Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Yao Yue nodded shyly and expectantly, "Husband, are you still going to the second floor?"

Song Xuan shook his head, "No, those skills are of little use to me."

At his current level, he is no longer obsessed with martial arts skills.

Whether it is the Taoist Canon or the Buddhist scriptures, they are all explorations of heaven and earth. He can completely deduce the various so-called Shaolin unique skills from the Buddhist scriptures.

Buddhism is the root, and Shaolin's unique skills can only be regarded as an extension of Buddhism. For example, the Acala Seal performed by the Sweeping Monk. After he read the Acala Sutra, he could use this sutra as the basis and use his soul to deduce the Acala Seal that suits him.

In the evening, under the arrangement of the Sweeping Monk, the few of them had a vegetarian meal at Shaolin and then stayed overnight in the temple.

Standing in the simple and clean Buddhist room, Song Xuan looked at the bright moon in the sky and couldn't help but smile: "Actually, this kind of life away from the secular world is quite good. After only one day, I actually feel like I don't want to leave."

As he spoke, his spiritual power spread out, isolating the sounds from the house and preventing others from eavesdropping. Then he casually picked up Yao Yue by the waist.

Yao Yue was a little embarrassed, "Husband, isn't it a bit inappropriate to do this kind of thing in a Buddhist place?"

"It's in Buddhism that I'm interested. This is the kind of excitement I want!"

......

There was a violent storm all night, and it was not until noon that Song Xuan and his wife came out of the room.

In the yard, Victoria Song was painting, while Lian Xing was sitting on a stone chair, watching Victoria Song painting with a gentle smile on her face.

Seeing Song Xuan and the other person leaving, Song Qian curled her lips in disdain, "Is that kind of thing so interesting? You don't have a day to spare, right?"

Song Xuan raised his hand and flicked her forehead. "This is a peaceful place in Buddhism. Please be more polite when speaking."

"cut!"

Song Qian snorted in dissatisfaction. The officials are allowed to set fires but the common people are not allowed to light lamps. You are allowed to do it, but I am not allowed to say anything?

Boom boom boom!

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the yard.

"Dear donors, by order of the abbot, I am here to bring you some water. May I come in?"

Song Xuan waved his sleeves, and the door opened with a creak without any wind.

Outside the door, a young monk with ordinary looks was carrying two buckets of water. He lowered his head slightly, looking a little reserved, not daring to look at Song Qian and the others.

Song Xuan smiled and said, "Thank you for troubling me, little master."

"No trouble, no trouble!"

The young monk hurriedly stepped forward and poured the water in the two buckets into the water tank. Then he put his hands together, bowed, and prepared to leave with the buckets.

"Young Master!"

Song Xuan suddenly asked, "Do you have a Dharma name?"

The young monk quickly replied, "My name is Xu Zhu, nice to meet you, benefactors."

Song Xuan smiled and nodded. It was indeed Xu Zhu.

Xu Zhu is the young child of Shaolin abbot Xuan Ci and Ye Erniang, one of the four evil men.

It seems that the news of his battle with the Grand Master has been passed back to Shaolin Temple through Xuan Ji and others. Abbot Xuan Ci specially asked Xu Zhu to deliver water, probably because he wanted his son to show up in front of them.

Even if you don't get any benefits, it's good to have a chance to meet him.

Chapter 387: Pancakes, selling pancakes!

From an outsider's perspective, Xu Zhu in the Tian Long plot is just a cheat player.

First, he inherited sixty years of martial arts from the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, Wuyazi, and then he inherited the martial arts from the two big guys, Tianshan Tonglao and Li Qiushui. In terms of the depth of martial arts, Xu Zhu is the best in the entire Tianlong plot.

Not only that, he also married the princess of Western Xia, inherited the Lingjiu Palace, and was surrounded by beautiful women.

He got a promotion and a raise to become CEO, married a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reached the peak of his life. He can be said to be a winner in life.

Facing this lucky boy, Song Xuan asked: "Xu Zhu, do you have any dreams in this life?"

"dream?"

Xu Zhu was stunned for a moment, then said a little embarrassedly, "I don't have any dreams. I just want to be a monk in Shaolin in peace and quiet, eating vegetarian food, chanting Buddha's name, and being accompanied by the Dharma."

"Besides these?" Song Xuan continued, "Have you ever thought about learning powerful martial arts and becoming a respected hero in the martial arts world?"

