghan laughed again when he heard this, reached out and took off his weird hat, revealing a mess of hair, and said deliberately with a big mouth.
"Didn't you recognize me? I am the leader of the beggars in the Guandi Temple. I usually abduct as many as eight hundred children. I can tell you are a boy or a girl by smell. I think you are very talented.
, do you want to learn to beg with me?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Fu Ningdie had already rushed behind Jiang Wen, clutching her master's clothes tightly, and looked at the suspicious trafficker in front of her with great vigilance, fearing that she would be kidnapped and begged for food in the next second.
"Haha, don't worry, I won't arrest you if you don't want to come."
Fan Xinghan put his hat back on, with a simple and honest look on his broad face. He squatted down and hugged Xiao Shitou's shoulders and said cordially. Obviously, this was his real goal.
"Little guy, since we meet again today, I will formally teach you some grappling skills later."
Jiang Wen instantly beamed with joy.
"Little Shitou, why don't you thank Gang Leader Fan quickly! Gang Leader Fan, I'll treat you to a vegetarian meal at noon, and let's move forward."
Fan Xinghan kindly offered to help, but naturally he knew the secrets of martial arts but could not understand them. This is not a funny thing in the martial arts world. The Kung Fu formulas of ordinary sects are deliberately referred to in cryptic codes, mixed with dragon, tiger, lead and mercury, five
Vague things like Yun Liugan ensure that outsiders cannot easily understand them.
In the face of Jianghu's unique skills, such things are not uncommon. At the beginning, Shaolin Master Jue Yuan did not know the true face of the Nine Yang Divine Art in the "Surangama Sutra", and Huang Yaoshi's disciple Chen Xuanfeng and Mei Chaofeng could not easily understand the true meaning of the "Nine Yin Manual"
, in the end, I can only learn a little knowledge, which is really a waste of resources.
When it came to the word "die", Jiang Wen naturally thought of the "Nine Nether Scriptures" he was carrying, and suddenly felt a little ashamed, as if he was no different from a person who bought a coffin for a pearl.
Jiang Wen casually took out the old copy of the book and quickly flipped through it in front of the sun. He felt that the twists and turns of the memorial text were scurrying around like tadpoles. No glyph features could be seen at all, and no trace of similar writing could be found.
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"Hey, is it possible that I really have to die once to understand?"
He looked so cool when he forgot to let Huang Ji interpret it, but now he looks so embarrassed as he scratches his head trying to think of the content. The timing of Hei Yi's appearance in Zhangqiugang Village was too unusual, and Jiang Wen secretly noticed it again.
Strangely, although he looked complacent at this moment, he was actually already making preparations involuntarily.
Ordinary martial arts have long been of no value to Jiang Wen as a reference for learning. After all, his situation is different from everyone else. Whether it is martial arts path or Qi cultivation, it has reached an awkward point where he cannot break through.
After thinking carefully about the direction of his breakthrough, he decided that one was gong and the other was technique.
Gong is internal force.
After many days of discussions with the Red Lotus Virgin, Jiang Wen vaguely realized that the martial arts left by Huang Shang, the governor of the Skull, could not only neutralize and dispel the poison of the Holy Fire Kung Fu, but also bring back people who did not belong to this world from the Haoli Ghost Kingdom.
Strength, turning the originally weak prefect into a peerless master, may be able to help him break through this awkward level of success and return to his original majestic inner strength like a vast ocean.
The art is the swordsmanship.
Facing the black ray that pointed directly at people's fears, Jiang Wen vaguely understood a new sword technique that was different from Dugu's Nine Swords. It was a sword that seemed to be invisible, a sword that showed one's heart and one's nature, that was Huanghuang.
A sword that resembles the way of heaven but is indescribable. Just like the sword he wielded against the mirage at the Immortal Banquet. If Jiang Wen could recreate it again, he would have the confidence to cut off all enemies in front of him.
Regardless of whether it is power or technique, these two directions contain things that threaten Yi Xi and the power to deal with Zhao Wuji.
Jiang Wen sighed slightly and stuffed the "Nine Nether Scriptures" back into his bag, only to encounter another thin booklet.
""Qiyi Sword Qi"? What the hell is this!"
Seeing the crooked words on the cover, Jiang Wen remembered that Lin Zhennan had forced something into him before leaving, which seemed to be this booklet.
Jiang Wen casually opened it and took a look, and found that the words written on the booklet were crooked, and there were no strokes or drawings. Although it looked more like an earthly thing than the "Nine Nether Scriptures", Jiang Wen was stunned and couldn't understand a single sentence.
It can be seen that Lin Zhennan, who was bedridden with internal injuries at the time, wrote how angry people and gods were.
The more he looked at it, the more dizzy he got, so Jiang Wen simply stopped looking. He didn't know what kind of illness Lin Zhennan had suffered in the first place, so he insisted that these things that he himself couldn't understand were some kind of secret knowledge.
