Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

Chapter 57 Leaving the Temple

When Xie Buruo and Xuzhu arrived, Huijing was nowhere to be seen.

One of them came to beat someone up, and the other came to rescue someone.

They had different goals, but both ended up empty-handed.

The two then found the bodies of four more disciples of the Bodhidharma Academy in the woods.

Xu Zhu had recited the Rebirth Mantra countless times today, and had no choice but to open his shop on the spot again.

Xie looked around and found a large monk's robe lying on the ground not far away.

There is only one person in the Shaolin Temple who can wear such large clothes.

Xie Buruo thought to himself, "Why is Huijing's clothing here? Has she been stripped naked?"

Upon closer inspection, the clothes were quite clean.

It could never have been the clothes worn by Huijing, who had rolled into the forest covered in dust earlier.

Xie Ruoyu had a thought.

Yes.

The fat monk was about to betray the temple and escape; these were the clothes from his bundle, which somehow spilled out.

Does the bald monk carry any bundle with him?

Xie Buruo, unaware of the details and unwilling to dwell on them, kicked his clothes away.

There was a scripture hidden under the clothes.

By the moonlight, I could see the words "Diamond Sutra" written on it.

"Pooh!"

"I thought it was something good!"

He was about to kick the scriptures away, his foot was already raised, but then stopped in mid-air.

Weird!

The fat monk wasn't someone who knew how to read Buddhist scriptures!

Xie Buruo bent down and picked up the book.

Upon opening it, it was just as I had expected.

Apart from the cover, this copy of the Diamond Sutra has absolutely no relation to Buddhist scriptures.

On each page of the sutra, there is a picture of a pot-bellied Maitreya Buddha, displaying various Dharma forms.

Beside it are the mantras and mental techniques, as well as Huijing's insights and experiences in practicing this skill.

Xie Buruo grew increasingly pleased with what he saw, and his anger towards Huijing subsided considerably.

After glancing at a few lines in the scripture, I quickly understood that what was recorded in the book was one of the Dharma forms of the Vajra Indestructible Body.

Advanced Shaolin martial arts techniques are usually passed down orally from master to master.

Only the warrior monks and a few abbots of the Bodhidharma Academy were qualified to study the scriptures on their own.

Huijing's skill was naturally passed down from his master.

He was just not a rule-abiding person, and his memory wasn't very good either.

After learning it that day, he secretly wrote it down on paper for future study.

This time, he decided to leave the temple and take this technique with him, intending to review it at any time in order to improve.

When Huijing fought with the four monks of the Bodhidharma Monastery, he shook open his bundle to block their view.

The monks' robes and scriptures were left behind at that time.

He was later coerced by Murong Bo into packing up the lost items from his bundle.

Huijing only wanted to go to Kunlun Mountain to catch ice silkworms; she had absolutely no desire to help Murong Bo raise insects.

While tidying up his belongings on the ground, he secretly placed the scripture under his monk's robe.

Huijing was well aware that he had a bad reputation in the temple and that the Shaolin disciples knew him very well.

If he left voluntarily, he wouldn't have left behind this martial arts manual even if he lost something else.

There is only one possible reason after careful consideration.

That means Huijing was coerced and kidnapped.

He deliberately left the scriptures behind, hoping that the Shaolin monks could trace the trail and rescue him from Murong Bo.

In Huijing's mind, Murong Bo's methods were ruthless and vicious, far more dangerous than those of Shaolin.

Unfortunately, he never expected that the person who first found the book was not a Shaolin monk, but Xie Buruo.

Xie was overjoyed upon seeing the scripture, and no longer cared whether Huijing had discarded it himself or lost it by accident.

Seeing that Xu Zhu was coming this way, he stuffed the scriptures into his robes and left the scene happily.

That evening, Shaolin Temple was bustling with activity.

Xu Zhu thought he had broken the precept against killing and went to the disciplinary hall to plead guilty and be punished.

Unexpectedly, at daybreak, I was summoned to the main hall and received praise from my teachers.

"Xuzhu, you protected the temple and saved people; you are innocent and meritorious."

"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Eliminating evildoers and protecting temples and the Dharma are also great acts of merit."

"Although Buddhist disciples do not crave empty fame, they cannot gain the respect of the masses if their merits are not rewarded. From this day forward, you are a disciple of the Prajna Hall."

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Xuan Cheng has passed on all the sword techniques and the Great Vajra Pestle of the Xiaoyao Sect to Xie Buruo.

He had been disabled for many years, and he was very gratified that his unique skills had been passed on to someone.

