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Chapter 278 Great sound is silent, great image is invisible, I am a poor monk, I will take one step

Chapter 278 Great sound is silent, great image is invisible, I am a monk with spiritual emptiness, and I am one step ahead. (4k)

11 month 1 day.

Mount Wutai.

When the Buddha sat down, there were four great Bodhisattvas.

Among them, the temple of Manjushri Bodhisattva, who represents wisdom, is right in front of us, Mount Wutai. The other three temples are Mount Putuo, Mount Jiuhua, and Mount Emei.

The five Buddhist schools are these four major temples, plus Shaolin Temple in Songshan.

Mount Wutai, the Buddhist kingdom on earth.

It not only gave birth to Wutai University, but is also the cradle of Wuhan University.

This is because this place is the birthplace of Master Lingkong!

……

Tayuan Temple.

A white tower several dozen feet high stands among the towering mountains.

Compared to the bustling and noisy Shaolin Temple.

Mount Wutai is quiet and cold.

Apart from a few tourists, there was no martial artist around.

In the winter in the north, leaves fall endlessly.

Under the tower, an old monk was sweeping fallen leaves.

Lu Chenzhou stood quietly under the tower, observing and feeling the ancient charm.

Judging from the old monk's demeanor, he should be an ordinary person, not a martial artist.

"You are the chief of Dragon City, Mr. Lu?"

"I'm not worthy of this. You can just call me Lu Chenzhou."

Because of his chivalrous deeds during this period, Lu Chenzhou was also known as a hero among the people, which made him ashamed. With his shallow cultivation, he was not worthy of the title of a hero in the modern times when there were so many strong people. A hero was a title for a big man who saved the country and the people in the old days.

The old monk laughed and said:

"Why can't I be so unworthy? Great heroes and small heroes are all heroes. If you can punish evil and do good within your ability, you are a great hero...

A martial arts master may have high cultivation, but if he is indifferent to mortals like us, he will not be as respected as a martial artist like you in our eyes."

Lu Chenzhou nodded slightly, indicating his agreement.

God bless you, he does all these chivalrous things just to make some money.

However, a gentleman judges by deeds rather than intentions, as long as the result is good.

he asked:
"Old man, is this the place where Master Lingkong practiced in the past?"

The old monk nodded and said leisurely while sweeping the floor:
“Hundreds of years ago, Master Lingkong also swept the floor here. His original name was Li Daxiang, but he thought it sounded too ugly, so he changed his name to… Li Lingkong.

The Li family was a wealthy Shanxi merchant family. He had been familiar with the classics of the three religions since childhood. He disliked power struggles and business. After the matchmaker arranged his life together, he bid farewell to his wife on the wedding night, ran away from home, and came to Mount Wutai, hiding his identity and apprenticing to a master to learn skills.

However, Master Lingkong was only of inferior physique and limited talent, and was eventually assigned to the menial service yard by his guide. He could not be a martial monk or practice boxing.

I sweep the floor here every day, feeling frustrated and unhappy. "

Lu Chenzhou sighed:
"Root bones, or root bones..."

These two words have stumped countless heroes.

At that time, the talent selection system was imperfect, resources were very scarce, feudal dregs were prevalent, and it was extremely difficult for people of inferior physique to change their fate.

In this era, ordinary people without any good family background can also have enough food and clothing.

At that time, natural disasters and man-made disasters continued, and wars and chaos were rampant.

Not to mention, demons and ghosts hide in the dark and choose their prey.

Can the life of ordinary people be good?
The old monk sighed:
"People are born with different levels of physique and constitution.
Martial arts is still cruel. "

As your horizons broaden.

Lu Chenzhou knew that one's bones could be changed.

But how rare are natural treasures?
This path to change one's fate against all odds is destined to be exclusive to those with great luck. As for awakening the martial bone and Taoist fetus, or sudden enlightenment? It's also like winning the lottery, and it's hard to popularize.

If the martial arts were not limited by one's physique, or if the restrictions were smaller, then human civilization would surely be able to unearth a lot of frustrated and buried gold.