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Jiang Wen put away both books, then sighed and said to Hong Wending.
"Wen Ding, you must practice hard and shine on the sect. My master has planned to seal the sword and practice from now on. If there is no chance of fighting in the future, I will have to do it for you."
"Okay Master."
Hong Wending nodded slightly, without even asking why, "Wen Ding must not disgrace the reputation of our master."
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, we don't have any reputation."
Jiang Wen only said half of what he said, because he was afraid that Hong Wending would be under pressure. Of course there is no such thing as prestige at the moment, but he had told Hanako in the Guandi Society to divide his heroic deeds these days into nine episodes, and they would rotate them under the overpass every day.
Frankly speaking, I believe it will be available soon.
Jiang Wen and his entourage arrived at the door of the fasting room. Each person paid 20 cents and could have a hearty meal. As long as the food was not wasted, there was no limit. Vegetarian ham, vegetarian duck, winter bamboo shoots, mushrooms, roasted bran, peas, kernels, and yams were all available.
Various dishes were cooked and served on smooth and neat plates for everyone to take. Buckets of vegetable tofu soup and multi-grain rice were also placed aside. Rice noodles and steamed buns were piled up in piles. Obviously, the supplies were well prepared for the three children.
He was already hungry, and Little Shitou's eyes were shining brightly.
But there were more people queuing up in front of the Zhai Fang than he had imagined. Many of them were dressed as laymen and looked solemn. It was obvious that the purpose of coming here was not to eat like Jiang Wen. As the people behind him began to crowd,
The team was in chaos.
Pushing forward, Xiao Shitou and the other three children felt at home in the crowd, and soon ran to the front thanks to their short stature. Jiang Wen raised his eyes and saw Yan's father and the gray man with the raised forehead.
The monks in robes were sitting side by side and had already started eating.
"Little Master, why are there so many people in the temple today..."
Jiang Wen casually grabbed a young monk who was passing by, and when he took a quick look, he realized that he was not an outsider, but the young novice monk whom he had just met under the bodhi tree.
"Today is the second day of the Water and Land Purdue Great Fast Meeting in the temple. All the rituals were completed by the monks in accordance with the law. The lay people came voluntarily to watch, so naturally it was more lively."
The little novice monk lowered his head and explained a few words. He didn't know if he recognized the person in front of him. He pointed to the notice on the wall of the dining hall, "The news is here, the donor can go and see it by himself."
Jiang Wen and Fan Xinghan turned to look and found on the red paper that it was indeed written that Guangxiao Temple was currently conducting a large-scale Dharma assembly. This Dharma assembly lasted for seven days, from the 26th of the first lunar month to the second day of the second lunar month.
The ceremony is so solemn that the monks led by the presiding monk Tian Tian will perform rituals such as chanting sutras, worshiping, reciting mantras, chanting Buddha's name, fasting, making offerings, going to the hall to preach, setting off flames, and conferring the Netherworld Precepts. We sincerely and respectfully invite you.
Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and other sages and heavenly protectors descend on the mandala to mercifully protect all sentient beings, remove all obstacles, increase blessings and wisdom, absorb the spirits of the six paths, liberate them from suffering, and be reborn in the West.
Fan Xinghan said puzzledly: "This temple is interesting. Why do they start doing rituals that are only held during the Bon Festival in other places before the first lunar month? It's not the Buddha's birthday or the Bodhisattva's birthday recently?"
Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said: "Gang Leader Fan, what's wrong with rejoicing in such merits? Otherwise, how could we make it to this vegetarian meal? Namo Amitabha."
"Master Jiang, come and sit here!"
Yan's father also saw Jiang Wen and the two queuing up, and then he called in a low voice. He saw Monk Tianran slowly getting up and was about to leave when he saw the situation. This made Yan's father panic, thinking that he had really offended the abbot just now.
“What advice does the donor have?”
Master Natural said expressionlessly.
"Master, this is your fault. Master Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch, said it here at the beginning, not to mention that the flags are moving and the wind is moving, it is just the heart of a benevolent person."
Jiang Wen quickly stretched out his hand to stop the other party, clasped his hands and said in a low tone, "This hall is so spacious, and it is because of the convergence of all kinds of conditions that we can meet again. I wanted to take this opportunity to prevent my heart from drifting away, and meditate deeply. Why did the master fail to do so?" How many of us are you avoiding?"
Monk Tian Tian, who had been chased by Yan's father for a long time, still had no expression on his face, but suddenly stretched out a finger.
"The reason here cannot be explained, and it cannot be ignored. All dharmas have empty appearances. What the poor monk wanted to say has just been explained to the old donor. Why should the two donors be obsessed with names and appearances?"
"I wonder what the master has to say?" Jiang Wen asked curiously.
Master Tian still stretched out his finger and slowly pointed to the sky.