The Emperor Comes to the Heavens

Chapter 112
In the early morning of the next day, the golden crow rose in the east, and the warm sunlight enveloped the town.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the street, Qingxuan's eyebrows trembled, he slowly opened his eyes, and exited the cultivation state.

Amid the screams, like a cat, the woman curled up in his arms trembled her eyelashes and opened her eyes in a daze.

After waking up, Xiao Longnu was slightly taken aback.

Looking at the cheeks that were close at hand, a blush appeared on the fair and pretty face, and a shyness flashed in the beautiful eyes. Although the two had made a promise to get married after returning home, they shared the same bed, and at the same time, their hearts were sweet. There is also a trace of shame.

"woke up?"

"Ah."

Sitting up, she shook her little head lightly, her black hair was a little messy, and Xiao Longnv frowned slightly, feeling her head was a little dizzy, as if she was carrying a heavy weight.

Qingxuan smiled lightly, but he was negligent.

With a light tug, she was pulled into his arms, the index and middle fingers of both hands were filled with aura, and after a few massages on her small head, Xiao Longnu felt much clearer, and her body became more relaxed.

Feeling a little comfortable, he just lay in his arms, turning a deaf ear to the noise and screams from the outside world.

After serving her almost, Qingxuan pinched her pretty face and said: "I still have to go to Shaolin today, it's time to get up."

"Ah."

Nodding her head slightly, Xiao Longnv slowly put it on, her eyes raised slightly, her beautiful eyes were full of confusion when she saw the hole in the window.

"Why is this window broken?"

Hearing her soft voice, Qingxuan said calmly, "Last night, a big mouse got into the room, and when it was thrown out, it accidentally smashed the window."

mouse!

Xiao Longnu's expression froze. If there was anything she hated the most, it would be mice and cockroaches.

Looking at the big hole in the window, he shook his head hastily, not daring to think about it anymore, the outside world is indeed as dangerous as the patriarch said, there are such big mice.

Seeing the change in her expression, Qing Xuan almost laughed out loud.

Xiaolongnv lived in the ancient tomb since she was a child, and she was only cultivating on a daily basis, and she didn't even know the common sense outside, but he liked her innocence and innocence very much.

Walking to the window and looking down, he saw Gongsun Zhi's body being carried away by two cursing servants of the inn.

After simply washing up, Qingxuan and Xiaolongnv ate something casually, and after asking for directions, they walked towards Shaoshi Mountain.

Shaolin Temple is located on Shaoshi Mountain.

Although Shaolin is going downhill during this period, it is still a sect that cannot be underestimated in the world.

Stepping on Shaoshi Mountain, Qingxuan couldn't help feeling a little moved when he looked up at the majestic Shaolin Temple standing on it.

"Long'er, let's go in."

Following Qingxuan, Xiaolongnv didn't say much, stepped into the Shaolin Temple, and could see from a distance on the playground on the left, more than a hundred contemporary "Shaolin lay disciples" shouting.

In the huge courtyard, there are monks wearing monk uniforms and holding brooms sweeping the courtyard. On the road, men, women and children are crowded with incense guests.

When passing through the temple, you can see the monks with their eyes closed and clasped together solemnly reciting scriptures for the salvation of all living beings.

The golden Buddha sitting on the Daxiong Hall watched the present and future of Shaolin Temple amidst the world of mortals with the eternal tranquility, dignity, and compassionate eyebrows.

Incense is lingering in the hall, wooden drums are beating, and Buddha's chant is melodious.

No matter where they go, the appearance of Qingxuan and Xiaolongnv is the focus of attention. The monk who sees them dressed luxuriously and in cassocks, and holds rosary beads, walks forward, folds his hands together, and proclaims the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, old monk, abbot of Shaolin, Huizhen."

"Qing Xuan."

Huizhen nodded slightly, and asked: "The benefactor Qingxuan came here, why?"

"Can you take a step to speak?"

With a breezy smile on his face, Qing Xuan glanced around.

Huizhen was stunned, with a warm smile on his face, he took off his cassock, and said: "In that case, please come with the old monk, the benefactor."

Following Huizhen, he soon arrived at a quiet courtyard, where there was a pond and willow trees, and there were stone tables and benches under the willow trees, which was quite elegant.

After the two sat down, Huizhen brought tea.

Picking up the tea and taking a sip, Qingxuan said in a calm tone, "Abbot Huizhen, Ming people don't speak secret words. My visit to Shaolin is to bring an opportunity to Shaolin."

On the stone bench, Huizhen's old wrinkled face twitched, but she was speechless in her heart. Didn't you say that 'smart people don't speak code words', you just said it straight?
"I don't quite understand what Qingxuan benefactor means."

"Since Bodhidharma founded the school, Shaolin has become a martial arts school that is 'famous all over the world', but now, people in the world only talk about the authentic martial arts, but they are talking about the Quanzhen sect. Abbot Huizhen has a thorough understanding of it, so he probably doesn't want to think about it." Shaolin is so silent, right?"

In Qingxuan's view, Shaolin is the most stable sect, but it is an indisputable fact that it is gradually going downhill. In the case that the Nine Suns Manual has not been discovered, if it is not for the Nine Suns Kung Fu in the later period, there is a great possibility that Shaolin will collapse.

The Nine Suns Scripture is in the 'Langa Sutra' in Zangshu Pavilion, and no one knows about it.

Until later, after Yang Guo defeated King Jinlun Fa, Mongolian warriors Yin Kexi and Xiaoxiangzi fled to Mount Song, and found Zhang Junbao reading the "Langa Sutra" under the corridor of Shaolin Temple. The 'Langa Sutra' is removed.

It is precisely because of this that the Nine Suns Scripture was sewn into the belly of the white ape, and finally obtained by Zhang Wuji.

After stroking his white beard, Abbot Huizhen narrowed his eyes, and his gaze towards Qingxuan became a little complicated.

"Amitabha, please ask the almsgiver to clear up your doubts."

Qingxuan cursed secretly as an 'old fox', took out a roll of sheepskin and placed it on the stone table.

Looking at the parchment scroll on the stone table, Abbot Huizhen pondered for a moment, picked it up slowly, read it carefully for a while, his complexion became more and more exciting, and even his breathing became a little heavier.

The Nine Suns Sutra was written by Bodhidharma of Shaolin. After it was written, someone entrusted it to be inserted into the Langa Sutra. Therefore, other monks in Shaolin did not know the existence of this supreme inner strength.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, Abbot Huizhen clasped his hands together, feeling a little excited.

"I don't know what Qingxuan benefactor is asking for?"

Although Abbot Huizhen is old, he understands better than anyone else that there is no free lunch in the world. If you want to get something, you need to pay the corresponding return.

"Yi Jin Jing."

Gently putting the teacup on the table, Qingxuan said bluntly: "The inner strength of the Nine Suns Manual is exactly what Shaolin lacks most at the moment, and its value is no worse than the Yijinjing, isn't it?"

"... What the benefactor said is very true."

After pondering for a moment, Abbot Huizhen had already made a decision.

The Nine Suns Manual is indeed what Shaolin needs most at this time. With such profound internal strength, it can fully exert the power of Shaolin martial arts to the extreme.

There is nothing better than this to send charcoal in the snow.

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(End of this chapter)