Halfway up Wuru Peak, on the stone steps going down the mountain from Shaolin, the yellow-robed monk who came towards me was none other than Hui'an!
Everything seems like yesterday, except that the monk's robe is a little worn and his face is slightly tired and dusty, nothing has changed!
"Amitabha, Junior Brother Hui Xing, it's been a long time! This time I just sent Master Lu to Shaolin, I have to go down the mountain to continue my training. Summit 23S. The fastest update"
Hui'an looked at Hui Xing calmly, but when he looked at the ancient temple behind him, there was a slight fluctuation. He lowered his head respectfully, clasped his hands, and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Donor Lu?"
Hui Xing was slightly startled when he heard the words, and glanced at the young man in surprise. His pupils suddenly shrank, as if he remembered something, and his eyes couldn't help but wander around the man and Wu Ming who stopped.
"Lu Ziqing, Yuezhou Shanyin, has met the master!"
Just as he thought, Lu Ziqing took a step forward and bowed his hands.
What he said was the ancestral land of the Lu family. Apparently he had already visited it and officially visited the Shaolin Temple in the name of a descendant of the Lu family!
"The donor is polite, please help yourself!"
Hui Xing nodded slightly and stepped aside with Hui An, leaving space for the two of them.
"Cousin, long time no see!"
Lu Ziqing's style is still the same, but he is more calm and mature, and even more handsome and charming!
It is not difficult to guess that after returning to the ancestral land, there must be another opportunity and the strength will make great progress!
"Yeah, after two years of separation, I didn't expect that we would meet again in Shaolin Temple!"
Wu Ming's eyes looked complicated, and he sighed deeply in his heart.
The fate with Shaolin Temple will finally end today!
Hundreds of years ago, Lu Guanchao, the ancestor of the Lu family, had a relationship with a Shaolin holy monk that led to his enlightenment in zazen. The legacy he left behind will eventually be passed on to future generations.
Lu Jiuyuan, who once came but did not take it, either because he was disdainful or because he did not need it, also chose to leave it to future generations.
In this flash, I don’t know how many years have passed!
When Wu Ming came to the Shaolin Temple, he also did not try to fulfill this cause and effect. After all, he had a big plan.
This opportunity is indeed beyond imagination for ordinary people, and even for him, but it is far from enough to get him out of trouble.
But the blood descendants of Lu Guanchao are definitely not Wu Ming alone, there are also Lu Ziqing brother and sister and other descendants of the Lu family!
"I heard from Master Hui'an that you were in Shaolin Temple, so I wanted to come and see you. It happened that Second Grandpa was destined to ask me to come and pay homage to the Holy Monk Xuanhong. When we go back, you and I are traveling together, so it's time to meet Second Grandpa.
!”
Lu Ziqing smiled.
"What's there to see?"
Wu Ming's appearance was neither salty nor bland, but his heart was slightly moved.
This second grandfather is undoubtedly Lu Jiuyuan. It is not difficult to guess the identity of the holy monk Xuanhong. He is probably the Shaolin monk who debated Zen with Lu Guanchao, the ancestor of the Lu family.
For no reason, an indistinct face appeared in his mind that looked like an old man, a middle-aged man, and a young monk at the same time!
It was the monk who took him into the secluded Zen monastery and played the chess piece when he was writing poems that day!
After rejecting the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra" sent by the other party to understand the cause and effect, it didn't take long for Lu Ziqing to be found. The saint's methods were indeed extraordinary!
It was obvious that when he set foot in Shaolin, the other party had already anticipated various possibilities and made various arrangements.
Even when the Lu brothers and sisters return to their hometown, the holy monk may have already started to resolve the cause and effect!
At this moment, Wu Ming deeply realized the true meaning of the twelve words: the saint is in harmony with heaven, the upper body is heavenly heart, and the lower body is safe for the people!
Even though he has extraordinary experience and knowledge, and has various means and plans, he seems too immature to face such old monsters who have been around for countless years.
Ancestor Xuan Sheng is like this, the unknown holy monk is like this, and Holy Buddha Dao Ye is like this, they are all unfathomable and profound!
"Cousin, don't be resentful. Second Grandpa also has his own reasons! I'm taking you back this time, firstly because of family ties, and secondly to compensate you!"
Lu Ziqing's smile froze and his face darkened.
"What? Are you trying to act like a cousin to me?"
Wu Ming walked closer and looked at Lu Ziqing, who was more restrained, with an indescribable indifference on his face, "When you go back, don't forget to pick up your cousin. For girls, it's hard to say whether you're out alone all the time!"
"you……"
Lu Ziqing didn't expect Wu Ming to say such words. His eyes flashed with shock and anger. His chest heaved up and down a few times before he suppressed his anger and said, "I can rest assured that Zijin is with you. When he comes back this time, he will understand
Take her back, but Second Grandpa ordered me to take you back too, and you should also meet his old man."
"If I don't go, do you still want to take me back by force?"
Wu Ming said with a playful smile.
"Cousin, you have to know that it's not that the second grandpa doesn't want to help you, but..."
Lu Ziqing said in a deep voice.
"Haha, maybe you don't have the face to see me!"
Wu Ming's face suddenly darkened and he said coldly.
"You... I know you have resentment in your heart, but some things are really not what you imagine, things in this world..."
Lu Ziqing trembled all over, his eyes showing pain and confusion.
"It's not what I imagined? What else could it be? Didn't my grandparents die to save me, or did my grandparents die for me? I was trapped in Beijin as a hostage for five years, but the reason for coming back was because
Mother keeps a filial piety, parents have bad news, tell me, what is it like?"
