The villain is awesome

Maybe Ruan Xuezong was good at taming the falcon. This falcon was raised in the back mountain and gradually grew in rank, but he kept his own law and did not dare to do anything wrong.

As long as he gestures, the black eagle will spread its wings and swoop down from the sky. When it is about to arrive, it will fold its wings and stop obediently on Ruan Xuezong's shoulder without saying a word, just like a little daughter-in-law.

Ruan Xuezong was barely satisfied.

On this day, he went down the mountain for alms.

Monks make good fortune by raising money and begging for food. It is said that this is the only way for the disciples of Wanfa Temple. However, the Zen master who arranged him for this task obviously forgot how recognizable Ruan Xuezong's face is.

When he came down the mountain wearing a clean white monk's robe, countless passers-by stared at him and saluted him wherever he went.

"Little master, do you want to ask for alms?" A knight-errant sat in the teahouse and asked him courageously amidst the crowd of onlookers.

Ruan Xuezong held a bowl: "Amitabha, yes."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few warm steamed buns, some vegetable buns, a plate of delicate pastries appeared in the bowl, and someone stuffed a handful of copper coins and a large radish into his monk robe.The behavior of passers-by made the onlookers on the street wake up to something, and they picked up the things at hand one after another and stuffed them enthusiastically.

The younger brother who was walking with him was startled, and hugged these things in a hurry: "Amitabha, thank you all the donors for your gifts." He came last time, and the people at the foot of the mountain were not surprised at all, and they were not so enthusiastic at all!This time when I went down the mountain, I was directly surrounded by three layers of people inside and three layers outside.

No matter how you think about it, it was brought by Senior Brother Ruzong!

From a distance, he heard someone shouting: "The master Ruzong who defeated the crazy monk in the Western Regions is here!"

As soon as this remark came out, Ruan Xuezong was surrounded by spectators, and he saw a rich old man holding a child in the distance. After the servant cleared the way, the rich man ran over with bright eyes, "Master! Master Ruzong, Xiaoer just Full moon, but has been weak and sick, I beg the master to give the child a name! My family has prepared a table of the best vegetarian food in Zuixianlou, and I implore the two masters to come to the little man's house to talk about it."

Ruan Xuezong refused: "Amitabha, for the matter of suppressing evil spirits, the little monk's morality is not enough, but I can help you think of a way to keep him safe and healthy, and keep him away from illness. That is to practice martial arts after the age of three and not slack off..." Until He touched the child's wrist bone before changing his mouth.

This is the proposal of the monk.

The old man and his family hurriedly thanked him.

The crying child seemed to be fascinated by Ruan Xuezong's aura for a while after being given the method, and his eyes of black grapes did not move. Everyone shouted that this is really the demeanor of a true Buddha.

In fact, Ruan Xuezong just found out that the child's bones are excellent, suitable for learning martial arts, and lost a little internal strength.When you learn martial arts and strengthen your body, you will naturally stay away from some big and small diseases.

After Mr. Fu left, something new happened immediately.

"Two masters! My old mother has been suffering from colic in her chest for the past few days. It can only be relieved by chanting scriptures and paying respects to the Buddha. However, she collapsed in the Buddhist hall at home a few days ago. I have the courage to help her here today. Can you please help me?" Can the master say a few words to her face to face? Maybe my mother's condition will improve." A young man said anxiously while supporting an old man with silver hair.

The old woman was haggard physically and mentally, and her complexion was decayed. When she saw the two young monks, her eyes burst out with hope, as if she had seen some panacea.

Ah well, he is just a young disciple of Wanfa Temple, he can only eat fast, chant Buddha and do a set of Shaolin boxing, he can't heal diseases at all.How can he give people hope before giving people despair?

Just when his younger brother Puzhao was in a hurry, Ruan Xuezong gently stretched out his hand and put it on the old woman's wrist. He was polite and restrained without overstepping, and his behavior showed the unparalleled demeanor of Buddhism. Came to calm.

"Amitabha, this old lady is suffering from a heart disease. She needs to seek medical advice so that she can recuperate. She should not worry about trivial matters in life, instead of burning incense and worshiping the Buddha in the dark and dewy hall in the dark of night..." Ruan Xuezong finished his diagnosis , when she withdrew her hand, she also passed a little internal force over, "Only the whole family can be safe to keep the old lady safe for the rest of her life."

The severe pain in the old lady's heart suddenly eased a lot, and her stiff hands and feet could move, she said tremblingly: "Thank you, master, the pain in the old body's heart suddenly disappeared."

Everyone only saw that the old lady's pale face had a rosy complexion, and there was an uproar in an instant.

And Ruan Xuezong's casual suggestion hit the nail on the head. The young man also opened his eyes wide and expressed disbelief. He looked surprised and thanked, "Master Ruzong is really amazing. The villain's house has been very noisy recently because of some things. I will go back and tidy up the house, so that the old mother can enjoy her old age in peace."

Ruan Xuezong's intention of going down the mountain was to seek alms, but in the end he became a universal salvation.

