Master Qingwei, one of the best in the world, was sitting on a futon in the palace, with his eyes slightly closed, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and reciting the Sutra orally.
The Buddhists have Buddhist scriptures, the Taoists have Taoist scriptures, and Wudang, as the leader of the Taoist sect in the world, naturally has many authentic scriptures of Taoism.
Among them, twelve volumes of Zhenwu are regarded as classics by Taoists all over the world.
In addition to practicing martial arts, martial artists must also study, otherwise they will be reckless and uneducated.
In fact, this is indeed the case. All sects in the world have their own classics for their disciples to study, in order to achieve the effects of practicing martial arts and cultivating one's character, and reading to cultivate one's character.
Warriors are not reckless men, they are also civilized people.
However, except for the literati who knew nothing but reading, the warriors of the world regarded them as waste.
Master Qingwei recited it for a long time. When he finished reciting the last sentence, he gently exhaled, then stood up and came to the main hall of the head hall.
At this time, there was a person sitting quietly on a chair in the main hall. When he saw Master Qingwei coming out, he quickly stood up and saluted.
This person is clearly the master of Daming Peak, Master Daowei. Master Daowei said:
"The imperial court sent someone here..."
Master Qingwei nodded when he heard this, indicating that he knew, but he did not say that he wanted to see the people from the court, but asked:
"Nine sects have arrived at Wang's house?"
Master Daowei nodded, his face calm, without any disturbance, as if this big event that shocked the world was just a small matter in his eyes.
The same goes for Master Qingwei, who is even calmer and doesn't seem to take this matter seriously.
"What did Shaolin say?"
Master Qingwei sat down and flicked his fly whisk. Instead, he was more concerned about the situation at the Shaolin Temple.
After all, he is one of the great sects in the world, shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding the northern border.
Even though they haven't regained their strength yet, they will eventually give birth to top masters, after all, the foundation lies there.
"Master Yuanzheng, the first master of Shaolin Luohan Hall, sent a message saying that they will not pursue this matter."
"I just hope Hui... I hope Wang Tiangang will not pass on the Shaolin Yi Jin Jing to anyone."
After Master Daowei finished speaking, he suddenly showed a smile and said:
"Master Yuanzheng of Shaolin, the current acting abbot seems to be a smart man."
Master Daowei's smile contained some kind of mockery, as if he was disdainful of Shaolin's cowardice.
"Without Jue Ding, they naturally need to be patient..."
"It's a pity that since Master Yuanfang passed away, the Shaolin monks seem to have lost their spine. I really don't know how terrifying the python disaster they experienced that day was..."
After Master Qingwei said this, he suddenly smiled bitterly, then looked at Master Daowei and said:
"Junior brother, the people of the imperial court are left to you, and Wang Prajna's affairs are also left to you. Now we can only deal with the aftermath!"
Master Daowei on the side also showed a helpless smile:
"Yes, Wudang has produced Lin Wudi, and even us seniors can only serve as a foil. After all, that kid is truly invincible..."
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Jinmen
A group of three people came to the gate of Jinmen. Among them was a Taoist priest with long hair, two bald heads and...
No, no, one of the bald heads seems to be a Taoist priest too!
Another bald man had a ring scar on his head, but he was not wearing a monk's robe. Instead, he was wearing a robe of the same style as the two Taoist priests next to him.
"Here I go, I obviously have a ring scar on my head, but I'm wearing a Taoist robe. A fake Taoist priest? A fake monk? And why are my hands separated and tied?!"
The soldiers at the gate of the city were all confused. They looked blankly at the three people walking in front of them, completely confused about the situation.
The people who arrived were Lin Jiuzong, Wang Prajna and Wang Tiangang.
In accordance with the promise made to Wang Prajna that year, Lin Jiuzong used extremely strong force to liberate his brother from the Shaolin Temple.
only……
"Donor Lin, Donor Wang, you should let the young monk go. The young monk has seen through the world of mortals and has his heart set on Buddhism. Even if you tie me back, I will return to the Shaolin Temple on my own..."
Wang Tiangang said extremely awkwardly with his hands tied.
His hands are now separated and tied, and he cannot put his hands together to perform Buddhist rituals. It is really uncomfortable!
That's right, he didn't do it voluntarily!
He was forcibly kidnapped by Lin Jiuzong!
After staying in Shaolin Temple for seven years, Wang Tiangang has already adapted there and has even regarded Shaolin Temple as his home.
When Lin Jiuzong suddenly broke into Shaolin and wanted to take him away, Wang Tiangang refused!
But he couldn't resist Lin Jiuzong's big fists, so he was tied up and carried out of the Shaolin Temple. However, no one in the Shaolin Temple could stop Lin Jiuzong.
"Brother, are you stupid for worshiping Buddha?! Wake up, I am your brother!"
"What's so good about destroying the Shaolin Temple? You can't get a wife as a monk, so become a Taoist priest with me!"
"From now on, we brothers will marry wives together, hold weddings together, and fuck together... Bah!"
Wang Banruo looked at his brother's Buddhist expression, and suddenly felt depressed. He always felt that his brother had been brainwashed by those bald donkeys in the Shaolin Temple, so that now he didn't even recognize his relatives!
"Donor Wang, I am already a member of the Buddhist sect, and everything in the world has nothing to do with me..."
Wang Tiangang said with a Buddhist look on his face, and subconsciously twitched his arms, wanting to put his hands together and recite Amitabha.
However, after a twitch, the arms were tied too tightly and could not be pulled out...
"well……"
Wang Tiangang couldn't help but sigh, this feeling of being unable to put his hands together...
How uncomfortable!
At this time, Wang Prajna, who had heard Wang Tiangang say this countless times along the way, was already immune!
So, he sighed and said: "That's all..."
Wang Tiangang's face lit up, thinking that Wang Prajna had given up. Just when he was about to say something comforting: "Donor Wang, you don't mind, everything in the world is predestined, you can't force it"...
Wang Prajna continued:
"Then I won't force my heart on you. I'll take your body back and find a girl to match you... I'll give you a daughter-in-law and pass on the family line to the head of the Wang family. After ten or eight years,
It’s not up to you, my brother!”
"..."
Wang Tiangang was speechless for a while. He really wanted to ask him, what is he worthy of? Did you let it slip just now? Have you started to treat me like an animal?!
At the same time, after listening to Wang Prajna's words, Wang Tiangang's heart moved, and he asked doubtfully:
"Why don't you pass on the family line to the head of the family?"
As soon as these words came out, Wang Prajna froze immediately, and then said calmly: "It's nothing..."
Wang Banruo said this, and Wang Tiangang's face suddenly became condensed. He subconsciously felt that his brother was hiding something from him, and it was also a matter of crisis to continue the family line!
For a moment, Wang Tiangang's mind turned and he thought of several possibilities. Then suddenly a look of worry appeared on his face, he looked at Wang Banruo and said: