Rebirth for the good

How about the day after tomorrow? "

the day after tomorrow?That should be the last day in the world, Lu Shangming nodded in agreement, and listened to him again: "Don't worry, Master Lu, the poor monk will never reveal your identity, but if you have evil thoughts and do any evil things, you will be considered as yours!" I'm Dao Hui's friend, and I will never protect the poor monk."

Lu Shangming couldn't help saying: "Even if I want to do bad things, I'm afraid I don't have the time."

"Okay," Fang Neng said, "The poor monk is going to visit Daohui, please, Master Lu."

Lu Shangming hurriedly said: "Daohui is sleeping soundly, it seems that you can get up so early, so don't bother him."

Hearing this, Fang Neng thought to himself: "This person is very concerned about Dao Hui. That day, Dao Hui said that the person he likes is... Amitabha."

Lu Shangming knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and said again: "But you are his master, so you can do whatever you want."

Fang Neng said with a smile: "Since what the leader said, the poor monk will not go, but I don't know if my little apprentice has caused any trouble for the leader?"

Lu Shangming's expression darkened suddenly, and he said in a low voice, "Actually, I need your help with something important."

Seeing his serious expression, Fang Neng couldn't help trembling in his heart, only to hear him slowly say: "There is a difference in the true energy in Dao Hui's body, I'm afraid only your Shaolin internal energy can resolve it."

Fang Neng felt sorry for his disciple, so he became anxious immediately, and quickly asked: "There is a difference in true energy? Why is there a difference? Did you suffer some serious injury?"

Isn't this the time to tell the truth, Lu Shangming had no choice but to find an excuse: "I'll tell you after he wakes up in person."

Fang Neng frowned and walked forward quickly, shouting in his mouth: "The poor monk can't wait anymore, let's go and see him."

Lu Shangming had no choice but to put aside his plan to enjoy the vegetable garden, and followed behind him.

Daohui was dreaming at the moment, who would have thought that the door of the room was pushed open with a "bang", and then woke up slowly, rubbed his eyes, saw that it was Master Fangneng who came, hurriedly jumped off the bed, put on his shoes He didn't have time to wear it, so he walked up to him with bare feet, "Master, why are you here?"

"Lie down quickly," Fang Neng urged, reaching out to help Daohui, "I'll take your pulse as a teacher."

Seeing that Daohui was lying down, he stretched out his two middle fingers to probe the veins on his wrist, and saw that his meridians were vigorous and powerful, and he already possessed profound internal energy, he couldn't help but secretly startled, and probed carefully for a while, and sure enough I noticed that there are two strands of true energy in Daohui's body, one yin and one yang, entangled with each other. Although the situation is calm at this time, if one of them loses balance, it will undoubtedly lead to death.

"What kind of martial arts is this, and why is it so overbearing? The poor monk has never heard of it." Fang Neng couldn't help but glance at Lu Shangming. If nothing unexpected happened to this strange skill, it must have something to do with him.

Dao Hui shouted: "This matter has nothing to do with Benefactor Lu, it's my apprentice who secretly learned his martial arts because I was eager to save people."

Dao Hui's words clearly risked violating the temple's rules and took the blame for the crime.

Fang Neng nodded, but said in his heart: "Lu Shangming is very skilled in martial arts, how could Daohui learn it secretly? Alas, I am a fool, I am afraid that I am deeply in love and cannot extricate myself, but he and this leader Lu are both I'm a man, so I'm afraid I'll have to suffer in the future." He thought of his disciple, a Shaolin monk who did such a thing, would be ridiculed by others, and felt miserable.

Seeing Master's lonely expression, Daohui thought she had some serious illness that could not be cured, so she couldn't help laughing and said, "Master, I can't be cured."

Fang Neng scolded softly: "You silly boy, if you really can't get well, you will die. What are you happy about?"

Daohui glanced at Lu Shangming, although he didn't answer what Master said, but Lu Shangming still understood what he meant, and couldn't help sighing: "Don't say such despondent words, you can do it, do you have a way to cure him?"

Fang Neng smiled slightly, "As Lu Jiaozhu said, only Shaolin's Zhiyang Zhenqi can dispel the evil roots in Daohui's body. The poor monk will go back and prepare. It will not be difficult."

Seeing him stand up and leave the door, Lu Shangming couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief when he heard the words, but found that Fang Neng walked to his side and looked at him intentionally, as if implying that he had something to say.

Lu Shangming waited for Dao Hui to fall back into a deep sleep, then hurriedly followed out the door, and sure enough, he saw Fang Neng waiting for him not far away.

"Could it be that Daohui's condition can't be cured?" Lu Shangming felt more guilty.

Fang Neng shook his head and said: "It can be cured, but this method of curing the disease is not easy."

Lu Shangming knew it right away, and said immediately: "Since you intend to tell, it may not be hopeless, but it's okay to say."

Fang Neng lowered his voice, "The poor monk is ashamed, even if the poor monk joins hands with the abbot and several other brothers, it may not be able to eradicate the abnormal qi. From what the poor monk sees, there is only one way."

