The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 119
The death of King Ruyang caused a great impact.

He is not only a great nobleman of the Yuan court, but also in charge of the world's soldiers and horses. He uses soldiers like a god and is extremely powerful.

As soon as he died, the Yuan court immediately fell into a struggle for power. However, such a thing as military power does not mean that you can have it just by sitting in that position. It also depends on whether the soldiers under you are willing to accept it.

In the Yuan court, several great nobles intend to get their hands on this position, but their prestige in the army is not high enough. Not to mention that they are difficult to subdue each other, even soldiers in the army are unwilling to listen to their commands.

And taking advantage of this power transfer gap, the rebel armies from all over the country are in full swing, quickly sweeping across the provinces and government offices in the north. For a while, the Yuan court is in danger, but there is no one who can command those arrogant soldiers in the center. The situation of the rebel army is very good!
All of this, Li Li also had a deep understanding.

In order to avoid Yuan Ting sending people to chase him again, he disguised himself, took off his blue shirt, changed into a cocoon silk robe, glued a small fake beard on his upper lip, and wrapped his long sword in cloth. A big change, from a heroic young man to a middle-aged businessman who travels the world.

He didn't ride on horseback anymore, his mental exhaustion was serious, and he needed to rest slowly for such an injury.

So he really bought some goods, boarded a big ship, and went down the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal, heading straight for Hubei.

This is the practice of many businessmen. Water transportation saves costs, and the journey is faster and less laborious.

It's just that in the last years of the dynasty, wars broke out everywhere, and merchants were inevitably made things difficult. Their ship was stopped every now and then, but tax cards were set up in various places, and they had to pay taxes when they passed.

Only five days after being on the ship, the tax he paid was already more expensive than the original price of the goods. If he was really a businessman, he would probably have gone bankrupt, which shows that the survival of the people in this era is not easy.

Fortunately, he has a lot of money on him. Those tax cards are only for money, and they can be passed safely after paying the money. Therefore, during the five days, nothing happened, and he was allowed to raise quietly. After five days of injury, the painful feeling in my head gradually improved, and it was estimated that in another seven or eight days, I would be able to recover as before.

It was early winter and the weather was getting colder.

Mo Li walked out of the room, planning to go to the deck to take a breath before going to have lunch.

The sun is very good today, the big ship is going down the river, and the speed is not fast, so there are many people on the deck enjoying the bright sunshine.

Mo Li took a deep breath, boarded the boat and looked into the distance, and saw everything on both sides of the canal withered, the vegetation was bleak, and there was a sense of chilling, and there was a bustling city looming in the distance.

"Excuse me, brother, where is the front?"

Li Li asked the sailor beside him who was also basking in the sun on the deck.

"That big city you said? That's Luoyang."

The sailor said with a smile: "Luoyang is one of the few bustling cities in the world. Although it is not comparable to most cities, it is also very rich. I guess we will arrive at Luoyang Wharf in half an hour. Then we will spend half a day to buy supplies. Guests can Have a nice stroll."

When several people on the deck heard Luoyang, their expressions changed.

An eleven or twelve-year-old boy said excitedly: "Luoyang is not far from Songshan Shaolin Temple. It is said that there are many Shaolin lay disciples settled in the city, and they set up martial arts guards. Those who perform well can be sent to Shaolin to learn art!"

This looks like a young man yearning for the rivers and lakes!
Mo Li was amused, and the sailor joked: "Shaolin Temple is the holy place of martial arts in the world, if you worship there, brother, and learn martial arts, you may be able to cross the rivers and lakes like that famous sword god!"

The boy nodded excitedly, and looked longingly at his father beside him.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard and a long knife in his hand. He had a fierce look on his face, but he looked at his beloved son with gentle eyes. He said: "When I get back to Kaifeng, my father will take you to Shaolin Temple to have a try. See If there is no predestined relationship, be a lay disciple."

Lay disciples are already very rare. Shaolin has been passed down for thousands of years. If you want to be ordained into the temple and become a true disciple, you must not only have a clean family background, but also have extraordinary aptitude, otherwise, the great monks in the temple will not even take a look.

Just like this, how many martial arts disciples can't get in after fighting for their heads.

In this world, the temptation of martial arts is better than money and beauties!

"Bah, thanks to Shaolin!"

The burly and strong man on the side said angrily: "Those monks eat people and don't spit out their bones. They are not much better than Tartars. What a shitty martial arts holy land!"

"This brother, be careful."

The bearded man frowned and said, "The eminent monks in Shaolin are all highly respected seniors in the world, and Shaolin Temple is a sacred place for martial arts. Brothers, be careful not to cause trouble."

The sturdy man sneered, and said, "I'm telling the truth, what are you afraid of those bald donkeys?!"

He looked at the crowd and said loudly: "The group of stinky monks don't do production. The tens of thousands of hectares of fertile land near Songshan Mountain belong to them. The tenants below are forced to sell their sons and daughters by them. Life is worse than death, but those big monks are all eaten. Many of them have beautiful wives and beautiful concubines, they are highly respected, holy places of martial arts, bah!"

This person was a little agitated, as if he had witnessed many evil things in Shaolin, and everyone was stunned when they heard the words. Is this Shaolin's thousand-year inheritance really like this?

The boy's face turned red, and he retorted loudly: "You are talking nonsense, how could Shaolin Temple be like this!"

"How can it be impossible, baby, you have never been to Shaolin, it's all just hearsay." The big man said angrily.

The little doll was unable to refute for a moment, and the deck suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Mo Li looked at the burly man, thoughtful.

Not long after, the big ship was getting closer and closer to the Luoyang wharf. At this moment, on the surface of the river, a flat boat suddenly floated towards the big ship.

There was only one person on board, no, it should be said that there was only one monk.

The monk was dressed in a light yellow monk's robe. He looked about forty years old, with handsome features and a resolute face. He stood at the bow of the boat, and the boat moved without wind. It just stopped in front of the big boat and was constantly approaching.

"Yo, get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The sailors on the boat shouted loudly that the boat was going to turn around, and according to this trend, it would definitely hit the small boat, and the monk would inevitably suffer some hardships.

came to see me? !Could it be that my whereabouts have been leaked?

Mo Li thumped in his heart, he is not well yet, if a few more old monks like that come to convert him with spiritual and mysterious methods, he may not be able to escape smoothly!

While he was thinking, the faces of several people present changed. The father and son looked excited, while the strong and strong man's complexion turned black.

"It's Yuan Miao! Father, it's Master Yuan Miao!" the young man said excitedly.

The bearded man also smiled and said, "It's Master Yuan Miao, Jing Er, your destiny has arrived."

Wonderful?

Li Li frowned, not impressed.

"It turned out to be Master Yuanmiao!"

The sailor on the side also recognized the monk's identity, looked at Li Li's confusion, and immediately explained in a low voice: "Mr. Mo, this Master Yuanmiao is the first disciple of Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple. His martial arts are extremely high and he is well-known in Zhongzhou. Have a great reputation."

Abbot Kongwen's disciple turned out to be from Shaolin Temple!

Mo Xin breathed a sigh of relief.

However, it seems that I still haven't heard...

(End of this chapter)