Chapter 105: Secret Fight in the Sutra Pavilion, Xiao Yuanshan!
Murong Fu held his breath and concentrated, and avoided two monks who were patrolling the night with swords.
Although he was not familiar with the layout of the Shaolin Temple and the night watch arrangements, with a few quick observations during the day, he roughly figured out that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was located in the back mountain of Shaolin. With his excellent hearing, he could always find out when the night watch monk was still there.
When you are ten feet away, hide your body in advance.
After evading five groups of monks who were patrolling at night, Murong Fu finally arrived outside the wall of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Surprisingly, there are not as many guards here as Murong Fu imagined. There is no one around the huge Sutra Pavilion. There are still lamps and candles in other places. In order to avoid fire, the Sutra Pavilion is lit all year round.
Without lights, the whole attic is like a tomb hidden in the silent night, with unknown past events buried inside.
Murong Fu lightly crossed the courtyard wall, and the moment he landed, he rolled sideways and hid behind the nearest rockery, observing the movements around him attentively. During the whole process, he did not make a sound.
Only when he was sure that no one was around did he emerge from his hiding place with confidence.
"It's strange, how come the important place of Shaolin is so poorly guarded? No wonder Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have been hiding for thirty years and no one found them."
Murong Fu thought to himself.
But these have nothing to do with my purpose tonight, it would be nice if no one was guarding me.
Compared with the majestic atmosphere of other places in Shaolin, the Sutra Pavilion seems a bit too petty. It is a small building with a height of one or two stories. If it were not for the three characters "Sutra Pavilion" clearly written on the plaque at the door, Murong Fu would have thought that it was a small building.
I touched the wrong place.
There was only a simple door lock on the door. Murong Fu took out a silver needle from his arms, put it in the keyhole and fiddled with it a few times, and the door lock opened.
"Why are you becoming more and more like a thief?" Murong Fu complained silently, trying to relieve his nervous mood.
I hope I don't meet those three old monsters.
He took a deep breath and gently pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion. After entering, he looked around again before closing the door.
Time is of the essence, and if someone finds out that there is no one in their room, there is no telling.
In my memory, the first floor mainly contained Buddhist scriptures and the experiences of eminent monks of all ages. Murong Fu was not interested in these. What he wanted to understand was, what happened in the Shaolin Temple thirty years ago? Why did the eminent monks of the Ling generation come to the temple overnight?
There has been no news for a while.
So he went straight to the second floor, where there were seventy-two special skills, as well as the two scriptures "Lotus Sutra" and "Za Agama Sutra" that the sweeping monk casually placed beside these secret books.
He took out the fire folder, blew it, held it in one hand, and searched among the bookshelves with the help of the weak firelight.
On the bookshelf, from time to time, you can see a book about Shaolin's unique skills such as "The Invisible Tribulation Finger". These magical skills that are regarded as treasures by outsiders are placed casually on the bookshelf.
He casually picked up a copy of "Prajna Palm" and flipped through it a few times. This was one of Shaolin Abbot Xuanci's two special skills. Murong Bo also picked a copy and placed it in Murong's Huanshi Shui Pavilion. However,
The original owner did not practice, and he just thought that the "World in the Sleeve" among the seventy-two stunts was interesting, so he practiced it a little bit.
He glanced at it twice and put it back. Then he concentrated on finding the two Buddhist scriptures that the sweeping monk had brought to the second floor.
The full name of the "Lotus Sutra" is the "Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma". It is the sermon of the Buddha Sakyamuni in his later years. The content of the sermon is supreme. It clearly shows that everyone can become a Buddha regardless of the rich or the poor. It is the king of Mahayana classics. It is its
It provides the possibility for harmonious coexistence among Buddhist believers.
...
Murong Fu silently recalled the information about these two Buddhist scriptures in his memory.
These two Buddhist scriptures teach others to practice Buddhism, get rid of old grudges, and reconcile with others...
Suddenly, a spark flashed in my mind, dispersing a small part of the misty fog.
Murong Fu suddenly thought of a possibility: the sweeping monk might know the grudge between Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, no matter what the reason was.
Calculating the time, the sweeping monk said that he had been sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion for forty-two years. Thirty years ago, the Yanmen Pass Massacre broke out, so the time was completely right.
He could completely imagine a scene like this: Xuanci went to the frontier when he was young, led the Central Plains masters to attack the innocent Xiao Yuanshan family, and then reported to the abbot of Lingmen who was unable to go there in person for some reason... And
All this was seen by the sweeping monk who had been sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion for more than ten years. One day, Xiao Yuanshan came to the Sutra Pavilion. His skills were completely different from those of the Central Plains warriors. As soon as he stepped into the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion,
At that moment, he was noticed by the sweeping monk in the corner. What did the sweeping monk think of when he contacted Xuanci's report at that time... Later, his cheap dad, Murong Bo, also came to the Sutra Collection Pavilion.
.....
And this pair of rivals, who have been dealing with each other for decades, have never known that the other is their sworn enemy in the past years.
No, do you want to make it so mysterious?
Murong Fu shook his head. He always felt that he thought too much about things. No matter how strong the sweeping monk was, he would still be a human being who would experience birth, old age, illness and death, not an omniscient and omnipotent God.
But once some thoughts appear, they are like weeds taking root in the soil of thought.
Don't be like this, Murong Fu, it doesn't matter what the truth is or not, it doesn't affect you being a bastard in the countryside of Gusu. Why do you worry so much?
