I have a sword that can sway the heavens

800 years ago, Patriarch Rama left two scriptures for Shaolin, one for marrow washing and the other for tendon-changing.

Later, Shaolin lost the Marrow Washing Sutra.

It was Lear who captured Rama's body and returned the body of Patriarch Rama to Shaolin, which is equivalent to returning the Marrow Washing Sutra to Shaolin.

He, Lear, is kind to Shaolin!

These Shaolin monks, forget about being grateful, want to waste all his skills and send him to Shaolin to repent?

He, Mr. Li, committed murder, so what's the matter with Shaolin?

Lier laughed, angrily, and said, "Monk Jianwang, Li has never seen such a brazen person like you!"

"The Marrow Washing Sutra belongs to your Shaolin?"

"Let's count you Shaolin. But you have to make it clear that your Shaolin lost the Sutra of Washing the Marrow. It was Li who returned the body of Patriarch Rama and the Sutra of Washing the Marrow. Li is very kind to you Shaolin."

"Li did not think that Shaolin would repay you, but Li did not think that you Shaolin would be so brazen. You monks worshiped the Buddha. Could it be that the Buddha taught you to reverse right and wrong and repay kindness with hatred? Or maybe the Buddha himself reversed right and wrong, and repayed kindness with hatred." little man?"

Li Er smiled angrily, he, Li, had a good temper, but these monks were clearly looking for death.

No matter how good-tempered he is, Li can't stand this group of monks.

Even Zeng Jing's expression turned cold, and she said indifferently, "Master Jianwang, I respect you as a monk, but you'd better take back what you just said."

"My husband won the body of Patriarch Rama and returned it to you Shaolin. He learned the marrow washing scriptures from Master Jian Chi. Why did he steal it?"

"If you open your mouth, you will destroy my master's skills, and you will take my master to Shaolin and imprison him regardless of whether it is right or wrong. The Buddha is merciful and saves all living beings, but seeing Master Wang, you are in vain as a monk."

Monk Jianwang raised his eyelids, calmly, and said, "The poor monk will not argue with you."

"It's a fact that Lear secretly learned the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, and it's also a fact that he committed boundless murder. The Buddha is indeed merciful, and the poor monk will give you a chance. Put down the butcher knife and catch you without a fight. The poor monk will never hurt your lives."

"If you are unwilling to put down the butcher knife, you should know that the Buddha also has the eyes of the vajra. Today, the poor monk will do the work of the vajra to subdue the demon."

Zeng Jing wanted to speak, but Li Er stopped her, shook his head and said, "Lady, why do you need to talk to these monks?"

Monk Jianhuang said indifferently, "Lear has been deeply enchanted, stubborn and unrepentant, let's set up the formation!"

Holding iron and wooden sticks in their hands, five young monks surrounded Li Er and Zeng Jing, forming a small arhat formation.

A few monks circled around Lear, like a python coiled around, with their ends matching each other, giving people the illusion of being as thick as a mountain.

Several solid iron and wood sticks protruded, carrying tremendous force, whistling in the wind.

These monks are dead!

Lear didn't doubt that if he was hit by a stick, he would definitely end up with broken muscles and bones.

Zheng!

The Pishui sword was unsheathed instantly.

The cold light illuminates the eyes of several monks.

Lier shook his sword, and instantly shook out five sword flowers. The long sword came behind and hit the five solid iron and wood sticks, cutting off the five roots one by one.

The Pishui Sword is a precious sword, after infusing Lier with pure yang energy, cutting gold and cutting jade is just a matter of leisure.

There seemed to be drizzle in the sky, and a soft wind was blowing, Lear passed by and stood outside the encirclement.

There was pain in the neck, and several young monks hadn't reacted yet.

By the time they reacted, their consciousness had plunged into darkness, and the bright red blood line on their necks spread.

Monk Jianhuang's eyes widened, he was furious, and reprimanded him, "You are so murderous, the poor monk will not keep you!"

