Transcending Heavens: Starting with the Ancient Tomb Sect

Chapter 126 Shaolin! Shaolin!

Mount Song, Shaolin Temple.

At this ancient temple, many high-ranking officials and nobles are currently offering incense.

There are many people who come to pray to Buddha and worship Bodhisattvas. They range from high-ranking Mongolian nobles, Semu people, Han people and former Jurchen nobles, to ordinary people. They can all pray to Buddha at Mount Song.

All things considered, Shaolin Temple is a very popular place of worship.

It just doesn't seem to match its past status as one of the holy sites of martial arts.

Just as the surrounding area was bustling with activity, a carrier pigeon flew into the back mountain.

"Amitabha!"

A monk chanted Buddhist mantras, reached out and took the pigeon that flew over, removed the bamboo tube from the pigeon's leg, fed the pigeon some specially prepared food, and then released the pigeon back into the air.

The monk opened the bamboo tube and took out a crumpled letter. As soon as he opened it, he couldn't help but gasp, his expression becoming extremely serious.

"—Well, this is something I cannot handle."

"We must report back to the Chief!"

The monk rolled up the letter again, immediately turned and ran towards the distant temple, using his light-footed skills all the way. Soon, he arrived at the Arhat Hall amidst the respectful greetings of the other monks.

"This disciple greets the Head Master!"

After receiving the approval of the other disciples of the Arhat Hall, the young monk entered the main hall and met the current head monk of the Arhat Hall, Zen Master Wuse. He respectfully bowed, then handed over the letter in his hand, saying, "The martial arts world in the Central Plains has changed due to the events of the Southern Song Dynasty."

"----Um?"

The Zen Master Wuse suddenly opened his slightly narrowed eyes, reached out and took the letter from the young monk. After gesturing for the monk to leave, he opened it and began to read it carefully.

"The Ancient Tomb Sect —"

"Li Mochou, the Red-Leg Fairy!"

The colorless Zen master muttered the name highlighted on the letter. The deeds of the Red Serpent Fairy, who was known as the number one demon in the martial arts world of the Southern Song Dynasty, had already been spread to Shaolin Temple.

Although Shaolin Temple hasn't made any significant moves at the moment, it doesn't mean they aren't paying attention to world affairs. In many places, they still have spies among the former lay disciples of Shaolin Temple who had been living elsewhere.

The fact that the opponent single-handedly defeated and killed a thousand cavalrymen at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain was enough to send chills down the spines of even the Shaolin Temple.

The Shaolin Temple, located in the Mongol-controlled area, was all too aware of the power of cavalry; before, it was the Jurchens, and now it was the Mongols.

A thousand Mongol cavalrymen was no small number, yet they were all wiped out by a single woman.

In a sense, regardless of the means used, facing the enemy head-on is nothing short of a myth.

When a demon like this comes to our door, no matter which sect we belong to, we must deal with him with our whole heart.

In particular, when Zen Master Wuse saw the description on the letter, it seemed that the people from the ancient tomb were heading towards their Mount Song.

The Zen Master Wuse, the head of the Arhat Hall, was already dumbfounded. What did this woman's visit to the mountain mean?

Even though Master Wuse was a chivalrous outlaw in his youth with rich experience in the martial arts world, he later joined Shaolin Temple to study Buddhist principles and martial arts, eventually becoming the head of the Arhat Hall. It is precisely because of this early experience that Shaolin Temple's external affairs are now almost entirely managed by Master Wuse.

Upon seeing the letter and anticipating the impending scenario for Shaolin Temple, even Zen Master Wuse felt a chill run down his spine.

This is not something that he, as the head of the Arhat Hall, can handle.

Thinking of this, Zen Master Wuse immediately summoned his disciple and instructed, "Go and inform Zen Master Wuxiang, the head of the Dharma Hall—well, let's leave it at that for now."

He originally thought of informing the abbot as well, but after thinking about it, Zen Master Wuse decided that if he still couldn't make a decision after talking with Zen Master Wuxiang, they would go to see the abbot together.

soon.

The head monk of the Dharma Hall, Master Wuxiang, also came to the Arhat Hall. As soon as he stepped into the hall, he saw Master Wuse's face, which was almost scrunched up, and he was truly frowning.

"Junior Brother Wuse, what are you doing—"

When Zen Master Wuxiang saw Zen Master Wuse's appearance, he almost broke his vow and laughed out loud. After barely managing to hold back, he chanted "Amitabha" before stepping forward to ask questions.

The colorless Zen master did not speak, but simply handed the letter in his hand to the other party.

Master Wuse knew his fellow disciple, Master Wuxiang, very well.

Although the other party was clever and intelligent, he was also ruthless, treacherous and cunning. In order to become the head of the Dharma Hall, he forced his junior brother Jueyuan to become the manager of the scriptures in the Sutra Repository.

The reason why Zen Master Wuse was able to become the head of the Arhat Hall was largely due to his past experiences, but that was the highest he could ever reach.

Because Zen Master Wuse was not from Shaolin Temple and was not a direct descendant.

Therefore, if the Ancient Tomb Sect's impending arrival is not communicated to them, Master Wuxiang will definitely cause a scene.

--Um?

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After reading the contents of the letter, Zen Master Wuxiang's thick eyebrows shot up, and he exclaimed, "Absurd!"

If she truly came to pay homage to Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, she certainly wouldn't be like those high-ranking officials and nobles who only worship the Bodhisattva in the main hall for pilgrims, especially since she was just a Taoist nun.

