Wulin Mysteries

The reason why Song Yan stayed in the southwest, in the boundary of Lianhuasheng, was really a last resort.He managed to convince Bai Mei that perhaps the secret book was not on Xiu Yuan, so he asked her to go back and report to her life first. If it was Bai Xin, she would also be tied to Xiu Yuan, and caught Wangchuan Palace as a medicine man, slowly thinking about it. .As long as he doesn't return to the south of the Yangtze River and is not caught by the people of Wangchuan Palace, even if he is kidnapped by the Tianyi Sect here, Xiuyuan will not be in danger of his life.What's more, if you practice fate carefully and don't do things that are out of the ordinary, it will not be so easy for Padmasambhava to find you.

Xiuyuan didn't know about Song Yan's intentions, he left the inn, lived in the open air, walked for a few days, and finally reached the border of Shaolin Temple.Resting at the foot of the mountain, there is a stele facing the Buddha. It is said that the disciples of the Buddhist family will kowtow three times to the mountain gate to show their sincerity.If you are a person outside the Buddhist sect, you must have a pure heart with few desires and no distracting thoughts before you can go up the mountain.Xiu Yuan heard from his master that in the past there were always two or three Shaolin disciples with strong martial arts guarding here, and the guards were tight.

Just at this time, two farmers pushed a cart of vegetables, as if they were about to go up the mountain.Seeing Xiu Yuan, he took a step forward and asked them: "Are you two big brothers going to Shaolin?"

The two people looked back at him and saw Xiu Yuan dressed as a monk, a pair of straw sandals on his feet were torn on a hot day in June, very desolate, knowing that he is from other places, they shook their heads and moved closer to him and said: " Little monk, I advise you to find another place, Shaolin is precarious, and you can't even hide, why bother with this muddy water!"

Xiuyuan already understood a little bit in his heart that Shaolin must be torn apart because of the Tianyi Sect, as Song Yan said. For some reason, he thought of Lingyin Temple. Although it was not caused by Lianhuasheng, Xiuyuan only had one idea in his mind , Slashing him, to relieve the unspeakable pain at this moment.

Xiu Yuan simply explained to those two people that he was just traveling and passing through this place, hoping to go up the mountain with them and see the scenery of Shaolin.

The two farmers were straightforward, and immediately agreed, Xiu Yuan talked with them as they walked, the road up the mountain was not rough, but twists and turns, if no one took the lead, he might have to walk a lot of wrong roads.

"Where did the little brother come from?"

"Jinling area in the south of the Yangtze River."

"Oh? I heard that the Lingyin Temple in the south of the Yangtze River was destroyed a few days ago. That scene... really..."

Xiuyuan had already thought about it, the rivers and lakes are dangerous, unless he meets a very reliable and kind person, otherwise he will tell the outside world that he is just an idle monk, traveling around, so as not to cause trouble.Therefore, the two talked freely. Although he was very sad, he could only sigh and pretended to be calm: "Last year today, I passed by Lingyin Temple on my way to get alms, and the abbot Master let me stay and treated me like entering a house." Disciple, lectures on Buddhist scriptures cover every aspect, but I never thought that the temple will be destroyed and people will die now."

Everyone sighed for a while, and they arrived in front of the mountain gate before they knew it.

A Shaolin disciple stopped Xiu Yuan and asked the two farmers:

"You brought up the food, why is there an extra person?"

Xiuyuan performed a Buddhist ceremony to that person and said:

"Senior brother, don't be anxious. I have traveled so far, and I have been concerned about Shaolin for a long time. I just want to come and see it."

The disciple thought that he was a beggar monk from a small place, so he felt a little proud of himself. He asked a few questions about cultivating fate, and then said perfunctorily: "Minghui will lead the way, just go with him."

The little monk named Minghui took him to the side hall to register first, then led him to a Datong shop in the inner room, and said to Xiuyuan: "I will report to Uncle Ming first, you will sleep on my left side for a few days. It’s good to take care of each other.”

Since then, Xiuyuan has lived in Shaolin.

Originally, he planned to see the abbot of Shaolin, and then he was entrusted by his master that day, and he was going to send the "Minglan Sutra" to Shaolin, but something happened on the way, and he was forced to learn the martial arts from the scriptures one by one. In the past, apart from morning exercises, I would chant scriptures every day, not to mention the master abbot, and I didn't even see any of the famous monks in Shaolin who had attained the Tao.

That night, Xiuyuan was studying Buddhist scriptures under the lamp, and there was only Minghui next to him, talking to him one after another.

"Senior Brother Xiuyuan, you have traveled to many places, so you must have a lot of knowledge."