Everyone wanted to admire the elegant demeanor of the eminent monk who won the Eastern and Western Buddhist martial arts competition. The scene was extremely chaotic for a while. Ruan Xuezong had never seen such a big scene. He also politely declined, and then returned with a rewarding experience. The trip down the mountain increased a lot of prestige.

His fellow junior brother Puzhao kept casting admiring gazes at him.

Seeing that the setting sun was about to set, at this moment, Ruan Xuezong heard a call from above his head, "Little monk, I see that you have been talking all afternoon, do you want to come up for a cup of tea?"

Ruan Xuezong slightly raised his head.

I noticed that the person I was inviting had handsome features and a smile like a spring breeze on the corners of his lips. It was obvious that he was inviting people to drink tea, but the gentle temperament that fascinated thousands of heroines in the rivers and lakes had already been revealed in his words and deeds.

It was Shen Jiangling.

Ruan Xuezong flew up without even thinking about it, this vigorous and light skill made the eyes of the spectators shine, and then Ruan Xuezong really came to drink tea.

He raised a teapot in front of him, raised his head slightly, and with the slight movement of his thin white Adam's apple, he drank the pot of tea in one gulp.Occasionally, a few drops of tea spilled from the cracks of his lips, sliding down the graceful jawline and neck, making this scene extremely pleasing to the eye, as if what he drank was not a pot of Biluochun, but a pot of heroic wine.

"Little master is so brave, he doesn't suspect my intentions at all." Shen Jiangling smiled slightly, he was very happy.

In order not to be at a disadvantage in front of the young eminent monk, he forced out that elegant and calm smile just now. In fact, Shen Jiangling at this time period is just a young man who has just come out of the arena, and he really wants to stand out in the arena to prove himself For myself, I want to make some amazing friends.

Only later did Shen Jiangling realize that when he was young, he should not meet overly amazing people.He met Ruan Xuezong, and invisibly raised his standard for choosing friends, even if it was just an illusion.

"I'm suspicious of other people, but you don't know about Shen Shaoxia." Ruan Xuezong also smiled. Shen Jiangling called him a little friend in the future, but now the two have become peers of the same age. magic.

Shen Jiangling was not surprised, why did Ruan Xuezong know his name, he had watched too many good shows today, and found that this young man of [-] knew almost everything.

It was Ruan Xuezong's next words that directly made his heart beat faster, because Ruan Xuezong read a poem slowly: "Meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend."

Opening Shen Jiangling's folding fan, Jun blushed and said, "It's really amazing, I also feel the same way." Even though he was plain in his life, every move of the little monk attracted his attention, and he couldn't deny that this was a special event. fate.

System No. 007 just looked at it like this, and there are some destined friends who will hit it off even in the illusion.

"Brother Ruzong, it's time for us to go back." The fellow junior urged in a low voice, although he felt a little sorry for interrupting the gathering where the senior met his friends for the first time.

But the evening bell of Wanfa Temple rang, reminding the monks who went out to go home.

However, at this time, Shen Jiangling and Ruan Xuezong made rapid progress, and they had already surpassed the "meeting by accident" and directly reached the stage of "like friends at first sight". They talked and laughed and shared many anecdotes.

Shen Jiangling even told Ruan Xuezong that he has an extremely keen sense of the world. He has recently noticed that there is a dark cloud rising under the foot of Wanfa Temple Mountain. This kind of atmosphere is very unusual. I don't know where Come.

Ruan Xuezong used his toes to figure out that it was Momen Xiaoxiao, but he didn't understand that Momen had stolen the secret treasure of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, so what was he planning to do in Wanfa Temple?

Whoever provokes Wanfa Temple will be missed by Momen again and again.

With this doubt in mind, Ruan Xuezong was naturally not in a hurry to go back, he made an appointment with Shen Jiangling, and met on the roof of the tea house at midnight, and the two thoroughly investigated the matter together.

He sent his younger brother to go back first.

Puzhao had no choice but to go back to Wanfa Temple alone. Seeing Senior Brother Ru Lan walking towards him from a distance, he felt admiration in his heart.Senior Brother Ru Lan is as handsome and elegant as ever. Under the twilight, those amber eyes with a slightly lighter color are like a Buddha statue coated with a layer of colorful oil.

Then the other party's eyes fell on his side.

"Amitabha, where is Puzhao your brother? Didn't you all go down the mountain together?"

Only then did Puzhao come back to his senses, and complained: "I came back alone, Senior Brother Ru Lan, you must speak well of Senior Brother Ru Zong when he comes back. He must have not gone down the mountain for a long time, so when he got off the mountain, he couldn't think of leaving. When he came back before doing his homework two days ago, he also made a friend from the rivers and lakes, saying that he hit it off with him..."

"It's like old friends at first sight?" The young monk raised his eyebrows, his expression slightly surprised.

"That's right, a man from the rivers and lakes who is about the same age as the senior brother, who doesn't know his background, just a few words made the senior brother decide to stay away tonight." Pu Zhao muttered dissatisfied.

In fact, he can also stay, as long as Senior Brother Ru Zong says a few nice words, he can also choose to stay in the inn at the foot of the mountain for one night if he doesn't drive him back to work.