Master Wuxiang was contemplating how to use the Shaolin Grand Formation to suppress the demon if a conflict were to break out—when he saw the contents recorded below, his previous thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

"Is the content on the back of this true?" Zen Master Wuxiang asked, pointing to the contents on the back of the letter.

"The rumors circulating among lay disciples within the Southern Song Dynasty, the messages coming from within the Quanzhen Sect, and the recent fluctuations that my senior brother should have learned about among the Mongol leadership are all related to this matter."

The Zen Master Wuse gave the most definitive answer to the matter in the simplest of words.

Not only did he wipe out an entire family, but it's also true that he single-handedly slaughtered a thousand Mongol cavalrymen.

Even the Five Masters were helpless.

Zen Master Wuse shook his head again.

Zen Master Wuxiang knew his junior brother Wuse's character very well; his junior brother would never stoop to telling lies.

Let's look at the adjectives here: unparalleled lightness skill, unparalleled poison attack (after defeating a thousand enemies single-handedly, his mastery of poison surpassed even Ouyang Feng, the Western Poison), fearless in group battles, ruthless and bloodthirsty, with no bottom line —

My Shaolin Temple is small and insignificant compared to the Quanzhen Sect, which is large and powerful. We cannot withstand such turmoil from them.

"Amitabha!"

"It was my senior brother who broke the precept against anger just now!"

This almost mythical performance left Zen Master Wuxiang with no energy left; the anger that had surged on his face quickly subsided. After a moment of careful consideration, Zen Master Wuxiang said, "A guest from afar is a guest indeed!"

"As a centuries-old temple, Shaolin Temple should naturally represent Mount Song and do its best to be a good host."

Seeing his senior brother Wuxiang's stance, Zen Master Wuse continued, "But senior brother, the Crimson Serpent Fairy and the rest of the Ancient Tomb Sect members are all women!"

Bringing a woman into the main hall in the back mountain is not a proper thing to do.

Amitabha Buddha~~~

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Wuxiang shook his head, displaying the demeanor of an enlightened monk, and pointed out, "Junior brother, you have karmic obstacles and have developed a discriminating mind."

"Before the Buddha, all beings are equal; why should there be a distinction between men and women?"

Zen Master Wuse: "————"

Fortunately, he had honed his shrewdness during his life as a bandit. Upon hearing this, he respectfully bowed to his senior brother Wuxiang, put his hands together, and said, "Senior brother, you are very virtuous. I have learned a lot from you."

So, here's the question.

Who should be responsible for this?

Without hesitation, Zen Master Wuse asked the question.

"Hmm~"

Zen Master Wuxiang hesitated for a moment, then decided on the person and arrangements, saying, "Let my junior brother Jueyuan receive them then."

"They can copy scriptures to cleanse themselves of evil spirits."

Surely it couldn't be that the women of the Ancient Tomb Sect came for Buddhist martial arts, could it?

Zen Master Wuxiang felt there was nothing wrong with his arrangement; if there were any problems, they would be his junior brother Jueyuan's. Thinking this, Zen Master Wuxiang clasped his hands together and chanted, "Amitabha."

"May Buddha have mercy!"

Then Zen Master Wuxiang returned the letter to his junior brother Wuse, and turned to leave. Neither of the brothers brought up the question of whether to inform the abbot.

The abbot's current task is to represent Shaolin Temple, a former Buddhist sect in the Central Plains, in dealing with the esoteric Buddhist sect.

After all, everyone believes in Buddhism, just as all beings are equal, and no one is superior to anyone else.

From the perspective of Shaolin Temple, this is a case of the Tantric Buddhist sect using its smaller power to bully the larger one.

Both sides had their own distinct perspectives, and the Tantric sect never gave Shaolin any hints about the Taoist Golden Boy and Jade Girl.

After watching his senior brother Wuxiang leave, Zen Master Wuse chanted "Amitabha" before sighing, "It's a pity that Junior Brother Jueyuan has had to suffer."

In a sense, the junior brother Jueyuan took the blame for his senior brother. Thinking of this, Zen Master Wuse decided that if his junior brother had any problems, he would risk his position as the head of the Arhat Hall to protect him.

at the same time.

Inside the Sutra Repository of Shaolin Temple.

After routinely checking and organizing the scriptures every day, Jueyuan, the current scripture administrator, is now engrossed in reading and studying them.

The scripture in his hand is called the Lankavatara Sutra.

As a professional scripture administrator, Jueyuan felt it was necessary to understand each scripture.

Even if you don't know everything, you should at least have a general understanding.

Otherwise, if a disciple came to ask, how could Jueyuan, as the scripture administrator, be completely ignorant?

At this moment, Jueyuan is diligently studying the Lankavatara Sutra. He has been reading this sutra for a month, but the more he reads, the more profound he feels the sutra is, yet something seems amiss within its profundity.

Jueyuan felt that there was something mixed in with the Lankavatara Sutra, making the sutra not only read like a Buddhist scripture, but also seem to contain Confucian and Taoist teachings.

What's currently holding Jueyuan back are the latter two, but someone has used methods to transform Confucianism and Taoism into Buddhism, which has lowered the bar considerably for Jueyuan. Otherwise, Jueyuan feels he probably wouldn't even be able to get through the door.

Otherwise, if word got out that the Shaolin Temple's scripture administrators couldn't understand their own scriptures, that would be a huge joke.

For a moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of whether there had ever been any eminent monks in the temple who practiced the three religions together.

At this moment, the monk Jueyuan, who was studying the Lankavatara Sutra, had no idea that he had been pushed out by his two senior brothers to face the arrival of the most terrifying female demon in the world.

Just then, Jueyuan suddenly felt a sudden urge.

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