The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

……Home?

The little monk was a little ignorant, and this word seemed particularly strange when he said it at this time.Is home the few dilapidated houses on the mountain, the small buildings filled with flowers, or the Wudang Mountain where this senior is?

It seems that every place can be called home, and it seems that there is something missing in every place.

But don't think about things that you can't figure out. The little monk never makes things difficult for himself.He simply called his senior brother, in exchange for a warm and clear jade pendant and a smiling face with tears in his eyes.

Hua Manlou and Lu Xiaofeng looked at it with a smile, and felt relieved.

The lonely little monk finally had a place to go back to besides the small building.

Lu Xiaofeng's mood is more complicated, he is a wandering prodigal son, he has many, many places to sleep, but there is only one place to go back to beside Huamanlou.At this time, I saw that little monk who came out of the mountain and didn't understand everything. He said with tears in his eyes that he had no name and no home. Finally, he had a home that he could confidently say.

It's not that Xiaolou doesn't welcome young monks anymore. In fact, Huamanlou will never reject young monks.It's just that they have no other connection. How can Zhang Sanfeng be closely related to the little monk?

Relief is indeed very gratifying, but Huamanlou inevitably feels a little unspeakably sour in her heart, just like a mother who has to drive the cub out of the house when she sees her cub finally able to hunt by herself, she is always happy when she sees the chick flying alone The relief is mixed with the sadness of not being needed.

Finally recognizing this little junior brother, Zhang Sanfeng drank several sips of tea before finally suppressing his emotions.

The master treated him like a parent and son, but he failed to be filial to the master. Now he can take care of the younger brother left behind by the master, as if they were back in the past when they lived together behind the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

The little monk felt strange, but he didn't know how to express it. He opened his mouth and asked only one sentence: "Master...why do they all say that Master has passed away long ago? Master is obviously not dead!"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed, hiding the pain in his eyes: "Back then, Master used his own strength to fight against a powerful enemy, and led me and the heroine Guo Xiang to evade pursuit. After escaping from Shaolin, there was a tendency to run out of fuel. Master Meditate for one night, and lost breath early in the morning of the next day. Zen Master Wusei also followed us to cover one or two traces for us, but unexpectedly, another powerful enemy came to the door. Zen Master Wusai had no choice but to go back to the temple. The disciples are still searching for our traces."

"And then?" The little monk asked softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"Then I carried Master's body on my back and fought and retreated. It's just that I was not good at martial arts at the time, and I only knew superficial kung fu. During the fight, Master's body was snatched away. I was about to go crazy, but I still couldn't beat four hands with both fists. Later, I and Guo Nvxia teamed up and finally broke into the battle, but they told me that the master's body was gone. I searched for a long time but was ashamed, and fled with Guo Nvxia, and then wandered among the mountains and rivers, and finally realized something. But..." This is the only thing Zhang Sanfeng regretted in his life, but it tortured him for most of his life.

He was incompetent if he couldn't protect Master's body; he was unfilial if he failed to confirm Master's life and death carefully.

The little monk listened quietly, now that he said a few words lightly, he didn't know how dangerous it was at the beginning, so how could the Shaolin formation be easy to break through?He didn't mention how he escaped from death, but only said that he was incompetent, which made them, the audience, even more uncomfortable.

Those present were all well-informed people who finally pieced together the truth of the year.

Master Jueyuan practiced the Nine Suns Manual, and his inner strength was endless, maybe it was not that the lamp was exhausted that day, but just fell into a dormancy.Zhang Sanfeng originally planned to incinerate his master's body, but because he was hunted down and had no time, he could only fight and retreat while carrying his master's body on his back.The Shaolin disciples snatched the corpse, of course, for business affairs, so they would not incinerate the corpse, they could only keep it well.

But they are still chasing Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Sanfeng at the same time, so it is inevitable that they did not take good care of them. Perhaps Zen Master Jueyuan thought he had nothing more to miss after waking up, or maybe he had gained a great understanding between life and death, so he simply lived alone on the mountain, and he was content. It's fun.

As for why a young monk was picked up later and raised to such a large size, that is another story.

Looking at the little monk with red lips and white teeth, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to be able to glimpse those ordinary and trivial daily life, and couldn't help sighing again in his heart.

Seeing the gloomy atmosphere, Lu Xiaofeng quickly came out to smooth things over: "This time I have taken advantage of the little monk, won't Yuan Qiao also call me "Master Uncle" in the future?"

Song Yuanqiao also enlivened the atmosphere with a smile: "My name is our uncle, what does it have to do with you? The rules of the world, everyone has their own opinions."

"Lu Xiaofeng, you are too good, don't bully my nephew." The little monk had a serious face, almost wanting to engrave the word "elder" on his face.

This is his first time as an elder!Even if Song Yuanqiao's age may be two, three or even three or four times his age, that is still the younger generation he wants to protect!

The little monk had an inexplicable desire to protect Song Yuanqiao, and even pulled Wudang Mountain into his territory. From now on, this will be his place to cover!

Hua Manlou laughed softly: "This is Lu Xiaofeng's fault, he said that to give a gift to his nephew."

Although Hua Manlou has always looked like an upright gentleman, occasionally he would make some harmless little jokes—such as now, but—with a single sentence, he recognized Song Yuanqiao as his nephew, and even asked Lu Xiaofeng to come forward to give gifts, but he was completely unharmed. Injured, but still watching the fun from the sidelines.

"Is there a gift?" Sure enough, the little monk didn't hear it, and was immediately distracted, "Where is it? Is it for my nephew? Then what should I do if I don't have a gift?"

The little monk felt really sad.