He tried hard to persuade himself not to continue the investigation and to just leave. What does the grudge from the previous generation have to do with him?
But there was a force pushing him to move forward, and a voice in his heart kept saying to himself: "Keep investigating, keep pursuing!"
With the help of the firelight, he found a book. On the cover, the five characters "Miaoho Lotus Sutra" stood out.
Can't it be such a coincidence? Can we meet this?
He calmed down and opened the book, and the yellowed scroll came into view:
I heard that, for a time, the Buddha was living in the Qijijue Mountain in the city of Rajagaha, together with twelve thousand great bhikkhus, all of whom were Arhats. All the outflows had been eliminated, and there were no more worries.
...
Murong Fu was not interested in these Buddhist scriptures. He just wanted to know if there were any clues related to the truth of that year. So he just glanced at it briefly and turned to the last page. And there were several words on this page.
A row of small characters on the left attracted his attention: Lingmen Hand Notes.
Master Lingmen? Former abbot of Shaolin and Xuanci’s master?
Murong Fu was greatly surprised by this discovery. He didn't expect to find the handwritten notes of the previous generation of eminent monks here, but they were placed in the Sutra Pavilion. There might be some clues.
However, after looking at it, he was greatly disappointed.
This whole article is just a very normal senior monk’s understanding of Buddhist scriptures. Is there anything unusual about it?
He put down the scroll with some disappointment and wanted to look at something else.
But after flipping around for a while, by some strange coincidence, he returned to the bookshelf and carefully placed the volume of scripture in his arms.
Well, I am stealing books, but it is not considered stealing. What happens to scholars, can it be called stealing?
Murong Fu comforted himself in his heart with a classic quote from a certain scholar.
I scanned around again and found nothing.
"That's pretty much it for tonight."
Murong Fu said this to himself in his heart.
He blew out the fire seal and was about to return along the original path when a cold sound made him freeze in place.
"The donor has been snooping around in this Scripture-Depository Pavilion for a long time. Have you seen enough?"
The voice was old and gloomy. Almost at the same time as he spoke, a strong wind flew towards Murong Fu's back. Without thinking, Murong Fu directly waved his palm and hit him behind.
There was a muffled sound of "Peng", the two palms met, and the strong wind scattered in all directions, causing the books on the bookshelf to fly around.
Murong Fu hurriedly faced the enemy. He didn't even have time to turn his body when he took out his palm, so he couldn't gather any strength. The moment the two palms met, his right palm and half of his arm felt numb. If it hadn't been for Bei Ming
Magical body protection, this time the entire arm had to be destroyed. At the same time, the whole body hit the bookshelf. At the moment when it was about to hit, Murong Fu leaned away and avoided it. With this force, he quickly
Roll towards the side corner.
As soon as they met, Murong Fu's soul came out: "Have you been too presumptuous and made the sweeping monk unhappy?"
He used the Turtle Breathing Technique, suppressing his breathing and heartbeat to the lowest level, without giving the other party a chance to determine his position.
calm down.
Murong Fu comforted himself silently.
If it was the sweeping monk who wanted to attack him, he would have already fallen down just now. What's more, with the sweeping monk's cultivation, he would not need a sneak attack to defeat a novice like himself?
It couldn't be the sweeping monk, so it could only be a senior monk of the Xuan generation or one of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.
And if you are a Xuan generation, you don’t need to be sneaky when entering the Sutra Pavilion...
So, who is Xiao Yuanshan or Murong Bo?
After confirming that the other party had the same guilty conscience as himself, Murong Fu stopped panicking and asked in the direction where he was just now: "Who are you, sir, and why did you do this thing of stabbing someone in the back?" Of course, before speaking, Murong Fu
I never forgot to use my inner strength to change my voice, making my voice sound like a middle-aged man.
Without a single hit, the man had already escaped, and Murong Fu could not determine the opponent's position.
The voice responded: "The donor sneaked into my Shaolin Scripture Pavilion in the middle of the night, but asked me why he was so sneaky? I'm afraid he didn't figure out the host and guest?"
Old thing, you are still putting it on for me!
Murong Fu cursed silently in his heart.
The sound was not loud, and it sounded like it was coming from far away. It was obvious that the other party was using his deep internal strength to hide his figure.
"Master, this young monk is also a Shaolin monk. He is just curious about the profound Buddhist teachings in this Sutra Pavilion, so he came to read it at night. If the master blames me, the young monk will leave now."
Old fox, since you are acting like a thief, I will play with you for a while. Murong Fu thought to himself.
Hearing Murong Fu's words, a certain figure in the darkness was also surprised and uncertain: Could it be that he was too sensitive and made a mistake?
So he asked in the direction of Murong Fu: "Whose disciple are you?"
By mistake, Murong Fu replied: "My disciple's name is Xu Zhu, and my master is Master Huicong. Master, I really just want to come here to read the Buddhist scriptures. I will leave immediately. Please don't say anything about leaving, okay?"
The figure in the darkness rolled his eyes: I believe you are the only one who has a ghost! Is there such a master among the Shaolin monks of the Xu generation?
But if the other party lies, he won't expose it.
"Since you are a disciple of the Xu generation, you should abide by the teachings of your elders. How could you sneak into our sect's stronghold in the middle of the night? It's your first offense. Leave now. I don't need to tell your elders."