Chapter 4 The Nameless Holy Monk
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Song Qingshu said to go out for a walk, Zhou Zhiruo nodded indifferently, Song Qingshu smiled, and scolded in her heart as she walked on the road: "This woman is really ruthless, I only think about her Zhang Wuji..." After a long time, she remembered herself now. The first priority is to heal his meridians, and then to live in this super chaotic world, not to eat Zhang Wuji's flying vinegar.
I went all the way to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, and I told the acquaintance monk that he was here. The other party knew that he was the husband of the head of Emei, and he did not dare to neglect. Seeing that he just wanted to read the Buddhist scriptures, he was brought in after registration: "Song Shaoxia, this temple always welcomes people who are destined to read Buddhist scriptures. The first floor collects various versions of Buddhist scriptures, and Song Shaoxia can read them at will. However, the second floor and above of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is where the martial arts books of this temple are located. Don't embarrass the little monk."
"There is Master Lao, and I will save it." Song Qingshu knew that he was being polite. The second floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is a forbidden area of Shaolin Temple. It has always been guarded by experts. go.
Song Qingshu was flipping through the scriptures aimlessly.
After turning around for a long time, he couldn't find the person he was looking for. Song Qingshu couldn't hide his disappointment, thinking that maybe he had guessed wrong.
"Huh~" Unconsciously, he turned to a dark corner and saw the three words "Langa Sutra". Thinking that the "Jiuyang Zhenjing" was hidden in it, Song Qingshu excitedly stretched out his hand and opened it.
Although he knew that Zhang Wuji had already learned the Jiuyang Mantra, proving that this scripture had been lost from the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, he still held on to his expectations.
"Amitabha!" Song Qingshu was startled by a Buddha call behind him, he turned around, and found a gray-clothed monk quietly standing behind him at some point.
The other party was wearing the lowest Shaolin Temple attire and holding a tattered broom. He was thin and withered, with a few sparse long beards that were all white. To anyone, he was just an old handyman monk on the verge of death, but Song Qingshu was Wu Nian Chen Za, did not expect that this nameless monk really exists.
"The younger generation Song Qingshu has seen the master." Song Qingshu gave a respectful salute.
"Huh?" Wuming didn't expect Song Qingshu to be so respectful to him, and was very curious, "Lao Na is not a master, I just saw Song Shaoxia walking around in the Sutra Collection Pavilion, and just glanced at other scriptures until I saw this "Langa Sutra" , Song Shaoxia picked it up without hesitation, and when he saw the contents clearly, his face showed disappointment. The old man was curious and only showed up to meet."
"Junior took a fluke mentality, and finally found out that it was really an illusion, so he seemed a little disappointed." Song Qingshu hesitated for a while, and said euphemistically.
"Lao Na has been in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion for more than 40 years. If I remember correctly, this "Langa Sutra" once contained a "Jiuyang Zhenjing", but it was later taken away, and I dared to ask Song Shaoxia what he was looking for. Is it something?" Wuming was really curious, Song Qingshu was young, how did he know the secrets, and he seemed to know a lot about himself.
Song Qingshu was also a little embarrassed when he revealed it in one sentence: "Don't hide it from the master, the next thing is to see whether the "Jiuyang Zhenjing" is still in it."
"Oh~" Wuming burst into a hearty laugh, and did not ask him why he knew such secrets, but asked with concern, "If the old man is not mistaken, Song Shaoxia's meridians are now cut off, and even if he finds the Jiuyang scripture, he will not be able to. Cultivation, why bother?"
"I hope that the master will save him." Thinking that the other party may be the only person in the world who can save him, Song Qingshu was a little lost in excitement.
"Song Shaoxia's life is safe now, why do you need help?" Wuming helped him up, "If you want to restore martial arts, please forgive me for saying that Song Shaoxia's meridians are completely broken, and it is no longer possible to restore it, and there is nothing I can do."
Song Qingshu was a little desperate all of a sudden. The floor sweeper was almost a god-like existence in the golden book. He said that he couldn't save it. It was really hopeless.
Seeing that he was about to collapse, the monk silently chanted the Buddha's name, and said slowly: "Martial arts is something outside the body, why should a young chivalrous be so persistent. In today's world of martial arts, many murders are committed, although there are occasional chivalrous people who save one or two people. Life, how can it compare to the Buddhadharma to save all sentient beings. Why don't the young heroes study the Buddhadharma from now on..."
The floor-sweeping monk's voice seemed to have a calming effect, Song Qingshu slowly calmed down, but seeing the other party persuaded him to convert to Buddhism, he was quite disapproving, and quickly refused: "Master is kind, the junior has accepted it, but the junior has too much in his heart. Doubtful things need to be confirmed one by one, and it is really impossible to escape into the empty door.”
"Forget it, I don't see the fate of the young man in the world, and I don't want to force it anymore." Wuming shook his head, suddenly stretched out his finger, and poked a few big holes in Song Qingshu's body. Leaving, the voice came from a distance, "Old Na protects the meridian of the young hero with his true energy, so that it will not shrink for the time being. In today's world, I am afraid that there are only four great doctors, and maybe there is a way to deal with the injury of the young hero."
"Four great doctors?" Hearing Song Qingshu's question, Zhou Zhiruo frowned and thought about it carefully, "In today's world, the only one who can be called a genius doctor is the Butterfly Valley Doctor Hu Qingniu, the famous murderer in Kaifeng, Ping Yizhi. Divine Doctor Xue of Zhoucheng, yes, there is also the legendary King of Poisonous Hand Medicine."
Seeing her husband's longing eyes, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little unbearable in her heart, and comforted her, "Qingshu, Zhang Wuji has already obtained the true biography of Hu Qingniu, so it can be said that he can't do anything about it. The other genius doctors and Hu Qingniu are on par with Hu Qingniu. , want to come
It doesn't matter..."
Song Qingshu thought that she wanted to stay here and wait for Zhang Wuji, and didn't want to accompany him, so she was annoyed and shouted casually, "Don't mention that person!" As soon as she finished speaking, she regretted it.
Zhou Zhiruo didn't expect such a big reaction from him. In the past, she would have been angry a long time ago, but just a few days ago with Zhang Wuji, she felt guilty and softly persuaded: "Qingshu, it's not a big deal if you lose your martial arts. Let's go back to Emei together, don't care about the kindness and grievances in the rivers and lakes, what is the difference between martial arts and no martial arts at that time, do you think?"
She had never seen Zhou Zhiruo be so tender to her, softly begging, Song Qingshu looked at his wife's bright and moving cheeks, and was a little crazy for a while.
Seeing the other party staring at her in a daze, even if the two were nominally husband and wife, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help being a little shy, and gave him an angry look: "I haven't seen enough for so long!" "I can't see enough for my whole life~ "Song Qingshu replied subconsciously, suddenly a little puzzled by the huge change in her attitude, and looked at her uncertainly: "Are you really willing to come back to Emei with me?"
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