The world begins with refining skills

Chapter 184 Master, You Are Obsessed (asking for monthly votes)
"Someone."

“They are officers and soldiers.”

The sudden appearance of hundreds of armored soldiers in front of him made Master Jueyuan slow down his pace, and finally he stopped not far from the Dragon Elephant Guard carrying Zhang Junbao.

"Master, it's the person who stole the scriptures!"

Zhang Junbao, who was held in the hands of Master Jueyuan, first looked at the Dragon Elephant Guard curiously, then looked around and soon found Xiaoxiangzi who was thrown casually on the ground.

Master Jueyuan also saw Xiaoxiangzi on the ground at the reminder of Zhang Junbao, and he also discovered that Xiaoxiangzi was dead.

"Amitabha!"

Master Jueyuan put Zhang Junbao down, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name towards Xiaoxiangzi, then he looked at Mu Qingjin and others.

"Amitabha, hello to all donors. I am Jueyuan, and this is my disciple Zhang Junbao." Master Jueyuan pointed at Xiaoxiangzi's body and said:
"This donor stole the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra that Bodhidharma brought from India from my disciple. I hope you can help me and my disciple get the sutra back."

"The old monk is not honest. He only talks about the Lankavatara Sutra. Why doesn't he talk about the Nine Yang Manual hidden in the scriptures!" Before Mu Qingjin could speak, Ma Guangzuo's loud voice rang out.

Listening to Ma Guangzuo's questioning, Mu Qingjin was not in a hurry to speak. He looked at Master Jueyuan with interest, curious about how he would answer.

"Amitabha, this donor"

Master Jueyuan did not feel at all that his secret thoughts had been exposed. After all, in his opinion, the Nine Yang Manual was far less important than the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra. He explained seriously:
"The methods of strengthening the body and cleansing the marrow recorded in the Nine Yang Manual are only to teach people to maintain their bodies with color and appearance."

"Although it was written by Bodhidharma, it is only superficial and minor. However, the Lankavatara Sutra is a great Buddhist classic, full of wise sayings from the forefathers, and must not be lost."

"I hope that all donors will return the scriptures to my master and me."

Master Jueyuan said this and bowed to everyone again.

“That’s right, old monk,” Ma Guangzuo wanted to retort, but looking at the master’s expression he felt that he didn’t seem to be quibbling.

Ma Guangzuo, who was unable to come out, looked to Mu Qingjin for help.

"Uncle Ma, this Master Jueyuan has a deep understanding of the Buddha nature and has penetrated the way of color and appearance."

"As the saying goes, form is emptiness and emptiness is form. The secret manuals of divine skills that we value are no different from roadside dung stones in the eyes of Master Jueyuan."

"Amitabha!" Master Jueyuan chanted the Buddha's name.

"It is a miraculous skill in our eyes, but it is nothing in the eyes of the Grand Commander," Ma Guangzuo muttered in a low voice, but what he thought was a low voice was already very loud for ordinary people.

Mu Qingjin glanced at Ma Guangzuo helplessly. She had long been accustomed to this situation.

Then he said to Master Jueyuan: "But I have a question that I would like to ask you."

"Please speak frankly, benefactor."

Mu Qingjin stepped forward with his hands behind his back:
"Since the master regards the Nine Yang Manual, which is regarded as a treasure by the world, as rubble, he still goes to great lengths to pursue Xiaoxiangzi and wants to take back these volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra."

"Master Jueyuan, why do you underestimate Jiuyang and emphasize Lankavatara?"

Mu Qingjin's words startled Master Jueyuan, and he blurted out:

"Donor, these volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra are the originals that Bodhidharma brought from India."

"Oh? The Nine Yang Manual that cultivates the Way of Appearance is a form of appearance, then the Lankavatara Sutra brought by Bodhidharma is not a form of appearance?"

Mu Qingjin paused here and looked at Master Jueyuan in confusion.

".", Master Jueyuan suddenly fell silent.

His face, which had been calm until now, finally changed and his brows couldn't help but frown.

He wanted to say that the Lankavatara Sutra was a collection of Buddhist quotations and wise sayings, but if that was all, why would he bother to pursue it?
As a famous Buddhist scripture, the Lankavatara Sutra has several different translations, which is not a rare thing.

The reason why I went out to look for Xiaoxiangzi was because it was brought by Bodhidharma and I consider it precious, right?
If that is the case, then isn't his treatment of Bodhidharma's original Lankavatara Sutra as a precious item the same as the way martial artists regard the Nine Yang Manual as a secret manual of magical skills?
"Master, you are obsessed!" Mu Qingjin said calmly.

Her words were like the morning bell and evening drum, awakening Master Jueyuan from his self-doubt.

"Amitabha!" Master Jueyuan bowed to Mu Qingjin.

"Thank you for your guidance, benefactor. I have practiced Buddhism for many years, but I still cannot comprehend the truth of form and emptiness. I am deeply trapped in it without knowing it."

"Amitabha!"

"Master, do you still want to take back these four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra?" Mu Qingjin asked with a smile.

