Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 651 Orb
Fang Jianming's sleep this time was not very long, but the harvest was not small.When he awoke, it was dark the next day.

Turning over and sitting up from the bed, he found that his body was sticky, and the whole bed was covered with golden silk. He was asleep, of course he didn't know what happened to him.

Stretching out his hand into his bosom, he really touched two scrolls in his bosom. He felt that this matter was a bit evil, but he didn't bother to think about it. He tried to call Heipao, and Heipao immediately came in when he heard his call. Nothing happened, he said happily: "Master, you're awake." Then he said in surprise: "Master, when you were asleep, I came in to see you once, and saw that your body was covered with silk. What's the matter, are you okay?"

Fang Jianming smiled and said: "I'm fine, it's all because I accidentally inhaled a magical flower, and this happened."

The black robe glanced at him, and couldn't help but said: "Master, after waking up, your cultivation has improved again."

Of course Fang Jianming would not tell him about the "Great Sleeping Art", even if he did, the black robe might not believe it, so he could only say, "It's probably because of the effect of the 'Golden Silkworm Flower'."

Fang Jianming took a bath first. During this time, Heipao had asked his bed to be tidied up and replaced with a new quilt. The two little girls who tidied up the bed had never tidied up this kind of bed before. Afraid, but dare not speak out.

After Fang Jianming took a comfortable bath, the black robe prepared a sumptuous meal for him. He was indeed a little hungry, and asked while eating, "How long have I been sleeping?"

The black robe said: "From last night to now, it has been almost a whole day."

Fang Jianming remembered the matter of the old monk Baozhu, he didn't dare to delay, ate three bowls of rice, and left in a hurry.Before leaving, he explained his whereabouts.

The old monk Baozhu asked him to go to Leifeng Pagoda to meet him, it was not as simple as thanking him, there must be other things.

However, what made him even more curious was Baozhu's martial arts cultivation. With Baozhu's martial arts, looking at the world, the only people Fang Jianming had ever met were Zhang Sanfeng and Xin Erniang.Among the others, Zhang Xiangfeng might be able to compare with Baozhu, but because Fang Jianming saw Zhang Sanfeng, he couldn't help but push Zhang Xiangfeng out.

He went to Leifeng Pagoda many times. Although it was night, he was familiar with the road and soon came to the edge of West Lake.

At this time, the West Lake has returned to its former bustling scene. The painting boats swayed gently, and the singing came, creating a scene of singing and dancing.

Fang Jianming didn't bother to look too much, and hurried past along the lake embankment.

Suddenly, a small boat was advancing towards the lake from a corner of the West Lake like a flying arrow. He saw it by accident, was slightly surprised, and thought to himself: "This person's inner strength is not shallow."

There was no oarsman on the boat, only an old man in long robes, his appearance was a little ugly, just from the fact that he used his true energy to propel the boat forward like flying, his martial arts were extremely high.

Someone displayed such a shocking inner strength on the West Lake, Fang Jianming couldn't help but take another look at this person.It's okay not to look at it, but when I saw it, I stopped.

At this moment, I saw three small boats flying towards the lake from three directions, and there was only one person standing on the boat.

Who the hell are these four people, to show their profound inner strength on West Lake at the same time.Just when Fang Jianming was secretly surprised, a figure appeared not far away. With a loud "haha" laugh, he actually performed the excellent lightness kung fu of "surpassing water with air", stepping on the lake with both feet quickly, like "a dragonfly touches water", towards the lake fly away.Seeing someone "flying" on the water, there was a burst of surprise.

In the lake, there is a big boat moored. Judging by the posture of these five people, they are coming for this big boat.

Fang Jianming looked at the big boat, and there was a group of well-dressed men standing on the boat, and eight large lamps were hung high on the boat, shining brightly like daylight.

The speed of the four small boats was almost equal, and the speed of the man was even faster. Although he was the last to appear, he rushed to within three feet of the big boat, and his figure suddenly left the water and fell towards the big boat.

