Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi
Chapter 59: Is the most regrettable word in the world "as if"
Chapter 59: Is the most regrettable word in the world "as if"
"Master, we went down the mountain without permission and made a serious mistake. Please punish us." The four sisters caught up with the young monk, immediately took off their hats, and bowed down to him.
"Since you have been diligently training in martial arts these days, I will record it on your account. If you make mistakes again in the future, I will punish you together."
Zhuang Bu Ran replied simply, and happy smiles appeared on the faces of the four sisters.
Half a day later, the group approached Mount Shaoshi.
"My Lord, the Beggars' Sect has invited all the martial artists to come here. They are planning to hold a martial arts conference to elect a leader."
Lan Jian, who was wearing a moon-white dress, said in a slightly naive tone:
"I think they are not worthy of the position of the leader of the martial arts world. Only a master with great magical powers is qualified to be the leader of the martial arts world who commands the world."
"My Lord, I don't care about the position of leader of the martial arts world." Ju Jian, who was wearing a light yellow dress, said:
"If you ask me, it would be better to plant the Life and Death Talisman on all the guys who come to Shaoshi Mountain. That way, they can become the masters of the entire martial arts world, which is definitely much more prestigious than being the leader of the martial arts world."
Zhu Jian nodded repeatedly:
"Right, right, right. Just thinking back to how the old lord treated the slaves on the Thirty-Six Islands and the Seventy-Two Islands, he forced them to be terrified yet obedient. They even trembled at the mere mention of the Life and Death Talisman, and were terrified at the mere mention of the old lord's name. How majestic!"
"Although I feel the same way, you three don't know the Lord's temperament."
Mei Jian sighed:
"The Lord hates it most when someone disturbs his peace and tranquility. His greatest hobby is to leisurely lie on the top of Piaomiao Peak and gaze at the sea of clouds."
"Mei Jian really knows what the monk is thinking." Zhuang Bu Ran said slowly.
"Then why did the Lord come down the mountain and come to Shaoshi Mountain?" Zhu Jian asked curiously.
A faint smile appeared on Zhuang Bu Ran's lips:
“Although the cause and effect of the world do not stain my mind, there are some things that, if not clarified, my thoughts will never be clear.”
The four sisters had a look of confusion on their faces, but they didn't think much about it. They were abandoned babies picked up by the old master in the snowy mountains. They grew up in Lingjiu Palace since childhood and had never left Piaomiao Peak. They didn't understand the ways of the world, nor did they know the cause and effect of good and evil.
Now the young monk beside him is the master of Lingjiu Palace on Piaomiao Peak designated by the old master, so he just needs to serve him wholeheartedly.
At the foot of Mount Shaoshi, outside a relatively conspicuous thatched house, a middle-aged woman in plain clothes kept looking at the people from the martial arts world passing by and going up the mountain, her eyes full of hope.
She suddenly saw a familiar white figure and ran over quickly. Just as she was about to bow, the young monk waved his hand:
"Follow the monk up the mountain, and you will get what you wish for."
"Okay, okay, thank you very much for your help, Master." Ye Erniang replied hurriedly and followed behind him.
"My lord, who is this?" Mei Jian asked doubtfully.
"It's just some cause and effect." Zhuang Bu Ran said meaningfully.
When the group arrived outside the Shaolin Temple, many monks in charge of reception shouted one after another when they saw this very familiar face:
"Junior Brother Xuzhu!"
"Senior Brother Xuzhu!"
One of them couldn't help but say:
"People outside are saying that you, Junior Brother, were brutally brutal against the Tianlong Temple in Dali. Is this true?"
"Brother, some of the Duan clan from Dali came to Shaoshi Mountain earlier, and the abbot asked Grandmasters Xuantong and Xuannan to lead a group of Grandmasters from the Hui generation down the mountain to look for you."
Another monk said with a sad face:
"But I never expected that my great-grandmasters Xuan Tong and Xuan Nan would be murdered by the old demon Ding from the Xingxiu Sect."
Zhuang Bu Ran clasped his hands together:
"My fellow brothers and sisters, wait for me to go in and see the abbot, and everything will be clear."
A monk in his thirties spoke:
"Junior brother, the abbot is hosting the abbots of Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai, Master Shenshan, Master Shenyin, Master Guanxin of Daxiangguo Temple in Kaifeng Prefecture, Master Daoqing of Pudu Temple in Jiangnan, Master Juexian of Donglin Temple in Lushan, Master Rongzhi of Jingying Temple in Chang'an, and Master Zheluoxing of Tianzhu."
"I have specially summoned all the monks to go to the main hall."
"It's really grand. I'll go straight to the hall." The young monk gave instructions to Mei Jian and others, asking them to wait outside first. Then Ye Erniang's expression relaxed.
Soon, inside the main hall.
