The news spread like wildfire that the Three Rebel King of Jiangnan had committed suicide by self-immolation. Luo Fuzi easily suppressed the rebellion almost without a single blow. Such a thunderous method made the originally restless world calm down in an instant.
The success of two consecutive suppressions in the north and south of the Yangtze River re-established the prestige of the imperial court, forcing those with ulterior motives to curb their ambitions. The imperial court proved with facts that they did not decline due to the change of throne, but could instead
It is said to be stronger.
After the great victory, the army that suppressed Jiangnan naturally had to quickly withdraw to the capital in accordance with the rules. However, this time, Luo Fuzi, as the army counselor, unexpectedly chose to stay here for a longer time.
An unexpected guest came to his door. The visitor was the abbot of Southern Shaolin, Abbot Lingkong.
"I haven't seen you for many years. My master's demeanor is still the same. I am now polite." Abbot Lingkong came alone, with some unconcealable fatigue on his brows.
"Master is overrated. I am already seventy years old. How can I still have the grace of my youth?" Luo Fuzi shook his head and then asked: "Master Lingkong came all the way, what do you want to teach me?"
Abbot Lingkong did not answer in a hurry, but sat down on the ground like an old master. This is the old site of Jiangnan Academy. It has been abandoned for a long time due to the events of the past. Originally, there was an old servant who would come to clean it, but not long after last year, he
Also missing.
The two of them were sitting under an old locust tree. In winter, there was no green on the tree. There were fallen leaves under their feet. The old master stretched out his hand and pinched them gently, and they broke into pieces.
piece.
"Half a month ago, Senior Brother Lingxu came to visit me." Abbot Lingkong said.
Luo Fuzi stroked his beard and sighed: "Northern Shaolin is also involved in the family dispute. Although the mountain gate is not covered in dust, it is still very painful. It is reasonable for Master Lingxu to be unwilling."
"That's not the case," Abbot Lingkong shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, his Dharma is profound, and his thoughts are very different from ordinary people like us. In this disaster in Northern Shaolin, he can naturally see that there is a member of the Xiaoyao Sect among them.
shadow."
Luo Fuzi's eyes moved slightly, and he asked: "Is this happening?"
Abbot Lingkong sighed: "Senior Brother Lingzhu passed away in the temple before the masters of the family besieged the Northern Shaolin Mountain Gate. If he was still alive, the situation would not have reached this point."
"So, Abbot Lingkong thought it was someone from the Xiaoyao Sect who killed Master Lingzhu?" Luo Fuzi thought for a while and asked, "This is all the abbot's speculation. Is there any evidence?"
"Senior Brother Lingzhu has great martial arts skills. The place where he passed away left a deep sword mark," Abbot Lingkong said with deep eyes, "Now the two Wudang people have passed away, and the seniors from Emei Kunlun have also passed away early.
The only one left in the world who can use such sword skills is the Xiaoyao Sect."
Luo Fuzi raised his eyes and looked at Lingkong for a long time, and then said: "This person Taixuan behaves strangely. I never understand what he thinks. It's just that he has never had any problems with Shaolin. Why did he choose to stay here?"
Time to start?"
"Tai Xuan's actions are all in compliance with the way of heaven. Not only Senior Brother Lingzhu, but also Lao Na almost became a dead soul under his sword." Abbot Lingkong said.
"The Way of Heaven? Ridiculous," Luo Fuzi frowned and said, "He is just a village man in the mountains, how dare he talk about the Way of Heaven?"
Abbot Lingkong chuckled and said: "Master is a scholar of heaven and man, so naturally he looks down on the Taoism of Xiaoyao Sect."
As he spoke, he sighed again: "I'm afraid this is the reason why Bei Mingzi plotted against everyone but the Master."
Hearing this name, Luo Fuzi's face gradually darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "He is a man who deceives the Lord with evil words. I regret that I didn't pay attention to him and asked him to arouse Your Majesty's curiosity about the theory of immortality. Otherwise, how would we be like today?"
Right and wrong!”
Abbot Lingkong shook his head and said: "Bei Mingzi is indeed a prodigy in this world. I think he really understood the method of immortality recorded on the stone outside the sky, otherwise he would not have been killed in the end."
Luo Fuzi said calmly: "The cycle of life and death, the Yin and Yang Dao, it is absolutely impossible for anyone in the world to live forever. The so-called immortality is just a false theory."
Abbot Lingkong said helplessly: "Master sees clearly, but there are mostly ordinary people in the world. Although I read Buddhism, I am not immune to secularism. What Bei Mingzi has learned in his life, coupled with the thousand-year inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect...
I can’t believe it.”
Luo Fuzi snorted coldly, while Abbot Lingkong smiled bitterly and said: "Perhaps Bei Mingzi had already seen that he would not die well in the future, so he handed over the incomplete method to the emperor, but viciously gave away the complete immortality method.
The method tells us.”
Luo Fuzi looked at him with a mocking look on his face: "So, Taixuan is going to comply with the 'way of heaven' you talk about and kill all of you who are trying to live forever?"
"Exactly..." Abbot Lingkong looked bitter and sighed: "I don't know what Taixuan is thinking, but none of us old guys can escape."
The old master said calmly: "It's simply ridiculous. Immortality is nonsense. Why do you bother yourself?"
Abbot Lingkong raised his head and looked at the sky, and said sadly: "I practiced martial arts as a young man, but in just ten years, I have become one of the world's best masters. After that, I traveled around the world for several years. I thought that if I had a clear mind, I would be able to move forward in the martial arts. Who knew,
It turns out there is such a big mountain above our heads."
Luo Fuzi was silent. After a while, Abbot Lingkong said: "I am not willing to give in."
The old monk raised his head, his eyes full of pity: "I haven't reached the end of my martial arts yet, but I haven't made any progress in the past few decades, just because the law of heaven does not allow it... I am unwilling to accept it."
"Even if what you said is indeed true, are you really willing to try such illusory theories as immortality?" Luo Fuzi said in a deep voice.
"So what if you don't believe it?" Abbot Lingkong laughed miserably and said, "Did the predecessors leave the inheritance just to make fun of me? I don't believe it, and neither do others."
Luo Fuzi looked at him steadily, and then said: "Since the abbot has made up his mind, there is no need to come to find me again. If you can save Taixuan, you can go and find your immortal martial arts."
"It's a pity that I can't wait any longer."
Abbot Lingkong's eyes were full of desolation, and he only heard him say: "The method of immortality does exist. Beimingzi knows everything from the stone outside the sky. This is God's will. It's a shame that Taixuan claims to follow the way of heaven, but he doesn't
We are not allowed to explore that avenue, so we have no choice but to resort to this strategy."
After saying that, Abbot Lingkong stood up slowly, and a surge of true energy surged up in his body, causing his monk's robe to automatically move without wind. Master Luo also stood up and looked at him coldly: "Abbot Lingkong, do you want to take my life?"
"Amitabha," Abbot Lingkong clasped his hands together and said sadly: "It's a shame that Taixuan has blocked it. It's impossible for us to pry into the way of heaven on our own. So, we can only place our hope on the destiny of heaven...
After my death, I will definitely fall into the endless hell and never be reincarnated. Even so——"
Luo Fuzi's expression finally changed, and for the first time his stern eyes contained murderous intent: "It turns out that you are targeting His Highness the Grand Sun."