All of a sudden, a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back in the boat closest to him said in a deep voice, "Old man Xi, I haven't seen you for a few years, and you're still so crazy."

In the voice, the splitting palm force slapped that person, the person was in mid-air, without any force, and was about to be hit by the palm force, but he saw his arms shake, and his body suddenly moved three feet to the left, He landed on the board, and there were three other people who fell on the board at the same time as him, one was the ugly old man, the other was a middle-aged man in Daoist costume, and the other was a black-faced old man, except for the middle-aged man with palms Did not come up.

"Old Xi" was attacked by a middle-aged man, and he was able to get off the boat at the same time as the three of them. Naturally, his skill was half a step higher than the three of them. It was much more difficult for him to use the water surface as a force point than the three of them to use the ship's plank as a force point. , and his skills are half a step higher. Generally speaking, his martial arts are higher than the three of them.

After getting off the boat, "Old Xi" turned around and shouted, "Zeng Guangtai, what do you mean? If you dare to come on board, I will beat you down."

The middle-aged man did not expect "Old Xi" to improve his martial arts so quickly, he said coldly: "Old Xi, if I come up, so what if you didn't beat me down?"

Old man Xi laughed "haha" and said, "If you can get on the boat, I will..."

Before the words were finished, laughter came from the cabin, and someone said: "Brother Xi, Brother Zeng, why do you bother?"

Following the words, six people came out of the cabin, the first one was a man with extraordinary bearing, and the five people behind him were in their early thirties, and they seemed to be this man's subordinates.

Seeing the man come out, the three men clasped their fists to him and said, "Hello, Brother Gu."

The man clasped his fists in return and said, "Hello, three."

Old man Xi snorted, and said, "Brother Gu, did you invite us here to make the surname Zeng embarrass me?"

The man accompanied him with a smile and said: "Brother Zeng is a bit reckless, please forgive me, brother Xi, we all came here for a big event, why bother to make such an unpleasant scene." The three of them also came out to smooth things over.

Old man Xi became more angry, and said: "Today, I will ignore Zeng for the sake of your face."

The man said to Zeng Guangtai: "Brother Zeng, you can come up too."

After hearing this, Zeng Guangtai dared to fly onto the big boat. It turned out that he was afraid that Old Xi would attack him halfway, his martial arts were inferior to the opponent's, and he was afraid of making a fool of himself. He didn't care on the surface, but he was very cautious on the inside.

Fang Jianming didn't know any of these people, so he stopped looking at this point and walked in the direction of Leifeng Pagoda.

Soon, he came to Leifeng Pagoda.The surrounding area of ​​Leifeng Pagoda was quiet, as if there was no one there.

At this time, only the sound of the door came, and a person came up from a small room not far from the pagoda. It was the little monk.

The little novice clasped his hands together and said, "Almsgiver, please come with me, my teacher has been waiting for a long time."

Fang Jianming clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you." Following the little novice, he came to a meditation room. The old monk named Baozhu sat on a futon, opened his eyes, and said, "Almsgiver, please sit down."

After Fang Jianming sat down, the little novice brought tea, and then went out very consciously.

Fang Jianming glanced at the meditation room, and felt that there was something weird in the atmosphere tonight.Baozhu glanced at him, seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, said: "The benefactor must be wondering why the Leifeng Pagoda is so deserted tonight, and even the zhigu monk is not there."

Fang Jianming said: "I also ask the old Zen master to answer."

Baozhu sighed, and said: "It was arranged by the old monk. Tonight, there will be some troubles at Leifeng Pagoda. They don't know martial arts, so I have to let them avoid it for a while."

Fang Jianming's face changed, and he said: "Oh, who is so bold, but I have something to help you." He couldn't help but think of the group of people on the West Lake.

Baozhu said: "This matter is still settled by the old monk." The conversation changed, and said: "The old monk invited the benefactor to come here for the purpose of forming a relationship."