Xiuyuan put down the scriptures, smiled and said:

"I used to have a junior brother who got along very well, who was about the same age as you."

Minghui opened his eyes wide and said:

"and after?"

Xiu Yuan bowed his head and said:

"Later, I traveled around and haven't seen him for a long time."

Seeing that he was depressed, Minghui said:

"Senior Brother Xiuyuan tell me about the interesting things he saw on the way, how about it?"

Xiuyuan knew that young novice monks like Minghui couldn't go down the mountain at will, just like he was longing for the outside world back then, so he patted his head and started talking slowly.

The two chatted and chatted, Xiuyuan realized that the young monk was completely unaware of the situation in Shaolin, no wonder, he was at the age of innocence.Xiuyuan tentatively asked him: "Why have I not seen the abbot for so long?"

Minghui only said:

"I don't know. I just feel that in the past few months, there have always been unspeakable weirdness in the temple. First, the uncle of the Discipline Academy escaped from Shaolin, and then the abbot may not show up for a long time. Everything is handled by the second uncle in the temple. It’s not as strict as before, but it’s even more frightening, and I don’t dare to say a single word.”

Xiu Yuan secretly yelled in his heart, thinking that this Shaolin is probably controlled by Master Abbot's second disciple, and it may not be easy to find the second half of "Minglan Sutra" here.

Tired of talking, Minghui yawned, caught a glimpse of Xiuyuan's feet, and said:

"Senior Brother Xiu Yuan, your foot is hurt..."

Xiu Yuan also followed his gaze to see, and said with a smile:

"The straw sandals are broken, and the feet are pierced." Not only did they prick the feet, but also produced many blisters. Before repairing the edge, herbs were applied externally to stop the bleeding, so I didn't care about it. Unexpectedly, Minghui was very sharp-eyed: "You wait, I'll ask the senior brothers for some gold-creating medicine, and it will be fine after applying it." Minghui said, and went out of the Datong shop, Xiu Yuan was moved, and felt that this little novice was just like his little brother Xiu Kong, very happy Kind, couldn't help smiling, shook his head, and let him go.

I don't know how long after, there was a sudden wind outside the house, which made the leaves rustle, and the wooden windows were also crumbling. Xiu Yuan got up, and was about to close the doors and windows again. Suddenly, Minghui rushed in, with a gray face and a pale face: "Senior Brother Xiu Yuan , you go quickly."

Xiuyuan didn't know why, so he just thumped his heart and asked him:

"what happened to you?"

Minghui wiped her face, gasped and said:

"You are not from Shaolin, and you are not recorded in the register. Without you, no one will pursue you. If you are discovered, you will not be able to leave." Minghui hurriedly wrapped him up and was about to lead him out: " There is another way down the mountain, not many people know about it, so hurry up."

Xiu Yuan expected that something serious must have happened. Not long after, the lights outside were brightly lit and people were noisy. He pressed Minghui's hand and said, "It's too late. If you come, let's be safe. What happened outside?"

Minghui choked up and said:

"Tianyi Sect has come and kidnapped the abbot, the other sects, Emei Wudang, etc., although they have not surrendered, they are still in disarray. The leaders have all been captured to the southwest branch of Tianyi Sect. I heard that it is... …Their leader came to divide the altar. The altar leader originally planned to take down all the sects in the Southwest one by one, but now there is not much time left, so he simply wiped them all out. I hate the second uncle... Sigh!"

Minghui couldn't continue, but Xiuyuan probably guessed something, and just kept silent.Now that he leaves, where can he go? He originally came to Songshan Shaolin to find the other half of the "Ming Lan Jing".

Xiuyuan tied up the burden, but shook Minghui's hand and said:

"Silly boy, don't cry, you and I will change our robes. Are you worried about the head abbot? I will take care of him for you, don't worry."

Minghui stood there dumbfounded, seeing Xiuyuan take off his clothes neatly, murmured:

"Senior Brother Xiuyuan, we... we young disciples are not allowed to follow the abbot down the mountain, since the Tianyi Sect members watched...they...they said, maybe we will end up like Lingyin Temple, and we will all be destroyed by fire. Burn it clean."

When Minghui said this, his shoulders couldn't help trembling, Xiuyuan held him down, and comforted him: "No, they don't get what they want, so why would they kill them, and the purpose of Tianyi's teaching It's the surrender of the southwestern factions, not the extermination of the sect. Don't worry Minghui, I have my own way to get in. You just stay here and I will come back to see you."

When it comes to Lingyin Temple again, Yuan Cultivation is no longer sad like it was before, but my heart is full of fighting spirit. No matter what, Shaolin can't repeat the same mistakes.