Chapter 918
: The Jianghu is in turmoil again
Chapter 918: The Jianghu is in turmoil again
Ding, Ding!
The bells of Jing'an Temple rang out melodiously, spreading all over Beishan.
Many pilgrims, with sincerity, arrived at the foot of the mountain, got off the car and walked up the mountain to the temple to burn incense to show their sincerity.
As the North,
As the largest Buddhist temple in the Central Plains, it is well-known and plays an important role in the martial arts world. It is known as the leader of the martial arts world in the north and south, along with the Taoist sect in Longhu Mountain in the south.
I don't know when, ever since the Queen Mother went to Jing'an Temple to pay homage, the number of pilgrims has increased day by day, and the patrons of the world have also come to pay homage and seek to make friends.
At the foot of the mountain, there happened to be some people from other places who were crowded in a makeshift tavern at the foot of the mountain, drinking tea and eating naan. Although the conditions were simple, many people from other places were eating happily. After drinking from the wine cups and taking a few bites of naan, they seemed to have something to talk about.
Several swordsmen who came from the northwest shouted with red faces;
"This wine is good. Not only is it pure, but it's also very strong. It's as strong as a woman."
"Ah ha ha."
The nonsense of several people also caused the others to speak loudly. Only the people at the next table smiled but said nothing. A disciple from the Qingcheng Mountain took a sip of tea and shook his head.
"This wine is called General's Blood. It is one of the strong liquors outside the Great Wall. It seems to have come from Luo Yunhou Mansion. Most people don't dare to drink it, but some heroes are brave enough to do so."
This compliment made the swordsmen happy. They turned around and saw that it was a man dressed as a Taoist. The leading swordsman smiled and
"Haha, interesting. You, a Taoist, actually come to the foot of the Buddhist temple to drink. Also, you're right. We Northwest swordsmen value loyalty. As for this wine, it's the kindness of Lord Luo Yun who gave it to us, the people of Jianghu."
After saying that, several of them clasped their fists towards the outside of the Great Wall. Nowadays, the name of Marquis Luo Yun is well-known not only in the court but also in the martial arts world. Now Marquis Luo Yun is in a very high position, commanding a large army and ruling the outside of the Great Wall. He is just in his twenties and has attracted worldwide attention. His literary talent, in particular, has made people all over the world sing his praises. The old man mentioned just now was just a respectful tone in the martial arts world.
"What the heroes said is right. This kind of strong liquor that nobles drink used to be a treasure in the cellars of the noble families in the capital. We may not be able to drink a sip in our lifetime.
Later, it was indeed the favor of the Marquis that many wines were sold at a fair price, which also allowed people like me in the martial arts world to enjoy a feast. As for why the Taoists came to the temple, you asked, of course, they wanted to admire the style of Abbot Wuxin. I am not a talented Taoist, but I am Qingcheng Qingyuanzi. "
The Qingcheng Sect in the southwest is a famous sect on the Qingcheng Mountain in Shu. It is well-known in the southwestern foreign countries. It is also closely following the Taoist branch of Longhu Mountain. The two have a deep origin and complement each other, but the Qingcheng Sect is a latecomer and ranks third.
Only Wudang Mountain, another Taoist sect, can be called a Taoist holy place. Beishan Jing'an Temple, located in the blessed land of Beijing, is famous both inside and outside the Great Wall and is almost a household name. There is also Suzhou Jinshan Temple, located in the hinterland of Jiangnan. One in the south and one in the north are two holy places of Buddhism.
Buddhism and Taoism,
The Qingcheng Sect, which has a long history since ancient times, has sent out its disciples to travel around the world in an effort to surpass the latecomers in Taoism and to compete for the reputation of a Taoist holy land. Unfortunately, the Qingcheng Sect's martial arts foundation is still lacking, and it is neither as good as the best nor as bad as the worst, so it has barely stopped there.
"Oh, you are the seniors from the Taoist Qingcheng Sect. I am honored to meet you."
Several swordsmen, who had been in the martial arts world for many years and were familiar with the ways of the world, actually put down their bowls and chopsticks, stood up and performed the greetings. Qing Yuanzi also stood up to return the greeting. In this way, the few of them became much more familiar with each other.
"I wonder why you are here, Senior? This is Jing'an Temple."
Another swordsman inquired, and many people from small sects and schools around were also interested. They came here just to find an opportunity. They heard that Jing'an Temple might recruit lay disciples. If they could stay and study for a year or two, it would be an opportunity.
"Haha, can't the Taoist sect come to see the Buddhist sect? How can this be possible? I came here today just on the way. I want to see if the old monk in the temple is saving people. It is said that the White Lotus Sect in the south of Beijing has reappeared in the martial arts world and has taken down the important town of Runan. In the south, there are rumors that the leader of the White Lotus Sect has mastered the White Lotus Sect's supreme martial arts, the White Lotus Bible, but I don't know whether it is true or not."
