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Chapter 164
Years later, Yang Mu bought a property by the West Lake in Hangzhou, and the stupid donkey in the barn was already very old.

But Yang Mu still had that young face, he stroked the donkey's head.At this time, the stupid donkey was too old to stand for a long time, and was lying on the thick straw.

When Yang Mu came over, he stuck out his big tongue and licked his palm.

“Life is not worth the time limit!
However, you can be considered a successful ass in this life! "

In another part of the barn, the donkey's grandson was having fun.

"13 years!"

Yang Mu touched the donkey's head and looked at the sky outside the barn.

The azure blue reminded him unintentionally that this was a different world.

One morning after a month, a servant came to report that the donkey had died.

Yang Mu went over to the barn to have a look. The donkey walked peacefully, at least on the surface.

The mouth and tongue did not spit out due to the loss of muscle strength. Judging from the white fur color of the lips, the combination of the gray and gray boundaries formed a natural smile.

After watching for a while, Yang Mu ordered his servant to bury the donkey in the back garden.

After looking north for a long time, Yang Mu decided to go north to Shaolin Temple to have a look at the divine monk.

"I haven't seen him for almost ten years. The old monk eats fast and recites the Buddha's name. He probably won't see the Buddha so early."

Although the stupid donkey returned to the west, Yang Mu brought out a young donkey, who was the stupid donkey's grandson.

This young donkey is only four or five years old, and he is in his youth.

Stepping on the donkey's back, Yang Mu slapped the donkey's buttocks, and the young donkey began to trot along the road by itself.

Compared with that stupid donkey, this young donkey is a little less lazy, but it is also very worry-free.

We walked and stopped along the way, and we couldn't get enough of the scenery on the road.

At this time, politics within the territory of the Northern Song Dynasty was still relatively clear, and the two wars against Xixia were victorious, forcing Xixia to bow its head when facing the Song Dynasty.

As for the Liao Kingdom, during the reign of Yelu Hongji, there was basically no conflict with the Song Dynasty.Therefore, during this period of time, the territory of the Song Dynasty can be said to be peaceful through singing and dancing.

Yang Mu walked for half a month before arriving at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

He left the donkey at the farmhouse and walked straight to the gate of Shaolin Temple alone.

After entering the Shaolin Temple, there are many pilgrims and tourists inside.

In any case, Shaolin Temple is also a place of Buddhism, and it is normal for believers to come and go.

If there were no believers to worship, there would be so many people in Shaolin Temple that it would not be able to afford it.

The economy and society of the Song Dynasty were prosperous. After having enough food and clothing, one had to find some spiritual sustenance.Now, worshiping Buddha is a good choice.

Yang Mu turned around and found Zhike Monk.

As a Zhigu monk, the ability to observe words and expressions is the best.

Seeing that Yang Mu is dressed in a black warrior outfit, although he doesn't seem to have any internal strength, but with that indifferent demeanor and a casual look when he walks, he knows that he is probably not an ordinary person.

Seeing Yang Mu walking towards his position, the young monk hurriedly greeted him.

"Young monk knows Qingdu, I have met the benefactor!"

Yang Mu clasped his hands together and saluted, "Little monk Qingdu, I wonder if that sacred monk from your Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion still sees guests?! I have known him for a long time and want to meet him. one side!"

When the little monk Qingdu heard it, he was taken aback.

"This matter is so important that I'm afraid the young monk can't be the master. He must report it to the abbot before he can give the donor an answer!
I don't know how to call the benefactor? "

Yang Mu opened the folding fan, shook it in front of his chest, and smiled lightly, "I am the 'Jade Fan Divine Machine'!"

The little monk Qingdu Zhike looked Yang Mu up and down in disbelief, "Don't be joking, benefactor, the 'Jade Fan Magic Machine' was also a well-known person in the world more than ten years ago!
He is the sworn elder brother of the Emperor Dali and the King of the Southern Academy of Daliao!The two of them are at least 40 to [-] years old now, and as their sworn elder brother, 'Jade Fan Divine Machine' must also be a middle-aged person.

The donor looks to be in his 20s, how could he be the 'Jade Fan Divine Machine'!
This kind of joke can't be taken! "

Yang Mu's hand shaking the jade fan paused. He hadn't walked around the rivers and lakes for ten years, and he was suspected that his identity was not real!

It's a bit unreasonable!

Yang Mu put away the folding fan with a "crash", and tapped on the palm of his hand.

He frowned slightly, feeling a little worried as he didn't know how to prove to this young monk that his identity was true!

But his behavior, in the eyes of the little monk Qingdu, turned into a performance of trying to cover up the lie after being exposed.