He is penniless and has nothing in his sleeves, and he can live up to now only by spending a lot of money. He wears silk and satin and eats delicious food, but if there are any gifts that can be handed out... there are really none.

However, the young monk has ambition, especially for the meeting gift given to the younger generation, how can he spend a lot of money on it?

The little monk began to consider the feasibility of performing on the street again.

Of course, Song Yuanqiao would not ask his little uncle to give him a gift, so he hurriedly said: "It is not easy for uncle to come, so there is no need for gifts! I didn't know what uncle likes before, so why don't uncle see if the room layout suits his wishes?" ?”

Zhang Sanfeng also said with a smile: "Yuanqiao has always done things properly, if you want to play with anything, you can go to him, and if the room is not suitable, you can go to him!"

Although he was not sure whether it was his uncle before, but Song Yuanqiao knew what was on his master's mind, so he still inquired about Zen Master Shi Xin's preferences and arranged a room, so as not to be embarrassing if his uncle recognized him but didn't have a place to live.

"Room?" The little monk wondered, "But we are leaving."

"!" Song Yuanqiao never expected that the room he arranged was perfect, but it was messed up by his uncle!

"Why are you leaving all of a sudden?" Zhang Sanfeng didn't understand.

The little monk replied seriously: "I came this time just to ask about the master, and then to see how the senior brother is doing well, and then I want to discuss something with the senior brother. Seeing that the senior brother is doing well now, the master's affairs are also fine." Ask clearly, we will leave after discussing with senior brother."

"This..." Song Yuanqiao hesitated to speak.

For the little monk, whatever he does is what he does, and he doesn't think about other things at all.For example, the world is now discussing that if Zhang Sanfeng is really a brother of the little monk, will the little monk take advantage or the Wudang faction will benefit more?

It is known that the young monk's martial arts is not only first-class, but even surpasses the first-rate. It is definitely a good thing to have such a person in charge of any sect; but the young monk is also hunted down by the Shaolin Temple. It seems that it is not a good thing for Shaolin Temple to be an enemy.

All in all, it seems to outsiders that what they say is a win-win situation, but in fact it has not changed much. If they really want to say who wins, they are the only spectators.

You may win, but they never lose.

Zhang Sanfeng asked with a smile: "What do you want to discuss with me?"

This matter is always endless to discuss, why don't we just stay after discussing and discussing?

The little monk didn't realize it, and carefully explained the method they came up with, and then asked: "But the Nine Suns Manual is not my own, and the senior brother should also have a share, so if the senior brother disagrees, then we will discuss it." Think of another way."

This sentence may be said by others with the meaning of resentment, but the little monk has always said that he said it because he thought so.

Both he and his senior brother should have the right to deal with such things. If the senior brother disagrees, then he can't make decisions without authorization, so he has to think of other ways.

Zhang Sanfeng pondered for a moment, then said: "Do you have the complete copy of the Nine Suns Manual?"

"I don't know if it's the whole book, but Master has only taught me so much." The little monk was also at a loss.

Although Zhang Sanfeng has been with Zen Master Jueyuan day and night for more than ten years, he only heard a few fragments at the end. Now that he heard the little monk's words, he knew that Master had completely let go of all worldly things, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

The thing that made Zhang Sanfeng the happiest was knowing that Master had a good life later on.

"Master has never taught me the Nine Suns Manual before, so my younger brother is the only one to pass it on." Zhang Sanfeng is open-minded, he doesn't stick to worldly etiquette, and he doesn't have any greed, so he agreed easily, "How do you want to deal with it? It’s good to follow the younger brother. Just don’t forget, there is a Wudang sect behind you.”

This is because he was afraid that the little monk's plan would not go well, so he specially pointed out a way out for the little monk, so that he would not be able to resist such a big thing by himself.

Listening to Master's words, Song Yuanqiao didn't feel dissatisfied at all, but became more relaxed.It is a good thing that Master has had a knot in his heart for many years and can be untied here.

"Okay!" The little monk finally smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were extremely cute, "Then we are going to find other masters!"

Zhang Sanfeng laughed loudly: "Who else do you want to find the head? Isn't the head of the Wudang faction in front of you?"

It was not enough after finishing speaking, Zhang Sanfeng continued: "Also, if this is the case, the younger brother doesn't have to be copied by someone, just read it to them once."

"After all, comprehension of secret books also requires comprehension!" Zhang Sanfeng said this with a smile, and the little monk seemed to see him standing on the mountain with a long sword in his hand, exuding the aura unique to a master.

The little monk's eyes lit up: "Senior brother is right! But we still have to find other masters."

Still obsessed with it.

As the first disciple, Song Yuanqiao naturally wanted to share his master's worries, and stepped forward and said, "Isn't it a great joy for our Wudang sect to recognize the uncle and master? I think such a happy event should naturally hold a grand ceremony to celebrate it. "

"It's still your thoughtfulness!" Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed. To hold a grand ceremony, other sects would naturally be invited. At that time, when inviting each sect's head to write a secret letter, wouldn't they be able to gather together?

This matter was handed over to Song Yuanqiao, and everything was naturally appropriate. The little monk only needs to wait for him to eat, drink and have fun in Wudang Mountain every day. There is also a small stove in the kitchen specially for him. So uncomfortable.

On October [-]st, the Wudang faction cleaned up and down, and deliberately dressed up for the celebration. Everyone had a joyful smile on their faces, waiting quietly for all sects and sects.

But now, no one knows that the "Trial of the Heavenly Ladder", which has caused huge waves in the arena, will set the tone today.

The author has something to say: the development gradually becomes strange...

Uuu don't ask me what will happen in the future, actually I don't know QAQ

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