At this point, the simple tavern was silent, and everyone had a grim look on their faces. The reason for this was that the White Lotus Sect was not an ordinary civil riot or banditry. After the Taiping Sect rebelled, there were no rumors in the martial arts world, but when the White Lotus Sect rebelled, the entire martial arts world was in an uproar. Many disciples of small sects were actually the incense masters and hall masters of the White Lotus Sect. When Bai Shuiyue raised his arm, many people from various sects responded.
These days, the whole martial arts world is rumored that the White Lotus Sect leader has restored the vitality of the entire White Lotus Sect.
"Master, you are well-informed. The leader of the White Lotus Sect has always been mysterious. I heard that the Five Lakes Alliance, the Tiger Roar Sect, the Iron Palm Gang, the Qingfeng Village, the Lingyun Pavilion, and the Xuanbing Palace in the south have all received lay disciples who have responded and joined them. I, a humble person, have learned a great piece of news."
The person who spoke was a sturdy man wearing shorts, with a ghost-head knife on his back. His beard made it hard to see his features, but his temples were swollen, and he was obviously a master of internal martial arts. Qing Yuanzi did not dare to be arrogant, and bowed.
"May I ask the hero, what is the great news?"
"Haha, I'm not a hero at all. I'm from the Golden Sword Sect and have been traveling around for many years. I happened to meet a senior from the Funiu Sect when I was visiting a mountain in Xihe County. After chatting with him for a few minutes, I became extremely worried."
The face of this inner family master of the Golden Sword Sect was full of worry. Xihe County was originally a place with a lot of forces and sects, and bandits were rampant. Except for the county seat and the state capital, which were still in the hands of the court, the rest of the place was almost divided up. This was no secret, and everyone in the martial arts world knew it.
"Oh, then I wonder what this senior said that made the hero so worried?"
The swordsmen were amazed. They had just arrived in the heart of the Central Plains and heard such news. The capital city was indeed well-informed. They knew about the Taiping Rebellion in the south, but they had no idea about the White Lotus Rebellion. They didn't even eat, but sat there listening attentively. Everyone in the tavern was quietly waiting for the news.
"The old senior from the Funiu Sect said that one of his nephews followed someone to the White Lotus Sect and became a leader. It is said that there are many masters in the White Lotus Sect, but they are all at the level of hall masters and helmsmen. Only one person has reached the position of Dharma Protector, and that is Ying Xiancai. It is just that they have only seen the leader and the right Dharma Protector, while the most mysterious left Dharma Protector and the Saint have been missing. It is said that the White Lotus Sect was split into two, and the Saint took half of the people to continue hiding in the world."
The senior from the Golden Sword Sect was shocked after hearing this. If it was true, the White Lotus Sect would become very powerful. With one in the open and one in the dark, who could stop them?
"No way. The White Lotus Sect's traditional rules have always been that the leader is the primary and the Saintess is the secondary. Although the two have equal power, could it be that they have been separated long ago? In this case, half of the power is so huge, so what if the two are combined into one?"
Many people chimed in, most of them didn't believe it, but the rumor might not be groundless. Some people who had some connection with the White Lotus Sect knew clearly that the White Lotus Sect now only had the leader. Although there were rumors about the Saint, she was not in a high position, so there was no trace of her.
A gangster sitting in the corner remained silent. He was a member of the White Lotus Sect. He came here in response to the order of the Right Protector Ying Xiancai, and came to Jing'an Temple to deliver a message. He wanted to invite Master Wuwei to come south to help, and even to give up the position of protector. It can be seen how important this person is. Thinking about the letter in his arms, he no longer hesitated, finished his drink, went out of the tavern, and went up from the back mountain.
In the wine shop,
Everyone gasped. If it was true, then the power of the White Lotus Sect was just the tip of the iceberg. In this way, if the people of Jianghu were involved in such a major event, how many sects would be able to escape if the court pursued them? Qing Yuanzi's face turned pale. The turmoil in Jianghu would inevitably involve Buddhism and Taoism. How would the court explain it at that time? Moreover, he had just come out of the capital and knew a piece of news.
"Everyone, I just came out of the capital with some news. I wonder if you have heard it. The first is that Daliang City has been besieged by the Taiping Sect, and the remnants of Wang Ziteng's army are trapped in the city. The other is that the leader of the White Lotus Sect has personally led the army and has captured the important town of Runan, threatening Xihe County and Jiangnan. Is the court reacting quickly?"
He smiled mysteriously, keeping everyone in suspense, but he also had his doubts. This time, the court actually sent Luo Yunhou out without saying a word, and he didn't know how many troops were heading south.
"Senior, as for the first two things, many people who have been to the capital know about them, but I really don't know how the court will react, and there are no notices posted or anything like that."
