The monk in the martial arts world

Chapter 219 Lingyin
"It's still young master, you can see clearly, our Xiangyang is thanks to the beggar gang and other righteous men in the rivers and lakes. Now the court is incompetent and treacherous officials are in power. Although Li Zong is also a good emperor, he can't hear the voices below at all, so If we go on, it will be hard to talk about changing dynasties.”

Listening to the old man's words, Huixin felt that this person was not simple, but since they met by chance, she didn't want to get to the bottom of it.

Seeing that Huixin stopped talking, the old man was not a person without eyesight, so he changed the subject casually and asked, "Little master is going to Hangzhou, is he visiting friends or going to Lingyin Temple to place an order?"

"Lingyin Temple?"

"That's right, now I heard that Li Zong, the emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, often went to Lingyin Temple to offer incense. Little master doesn't know?"

Huixin smiled wryly and shook his head and said, "The poor monk doesn't realize that there are any differences in temples in the world. No matter how big or small, what is enshrined is not the Tathagata Buddha. It is useless to distinguish the superior from the inferior. Moreover, although the Mongols also believe in Buddhism, they only regard Buddhism as political capital, which is not worth mentioning."

"That's right, it seems that the little master is not an ordinary person, can you tell me the dharma name?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk has a heart of wisdom! Watching the old man, I'm afraid he is not a simple person!"

The old man smiled and said, "We are just ordinary people, what's so simple and not so simple."

Now that Huixin saw through, the old man didn't hide anymore, he docked the boat on the shore openly, picked up the hot tea from the small stove, poured it to Huixin, touched the little boy's head, and said to Huixin, " The old man used to be in Yushitai before, but later he was tired of the intrigue in the officialdom, so he resigned and returned to his hometown. There is no need to mention the past, you can call me old man Li."

Huixin saw that he didn't want to talk, and he didn't force it. It was not easy to see the other party's conversation. She didn't expect to be a royal official for a dynasty, so she must be a person of status. She didn't expect that she even made a living by rowing a boat. Huixin felt a little embarrassed.

"It's said that the incense in Lingyin Temple is supernatural. It's not because of the blessing of being in Lin'an. Otherwise, how could it be favored by the royal family? It's the minister of power, hmph."

"Don't mention this, Uncle Li, the poor monk didn't go to Lingyin, but after what you said, the poor monk has a little interest in it, but what is going on with the child and his family, can you tell the poor monk What do you say?"

The old man Li took a cigarette pouch from somewhere, smoked a few puffs, and sighed helplessly, "Speaking of which, Li Dashan was once an old man's student, and he was kind to others on weekdays. The face of the prime minister, angry and hung up his seal, went back to Xiangyang, opened a bank, and often helped some poor refugees. This time the Mongolian raid, their family, hey."

"Father, father!"

Hearing what the old man said, the little boy finally couldn't help crying.

"The old man heard from the knights who were on their way yesterday that Xiangyang City was rescued by a monk, and the one they passed around was called Master Huixin. Could it be you?"

Huixin smiled wryly, and sighed, "It's the poor monk who met by chance, but he was forced to do so because he couldn't bear to see the city of Xiangyang destroyed, so he acted!"

"God, master again, please accept Li Yuan's respect!"

Before Huixin finished speaking, the old man actually knelt down, and even dragged the little boy to kneel down together.

"Please hurry up, old man, you are not a poor monk."

"No, those Mongols invaded the territory of our Great Song Dynasty and slaughtered the people of our Great Song Dynasty. The old man's family was also killed by those beasts."

Seeing the tearful old man Li and the sobbing little boy, Huixin felt very uncomfortable.

Between countries, there has never been such a thing as peace. There are only interests and strength. Now the Great Song Dynasty is at stake, and the foreign race will launch an offensive again at any time. Huixin can save it once, but it can't save it the second time. , solve the problem and everything will repeat itself.

"Come on, Huixin just saw injustice, not as great as the old man said. If you say that you can be called heroes, there are only Guo Jing and his wife. Although they have no official positions, they have fulfilled their responsibilities as Song people. ,The rise and fall, everyone is responsible!"

"That's right, everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. It's a pity that the imperial court didn't see this at all, and even sent some wine bags and rice bags. If it weren't for Guo Daxia, Xiangyang would not be able to keep it."