After thinking for a while, Yang Mu had no choice but to say to the little monk:
"Little monk, if you don't believe that I am the 'Jade Fan God Machine', that's your business!
But you have to take this to the old monk!The decision whether to see or not is left to the old monk to make the decision! "

Seeing that the little monk was still in disbelief, Yang Mu had no choice but to take out a 50 taels of silver from his pocket and hand it to the little monk.

"Now, these 50 taels of silver should be regarded as the sesame oil money I donated! Are you willing to let you take the message this time?"

Little monk Qingdu, holding the heavy silver ingot, always had such a thought in his head, how did this benefactor hide such a big and heavy silver ingot in his bosom!Can't figure it out!
But with such a heavy ingot of silver, Zhike's attendance performance this month must be nothing to say!
Looking at the dumb and speechless little monk who was holding the silver, Yang Mu waved his fan in front of him, "Hey! Let me tell you, little monk, are you willing to talk? If you don't, then this ingot of silver, I won't donate!"

As he said that, he wanted to take the silver ingot from the little monk!

The little monk Qingdu was awakened by Yang Mu's movement, and quickly circled his hands holding the silver ingot in his arms, "Wait a minute, donator, isn't it just to pass on a message! For such a trivial matter, the little monk just needs to run once." !"

After saying that, he rushed into the back of the palace.

Yang Mu curled his lips, "Sure enough, money can turn ghosts around!

If he didn't want to give Shaolin Temple a face, he would have gone over the wall to find someone a long time ago, so there is no need for such trouble! "

After a while, the little monk Qingdu returned to the front of the hall.

Panting, he stood still, and bowed to Yang Mu, "Benefactor, our abbot welcomes you!"

Yang Mu followed the little monk, passed through several halls in the backyard, and finally came to a meditation hall!
Entering the meditation hall, there are five eminent monks in cassocks.

When they saw Yang Mu, the five of them first stared at Yang Mu carefully, as if they were confirming something, then they looked at each other and nodded.

Yang Mu had a vague impression of these eminent monks, they should be monks of the Xuan family.

They all met Yang Mu more than ten years ago.

"Benefactor Yang, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, but you still look good! We are already old!"

Yang Mu scratched his head. Although he knew that these monks were from the Xuan generation, he had no idea what they were called.

I had no choice but to laugh and say:
"Master was joking. In my opinion, the demeanor of several masters is fascinating!"

After confirming that Yang Mu is indeed the famous "Jade Fan Magic Machine" more than ten years ago, he asked the young monk Qingdu to take Yang Mu to the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

The old monk, the old monk, has been staying in the Sutra Pavilion for so many years, and there is no need to think about changing places.

Even the abbot of Shaolin Temple and the heads of other temples have made strong demands many times, but they still haven't shaken the old monk's mind to stay in the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

On the way, the little monk Qingdu looked at Yang Mu incredulously.He is not a fool, judging from the performance of several eminent monks with Xuan characters, this young outrageous person is really a 'Jade Fan Magic Machine'!
Seeing that he was about to arrive at the Sutra Pavilion, the little monk Qingdu couldn't help but ask again:
"Benefactor Yang, how old are you now?!"

Yang Mu shook his fan, "Little monk, why are you asking that!
My age is just as you imagined, except that I don’t look old, I look young! "

When the young monk Qingdu heard what Yang Mu said, he felt that what he said was extremely perfunctory, and he didn't believe what Yang Mu said that showed his tenderness at all!
No matter how young a person looks, it is impossible to look 20 years younger than his actual age!

Knowing that Yang Mu would not tell him the deep-seated reasons, the little monk Qingdu wisely did not continue to ask.

Turning into a courtyard, there is a plaque hanging on an attic, "Sutra Pavilion"!
"Little monk Qingdu, pay homage to the divine monk!"

Different from the respectful attitude of the little monk Qingdu, Yang Mu slapped the jade fan in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"Old monk, old acquaintances are here to see you!"

As soon as Yang Mu's words fell, a huge amount of true energy rose up inside the Sutra Pavilion, and the door of the Sutra Pavilion, which was originally closed, suddenly opened at this moment.

An afterimage floated out from the inside and landed in front of Yang Mu, revealing a figure. It was an old monk with a bald head and long white beard and eyebrows.

Looks good, red-faced.The energy and blood are full, and it looks like he won't die for a while!

The old monk, like the other eminent monks of the Xuan generation, looked Yang Mu up and down carefully.

"Back to the basics! Benefactor Yang, it seems that your 'Tao' has gone further and further! After more than ten years, your appearance has not shown the slightest sign of aging!