The head monk of the Discipline Hall, Xuan Ji, said in a clear voice:
"Seven years ago, the eminent monk from India, Brother Polo Star, visited our temple. All the monks, from the abbot down, were delighted and received him with great respect. Although he claimed to have come to the East to seek Buddhist scriptures, he would actually sneak into the secret chamber of the Sutra Library late at night every night to secretly read the martial arts manuals stored in our temple."
"Then the abbot advised Brother Poloxing that these martial arts manuals were compiled by generations of eminent monks in this temple, that they were not from India, and had nothing to do with Buddhism. He said that the manuals he had previously read could be forgotten, but he was asked not to peek at them in the future." "Brother Poloxing agreed immediately and apologized profusely. Some time later, he feigned illness, secretly dug a tunnel, and then went to the Sutra Library to steal martial arts manuals."
"By the time I discovered it, I had already mastered the three most advanced skills of this temple."
He said this and looked at the short-statured Shenshan Shangren:
"My Shaolin martial arts may seem ordinary in the eyes of the martial arts world, but the rule of our ancestors is that it cannot be passed on to anyone other than our own disciples. And the rule, or even the biggest taboo, that has been passed down through the ages in the martial arts world is to steal martial arts from other sects."
"How can we let Senior Brother Polo Star leave this temple?"
"This is just one side of the story from your Shaolin Temple. The Indian monk has been detained for seven years, and that is the truth."
The Hermit of the Divine Mountain looked at the tall, high-nosed, blue-eyed, curly-haired Hu monk beside him and said,
"I heard from Senior Brother Zheluo Xing that he was far away in Tianzhu and had no news from me. He even sent two disciples to meet with me, but you refused to allow them to meet with Senior Brother Polo Xing."
"The master is over seventy years old, but his voice is still exceptionally resonant. He truly is in good health, and I envy him immensely."
A young monk strode into the hall:
"No wonder they are so famous in the martial arts world. They are known as the Arhats who subdue dragons and subdue tigers, along with our abbot Xuanci. If Qingliang Temple weren't smaller, its status in the martial arts world would be far inferior to Shaolin."
"With the master's reputation, he will surely be able to dominate the martial arts world."
He suddenly acted as if he had realized something:
"I almost forgot that Master has been fascinated by Shaolin for sixty years. I came here to seek ordination, but was turned away at the mountain gate."
"Isn't the most regrettable word in the world "as if it had been so long ago"?
Zhuang Bu Ran sighed:
"If he had not been rejected at the beginning, the position of Shaolin Abbot would have been in his pocket."
"And the most hateful word in the world is probably 'just one step away.' If I become the abbot of Shaolin, my fame will never stop at its peak. I will definitely be able to dominate the martial arts world."
"Master, I feel really sorry for you!"
After these words were spoken, many of the nearly one thousand monks in the hall thought to themselves:
"As expected of him, his mouth is still so sharp."
The reputation of a young monk as a little wizard in the past was not just based on his looks and the compliments from many pilgrims.
That sharp tongue that made people feel helpless and uncomfortable played a huge role. Not only did the person who said it feel uncomfortable, but he also felt a blockage in his chest due to anger.
"Hahaha, what a clever little monk."
The hermit on the sacred mountain laughed heartily, so loudly that the tiles on the roof shook, and even the big bell in the temple began to hum for a long time.
"The title of Grand Master is probably just a facade."
The young monk stood firmly in his place:
"By acting like this, aren't you trying to use your power to overpower others?"
The Hermit of Shenshan was straightforward:
"If someone had secretly read our temple's 'Subduing Tiger Fist,' 'Fifty-One Sword Moves to Subdue Demons,' 'Heart, Will, and Qi, Mixed Yuan Gong,' and 'Universal Gate Staff Technique,' we would never have made such a fuss and locked them up forever. That's simply outrageous."
He paused, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice:
"Martial arts proficiency depends entirely on one's own cultivation. Fist and sword manuals and the like are of secondary importance. If a hero were to come to Qingliang Temple and steal our Fist and Sword Manuals, I would have nothing to say except to admit my own incompetence."
"Very good. I like your generous nature."
Zhuang Bu Ran clapped his hands and laughed, his aura was powerful, and an inexplicable divine power lingered around him. The people on the sacred mountain felt that the turbid waves in front of them were surging, as if they were going to swallow him up.
He hurriedly attacked with the long staff in his hand, but saw that his staff technique was full of internal power, soft on the outside and hard on the inside, giving people a mysterious feeling that was unavoidable.
The eminent monks around couldn't help but shout, trying to stop him, but the Hermit on the Divine Mountain seemed unaware of it. After performing a set of palm techniques, he used his staff as a sword and performed a set of sword techniques.
At this time, a Shaolin monk of the Xuan generation and Master Shenyin, the junior brother of Master Shenshan, wanted to step forward to stop it.
However, they did not expect that there was an indestructible and fearless force circulating around the person on the sacred mountain, making it impossible for anyone to get close to him.
Suddenly, everyone looked at the young monk with a lazy smile in disbelief.
(End of this chapter)
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