Xu Zhu shook his head. "I've heard from my senior brothers that the world outside is too complicated. I don't want to be a hero, I just want to be an ordinary monk. If I could have the chance to read a few more scriptures, I would have no regrets in my life."

"What a simple-minded little monk." Victoria Song looked him up and down. "But it's also good this way. It's simple and worry-free, and I live happier than others."

As she spoke, she poked Lianxing's arm and said, "Don't you agree, Sister Lianxing?"

Lian Xing rolled her eyes and asked, "Are you pointing at me?"

Saying that I want too much only adds to my troubles?

Haha, at least I still have the chance to worry. Even if you want to worry, you are not qualified!

Song Xuan nodded slightly, indicating that Xu Zhu could leave.

Watching the other person walking away, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Looking at the entire plot of Tian Long, it is about the meeting of enemies and those you hate, the separation of loved ones, and the failure to obtain what you desire. All people in the world suffer, and are all entangled in cause and effect. Except for death or enlightenment, there is no way to be free, and they can only struggle in the world.

Xu Zhu was lucky, but also unfortunate. He got everything that outsiders dreamed of, including martial arts, status, and beauties. However, his original intention of becoming a little monk in Shaolin Temple could never be realized.

At noon, after having lunch with the Sweeping Monk, Song Xuan prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Song Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "I have a piece of advice for you, Master. If you don't want Shaolin to lose its reputation, then close the mountain!"

The Sweeping Monk was stunned. "Master, are you saying that the Shaolin monks might cause trouble soon?"

Song Xuan smiled and didn't explain much. "I'm just saying it casually. Master, it's up to you to decide whether to listen or not!"

The Sweeping Monk's expression turned serious.

He might not care if others said so, but how could he not take seriously the words spoken by this generation's destiny?

Since the other party mentioned this matter specifically, he must know something. Obviously, if it were not for the good relationship that I have established in the past two days, he might not have mentioned it specifically.

"Master, how long do you think it would take for Shaolin to close its doors?"

"Let's seal it for twenty years first!"

Song Xuan raised his whisk, bowed slightly, and then led Yao Yue and others out of the yard.

"Twenty years?"

The Sweeping Monk pondered for a moment, and as he watched Song Xuan leave, he vaguely understood something.

Every time the Destiny rises, it is accompanied by blood and gore. I just don’t know to what extent the Destiny of this generation will go through blood and gore?

How many people will not know their destiny, go against the trend, and become those who fall into disaster?

Thinking of this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Shaolin has a profound heritage and is an old martial arts holy land. It knows more secrets than some new grand masters. It recognized the destined person in time and did not bring disaster to Shaolin!

.....

Shaolin Temple was closed. The news that Shaolin disciples would not enter the secular world for twenty years spread on the day Song Xuan left.

Many people don’t understand the exact reason.

Some people say that in the battle of Juxianzhuang, Shaolin and the other martial arts heroes were defeated by Xiao Feng alone and lost face, so they closed the mountain for twenty years to train hard.

Some people also say that the battle between the Shaolin Sweeping Monk and the Xuantian Taoist seemed to be a draw, but in fact the Sweeping Monk had suffered serious internal injuries, and he closed the mountain to avoid provoking strong enemies in the future.

There are many different opinions, but all the Shaolin Temple personnel in various places in Songzhou have been recalled, and they have completely ignored the various rumors in the martial arts world.

The mountains are sealed, the gates are shut, no matter how bloody and treacherous the world is, I will remain unmoved.

At this time, Song Xuan and his companions were traveling along the way, and one day they arrived at Qinghe County, Hebei Province.

And it was here that he learned the news from the imperial capital that the Emperor Retired of the Great Zhou had passed away.

Song Qian held a candied haws in each hand. She had an inexplicable preference for candied haws and said with a chuckle, "This old man is really mean. He's already half buried in the ground, and he still wants to take me into the palace as a concubine. He deserves to die."

As she spoke, she blinked her eyes and said, "Brother, it wasn't you who did it, was it?"

Song Xuan shook his head. "Before I entered the palace that day, I met with Ji Xuanfeng. If nothing unexpected happened, it must have been his doing."

Victoria Song said, "Don't say that, Xiao Ji is quite reliable. If she says she'll kill her father, she'll kill him!"

Lian Xing was stunned when she heard this. She knew that the Xuanyiwei family was powerful and that the commander of the Xuanyiwei had tremendous authority, but the scene where the life and death of the retired emperor was decided in just a few words still made her feel a little surprised.

