In the sixteenth year of Jinghao, the drought is still there.
Until the end of the year, it suddenly rained heavily for several months in the south, with a harsh climate and frequent earthquakes, which changed from a national drought to a death from a drought in the north and a death from a flood in the south.
Under extreme rainstorms, rivers burst into dams, floods crossed, flooding overwhelming dozens of counties, and the vast horizon was vast.
"Such disaster has never happened in the ages, and no dynasty can survive it."
The old monk gave an evaluation and was compassionate to the heavens.
Shaolin's inheritance for thousands of years is a living history. Shi Bodhi himself has lived for a long time, and he is still terrified by this world-destroying disaster.
In the years of severe drought, children with tender skin and tender flesh are a sin.
Under the flood, living beings are extinct, and human sins have become extravagant hopes, and there is no chance to show them.
Zhang Wu and the other two walked along the way, opening up a medicinal garden in famous mountains and rivers, leaving behind many backgrounds and back-ups.
Zhang Wu was not afraid of Shi Bodhi taking out his medicine field.
The old monk can live for a few decades at most. In such a short time, these drugs cannot become thousands of years of spiritual medicine, and it is useless to pick them.
When the old monk dies, what can the juniors of Shaolin use to break the Feng Shui pattern arranged by Zhangwu?
In this way, they slept in the open and traveled around the world. They had been to the westernmost part of Dakun, saw the exotic style, and then went south to Dan'er City, surrounded by the sea, and were endless.
As for the little girl, she had been sent back to Shaolin by Shi Bodhi.
They adopt many abandoned babies every year. They raise them until they are fifteen years old and can choose to go down the mountain or continue to become monks.
With what I learned in Shaolin, these disciples are much better than ordinary people, and no matter how bad they are, they will not fall into the bottom of society.
Most women marry powerful families, while most men become famous in the world.
As time goes by, it has a roundabout relationship with major families, so Shaolin naturally responds to it.
In the restaurant room, Zhang Wu took a shower and shaved his beard with a shave in front of the bronze mirror.
His appearance has long been frozen in his youth and will not grow a beard.
But in order not to reveal his flaws, he could only put on fake beards.
Now that you can control matter in your mind, shaved your head, and you can grow long hair overnight by just urging your flesh and blood. Growing a beard is naturally a piece of cake.
Longevity is his ultimate secret. In order not to reveal the truth, no details can be left out.
Especially on the face.
He is now forty years old and enters middle age. He should have wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and his skin should not be as tight as a young man.
All these require internal energy to the face, and carefully constrict the muscles on the face bit by bit in front of the bronze mirror, forming wrinkles, and then blowing the skin up, which looks relatively loose and can show a sense of age.
Even though Zhang Wu is already familiar with this, he still checks it over and over again before he can go out to meet people.
Uncle Six and the old monk are both intelligent and demons, and they can't hide any clues from them. Only by being careful can one get the ten thousand-year ship.
After a busy life, Zhang Wu pushed the door open and looked into the hall from the second floor.
Dan'er City is too remote and there are not many people. There are only two or three tables of guests at noon.
Ma Liu was next door. Zhang Wu didn't think much about it, and he pushed the door and shouted "Uncle Liu".
As a result, as soon as the door was opened, Lao Liu was flustering the paper on the table, folding it in his arms, which seemed to be guilty.
Zhang Wu was stunned and pretended not to care and asked:
"Uncle Six, is there no news from the court yet?"
“Not yet.”
Ma Liu shook his head and stood up to greet him.
Looking at Uncle Six's old face, Zhang Wu sighed in his heart.
Time is ruthless, and Uncle Liu's head has more white hair, his qi and blood are declining, his feet often cannot keep up, and his skills gradually deteriorate.
At the beginning of the year, the fourth brother Xiao Jingchen and his 200,000 border troops swept the world and rushed towards the capital.
Wherever they passed, the affected counties were powerless to resist, and Dakun's social order also collapsed completely. The capital was like an isolated island standing in the sea, waiting for Xiao Jingchen to fight and decide the outcome.
According to Zhang Wu's estimate, Emperor Jing Hao was cursed by the altar and would not be able to live long. Five years was his limit.
It is now the sixth year, and it should have been reported that he has passed away, but there has been no news until now.
Zhang Wu's idea was very simple. He hid far away, which made Emperor Jing Hao feel frustrated until his death, and his wisdom was useless.
When Xiao Jingyi and the fourth brother fought each other and suffered both defeats, he and the old monk returned to Beijing to destroy them and eliminate the big troubles.
This is the way to survive, and you will never be merciful.
The three brothers of the Xiao family are all the materials for being emperors. There is a basic principle for the emperor's way, that is, "Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!"
If you don’t kill them, when they settle down, they will definitely kill you with a butcher knife.
Either surrender or die.
There is no third way.
Zhang Wu has always liked to take the initiative and never allowed others to put a knife on his neck, so that he could realize it later.
"Uncle Six, why don't we go back and hide outside the capital and not participate in their struggle. No matter who lives, the Xiao brothers will win in the end."
"Should you wait for two more days. Uncle will send someone to sea to find out the news. He should be back soon."
Ma Liu patted Zhang Wu on the shoulder, walked out of the room with him in his arms, ready to go to the hall for dinner.
What is it like overseas? Whether there is a supreme master? These are related to Xiao Jingchen's strength and heritage. Only by knowing oneself and an enemy can one win every battle.
Zhang Wu had no choice but to nod his head to agree.
The old monk was also called out, and the three of them ate some vegetarian food and vegetables, and talked about their practice.
After exchanging experience, Zhang Wu asked:
"Senior brother, you and I have now reached the top of the world. If you are not the supreme master, you cannot do anything to you and me. But I feel that the supreme master's realm is not the end of your practice. Is there still a realm going up?"
“Of course there is.”
Explain Bodhi says:
"Our monks have limited human bodies and live at most 200 years old, but their hearts are unlimited. According to the handbook of the Supreme Master of Shaolin, he himself explored a higher level, but he was old and weak, and did not move forward.
That's it."
Zhang Wu asked humbly:
"What is that realm called?"
The old monk put his hands together and said with respect:
"My Buddhism believes that this state has attained the Arhat fruit, and is called the Arhat realm, but those who do not believe in Buddhism are called land gods."
"The land god?"
Zhang Wu murmured to himself, thinking about the meaning of these four words.
It is already considered that you can call the wind and rain, and you have some magical means.
However, this is not a real magical power, and it is impossible to make the sky wind and rain with a wave of your hand.
To put it bluntly, it’s just that people influence the environment, and they cause the mountains to sense through long whistles, which is worthless to talk about.
As for the golden elixirs for cultivating immortals, the Nascent Soul, etc.... the way of cultivation in this world is definitely not that evil.
After thinking about it, Zhang Wu asked again:
"Is there any realm above the land gods?"
The old monk nodded and said:
"It should be, but I don't know what level it is. However, according to my Shaolin founder, the ultimate goal of cultivation is nothing more than two."
“What are the two?”
"It is possible to break the mystery of life and death, immortality, and break the void and ascend and leave."
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