"What a hypocritical monk, even Li can't keep you!"

Lear's long sword carried Qingfeng and charged out.

The long sword flits across, splitting into sword light, changing in a thousand ways, it is difficult to figure out the truth and reality, and swallows murderous intentions.

Seeing that the monk's martial arts are not low, his true energy is strong, and his martial arts are even higher than that of the Zhuanlun King back then.

But Lear is no longer the old Lear.

After a few strokes, Lear put his sword back into its sheath.

Monk Jianhuang clutched his neck and said with difficulty, "Lear, turn around and be right!"

After speaking, he fell down, and the body gradually became cold.

Zeng Jing's expression was complicated, not because Lear killed several monks, but because these monks were different from her meeting Lu Zhu and Master Jian Chi.

These few monks subverted her perception of monks.

Lear's expression turned cold.

The monks in Shaolin Temple were beyond his expectations.

Before leaving this world, he had to go to Shaolin for a while, and he couldn't leave anything that threatened Zeng Jing.

"Lady, let's go to Shaolin first, and then go to the sea."

Lear turned around, he wanted to discuss an explanation with Shaolin, to explain the reason.

He, Li, is the most convincing person.

If the monks in Shaolin Temple don't reason, then he, Li, has no choice but to use his sword to make them understand the reason.

Zeng Jing shook her head and said, "Sir, forget it."

"My lady, I don't have much time. You must listen to me this time."

"It's not that I have to trouble those monks, but that I can't leave you any trouble."

Lear's attitude was extremely firm, and there was something in his words.

Zeng Jing heard it, but she didn't ask, she was in a mess for a while.

Chapter 27 Questioning Shaolin

Zhongyue Songshan.

The mountains are undulating and the trees are shaded.

Among the mountains, there is a mountain named Shaoshi.

On the mountainside of Shaoshi, there is a thousand-year-old temple in the dense forest.

The melodious bells, sacred and solemn, cleanse people's souls.

Here is the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism and the Holy Land of martial arts.

Today, the disciples of the lay school wore gray monk robes and went down the mountain to carry water as usual. The hot weather did not affect the enthusiasm of the disciples of the lay school to practice martial arts in the slightest.

The world's martial arts come from Shaolin.

Shaolin has a large number of lay disciples.

These people go up to the mountains to learn skills, first carry water and firewood, and accept the test.

Even if they pass the test, they are often not allowed to pass it on. They can only practice the fur of some three-legged cats, such as iron head kung fu, iron cloth shirt, Wei Tuo boxing and other kung fu.

But even so, lay disciples still yearn to be taught profound knowledge.

Wang Wei is one of many lay disciples.

He picked up two full buckets of water and tied two tiles on his calf. Walking on the mountain road, it was difficult for his body to maintain balance.

In the hot weather, the sweat on his body evaporated, wet the monk's robe, and tiny white particles formed on his skin.

Wang Wei walked on the mountain road with difficulty. His neck was red and the veins on his forehead were bulging. It was extremely difficult, but his eyes were full of unyielding.

Behind him, the buckets of the rest of the lay disciples were only half filled.

Someone shouted, "Fool Wang, don't bother. We know that you bear a blood feud, and you want to learn advanced martial arts and go down the mountain to take revenge. Master Liaozhen said that you are too hostile, and you will go astray after learning martial arts. I will teach you martial arts."

"Yes, Wang Wei, give up."

Wang Wei paused, with a miserable look on his face.

He traveled thousands of miles, came to Shaolin, knelt down on the Buddha's seat for three days, hoping to learn a powerful martial art, and go down the mountain to avenge his revenge.

But Master Liaozhen said that he was too hostile to learn martial arts.

Wang Wei has been picking water for two months, but he still hasn't learned any kung fu.

A gust of fresh wind could not take away the depression in Wang Wei's heart.

"Someone has gone up the mountain."

"Look at those two people, they walk so lightly in such a hot weather, and there is no trace of sweat on their bodies. They are obviously masters of true energy!"

