Chapter 98 The Legend of Xiangshu, the fifteenth day of the first month
Jueguang sighed and brought ten sets of Ksitigarbha Sutra, which he had copied for several months, to Yigu Villa.
Lu Zhengkang gestured with his lips to put the scriptures on the couch.
The monk had a frown on his face, put down his book and stood still in place, like a dark iron pillar.
"What do you want to say?"
The bald donkey smiled and said, "Buddha, have you heard about Xiangshu?"
"Mr. Xu said something," Lu Zhengkang continued to read "The Number of Plum Blossoms", "What, the evil guest I just met is related to Xiangshu?"
Jueguang nodded, "That's what the abbot said. Did the Buddha also pay attention to the fight just now?"
"It's not like I'm deaf, so why can't I hear such a loud noise?"
"Master Abbot told the monks to be more vigilant. This blood cult has a long history and is based in the southeast of Gyeongsang Province. I'm afraid conflicts are inevitable in the future."
"Um."
He looked uninterested, which made the monk a little anxious. He turned to Xu Ranxue and said, "Xu Xiucai, you have a sharp tongue. Please tell me what Xiangshu means."
The scholar is now driven to and from other courtyards and his home by monks every day, but he has accepted the favor and cannot show off to this bad bald donkey. He still remembers the night of August 14 when Chuo Guang quarreled with him.
So Mr. Xu came over with a reluctant expression and squeezed directly to Jue Guang. The monk curled his lips and took a few steps back, subdued.
The scholar stood in front of Lu Zhengkang and cleared his throat, so Lu Zhengkang raised his head and made a listening gesture.
"This Xiangshu is an ancient demon god. Since the beginning of written records, he has often brought trouble to the world and induced people to become evil and evil. He turned into a minion." Xu Ranxue spoke eloquently and clearly, and was more articulate than those warriors.
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"Once anyone is in extreme grief, he or she may become possessed by evil spirits. In addition, it is unbelievable to hear that many witchcraft and evil methods can induce people to become possessed by evil spirits.
"This demon is arrogant, but evil always prevails. Legend has it that a group of peerless masters who claim to be the descendants of Taiwu appear in the world. They have a secret method that can make the heartless people return to their true nature. Later, they even unite with the major martial arts sects in the world.
All the great heroic families suppressed the demon god Xiangshu in one fell swoop, and the sea, rivers and rivers were clear from then on.
"It's a pity that the good times did not last long. More than ten years ago, Xiangshu broke the seal and killed more than 30 emperors within nine years. The dynasties were changing. What is the Song and Yuan Dynasties and which is the Ming and Qing Dynasties? Not to mention the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
I still remember the miscellany of the Later Liang, the Later Tang, and the Western Shu
, in one day, there were actually eight royal flags in one city, really ugly Qin and Han, Yin Mao Wei, Chen Si, Jin and Sui Dynasties, Wu Wei Tang, Shen You Xu Hai, all kinds of strange things are even more bizarre. Now that I think about it, it is even more bizarre.
The feeling of helplessness shows that gods and demons are the source of troubled times."
Huo Guang's eyes widened and he was amazed.
"Xiucai, you used to be the mainstay of the opera troupe, right?"
Xu Ranxue finished speaking in one breath and exhaled happily. Hearing Bald Donkey's squeeze, he smiled faintly and said, "It's just that I've talked too much, so I'm a little more proficient."
Lu Zhengkang asked: "Is that all?"
"Yes, that's the story. Of course, the following are our personal experiences." Jue Guang also nodded to express that he had no objection.
Lu Zhengkang thought to himself, they don't know as much as I do.
"Do the abbot and the others know more about the inside story?"
"Well, there is one thing that should be regarded as an inside story. The various sects that fought against Xiangshu at the beginning, and even those aristocratic families, made an oath to Taiwu's successor. When the evil happens again in the future, they will teach their martial arts to the contemporary generation.
Taiwu will help him in his journey."
"Any more?"
"It should be gone. Master Abbot has never concealed this matter. The biography of the ancestors in the temple also mentions the past of sealing the demon head Xiangshu. Anyone can read it if they want to read it. I remember the content above."
Now Xu Ranxue was also interested, "Tell me about it."
The monk jumped out word by word, and said in a dry tone, "The second ancestor went and used his magical power to hit the pivot and it couldn't be knocked down by ten blows. When Taiwu finished his work, he joined hundreds of thousands of good hands to suppress the beast. It was sealed under a pond in the wilderness.
Later, when a village was built, it was named after me."
"No more?" The scholar blinked.
"No more." The monk nodded.
"What is this? Are you saying that your Shaolin martial arts are good, or that your second ancestor is the most outstanding?" Xu Ranxue made an argumentative voice.
"Would you believe that all the sects and sects have similar accounts of this matter? They all say how extraordinary their ancestors are." Jueguang smiled, "How can you explain what happened back then?"
Lu Zhengkang sighed and continued reading.
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During this Spring Festival, the atmosphere inside the Shaolin Temple was solemn. Due to the difficult snowy weather, there were only a few pilgrims, and the huge temple seemed deserted.
For Sun Lizhai, this Spring Festival is extremely cherished. After all, she is about to leave her hometown. For a child, this journey is still a bit heavy, not to mention whether she can have enough food and clothing to practice in Yiguan.
Whether the bhikshuni and the sisters will get along well is still unknown.
Such a terrifying unknown made her feel extremely disgusting.
For Sun Lizhai, it is best if everything is clear, so she likes to learn and explore.
Maybe studying is just a way to fill her inner fear.
She couldn't tell what she was afraid of, and she even felt that she wasn't afraid of anything, but those nightmares couldn't be faked.
The joy of seeking knowledge is not important to her. What is important is that she can forget those numerous distracting thoughts after getting lost in thinking.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, everyone who goes to the dining hall can receive a bowl of sesame yuanxiao during lunch, with plenty of sugar and it is extremely delicious.
After Lu Zhengkang finished eating the Lantern Festival, he stood under the eaves of the wing and looked at some plum blossoms in the corner.
Sun Lizhai was wearing a thick cotton coat and was holding a bunch of firecrackers in her hand. She didn't light them up and just dragged them on the ground, as if she was holding a dead snake with red scales in her hand. She ran in the snow, leaving footprints and trailing behind her.
The snowy firecrackers slide like wildfire, leaving traces of snakes.
She kept running, panting, and screaming loudly from time to time. Her voice was clear and crisp. Her body shook and her screams stopped.
The adults thought she was happy, but the child became playful.
Lu Zhengkang knew that she was afraid.
Until she was tired and everyone was tired of it.
Sun Lizhai stopped, moved to Lu Zhengkang's side, and sat down on the steps in front of him. Sun Wang, who was not far away, muttered something that made her feel cold, but she didn't dare to say it loudly.
Lu Zhengkang looked down at the little girl. She stared at the snowflakes falling into his footprints.
Eight defeats lie on his shoulders, and he is still full of energy even in winter.
"You must practice high-level martial arts within ten years." He thought silently in his heart, at least before he died in defeat, otherwise it would be difficult for the gods to save him.
Sun Lizhai gasped, "What is upper-level martial arts?"
"At the very least, you have to communicate with the heaven and earth, seize inspiration, and reverse the innate inner power."
"Okay, I agree."
Several monks who were eavesdropping smiled bitterly. Ordinary people practicing martial arts are like reaching heaven. How can it be said that it is so easy? But the Bodhisattva is a heavenly being after all. If he says he can, he can definitely do it.
Lu Zhengkang nodded casually, listening to the low hum of insects in his ears.