Qi and blood are like mercury, a body without leaks, impure and not dirty, a wishful true body!
The old monk has been with the ancient Buddha for many years, and the anger, ignorance and jealousy that he has not seen for many years, now after seeing Master Yang, there are signs of being ready to move!
Once I see the great road, I will feel resentment and resentment in my heart!

Amitabha!Good good good good! "

Yang Mu laughed and said indifferently, "Great monk, the stupid donkey who has been with me for more than ten years died of old age at home a few months ago.

This makes me can't help but sigh the life span!

After checking the people around, I thought of the old monk who was already old, so I came up with the idea of ​​visiting.

I have traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, and I just arrived today. "

When the young monk Qingdu heard that Yang Mu compared the old donkey with the sacred monk, he couldn't help but glare at Yang Mu. If the sacred monk was not present, he would not be so presumptuous.

Little monk, he must drive Yang Mu out!I won't let him keep a good face.

What the old monk said to Yang Mu didn't sound embarrassing or angry at all.

"Benefactor Yang is able to come to Shaolin Temple to visit the old monk, Amitabha, traveling thousands of miles away. Please miss me!
This old man is one hundred and 20 years old, double Jiazi!
The human voice has been rare since ancient times, and the old monk lived 120 years in the world, which is more than half a lifetime longer than people who were seventy years old!What is there not to be satisfied with?

The number of a hundred years is already the limit of the lifespan of a living person!
Wanting to change his destiny against the will of heaven, I consider myself not the kind of person with great wisdom and perseverance. "

Yang Mu smiled, "To grow old and not die is to be a thief!

Old monk, you don’t want to be a thief!Why are you afraid of being blamed by Buddha? ! "

"Being an old thief who fights against God for his life, of course I am afraid of being blamed by the Buddha!

The old monk does not seek longevity, but seeks the bliss of the West, which is nothing more than great detachment! "

Yang Mu smiled, "Well, everyone has his own ambitions!

The story of Li Taibai, the poet fairy, that "an immortal caresses my head, and my hair is long-lived" is nothing more than imagination.

In the end, it might be nothing.

On the contrary, you old monk, once you live in the Western Bliss for a long time, you will transcend the cycle of reincarnation and never float in the world of mortals! "

Yang Mu has experienced so many worlds, and he kind of believes that the beliefs handed down may not be nonsense.

The old monk's martial arts skills may not be his greatest achievement.

His superb Buddhist philosophy is the greatest achievement of the old monk's great wisdom and great enlightenment.

"Buddha" originally means having great wisdom.

According to this standard, the old monk is already a half-Buddha!

Yang Mu felt that if this old monk passed away one day, he would definitely enter the Western Paradise!
In addition, after cremation, many relics will definitely be produced!

After sitting and discussing with Shaolin monks, after two days of research, Yang Mu said goodbye and left.

Yang Mu could feel that although the Shaolin monk still looked vigorous, he lacked confidence.

Like a burning candle.

There is no difference in the brightness of the flame produced when the candle is just beginning to burn, when it is half burned, and before the bottom is burnt out.

However, when the bottom is burning, it seems that the flame of the candle is still strong, but the last flame can only be regarded as a rootless weed, which can no longer withstand the test of wind and rain.

Once the combustion is accelerated, it will burn out in no time!

Maybe there will be a flashback before the last drop of wax is exhausted!
After leaving Shaolin Temple, Yang Mu went all the way north to "Nanjing"!
"Nanjing" in the Liao Kingdom is the place where the King of the South Court is located.

And the "Nanjing" of the Liao Kingdom is the Yanjing of later generations!
Riding a donkey on the land of the Liao Kingdom, Yang Mu did not go well.

He can always meet those people who want to kill people because he is a Han Chinese!

Especially in Baozhou, Hebei, where the Liao and Song Dynasties meet, people like donkey meat.

Seeing the fat and healthy young donkeys under Yang Mu's seat, there is no one who does not drool.

Because of this reason, Yang Mu, who hadn't killed anyone for almost ten years, started the killing ring this time!
Although because of this incident, he was chased and killed by the people of the Liao Kingdom, but he, Yang Mu, was never afraid.

When he got to "Nanjing", Yang Mu couldn't remember how many "path-scissors" he had eliminated!
After inquiring about it, Yang Mu sneaked into the residence of King Xiao Feng's South Court that night.

Xiao Feng and A'Zhu have a son, who looks seven or eight years old, very mischievous.

When Yang Mu jumped down from the wall, the kid saw that he didn't make a sound at all, and he was quite courageous.

From his wandering eyes, it can be seen that this boy is as flexible as he is now.

(End of this chapter)