Master comes down the mountain, I don’t know martial arts, but I am an immortal

On Zhaobao Mountain, not far from Weiyuan City, there is an ancient temple called Baotuo Temple. There are only two monks in the temple, one old and one young.

That day, the old monk Haikong was meditating and chanting sutras in the abbot's room, while the young monk Pingbo was sweeping the floor outside the door.

Suddenly there was a roar and the house trembled.

Pingbo threw away his broom and ran into the abbot's room, shouting: "Master, Master, run quickly, there's an earthquake!"

The old monk remained motionless and said calmly: "Don't panic, there should be explosions going on somewhere down the mountain."

The little monk said: "I'll go and have a look."

Just as he was about to run out, the ground trembled again, and a rumbling sound came at the same time, and the sound was also mixed with a strange roar.

Just when the young monk felt strange, the old monk was suddenly startled and shouted: "Pingbo, hurry up and take a look at the Suojiao Pavilion at the back."

The young monk agreed and went out through the back door of the temple.

After a while, he hurried back and said in a panic: "Master, Master, it's not good, the Suojiao Pavilion has collapsed!"

Haikong stood under the eaves of the abbot's room, looking at the void in the distance, and recited "Amitabha".

The young monk thought he didn't hear it and repeated: "Master, master, the Suojiao Pavilion has collapsed!"

Hai Kong sighed and said, "If it collapses, let it collapse. It will collapse one day."

Then he said, "It's great if it collapses! It's great if it collapses!"

Little monk Pingbo seemed to understand, and asked: "Master, why did it collapse?"

Hai Kong said: "If it collapses, we can leave."

"Go, where are you going?"

“Do you know where Bao Tuo Temple comes from?”

Pingbo shook his head: "I don't know."

Looking at the east from the sea and sky, his eyes are full of piety: "Putuo."

"Putuo? Is it that Putuo?"

"Yes, that's Putuo."

"Why did you move here?"

"For... mission, right?"

"Master, is it a destiny or a mission?"

"This is all available."

"Which teacher's order and what mission is it?"

"That's a long story."

The old monk Hai Kong slowly told the story.

The young monk Pingbo was so absorbed in what he heard that he didn't notice that at this time, groups of purple clouds rose from Zhaobao Mountain and filled the sky.

He felt that Hai Kong's body became sacred under a layer of purple light.

When Hai Kong finished speaking, the sunset happened to set, and the purple light in the sky also dissipated.

Pingbo recalled the magical story, looked at the master with admiring eyes, and asked with infinite longing:

"Master, are we going back to Putuo now?"

"No, I won't go back to Putuo." Hai Kong shook his head.

"Where are you going then?"

"Return to the secular world."

"Ah!" Ping Bo was surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"Return to secular life and seek a wife." Hai Kong said calmly.

……

The Yongjiang River surges past the foot of Zhaobaoshan Mountain and flows into the East China Sea.

Ships come and go on the river and enter and exit the port.

Just across the river, there is a small pier, just across from Weiyuan Tower. Dozens of boats, large and small, are docked at the pier. Under the setting sun, the shadows of the boats are swaying in the water.

As the sun sets, the river gradually darkens, and the shadow of the boat becomes lighter and lighter, and finally disappears into the river.

But there is a boat that is very strange. Its shadow is always there, no matter how the sunlight changes, the intensity remains unchanged.

On the first day, the purple light dissipated, and the shadow of the boat moved leisurely. It actually left the hull and went ashore at an extremely fast speed. In the twilight on the river bank, it moved towards the dense buildings in the distance, and disappeared in Yongcheng in an instant. In the vast darkness.

Liu Zhenwu stood on the Liu family's long-standing library, leaning on the railing and looking out.

All the young elites of the family were sent out, and several elders personally led the team. The head of the family, Liu Jinsheng, also went out and has not returned yet.

Liu Zhenwu's eyelids were twitching.

He had an ominous premonition.

At the martial arts conference, he witnessed with his own eyes the terrifying power displayed by Li Muchen. This ability has exceeded the limits of martial arts.

Liu Zhenwu can see it, and Liu Jinsheng can certainly see it more clearly.

He didn't understand why the head of the family insisted on confronting Li Muchen. Even though there was hostility, it was not impossible to resolve, otherwise Liu Jinsheng's hand would not have been cured at the martial arts conference.

The Liu family has been inherited for hundreds of years and it is not easy to dominate Yongcheng. A family needs to be run, not just for dominance through force.

If it were Liu Zhenwu making the decision, he would definitely try his best to make peace with Li Muchen at this time and help the Jingli Group when it had just started. No matter how Jingli Group develops in the future, you will never lose money investing now. If Li Muchen really returns to the capital and restores the Li family's former glory, it will be of great benefit to the development of the Liu family.

But if he becomes an enemy of Li Muchen, unless he is killed, there will be endless troubles.

Liu Zhenwu didn't think that the big families in the capital would sincerely help the Liu family. They just use the Liu family as a tool.

After the collapse of the Yuan family, the entire Qiantang area, equivalent to half of Nanjiang, became a partner of the Li family. How could the Liu family survive alone, let alone go against the trend?

Liu Zhenwu didn't know what the young man from the capital gave Liu Jinsheng. Definitely not dynamite. The Liu family still has the ability to make some explosives.

Dusk falls, but the sky in Yongcheng is not calm.

The chaotic purple light that came from nowhere made Liu Zhenwu's eyes uncomfortable.

His eyelids twitched even more.

After the sun sets, thousands of lights light up.

Liu Zhenwu saw a black shadow moving across the roof of a residential building in front of him. He thought it was the shadow of an airplane in the sky.

But suddenly I woke up, it was already dark, where was the shadow?

Looking up, there were no planes flying in the sky.

what is that?

When I went to look again, the dark shadow had moved to the Liu family courtyard.

Then, like smoke, he got into a building on the left, where Liu Jinsheng lived.

Liu Zhenwu was startled, and for the first time he felt that a thief was coming.

I heard that there are ways to hide your whereabouts in the Lan Clan secret arts and Japanese ninjutsu, and both of these sects have thieves, and they are also involved in the Liu family.

He stretched out his figure, jumped down from the library, and rushed into the hall of that building in a few short steps.

There is nothing there.

Liu Zhenwu looked around and found nothing missing.

He suddenly remembered that the seven-fold treasure letter, a heirloom of the Liu family, was in Liu Jinsheng's study. This should be the thief's goal.

Liu Zhenwu took a breath and climbed to the second floor as quickly as possible.

The study door is locked.

Liu Zhenwu kicked it away without hesitation.

There is no one in the study.

He kicked the door open, the windows were closed, and the contents inside, including several secret signs he knew, remained untouched.

There wasn't much room to hide people in the study. He checked it, but there was nothing there.

In such a small space, even a master would find it difficult to hide.

Liu Zhenwu breathed a sigh of relief and blamed himself for being too sensitive.

But for some reason, his eyelids were twitching even more now.

Just as he turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly saw his own shadow.

Liu Zhenwu's pupils shrank sharply, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and fear arose spontaneously.

Because his shadow did not follow his footsteps.

When he took a step, the shadow was still in place, motionless.