Some people in the martial arts world couldn't help but speak, causing Qing Yuanzi to laugh loudly.
"Of course, we will let Marquis Luo Yun lead the troops to capture it. Although the court did not say how many troops to send, but when I left, I said that there are more than 50,000 imperial guards in the city heading south, plus Marquis Luo Yun's cavalry outside the pass, more than 10,000, that's 60,000. You also have to remember the soldiers in the Anhu camp!"
This is the main point. It was the Beijing Camp that wiped out the White Lotus Sect. This speech shocked the tavern into silence. Luo Yunhou, the world-famous general, was not sure if he had thought of something. Everyone took out their silver and put it on the table. They clasped their fists and left in a hurry.
And then the mountain,
In front of the host's door,
There was a figure kneeling on the ground. It was the monk Wuwei. He was now dressed in a monk's robe, with a strong and muscular body, a scar on his head, and he was kneeling on the ground with a sincere face, reciting scriptures.
Not far behind him was the abbot, Master Wuxin Chan, who shook his head and sighed;
"Brother, Master has gone to the Western Paradise. It was Master's last wish to help all living beings to be saved. Since you have expressed your remorse, you need to study the scriptures carefully and understand the truth as soon as possible."
Most of his words were meant to persuade. In the entire temple, there was almost no one who could match the skills of Monk Wuwei. The reason he was captured by Luo Yunhou that day was because he had never used the unique Buddhist skills of Beishan Jing'an Temple. He only used ordinary fists and feet used by outer sect people, as well as stick techniques from small sects. How could he not be defeated? From this point of view, the junior brother still had a heart for Buddhism, so the most important thing now was to calm down and cultivate his nature, and achieve enlightenment as soon as possible.
"Brother, you are saying it nicely. I can break the Buddhist precepts whenever I want. My master never cares about me. Brother, you are always talking about benevolence, righteousness and morality. The Jing'an Temple is feared by the court and targeted everywhere. Back then, you went to Jinshan Temple to practice without saying a word and became very famous. How could you have ever cared about the safety of my master and the monks in the temple?"
Wuwei stood up and snorted coldly. Buddhist disciples are meant to save all living beings. If they can't save themselves, how can they save others in the boundless sea of suffering? "Amitabha, Junior Brother, you are obsessed. When I went south to Jinshan Temple, it was for the Buddhists. There are some things in the martial arts world that can be done, and some things that involve the court cannot be done. It's okay for you to be a thug for the prince, but you should never, ever provoke the White Lotus Sect. Those people are not good men and women. This letter was just obtained from a martial artist in the back mountain. He said it was sent to you and came from the south of Beijing. I rejected it for you."
Wu Xin Chan Shi put his hands together, took out a letter and put it on his fingertips. He pinched his fingers and the letter instantly shattered and fell to the ground. However, he didn't know that Wu Wei Wu Shao's eyes became sharp.
"Brother, you have great skills. You have even mastered the flower finger technique. Jianghu may be small, but the White Lotus Sect helps the world and the people. This is the righteousness. Everyone in Jianghu will say that I was also blessed by them for a meal. Although it was a small favor, the imperial court not only refused to give me food, but also forced me to work for them. How can this be justified in the world?"
After the Wuwei monk stood up, he clenched his hands tightly, with great momentum, his monk robe bulging, obviously he had great internal strength, it seemed that he had stopped that day, he was big and strong, and had natural supernatural powers, it seemed that he had reached the first-class level.
Master Wu Xin's eyes bulged. He was indeed a difficult person. No wonder his master only let him recite scriptures and not practice martial arts.
"Amitabha, Junior Brother, you are obsessed with appearances. They have given you a meal, and Jing'an Temple is the foundation of your life. How can the favor of so many meals and such a small profit implicate Jing'an Temple? The White Lotus Sect is involved in the martial arts sects, which is far from the foundation that the Taiping Sect does not have. If the martial arts are in turmoil, the world will really be in turmoil."
Master Wu Xin summoned his inner strength, and actually concealed the Buddhist mantra Lion's Roar. The words came out, deafening. The wind in the abbot's Zen temple had already started, rolling up the fallen leaves, but they were suddenly blown away. It turned out that the Wuwei monk was practicing the Dragon Subduing Tiger Skill to block the Lion's Roar.
As if he had already intended this, he spread his hands and said in a cold voice;
"Brother is still so eloquent. He can't win the argument with me, so he wants to use his sound skills to make me hear him. It's really a joke. Brother, are you looking down on me?"
With his eyes wide open, he looked like Asura.
Master Wu Xin put down his hands and stood solemnly.
"I have heard for a long time that Junior Brother has mastered the Dragon Claw Capturing Technique to perfection. In addition to the Dragon Capturing Technique and the Silent Claw, he is invincible in the North. I would like to learn from you today to see if you are really as good as the rumors say."