"what?"

"The Sutra of Washing the Marrow," Fang Neng saw Lu Shangming's surprised expression, and continued, "For more than a hundred years, maybe the martial arts in the scriptures are too mysterious, or maybe people outside of Fang should not be persistent in the way of martial arts. None of the abbots dared to practice the profound skills in the Sutra of Washing the Marrow by themselves, so this scripture has been hidden in the Sutra Pavilion."

Lu Shangming said: "You mean to let Daohui practice the Sutra of Washing the Marrow?"

Fang Neng nodded and said: "That's right, but to get the scriptures, the abbot must agree. Dao Hui, as a Buddhist disciple, has no difficulties at all, but it's a pity that the abbot traced it, and you can't hide your matter, Teacher Lu." He Even though he said so on the lips, he wanted to protect Daohui in his heart, fearing that he would be kicked out of the door because of this.

Lu Shangming naturally understood that once his affairs were exposed, Dao Hui would not be able to wash away. He suddenly asked, "Do you want me to steal the scriptures?"

Fang Neng said: "Exactly, the only one who can do this now is you, Master Lu."

"Okay, I'll go." Lu Shangming agreed.

Stolen scriptures

The Sutra of Washing the Marrow is the authentic martial art of Buddhism. It can be said to be the general outline of Shaolin internal energy. Those who rest can harmonize the internal energy of yin and yang, and reach the realm of heaven and man.

As Fang Neng said, if you want to save Daohui's life, you can only eliminate the opposing true energy, but if you pull it out forcibly, you will definitely hurt your muscles and bones. I am afraid that Daohui will not be able to practice internal strength in the future. The best way is to practice this unique skill of washing the marrow, or you can fuse the two real qi into one place, and use them all for your own use, which greatly enhances your skill.

Lu Shangming knew that time was running out, so he was willing to wait until night to strike, and he was arrogant by nature, thinking that there was no opponent in Shaolin Temple, so he immediately went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with lightness kung fu.

With Fang Neng's guidance, there was no obstacle along the way. Lu Shangming jumped off the roof, and a very simple and simple pavilion came into view. But the doors and windows are clean and dust-free, let alone the slightest damage.

He took a closer look, and there were many small characters engraved on the stone slab in front of the door, all of which were words such as "a certain year, a certain Zen master", and wrote all the repair records of this scripture pavilion since it was built. There are so many repair records. The abbots of all dynasties in the temple valued it very much.

It's just that the gate is closed tightly at this moment, and as expected, no one enters or exits during the day.

Seeing that no one was guarding him, Lu Shangming simply swayed around, only to realize that the gate was not locked. He couldn't help sighing secretly that this Shaolin Temple is really a decent family, with strict discipline, and he is not afraid of people with ulterior motives coming here to steal scriptures.

But where would they have thought that a devil with extremely high martial arts came to the temple?Thinking of this, Lu Shangming couldn't help laughing secretly, and became more excited. He gently pushed the door open and walked straight into the scripture storage pavilion.

As soon as he stepped in, Lu Shangming felt the smell of books coming to his nostrils. It was filled with the fragrance of books and the sandalwood from the wooden frame, without any smell of dust.He couldn't help taking a few deep breaths, feeling refreshed, and casually took out a well-bound book from the bookshelf, and saw the four characters "Nianhua Fingering" written on it.

"Shaolin 72 stunt?" Lu Shangming sneered, and casually threw it aside, "In my opinion, that's all."

He conveniently took out another book from the other side, but it was the Buddhist scriptures "Lotus Flower Sutra". This time, he was willing to calm down and turn over a few pages.

While watching it fascinated, Lu Shangming suddenly remembered that Fang Neng had said that a monk on duty would come to clean it in about half an hour. Look for the bookshelves with 72 special skills one by one.

Unexpectedly, a voice suddenly came from outside the door, "Senior brother is really serious, he knew he was lazy and asked me to clean it for him. If someone else finds out about this, he will inevitably be punished again."

Lu Shangming was shocked in his heart, thinking to himself that someone came so early today, he jumped up hurriedly, hid on the beam, glanced sideways at the door, and saw a monk about the size of Daohui complaining all the way in House, with a broom in his hand, he must have come to tidy up the scriptures.

Lu Shangming couldn't help cursing in his heart: "If you don't come sooner or later, you come to disturb my good business now. It's up to you to work for senior brother! Look at your slow movements. If you want to clean up this huge Buddhist scripture pavilion, you don't know what to do. How long am I waiting?"

He cursed inwardly like this, no matter how much he scolded, how could the little monk know, he just walked back and forth two steps slowly holding the broom, but he didn't intend to start cleaning.

Lu Shangming watched impatiently, and heard the monk talking to himself: "Hey, I have never been here before, and I thought it must be a very dirty place, but it is so clean. Even if I leave directly, I don't want to come here." Someone will find out." When he said this, he couldn't help laughing, "I'm really smart."

The monk was about to go out happily, when he suddenly said: "No, if I go back so early, the brother will definitely blame me, why don't you sleep here