It turns out that my brother-in-law is so powerful?

Yao Yue didn't say anything, but her beautiful eyes were full of pride. She had worked as a secretary for Song Xuan and handled official business there, so she naturally knew how powerful the Xuanyiwei's background was.

The emperor who didn't know his own status deserved a death!

"Cooked pancakes, selling cooked pancakes, freshly baked pancakes!"

At this time, there was a hawking sound coming from the corner of the street. The voice sounded young. Hearing this voice, Song Xuan inexplicably thought of Gongsun Da Niang who sold sugar-roasted chestnuts.

The old lady was very beautiful and the chestnuts were very sweet, but unfortunately, they were too vicious and unlucky, and died at the hands of Song Xuan.

Song Xuan looked around and saw a boy who looked to be about ten years old, carrying a load on his shoulder, breathing out hot air, and shouting to sell his goods.

Seeing Song Xuan's gaze, the young man walked forward with some difficulty carrying the load, "Uncle and aunt, do you want to buy some pancakes?"

"Freshly baked pancakes, still warm!"

As he spoke, the young man lifted the white cloth covering one end of the shoulder pole, and a stack of steaming pancakes came into view. Although they didn't look very good, the aroma of the pancakes was overwhelming, and they were even a bit sweet.

Yao Yue frowned slightly, "Where is your master?"

In the cold winter, a young boy was forced to sell pancakes wearing only thin clothes. His body was almost deformed by the weight of the load. Which parents could be so cruel?

Chapter 388 Young Wu Dalang

The young man looked a little uneasy, bent over nervously, and whispered, "My parents are all gone."

Song Xuan's expression changed. He took a step forward and lifted the cotton cloth on the other side of the burden. However, a chubby little baby was staring at him with big watery eyes, not blinking.

Seeing Song Xuan looking at him, the little kid even laughed out loud.

"He's my brother!"

The young man nervously approached the little kid, shielding him behind him without leaving any trace. "Don't cry or make a fuss, he's very obedient... Um, uncle and aunt, if you don't want to buy some pancakes, then I'll leave first."

Even though Song Xuan and his companions did not emit any aura, in the young man's feeling, their wealth and status gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

He was instinctively afraid of the unknown and the unfamiliar, and subconsciously wanted to pick up his burden and leave.

"and many more!"

Song Xuan called out to him, "I want all your pancakes."

He pointed to the little kid at the other end and said, "Are you going to keep selling pancakes with him?"

The young man's face froze. "I have no choice. I'm worried about leaving him alone at home."

He seemed reluctant to bring up the subject, and instead asked stiffly, "Uncle, where is your house? Can I deliver these pancakes directly to you?"

Song Xuan touched his red, frozen ear and said, "We just arrived in Qinghe County and don't have a place to stay yet. Does anyone know of a good inn?"

"Tongfu Inn, right? I've delivered pancakes there before. I heard that wealthy businessmen from other places like to stay there."

Song Xuan nodded. "Then we'll go over there first. You can bring the pancakes over later. By the way, my last name is Song. When you get to the inn, just ask for someone named Song."

As he spoke, he handed over a silver ingot. Without waiting for the other party to speak, Song Xuan and the others turned around and left, disappearing into the corner in a few breaths.

The young man was stunned for a moment with the silver in his hand, then turned around and touched his brother's chubby little face, his eyes reddened, "Erlang, we have met a kind man."

.....

They went to Tongfu Inn and requested three superior guest rooms. Then they ordered some food and drinks and had a meal together in the hall on the second floor.

Soon, the young man selling pancakes went upstairs with his shoulder pole under the guidance of a waiter.

"Sir, are these the pancakes you ordered from Wu Jia Dalang?"

Seeing Song Xuan nod, the waiter tactfully took out the pancakes from Wu Dalang's shoulder pole, and flattered him as he took them, "It's obvious that these guests are kind-hearted people.

The Wu brothers lost their parents last year and have no elders to support them. They've been living a very hard life. Several guests bought some of his pancakes, so they can go home early today to warm up and suffer less."

Looking at the two piles of pancakes on the table, Song Xuan waved to Wu Dalang, "You haven't eaten yet, come and have something to eat with us."

Wu Dalang hugged his brother timidly, looked down at his tattered clothes, and didn't dare to go forward.