Seeing that Xie was exceptionally intelligent and had mastered Shaolin martial arts to a high degree, it was as if Xie himself could use his fists and feet again.

Although the two did not have the title of master and disciple, they were in fact master and disciple.

After bowing and saying goodbye, Xie suggested they continue their journey to Dali.

That night, Xuancheng, still troubled, went to bother the sweeping monk again: "What is my disciple's aptitude?"

The sweeping monk said helplessly, "It is an excellent choice for practicing Shaolin martial arts."

Xuancheng then asked, "And what about practicing the skills of the Free and Unfettered School?"

The sweeping monk replied, "He doesn't understand the Book of Changes very well, so learning the martial arts of the Free and Unfettered School will ultimately be difficult for him."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Cheng was not angry but delighted: "This old monk said long ago that my disciple has a special connection with Shaolin!"

He recalled his own experience of being attacked by his own resentment years ago and asked Xie Buruo if there were any signs.

The sweeping monk had secretly observed Xie Buruo practicing his skills, pondered for a moment, and then shook his head.

Seeing this, Xuan Cheng became even more smug: "As expected of my disciple, his Buddhist nature is profound!"

The sweeping monk sighed, "Strictly speaking, with this young man's temperament, he shouldn't be able to master Shaolin martial arts to such a seamless and unimpeded degree. Hmm? I see—"

The sweeping monk seemed to realize something, smiled slightly, ignored Xuan Cheng, and went back to sweeping.

at the same time.

Shaolin has already received the news that the Four Evils have set off for Dali.

Master Xuanbei, who was in charge of the temple's secular affairs, led the team to provide assistance.

Besides helping the Duan family of Dali, it was also to find the whereabouts of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic).

He selected several disciples of the Hui generation to accompany him, and after a moment's thought, he also named Xu Zhu.

"Xuzhu, your cultivation has improved considerably these days. Come with me to Dali to assist the Duan family and fight against the Four Evils."

Dali.

After searching for a while at the bottom of Wuliang Mountain, Xie finally found the Blessed Land of Langhuan.

What you see before you is a circular stone chamber.

Several fish swam leisurely past the window, swaying their tails.

Wu Yazi must have spent a great deal of effort building this blessed land at the bottom of the lake, and used crystal to bring the lake light into the room.

In the center of the stone chamber was a stone table with a bronze mirror standing on it, and combs, hairpins and other items scattered around.

Xie Buruo had no interest in this at all. After searching the southwest stone wall for a while, he found a hidden door.

Descending the steps and pushing open the stone door, a beautiful woman in palace attire suddenly appeared before me.

The woman held a long sword, the tip of which was pointed directly at his chest.

Upon closer inspection, it was a jade statue carved from white jade.

Xie Buruo was very familiar with the "figures" made by Wu Yazi himself.

After all, the jade statue looks almost exactly like Wang Yuyan.

The eyes of the jade statue are carved from black gemstones, and their light flows, making people look deeper and deeper.

In an instant, Xie Buruo felt as if the jade statue, with its myriad forms and graceful bearing, had suddenly come to life.

No matter where he went, that gaze remained fixed on him.

The expression in his eyes was even more unpredictable, seemingly a mixture of worry and joy, and also a sense of deep sorrow.

Xie Buruo felt his mind go blank, as if his whole being was being sucked into the jade statue.

There was a faint, strange, possessed aura about it.

He was only distracted for a moment, but he immediately took several deep breaths, and the true energy of the Yi Jin Jing circulated, instantly clearing his mind.

Xie might as well look at the jade statue again, his suspicions unresolved.

Could it be that the jade statue is imbued with some evil magic of the Xiaoyao Sect, capable of leading people astray?

Looking left and right, he found nothing amiss, and the strange vision from before vanished from his mind.

He ignored the jade statue and instead stared at the two prayer cushions, one large and one small, on the ground.

The larger one is for people to kneel and worship.

The smaller one is for people to kowtow to.

The shoes on the jade statue's feet are embroidered with characters.

The inscription on the right foot reads: "Bowing a thousand times, serving my command."

The inscription on the left foot reads: "Follow my command, even unto death."

He already knew that the small prayer mat contained a secret manual, so he reached out, picked up the mat, tore it open, and took out a silk pouch.

The silk bundle was about a foot long, with several lines of fine writing on the white silk.

"Since you have kowtowed a thousand times, you shall serve me faithfully for the rest of your life without regret."

Looking at the delicate handwriting, Xie Buruo thought to himself, "If it weren't for the Yi Jin Jing helping me control my inner demons, I'm afraid I would have kowtowed a thousand times upon seeing the jade statue and become its servant."

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