In the suburbs of Dengfeng, Henan, a group of cavalry galloped past. The already sparse farmhouses along the way closed their doors and watched fearfully from the cracks in the doors as the Jin cavalry galloped past.
By the time Jingkang came to shame, the Han people north of the Huaihe River had already heard about the Jin Dynasty. Fortunately, in these years, the Jin Kingdom seemed to be gradually moving closer to the Han people. Those things like threshing grass and valleys have never happened again. However, tigers that do not eat people have
They are still fierce tigers. At this moment, seeing at least thousands of Jin cavalry galloping along the way, who among the Han people is not frightened.
Fortunately, these Jin cavalry did not pause at all, and ran straight towards a big mountain.
In Songshan, Shaolin, many monks had just finished their morning lessons. Suddenly, the panicked shouts of the monk Zhike came from outside the door. Immediately afterwards, the door of the main hall was knocked open, and the monk Zhike ran into the hall with a staggering roll.
"Fang, abbot..."
He opened the mouth several times in a row but the monk could not straighten out his breath, which made the abbot Kunyan who was sitting at the top very unhappy.
Since the Xuanci Incident more than 130 years ago, Shaolin's status in the martial arts has plummeted, and most of the Shaolin disciples of the virtual generation have dispersed. In the past 130 years, although Shaolin has closed its temple for cultivation, due to the continuous disasters of war, Shaolin has
It has never been restored to its original state.
Not long ago, the fire-burning Toutuo incident led to internal strife in the Shaolin Bodhidharma Hall and the Discipline Academy. Shaolin can now be said to be in its weakest period since the temple was founded, and he, the abbot, may also become the worst abbot in the history of Shaolin.
With the current situation in Shaolin, Kucheng never thought that Shaolin could rise in his own hands. He was content to ensure the continuation of Shaolin. However, although he had no pursuit, Kucheng could not tolerate such gaffes from his monks.
"calm"
Kuyana suddenly gave a sharp scolding, and this Koyana roar was like a lion's roar, which had the function of a warning from the Buddhists. The Zhike monk finally calmed down.
"Abbott, a large number of Jin cavalry appeared at the foot of the mountain."
Zhike Monk finally said the words clearly, but Kucheng's body suddenly trembled, and his whole body seemed to have aged dozens of years.
The army has never been something that martial arts sects can deal with. Not to mention that Shaolin is in its lowest period in history, even Shaolin in its heyday can never stop the army.
Kucheng climbed up from the futon and walked towards the outside of the main hall like an old farmer.
Several young monks of the highest generation rushed quickly behind Kuchen with angry expressions. They seemed to want to follow Kuchen to death, but Kuchen stopped just as he stepped out of the main hall.
"Tianming, take Wu Se and Wu Xiang to the Sutra Pavilion to pack up the important Shaolin classics and be ready to leave at any time."
Kucheng turned around and looked at the few teenagers following him. These teenagers were all in their teens or twenties, and they were at the most impulsive age in their lives. Even if they became a monk, they were still full of passion, but in Kucheng's eyes,
These young men are already the whole hope of Shaolin. Originally, Tianming was Kuchen's unofficial appointment as the next Shaolin abbot.
"master"
Tianming looked at Kuchen in disbelief. The world's martial arts masters came from Shaolin. Even a three-year-old child knows this sentence. However, in the past thirty years, not a single monk from Shaolin has come down the mountain. The world seems to have forgotten Shaolin.
This is a shame for Tianming who regards Shaolin as his home and heaven, and now the abbot's decision to give up resistance is even more unacceptable to Tianming.
"go"
Kucheng turned around and shouted, with an extremely sad look on his face. Tianming was stunned for a moment. This was the first time in his nearly twenty years of youth that Tianming had seen Kucheng lose his composure.
"Shen Qinggang, a loose person in the world of martial arts, pays a visit to Shaolin."
At this moment, a high-pitched voice sounded from the front yard.