That is what it means when everyone is like a dragon!

Unfortunately, from ancient times to the present, no one has been able to change this iron law.

The old monk said:
"While Master Lingkong was sweeping the floor, he was not idle. As soon as he finished his work, he went to watch the martial monks practice boxing and learn from them. He was not convinced.

Why can’t I fight with my inferior physique?

At that time, Tai Chi was the most respected martial art in the world, and it gave birth to countless masters. Baji and Bagua were also well-respected. In Buddhism, the main martial arts were Arhat, Vajra, Bodhisattva, etc., supplemented by the Zen method of cultivating the mind. This was the authentic one.

Xiangxing boxing has existed since ancient times, but most of them are scattered among the people, or some small and insignificant forces. Then there is Shaolin. There are many Xiangxing boxing masters in the world, but the quality is very poor. There are only a few masters, and there has never been a grand master.

Master Lingkong started to practice Xiangxing Quan. He had poor aptitude and practiced various types of boxing. In the end, at the age of forty, he was still unable to reach the Xiantian realm.

Lu Chenzhou smiled and said:
"Master Lingkong is a typical example of a late bloomer."

The old monk sighed and said:
"It was precisely because of his late bloom that Master Lingkong's subsequent rise was as short-lived as a comet. He almost broke the sixth shackle and ended Zhang Zu's thousand-year history of one word, but he was unfortunately taken away by heaven and died with regret. What a pity, what a pity."

Lu Chenzhou also knew this history.

But he listened silently and let the old monk explain.

He felt that the old monk really needed to share these with others.

The life of sweeping the floor day after day for many years is too boring and too lonely.

The old monk said:
"At the age of forty, Lingkong left Mount Wutai. He felt that he was dull and not qualified to practice martial arts, so he decided to do something unprecedented and unparalleled. He wanted to visit the three religions, travel all over Daxia, and compile and edit the pictographic boxing techniques scattered among the people. Only in this short life could this journey be worthwhile.

He followed the path of Tianbao Taoist Xu Xiayin and began a twenty-year journey around the world, calling himself the "Foolish Monk of the Elephant". Finally, at the age of sixty, he finally compiled the "Book of All Things" that was enough to change the history of martial arts. When the book was completed, he had an epiphany and entered the realm of innateness at an unprecedented age. "

The echo of Master Lingkong’s martial arts emerged in Lu Chenzhou’s mind. The sixty-year-old martial artist was still indomitable and wanted to create a new martial art for the world. What a remarkable man!

At this point, his Qi and blood have aged, he is no longer in his prime, and he has missed the golden and silver periods. Even if he has an epiphany, it is difficult to break through the second level, let alone become a grandmaster?
The old monk said:
"Master Lingkong is indeed a man of great luck. After entering the Xiantian realm at an advanced age, he went against his usual norm and made rapid progress. He chose the Tiger Form Fist from the Book of All Things as his main attack direction. After going through many hardships, he actually became a Tiger Form Grandmaster at the age of 100."

Lu Chenzhou also sighed. Master Lingkong was indeed a fierce man. He missed the age of cultivation and entered the Dao in old age. In forty years, he went from a martial artist to a martial arts master. In that era, the difficulty of achieving such an achievement was no less than that of Master Ji becoming a master...

The old monk said:
"In the end, Lingkong chose to combine the dragon and tiger forms, which took him a hundred years to achieve the first grandmaster of the pictographic form. At this time, he was already two hundred years old."

Lu Chenzhou said:

"Double forms are difficult, and dragon-tiger double forms are even more difficult! But there is no other way. At that time, the foundation of Xiangxing single-faction martial arts was weak, far inferior to Tai Chi and other fist schools. If you want to sprint to a higher level without superimposing double forms, your chances are slim."

In fact, as far as he knew.

The Master of Four Symbols practiced all four forms because in his time it was too difficult to reach the pinnacle with a single form of martial arts. There was no other way except to stack other forms.