Brother Ru Zong was going to play, but he didn't even take him with him.

"I see." Du Rulan showed a gentle smile on his face, "As expected, Junior Brother is still young at heart, one or two friends can win him over, but people in Jianghu are the most intriguing, and there are liars with ulterior motives everywhere..."

The smile on the young monk's face was still gentle, and he sighed to relieve the worries in his heart. Pu Zhao looked a little bit numb, and the alms in his arms almost fell to the ground.

Obviously, senior brother Rulan has a gentler temperament than senior brother Zong, but at this moment he realizes that senior brother Ruzong is much easier to get along with.

That night, Ruan Xuezong and Shen Jiangling lurked in the city, like two knights in the rivers and lakes investigating the case, but they didn't encounter any movement, nor did they encounter any thrilling things.

Shen Jiangling was also puzzled: "Those people with unknown powers made some movements a few days ago, but they are silent tonight. Why?"

The investigation failed, and seeing that the morning bell was about to strike, Ruan Xuezong had no choice but to return to the mountain.

……

Throughout the dynasties, perhaps every emperor was dissatisfied with the small world within the palace walls, and liked the pleasure of "private visits" among the people, and Emperor Jing was no exception.

He was in his prime, tall and handsome, with a gentle and easy-going disposition, and he didn't have the majesty of a high-ranking person in his gestures. He liked to travel in the mountains and rivers the most, so he traveled all the way south and encountered various scenery.

Because he heard about the martial arts competition at Wanfa Temple, he changed his mind to Wanfa Temple.When he first climbed the mountain gate, there were many people in front of the mountain gate, and he did not choose to reveal his identity, but led a group of guards to enter from the back mountain in a low-key manner.

On the back mountain of Wanfa Temple, a quiet road has been opened among the mountains and rocks, but it is far away from the Daxiong Palace. Regular pilgrims will not go here, resulting in a quiet scenery but few people.

"This is the forest of steles." Emperor Jing smiled and stretched out a big palm to caress the stone stele without hesitation.

There are towering cliff steles here, with mottled moss marks on the high places, some of which are brand new, and some of which have been obliterated and unrecognizable due to wind and sun, but it can still be seen that most of these are literati who passed by here, leaving behind brilliant calligraphy.

There are also "so and so came here for a visit" left by people in the rivers and lakes, and the uneducated and reckless atmosphere can be seen at a glance.

Emperor Jing felt itchy for a while.

The eunuch Wang's disguised guard beside him saw the subtle excited expression on His Majesty's face, heard the string song and said, "Your Majesty... no, Lord Jing, we are here, why don't you mention a poem before going up the mountain? Those People in Jianghu would never have imagined in their dreams that the calligraphy of the Ninth Five Supreme will be mixed in, and they will be stunned in the future!"

Manager Wang took the lead in slapping the dragon fart, and a group of big internal guards rushed forward holding pens, inkstones and inkstones.

"Let me think about it, how to make this opening chapter." Emperor Jing laughed, and took a brush to moisten the ink. He was responsible for leaving the ink, and the guards would naturally help to carve it later, so that this ink treasure will last forever among the stone monuments on the cliff.

"I thought of it, the first sentence is..." Emperor Jing smiled confidently, and at this moment, a white figure passed in front of him on this inaccessible mountain road.

Emperor Jing looked up with a smile, and the smile froze on his lips suddenly.

It was a young man with a fair face and picturesque eyebrows. The other party looked calm. He was wearing a thin white monk's robe, and a string of black Buddhist beads danced between his thin white neck.The other party seemed to be on their way. The coarse linen shoes under their feet were stained with dew, but there was no muddy soil. They looked elegant and not rustic, but had a spotless beauty.

Appearing in the misty morning, the other party does not seem to be alone, more like a banished fairy and a mountain spirit, just like that, it turns into a hazy veil, appears out of thin air, and quickly loses its blurred shadow.

It's hard to describe what this feels like.

Emperor Jing was stunned, his heart was pounding, and he didn't even react to the ink stains on his sleeves.

Eunuch Wang also followed His Majesty's gaze, his eyes widened when he saw this, he couldn't move his eyes, and his heart was pounding.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Mr. Wang possesses martial arts himself, so he can see through the details of others at a glance. In his opinion, this young monk passing by is very young, and his kung fu is actually better than him. The road is invisible.

When did Wanfa Temple produce such a young and outstanding master disciple? This is impossible!How could there be a master who is still young and weak in this world? He didn't believe it!

Emperor Jing also completely forgot about the emperor's reservedness, he threw away the ink pen and rushed up, but there was no one on the steps, his sword eyebrows were tightly frowned, and he muttered to himself in despair: "Could it be that I have hallucinations?"

But if all this is an illusion, how to explain the heartbeat at that moment, the familiarity and throbbing rooted in the blood?

Manager Wang didn't answer, and he himself was in shock.

How could there be such a young grandmaster in this world, he was a half-step grandmaster who was only promoted at the age of 40, so he also felt that he was hallucinating in the clear sky.

On the mountain road of Wanfa Temple, one master and one servant lost their souls.