The person who came was naturally Ziqin. In his previous life, Ziqin also read many books about human beings. Among them, there were many ways to seize Shaolin Jiuyang, but most of them were through copying scriptures. In this way, Ziqin
I thought about it, but finally gave up.
The world's martial arts originates from Shaolin. It's definitely not just talk.
Thirty years ago, Shaolin had a great reputation in the martial arts world, and its seventy-two stunts were unparalleled in the world. Perhaps at that time, the worldly sect Lingjiu Palace, the peerless wonder Xiao Feng, the Duan family in Dali had one Yang and six meridians, and Murong Gusu had many Shaolin disciples.
scenery, but it is undeniable that Shaolin still occupies an important position in the martial arts world. Today, thirty years later, everyone feels that Shaolin has declined, but Ziqin does not think so.
Although there are existences in this world that are known as the Five Ultimate Skills, martial arts have actually declined a lot compared to a few decades ago. Hong Qigong's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are definitely not comparable to Xiao Feng.
It's not worthy. As for Nan Di, he hasn't even practiced the Yiyang Finger to the extreme, not to mention that the Six Meridians Divine Sword, which requires the use of the Yiyang Finger as a foundation, has long been lost.
Most of the unparalleled martial arts skills of more than thirty years ago have been lost or have been hidden from the world, but there is only one place that still retains the martial arts skills of more than thirty years ago, and that is Shaolin.
Ziqin came so openly and openly to seek out Shaolin martial arts. Of course, it was impossible to take them all. If he took them all, the Shaolin monks would probably fight tooth and nail, but one or two books would definitely not be a big problem.
"Kukayana has seen you, sir."
Kucheng looked at Ziqin who was striding forward, clasping his hands and saluting slightly, but the latter held Kucheng's wrist and helped Kucheng up.
"We are both from the martial arts world, why should we be so polite?"
Ziqin smiled, but there was a trace of shock in his eyes. When he stretched out his hand just now, Kucheng's hand shrank slightly and avoided his palm. Then he returned to the original place and let him catch it as if he thought of something.
In one stretch, the speed was extremely fast. From this point of view, one could conclude that if Kuyana wanted to take his life, it would be effortless.
Fortunately, Shaolin in this era was in its lowest decline in history due to the Xuanci and Kutoutuo incidents. Otherwise, no matter how courageous Ziqin was, he would never dare to come to Shaolin to demand secret books.
"Your Excellency, you might as well go into the hall and sit down, and wait for the monks from this temple to serve you some tea."
The bitter passenger looked at Ziqin politely, but the latter showed a faint smile.
Seeing this smile, Kuchen's heart suddenly jumped, and an unpleasant feeling emerged.
"Don't be in a hurry to drink tea. Shen has heard about the reputation of Shaolin a long time ago. If the abbot doesn't mind, how about he show me around Shaolin."
Ziqin said with a smile. The feeling of uneasiness in Kucheng's heart became stronger and stronger. But faced with the life and death of the temple, how could Kucheng dare to refuse Ziqin's request? He led Ziqin to walk slowly in the temple, and several young disciples
At first he wanted to follow, but was told to retreat by Kuchen.
It was the Southern Song Dynasty at this time, and the area of Shaolin was not very large. In a short time, Kucheng had already taken Ziqin to cover most of Shaolin, including places such as Bodhidharma Academy and the Discipline Hall, which were never open to outsiders.
Walked by.
Seeing that the Shaolin tour was almost complete and Kucheng was about to lead Ziqin back to the front hall, Ziqin suddenly spoke calmly.
"Shen heard that the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion is the best in the world. I wonder if the abbot can give me a tour."
Although he said it very calmly, Kucheng was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.
PS: The Sutra Pavilion, the Sutra Pavilion, should we move the Sutra Pavilion in Shaolin? Will the Shaolin monks be desperate? It’s a contradiction.
Ziqin said, readers, please give me your votes, which is commonly known as Jiuyang. If you give me more votes, there is no problem with the seventy-two stunts. If you give me more votes, okay, I will venture into Xiangyang to dig the tomb of Dugu Daxia.
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