"Haha, okay, Junior Brother has been waiting impatiently for a long time,"
The Wuwei monk activated his magic skills, his hands changed from palms to claws, his dark robe was instantly blown up by the air, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, he took the lead in attacking, his body flashed, and he approached like a ghost, his right hand stretched out, turned into a sharp dragon claw, bringing with it a whistling sound, it was the Dragon Claw Skill, one of the 72 unique skills of Jing'an Temple, the leader of Buddhism, this claw went straight to the throat of Wuxin Chanshi, the claw tip seemed to tear the air,
It is a combo attack method specially developed by Wuwei monks.
"Catch the wind!"
"Catch the shadow!"
"Play the piano!"
"Play the harp!"
"Pi Kang!"
"Damage!"
"Shou Que!"
Eight-style chain, eight moves, almost no one can resist, it is also the most famous skill of Wuwei monk, but Wuxin Chanshi slightly turned sideways, raised his left hand gently as if pinching a flower, caught a fallen leaf, and used the power of pinching flowers to move out, the leaf flashed, and the elite hit the face of Wuwei monk, but was blocked by Long Zha's hand, and approached him in a moment,
Seeing that the Flower Finger was not working, Wuxin Chanshi stretched out his palm, and after practicing his power, his right palm turned dark yellow, and he shouted;
"Prajna Palm,"
As soon as a palm was thrown, it contained a thousand pounds of force. The internal forces of the two collided, and their palms and claws connected. Qi energy burst out from all around, and the leaves on the tree were swept by the qi energy and fell down one after another.
The Wuwei monk lost his voice and said,
"You actually mastered the Prajna Palm."
The attack missed, Wuwei suddenly pulled back his arm, then turned around, swept his left leg, and attacked with a Silence Grab. Wuxin Chanshi tapped his foot, and Yiweidujiang flew up into the air, landing two feet behind, avoiding the fierce kick, and stretched out both palms, the Xuanhuang palm power spread throughout the palms, and the palm wind was like a wave, rushing towards Wuwei.
Little did he know that Wuwei had been waiting for this palm strike. He changed his grip into a fist and used all his internal strength to take on this palm strike.
With a loud bang, the air between the two of them surged, sand and rocks flew everywhere, Wuwei used the energy to retreat, it was unbelievable,
"Brother, you have concealed it very well. The Prajna Palm turned into a powerful Vajra Palm and disappeared in a flash."
"Junior brother is not bad. If you hadn't used the powerful Vajra Fist, you wouldn't be able to withstand this palm force."
Master Wu Xin Chan was shocked. As expected, his master had chosen him. His junior brother was extremely talented. There were only a few people in Jing'an Temple who could master more than three of the unique Buddhist skills.
Without further ado, the attack continued. The powerful Vajra Palm was famous for its ferocity. It became stronger when facing a stronger opponent. Master Wuxin's hands turned red, as if they were red-hot irons. With a fierce momentum, he headed towards Wuwei's chest, as if the ferocity contained the compassion and strength of Buddhism, and it had the momentum of overwhelming a tidal wave.
Wuwei's face was solemn. His senior brother's skills had reached such a level that even the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, the leader of the Taoist sects in the world, did not have such skills. He was close to the innate realm above the first-rate level.
He took a deep breath, activated his mental skills, controlled his Qi with the Dragon Capturing Technique, and quickly used the Dragon Claw Technique again. His hands were like two dragons, circling in the air, and collided with Master Wuxin's powerful Vajra Palm again.
"Bang, bang, bang,"
The continuous sound of collisions continued, and the figures of the two people appeared and disappeared in the smoke and dust. Wuwei exposed his flaws, seized the opportunity, and stepped forward.
"Two Dragons Explore the Sea,"
His hands were like a dragon emerging from the sea, going straight for Master Wuxin's collarbone. Master Wuxin quickly leaned back, waving his hands quickly, using the "Invisible Robbery Finger" to block, which actually left a trail of afterimages, neutralizing Wuwei's offensive.
"Three moves to grab the pearl, there will be heavy rain,"
moment,
Wuwei had the upper hand, and the outcome was about to be decided. Wuxin Chanshi suddenly used the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm. With just one move, the palm was imprinted on Wuwei's left shoulder. With a "bang", Wuwei the monk flew backwards and landed three feet away, spitting blood.
"Thousand-handed Tathagata Palm, almost at the innate level, haha, ahem! Senior brother, I lost."
"Amitabha, since you have lost, don't think about leaving the temple. Just cultivate yourself here and comprehend the Buddhist scriptures."
Master Wuxin put his hands together, lifted up his monk's robe, turned around and left the abbot's temple. When he reached the outside of the temple, his face turned pale and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He reached out to wipe it off, and was horrified in his heart. His junior brother's martial arts had already reached the first-class level!
(End of this chapter)