Wu Ming glanced sideways at Lu Ziqing and walked down the mountain indifferently.
If you say that for the sake of becoming a saint, you can give up family ties and blood, then there is no need to fight for such a holy path.
In fact, for Wu Ming, there is not much real resentment. After all, he is Wu Ming from China, but the remnants of Wu Ming from China affect him all the time.
"surface……"
Lu Ziqing slowly closed his eyes, raised his arm and slowly lowered it, took out a bag, and said bitterly, "This is what the second grandpa gave you. He said it was..."
"Since he has already expected that I won't go, why bother?"
Wu Ming walked away without looking back.
"Why!"
Lu Ziqing tremblingly put the bag into his arms without saying a word.
As Wu Ming said, how could Lu Jiuyuan, who had already anticipated his reaction, not know the result?
"Things are right and people are not the same, let it go, let it go! Hahaha!"
From the mountains and forests, a long, mocking, and slightly desolate roar came, making Lu Ziqing's handsome face extremely ugly.
"Amitabha!"
Hui Xingchang pronounced the name of the Buddha.
From beginning to end, Hui'an didn't say a word. She just kept looking at the direction Wu Ming was leaving, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Donor Lu, please follow Junior Brother Huixing into the temple. It's time for the poor monk to come down the mountain!"
When Wu Ming could no longer be seen, Hui'an urged him, bowed to the Shaolin Temple, and then went down the mountain without looking back.
"Junior, thank you, Master, for escorting us all the way!"
Lu Ziqing came to his senses in a daze, looked down the mountain for the last time, and followed Hui up the mountain with a desolate expression.
"Lu Ziqing, Lu Ziqing, this is the only thing I can help you with! Now, in the eyes of the Shaolin Temple monks, I am nothing more than a stubborn person who behaves surly and cannot be cultivated. I am just about to be called a demon!"
Little did he know that Wu Ming, who was walking down the mountain, also had a flash of sadness in his eyes.
Nowadays, Shaolin has a lot of criticisms against him. If he and Lu Ziqing are closely friends, it may cause many twists and turns in his trip.
The most important thing is that Wu Ming now has another asylum, and what he wants to do next is even more contrary to Shaolin. It can even be said that he is completely opposite to Shaolin, so he has to prepare in advance!
…
"What? You're going down the mountain? Why didn't you come earlier and let me know?"
After Chu Zu'an thought about crossing the cliff, Shenxiu's face was slightly condensed. The calm expression in the past was gone, replaced by a hint of shock and anger.
"Uncle Master, this son's surly behavior has already caused dissatisfaction among the elders in the temple. It is reasonable to go down the mountain this time. There is no need to worry too much about him!"
Hui Ku bowed respectfully and then said a little puzzled.
"If you fail to succeed, you will fail!"
Rarely, Shenxiu cursed angrily.
Hui Ku trembled and did not dare to respond.
Only Shenxiu dared to speak so frankly about the faults of the elders in the temple, after all, their status lies there.
Except for his slightly inferior cultivation, Shenxiu is no worse than them in any aspect. In a few years, those people may not be qualified to show off for him!
"I know you don't understand, but as long as you think about it, even the master will not expel Wu Ming, you should know that this matter is not as simple as it seems."
Shenxiu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice with lingering anger.
"This... But now that things have come to this, is it possible that we still want to go to war over a mere young man who is practicing physical training?"
Hui Ku's face tightened and he said with a bitter face.
"Confused! When have you ever seen a mere body-refining warrior who is caught up in a dispute over the holy way, trapped in a dragon's trap, involved with the true dragon's relics, and is also being watched by several saints? Based on any of these points alone,
It’s never too much to go to war!”
Shenxiu cursed as if he hated iron.
"It is precisely for this reason that the elders, and even the leader, did not want to be too involved with it, and wanted to avoid the whirlpool of the Holy Path dispute, which led to this son leaving the temple early!"
Hui Ku still didn't understand. If he didn't respect Shenxiu so much, he would have refuted the decisions of the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple.
"The cycle of cause and effect, my Shaolin Temple is contaminated with cause and effect, and I am in the game. No matter what layout is made, it will not change.
What's more, that guy never fights an uncertain battle. Just thinking about what he did in Song Jing makes me feel uneasy, as if something big is going to happen!"
Shenxiu frowned and stared at the south, twisting the rosary in his hand very quickly.
But no matter how much I recite Buddhist scriptures silently, I can't suppress the frightening feeling that has been lingering in my heart for a long time since I learned that Wu Ming was coming down the mountain!
"Uncle Junior, you are too alarmist..."
Hui Ku was secretly surprised, but she always felt that she took Wu Ming too seriously.
Wow!
Before he finished speaking, the rosary beads in Shenxiu's hand were suddenly disconnected, and the rosary beads scattered on the ground, making his handsome face look extremely ugly.
Boom!
Almost at the same time, the majestic bells shook the void, and the clear sky was shaken. The successive bells revealed an indescribable sense of compassion for heaven and earth, making people feel awe and a touch of sadness in their hearts!
"This is……"
Hui Ku was inexplicably shocked, as if she had thought of something.
"Amitabha, Uncle Xuanbei, has passed away!"
Shenxiu slowly knelt down, solemnly and devoutly lowered his head towards the hut at the foot of the mountain, knelt down on the ground and continued chanting sutras.
"What?"
Hui Ku was startled, then he knelt down respectfully and chanted sutras sadly.