Even though the Blue Sky Dragon King has ascended to the pinnacle in dragon form, that's because the pictographic form has been developed through generations and has a profound foundation, and the Dragon King himself is also proficient in the three religions.

The dragon form is only a part of what the Dragon King has learned.

There are many pictographic factions, but each one lacks solid foundation. This is due to its early origins from the folk, and it is still the case today.

The old monk said:
"At this time, the Master still had two hundred years left to live. He once again sought the truth and visited the Way. He even went deep into the netherworld to look for treasures that could prolong his life. He tried every way to extend his life by several decades. He tried to use the Four Symbols Method to break through to the sixth realm of martial arts and solve Zhang Zu's problem. However, fate played tricks on him. Just before he could achieve enlightenment, his deadline arrived..."

The old monk had a complicated look and his eyes were red.

He sighed softly:
"The Master said only one sentence, and then died with regret."

Lu Chenzhou said:

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening."

Some historians have compiled the "Three Regrets of Martial Arts".

The first regret was that Zhang Tianshi took the wrong path in external elixir and entered the fifth realm, where he broke through the realm and died.

The second regret was that Zhang Zu failed to break the six shackles, but he understood the mystery with one word before his death.

The third regret is that Master Lingkong’s time was running out before he could achieve enlightenment, and he died with regret.

Heaven and earth are cruel. No matter how stunning and beautiful you are, all beings are equal in the face of death.

The old monk sighed:

“However, Lingkong’s disciple, the Four Symbols Master, proved that the Four Symbols method he used at the beginning could not only break into the Sixth Realm, but could even knock on the door to the Seventh Realm. He was right.

Today, the foundation of Xiangxing is deep, far beyond what it was before. All practitioners of major sects can break through six or seven without practicing multiple forms at the same time. This is truly a blessing for the younger generation."

After saying this, the old monk continued to sweep the floor.

Lu Chenzhou stood silently, seemingly thinking.

After a moment, he looked at the old monk and said:
"My father-in-law's research on Master Lingkong is as deep as that of historians."

The old monk smiled proudly and said:
"All these years that I have been sweeping the floor, I have been studying the Master."

"If you want to change your job, such as teaching, I can recommend you a job."

"No need, dying body, just continue sweeping the floor."

"Then you go ahead and do your work, old man. I'll go take a look inside the tower."

"Go ahead. After that, you can go to Lingjiu Temple, Longquan Temple, Foguang Temple, and the ancient sites in Nanshan of Wutai Mountain. You can go there and maybe you will gain something."

"Thank you, father-in-law." Lu Chenzhou stepped into the white tower and turned to look.

The old monk who was sweeping the floor raised his eyes and asked:
"Any thing else?"

"No."

Lu Chenzhou shook his head, turned around and disappeared.

He was made suspicious by the monk Kongwen.

I always feel that this old monk might be an illusion created by Master Lingkong.

But now it seems that the old monk is indeed an ordinary person.

Extraordinary people can also be born among the people.

……

Inside the White Tower.

Lu Chenzhou carefully comprehended the subtle Taoist connotations contained therein.

He stood at the window, looking at the old monk sweeping the floor below.

The old man was tired from sweeping, so he sat on a chair, wiped his sweat and drank some water.

Lu Chenzhou's palm gently brushed across the ancient wall.

He closed his eyes and felt with his heart.

The sound of boxing could vaguely be heard in my mind.

"coming."

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the midst of vast mountains.

Under the white tower, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and time is changing.

The old monk who was sweeping the floor has disappeared.

Instead, a young monk took his place.

Apart from his handsome features, he is ordinary in other aspects.

"Master Lingkong."

The monk swept the floor with his eyes downcast.

thump—

The bells of Mount Wutai rang.

When the bell rang, the monks gathered and began today's morning training.

Master Lingkong's face lit up with joy and he ran away.

As if Lu Chenzhou had opened a God's perspective, he relived the life of Master Lingkong that his father-in-law had just narrated, from the time he secretly learned boxing, to leaving Mount Wutai to travel, to entering the innate state at the age of sixty, to becoming a grandmaster at the age of one hundred... He experienced all of this again.