Li Yuan stood up tremblingly, and sat on the bench, with hatred and disappointment flashing in his eyes.

"Don't talk about these unhappy things, what are your plans, old man?"

"I am going to Hangzhou this time. Apart from sending Sanwa to meet his grandfather, I plan to put my life on the line to win an official position for Daxia Guo. Otherwise, the next Mongol invasion will be powerless with only those generals from the Song Dynasty. Against those tiger and wolf masters, fortunately, I still have some contacts in the court!"

Huixin shook his head and said, "No, Guo Jing is just a man from the Jianghu. Naturally, as a chivalrous man, he can gather some masters from the Jianghu. If he has the status of a general, he can no longer be as carefree as before. You must know that the Great Song Dynasty was headed by literati. If you are unpopular, don’t do so many things, otherwise once something bad happens, it will not be so easy to avoid.”

Li Yuan was taken aback, slapped his head and said, "That's not the reason, the old man almost did something bad with good intentions, thank you master for clarifying the confusion."

"Although Mongolia is strong, it is not impossible, but now it has become a climate, and its territory is ten times larger than that of the Song Dynasty. Now that the army is strong and horses are strong, it is very rare to want to come back to life."

Huixin pondered, he had been an emperor, so he naturally knew the bad government of the Song Dynasty, but he did not plan for it when he was not in his position. He could think about some things, but he couldn't say them.

For a while, both of them were silent.

The little boy knelt on the ground with a puff, and said, "Big brother, I want to be my teacher, and I want to learn martial arts from you, is that okay?"

"San baby, what are you?"

Huixin heard the words, looked at the little boy, and asked, "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"

"Defend the family and the country, punish the strong and help the weak."

Although he is only a child, his ambition is not small. Huixin shook his head and said, "The poor monk does not accept apprentices, and the poor monk has no time to teach. If you are willing, the poor monk can teach you some exercises to strengthen your body, and you don't need to be a teacher." !"

The old man next to him said, "His father used to be a famous general in the army, but he also has some martial arts inherited from his family. It's a pity for Tingzhi, hey."

"But Li Tingzhi? His name is Xiangfu, from Suizhou?"

"Yes, it's a pity that Tingzhi fought for the country all his life, but he didn't expect to be killed by the Mongols in the village while returning to his hometown to mourn for Meng Gong. It's a pity."

Old man Li let out a long sigh, and slapped the black awning wall of the cabin casually.

Huixin pondered for a long time, and finally saw the deeds of some famous generals during the founding of the Ming Dynasty, but unexpectedly, something went wrong, and Li Tingzhi died. Doesn't it mean that history has also gone wrong?
He couldn't figure out what the reason was, but since he was a famous general, Huixin planned to leave a skill for his descendants, maybe...

"Forget it, it's your fate to meet the poor monk. Now I will teach you martial arts, but you must swear that you can't use martial arts to do evil, otherwise the poor monk will definitely take it back. If you can do it, kneel down and kowtow!"

"Silly boy, hurry up and meet your mentor!"

This opportunity is reserved for predestined people, and Huixin is not a bad person, but he can understand one thing more or less, that is, his time travel will definitely bring about some changes in this world of rivers and lakes. He doesn't understand why, and he is also looking for it. It is even more certain that the child in front of him will have no lower achievements than his father in the future.

"Disciple Li Zhaolin, meet master!"

In this awning boat, the little boy Li Zhaolin respectfully kowtowed three heads to Huixin, stretched out his hands and got up to offer tea, then knelt down in front of Huixin.

"Amitabha!"

For some reason, Hui Xin stared blankly at this scene, always feeling familiar, as if he had done such a thing before, but he couldn't see the appearance of the person in his memory clearly, so Hui Xin could be sure One thing is that before he traveled to the world of the divine sculpture, something must have happened in the world of Xiaoao, but he couldn't remember the reason for it.

"master?"

Li Zhaolin said cautiously.

"It's nothing, get up and talk. Although there is no school or sect as a teacher, all the exercises you practice are all Buddhist skills. I hope you can use him to do good, not evil!"

"Yes, master, the disciple will definitely follow the agreement, if he breaks the oath, he will die badly."

(End of this chapter)