Master Jueyuan shook his head and said: "Master Bodhidharma brought this sutra to teach the truth to the world. My obsession with the sutra itself has already violated the thoughts of the ancient sages."

"I have been enlightened by the donor today. How dare I fall into the five colors again and ruin my own cultivation?"

"Ah?" Zhang Junbao couldn't help but say after hearing what his master said, "Master, if the scriptures can't be found, the temple will definitely hold us accountable."

"The teachings of the ancestors are empty, and the punishments are also empty. There is no need to worry about them."

"How can the punishment be empty? It's not empty at all, it's all real," Zhang Junbao muttered in a low voice. He didn't want to be punished.

But now that things have come to this, there is nothing he can do but accept this fact.

Mu Qingjin looked at Zhang Junbao and smiled, then she stretched out her hand towards Ma Guangzuo, and four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra fell into her hands.

Then he leaned down and said to Zhang Junbao: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, follow your master and practice well!"

Mu Qingjin slapped the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra into Zhang Junbao's arms, waved his hand, and led hundreds of Dragon Elephant Guards towards Shaolin Temple.

The armored and sharp-armored Dragon Elephant Guards marched forward in unison, their armor making clanging sounds as they walked.

"Huh?" Zhang Junbao exclaimed in surprise as he looked at the Lankavatara Sutra that he had lost and found again.

After deftly putting away several volumes of scriptures, Zhang Junbao looked up in the direction where Mu Qingjin left.

The white robe looked particularly dazzling when surrounded by the Dragon Elephant Guards who were all wearing leather armor.

The noise of hundreds of Dragon Elephant Guards approaching aggressively soon attracted the attention of the Shaolin monks.

The monks who were welcoming the guests knew that the visitor had ill intentions when they saw the Dragon Elephant Guards' undisguised attitude.

A monk ran hurriedly to report the news, and the other monks who were there to welcome guests came forward and said.

"Stop, you are not allowed to bring weapons in front of the Buddha Temple."

Bang! Bang! Snap!
Mu Qingjin didn't say anything and continued walking forward. The two Dragon Elephant Guards behind him quickly stepped forward.

The movements were quick and decisive, and in just a few strokes the Welcoming Pine was knocked to the ground.

"Advance slowly. If there is resistance, don't hold back." Mu Qingjin strode into the Shaolin Temple and ordered the Dragon Elephant Guards.

Following her order, hundreds of Dragon Elephant Guards spread out in all directions, five of them formed a small formation, and five formations formed a large formation.

The formations were not far apart, and they covered each other and cooperated to advance towards the Shaolin Temple.

"Someone is coming!"

"Oh no! Soldiers are calling."

"There's an invasion!"

"Quickly notify the abbot."

"Ring the bell for warning!"

As the Dragon Elephant Guards advanced, the entire Shaolin Temple became panicked, and soon a series of urgent bells rang out. "Brother Abbot, the government officials have come to our door." Zen Master Wuxiang hurried over and reported to Abbot Tianming.

"I heard it. Summon all the monks immediately and follow me to meet the Zhenwu Division."

Abbot Tianming said with a serious face, then strode out, followed closely by Zen Master Wuxiang.

When the two arrived outside the main hall of Shaolin Temple, Monk Wu Se had already gathered here with a group of Shaolin monks.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Several Shaolin monks were thrown out and fell in front of Abbot Tianming and others, and then the elite Dragon Elephant Guards poured in like a tide.

They set up their battle formation in front of the temple and confronted the Shaolin monks.

Abbot Tianming looked at the Dragon Elephant Guards who were full of murderous intent and took a step forward with a serious expression.

"Ma Guangzuo, the court is treating our Shaolin Temple like this, is it trying to destroy Buddhism?"

Abbot Tianming started by making an accusation. One should know that Buddhism has a wide range of followers, especially in the several prefectures around Mount Song, which are the main sphere of influence of Shaolin Temple.

Now Daqian has just recovered the lost territory and has not yet completely controlled the local area. If news of the destruction of Buddhism spreads at this time, I am afraid there will be another round of twists and turns.

Of course, Abbot Tianming’s original intention was not to confront the imperial court head-on, but to gain more benefits for subsequent negotiations.

It’s a pity that Mu Qingjin didn’t come here to negotiate.

"Abbot Tianming is worthy of being the head of a temple. He is very skilled in using the lotus blossoming skill."

Mu Qingjin said loudly: "The imperial court sent troops here today not to destroy Buddhism, but to promote Buddhism."

"Before the Buddha Shakyamuni entered Nirvana, the demon king Mara told him that at the end of the Dharma, my disciples would sneak into your temples, wear your robes, destroy your Dharma, misinterpret your scriptures, and break your precepts."

"Shaolin Temple is supposed to be a Buddhist Pure Land, but it has been amassing wealth and annexing the people's land"

Mu Qingjin pointed at the magnificent palaces of Shaolin Temple and continued, "Look at these magnificent Buddha statues and palaces. I wonder how much of the people's money they cost."