Although there are some differences between what my father-in-law said and what he said, it’s generally the same.

"It seems that the old man is indeed not Ling Kong."

The screen comes to the last scene.

The oil is running out, the lamp is dying, and the deathly aura is hanging around the Master Lingkong, who is studying the classics of Zhang Zu. Behind him, there are the spirits of the four shapes of dragon, tiger, turtle, and red bird, which seem to correspond to the four poles of the sky in the mythology of Daxia, the blue dragon, the white tiger, the red bird, and the black tortoise.

These factions are all extremely difficult. Even the brilliant and talented Four Elephants Master would choose to settle for the low-end version. Principal Wang, who is full of ambition, is only one of the three elephants. As an ancient person, his conditions in all aspects are not as good as they are now...

I can only say that he is worthy of being the ancestor of pictograms.

Lu Chenzhou, I admire you!

"If it weren't for the deadline, Master could really become a top Four Elephant Heavenly King."

He sighed inwardly.

"Hahaha, I see, that's how it is..."

Master Lingkong suddenly put down the book and started dancing.

He finally saw the scenery of the sixth realm. After the last moments of life, the white-haired and youthful face quickly withered, like the last autumn leaf before winter, bleak and desolate.

Master Lingkong did not become dejected or sigh.

Step by step, he came to the White Tower where he swept the floor when he was young.

There was no one around him.

He leaned quietly against the Buddha statue and fell into a deep sleep with a smile on his lips.

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening..."

There was anticipation in his eyes.

The Master's body disintegrated, and his spirit transformed into four phantom images, rushing into the sky.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The bell rings.

Thousands of monks from all over Mount Wutai looked up with trembling eyes.

"The ancestor... the ancestor has passed away."

"Has the Master failed again?"

"Just a little bit."

"I would trade the rest of my life for one year of someone else's life."

"I do too!"

"If the heaven has eyes, please lend me another 500 years!"

Reluctance, resentment, sadness...all kinds of emotions intertwined.

The Buddhist disciples originally thought that the Master would be the first to enter the Six Realms.

They are looking forward to the future of Mount Wutai with great anticipation.

Unfortunately, there are no gods or Buddhas in this world.

Pray to the heavens? No way.

If heaven doesn't give it to you, you can only take it away!
So the Master passed away with a peaceful mind.

Under the canopy.

An old shadow with a compassionate look looked at the monks below and said with a smile:
"The martial arts world is coming. Soon, someone will enter the sixth realm. It doesn't matter whether it is Buddhism or Taoism. The pictographic way has flourished to this day and is no weaker than other ways. However, I have spent my entire life only to tap into a small part of the pictographic potential. The future world will surely be a world where pictographic things shine!"

After saying this, the old figure suddenly looked towards the white tower.

He seemed to see Lu Chenzhou by the window.

The predecessors and successors look at each other across the misaligned time and space.

Lu Chenzhou paid great respects to the sage.

"The future prospects of the pictographic form are exactly as the ancestors said, without any error."

In today's era, pictograms are indeed strong.

Its influence is no less profound than that of Tai Chi, and transcends the differences between Buddhism and Taoism.

Master Lingkong turned around, and the four elephants followed him and flew away.

"Seeking truth and learning the truth, mastering the three religions,
Assisting the ancient Yi, Xiangli Zen,
Prolong life with magic, save all living beings,
Carry this doctrine and pass it on endlessly. "

The sound echoed between heaven and earth.

"I am Lingkong, the poor monk, and I will go ahead."

The illusion was shattered, and Lu Chenzhou's eyes turned slightly red.

The sun was setting by then.

The old monk who was sweeping the floor had just finished his work.

He raised his head and greeted:
"Master Lu, take your time and close the door when you leave... I'm leaving first."

Lu Chenzhou waved his hand and said:

"Old man, walk slowly."

In the sunset, the old figure fades away.

At this moment, dislocated time and space overlap.

Lu Chenzhou stood there in a daze, silent.

Until a voice came from the martial arts tree in my mind.