Fang Jianming was startled, and said, "Fate?"

Baozhu nodded and said, "I've been waiting for this day for almost 30 years."

Fang Jianming was secretly surprised and didn't speak.

Baozhu continued: "Excuse me, is the benefactor a disciple of Shaolin Temple?"

Fang Jianming said: "Don't dare to hide it, the younger generation grew up in Shaolin Temple."

Baozhu nodded and said: "That's right." After pondering for a while, she said slowly: "I once made a promise that whoever moves the giant clock away will definitely thank you."

Fang Jianming said: "Small things are nothing to worry about. The old Zen master's miraculous skills are world-class, even if there is no junior, this kind of thing can't be difficult for you to grow old, but unfortunately the junior's martial arts are low, and he failed to stop the robbers. If the old Zen master can trust the junior, the junior will surely I will help the old Zen master to return the scriptures."

Baozhu said: "The benefactor has such a heart, I am very grateful. I don't need that scripture."

Fang Jianming said: "The junior who steals the scriptures knows who it is, if..."

Baozhu said with a smile: "All of this is within my teacher's expectation, that scripture is prepared for those who steal the scriptures."

Fang Jianming was taken aback, and thought to himself: "His martial arts are already miraculous, isn't his master very good? He even has the ability to predict the future."

Seeing his puzzled look, Bao Zhu said: "This matter is a long story, if the benefactor is interested, I am willing to tell you."

Fang Jianming said: "This junior is extremely honored if the old Zen master is willing to tell you."

Baozhu said slowly: "When we talk about the cause and effect of these things, we have to start from a hundred years ago. A hundred years ago, it was the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and the old monk was still young. One day, a walking monk came to my house. He loved me and wanted to accept me as a disciple. My parents loved me very much and did not agree. Before the monk left, he passed on a set of exercises to me. A few years later, an uprising broke out and Hangzhou was affected. During the war, Unfortunately, my parents died, and I survived because of my internal strength. At this time, the monk came to Hangzhou again, found me, and rescued me. After that, I followed his old man and became his disciple.

At that time, there were rebels all over the Central Plains, and my teacher led me to wander around. Although I saved many people, I was powerless against the war.There are many capable people and strange men in the world, and most of them were involved in this war, even Zhang Sanfeng, the leader of Wudang School, was no exception. "

Hearing this, Fang Jianming's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help asking: "Zhen Zhenren also participated in the anti-Yuan struggle at that time?" He secretly wondered: "In today's world, no matter whether it is Bai Dao or Bai Dao, as long as it is about old Zhang, let him be A big devil, or a hero, should at least be honored as a real person. Judging from his tone, it seems that he doesn't think that Zhang Zhenren has any great abilities. By the way, he is also a generation of strange monks, with superb martial arts. After several generations, even if you think about it, you won’t praise Daoist Zhang too much.”

But he was wrong, Baozhu said: "The almsgiver must be doubting the old monk's words, to be honest, although the master is just a walking monk, his predecessor has a lot of history. There is a saying in Buddhism that there are thousands of incarnations. The family teacher is not only proficient in Buddhism, but also martial arts has reached the realm of doing whatever one wants. The family teacher has a very high level of seniority. Since the old man is his disciple, his seniority is by no means inferior to Zhang Sanfeng. When Zhang Sanfeng was young, his family teacher also gave him advice. I just saw that he is not a member of my Buddha, so I did not accept him as a disciple."

He was "not astonishing and endlessly dead", but Fang Jianming didn't have much expression on his face except for a burst of doubt and a little surprise.After this, Baozhu became more and more sure that this person was the "destined person" he was looking for, and said: "The concentration power of the benefactor is indeed superhuman."

Fang Jianming blushed, and said embarrassingly: "The old Zen master is too proud." He really wanted to know who Baozhu's master was, and how capable he was.

(End of this chapter)