"Aren't you the demon sons and grandsons that Bo Xun mentioned?"

"Only after you demons are wiped out can Buddhism flourish!"

“Let’s do it!” Mu Qingjin raised his hand and waved it. Hundreds of Dragon Elephant Guards quickly pressed towards the Shaolin monks.

"Wait, there must be a misunderstanding here. Let's talk it out nicely, let's talk it out nicely!" Abbot Tianming was anxious. It didn't seem like the court wanted to talk?
"Form the Arhat formation!" Monk Wu Se gave the order loudly upon seeing this.

The Shaolin Temple's monks immediately took action and quickly formed a large formation to deal with the approaching Dragon Elephant Guards.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

With three shouts of killing, the Dragon Elephant Guard's army and the Shaolin Temple's Arhat formation began a head-on confrontation.

The Dragon Elephant Guard's formation was like a giant beast in iron armor, while the Shaolin Temple's Arhat formation was like a group of hyenas working in perfect harmony.

If it were on the wild grassland, even the most ferocious beast would die in hatred under the endless pulling tactics of the hyena, which is flexible and persistent.

But unfortunately, the Dragon Elephant Guards are not ordinary beasts, but armored dragon elephants with fangs and sharp claws.

With indestructible armor and powerful unforged swords, the Arhat formation of Shaolin Temple was defeated and the monks fell down like grass being cut.

"Brother Abbot, this is not a solution!" Monk Wu Se said anxiously as he watched his disciples falling down one after another.

"That woman in white should be a high-ranking official. Junior Brother Wu Se, go and tie up Ma Guang Zuo, and Junior Brother Wu Xiang, you and I will go and capture this woman. Only then will our Shaolin have a chance of survival."

After giving up the idea of negotiation, Abbot Tianming made a quick decision.

With every breath that passed, several Shaolin Temple disciples fell under the swords of the Dragon Elephant Guards. The three did not dare to delay and quickly rushed towards Mu Qingjin and Ma Guangzuo.

"Ma Guangzuo, give me your life!" Monk Wu Se shouted and pounced forward.

"The bald thief is so arrogant!" Ma Guangzuo roared and rushed forward.

At the same time, Abbot Tianming and Zen Master Wuxiang also surrounded Mu Qingjin.

"A dying struggle!" Mu Qingjin sneered.

As Mu Sheng's beloved daughter, she has often been cleansed by Mu Sheng's innate Qi since she was born, and her qualifications and talents are unparalleled in ancient and modern times.

The martial arts she practiced were also created specifically for her by Mu Sheng, and all kinds of resources and secret manuals of magical skills were also supplied in unlimited quantities.

There were also several top masters at the time who helped her accumulate combat experience.

Whether it is the cultivation of internal strength or martial arts, they have reached the top level in the world.

Abbot Tianming and Zen Master Wuxiang are already masters at the top of the pyramid in the martial arts world, but they are still not good enough in front of Mu Qingjin.

So nothing is better than having a good father, and nothing is better than being born into a good family.

"The Great Merciful Palm!"

"Thousand Leaf Arhat Hand!"

Abbot Tianming and Zen Master Wuxiang attacked Mu Qingjin from the left and right and from above and below.

He attacked ruthlessly, without any mercy as a monk, and was obviously upset by the casualties among the Shaolin monks.

"Broken Jade Hand!"

Mu Qingjin gathered his internal energy and concentrated it into his palms.

Those already flawless white hands soon became as crystal clear as jade, emitting a chilling aura.

boom!boom!
The moment the two sides fought, Abbot Tianming and Zen Master Wuxiang felt something was wrong.

Not only were the attacks of the two easily blocked by Mu Qingjin, but a piercing chill came from those hands, which were as delicate as broken jade.

It penetrated into the bodies of the two men along their palms' meridians, and the movements of Abbot Tianming and Zen Master Wuxiang instantly slowed down.

At this time, Mu Qingjin turned from defense to offense. Her two jade hands avoided the two men's defenses from a strange angle and hit the vital points of Abbot Tianming and Master Wuxiang.

puff~
puff~
The two were hit hard instantly, the blood they spat out turned into ice chips before it even hit the ground, and their bodies trembled and flew out.

When they fell to the ground, the eyebrows and beards of Abbot Tianming and Zen Master Wuxiang were covered with frost.

"It's over, it's over, Shaolin Temple will be destroyed in my hands."

Abbot Tianming felt extremely regretful. Why had he been so foolish at that time and thought he could negotiate terms with the court?

On the other side, the colorless monk saw the fate of his two brothers and quickly fell under Ma Guangzuo's copper stick.

The Shaolin Temple's Arhat formation did not hold out for long and was soon defeated, with some dying and some surrendering.

When Zhang Junbao and his master Master Jueyuan returned to Shaolin Temple, this was the scene they saw.

The once solemn and dignified Shaolin Temple is now filled with blood and corpses.

The Dragon Elephant Guards were cleaning up the corpses around them.

In the very center, a woman in white was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed.

(End of this chapter)