Wang Wei turned his head and followed everyone's gaze.

A man and a woman are walking up the hill.

The man was very young, about the same age as him, dressed in white, with a long sword, his steps were light, his temple hair fluttering in the breeze, he was indescribably handsome.

The woman is older, wearing a floral skirt, also carrying a long sword, with a calm demeanor.

Seeing the two going up the mountain, Wang Wei's eyes were full of envy.

Only martial arts masters who have cultivated true energy can not be afraid of severe cold and scorching heat.

Li Er and Zeng Jing walked past a group of lay disciples.

Glancing at the young man with tiles tied on his calf, carrying two buckets full of water, with eager eyes in his eyes, Lear smiled at him, "This is not how martial arts are practiced. If you do this, you will only strain your muscles and overdraw your body's potential. It's a bad thing for a lifetime."

"What you practice is external kung fu, which exercises your body, and you need to supplement it with medicine to stimulate your potential. If you practice hard and recklessly, you will only use yourself up."

Maybe because of the persistent eyes of this young man, Lear kindly reminded him.

Lear had studied martial arts in his previous life and had a theoretical foundation.After crossing, Zeng Jing taught the 41-way Pishuijian, ginseng, Ganoderma lucidum, Polygonum multiflorum and other precious medicinal materials. He also practiced in Wudang Mountain with his master for two months. His knowledge of martial arts is rare in the world.

Lear didn't lie to this young man, he practiced so recklessly, it really did a lot of damage to his body, and he couldn't practice advanced martial arts.

Wang Wei's eyes were full of brilliance, and he nodded in agreement.

However, what else can he do besides practicing recklessly?

Seeing that the young man listened to his own words, Li Er didn't talk too much, and led Zeng Jing to the mountainside.

The lay disciples were full of curiosity about Lear, and chased him up the mountain with all their strength.

They could tell that Lear was a master of martial arts.

When I came to the mountain gate, there were no disciples stationed at the mountain gate.

Shaolin is a sacred place for martial arts. Generally speaking, no one will trespass the mountain, let alone cause trouble, so there is no need to send disciples to guard the mountain gate.

This is the heritage of Shaolin for thousands of years.

In addition, there are many pilgrims, so there will be no obstacles to enter the mountain gate.

Li Er and Zeng Jing walked towards the Grand Hall.

Behind him, a group of lay disciples carried buckets and refused to leave. He really wanted to know what Lear and the two were doing up the mountain.

Walking to the gate of the Daxiong Palace, a white and clean Zhike monk immediately came to welcome him.

Looking at Lier and Zeng Jing, Zhike monk had a smile on his white face, and asked, "Are the two laymen here to burn incense? This way please, we have several kinds of incense here, one is ordinary bamboo incense, only It costs two pennies a stick. One is nanmuxiang, which is more expensive, ten pennies a stick.”

"However, the little monk recommends the two to buy agarwood or sandalwood, so that the Buddha can feel the devotion of the two."

Zeng Jing looked at the smiling Zhike monk who was selling incense like a businessman, and felt very disappointed.

Lear smiled, these monks are good at business.

Lear glanced at the glaring golden light in the main hall, and the bloated Buddha, turned his head to the monk who knew him, and said, "Monk, please go and report to the abbot, and say that Lear has come to pay homage to the mountain to inquire about crimes."

The monk's smile suddenly froze.

Worship the mountain and ask the crime!

How many years have passed, and someone actually went to Shaolin to pay respects to the mountain, how brave!

The ancestral home of the Zen sect, the sacred place of martial arts, how can it be provoked?

If it wasn't for the fact that Monk Zhike was a civil monk and didn't know martial arts, he couldn't help but want to take down this madman who blasphemed the Buddha.

The monk's eyes turned cold, he glanced at the long swords in the hands of Li Er and Zeng Jing, and said indifferently, "You two wait a moment, I will report to the abbot to preside over it."

Outside the main hall, Wang Wei and other lay disciples stared wide-eyed.