Wudang sweeps the tunnel, awakens full-level comprehension at the beginning

Chapter 191 Hanshan Temple Meets Concubine Xuan

Lu Heng sat in the carriage, wondering what he was thinking.

Prepare some snacks for my daughter, and I feel a little nostalgic when I hear the tea stall guests say this.

When he was in the Northern Song Dynasty, it can be said that he swept the wealth of the world.

There is no real experience of the daily life of the people.

It is also a relief to abandon this business now.

He is not fit to be emperor.

"Father, mother and the others are not worthy of Xinxin's play, where are we going?"

As the princess of Great Xia.

Learning Taoist Xiaoyao Yufeng, Lu Heng can be said to teach martial arts with all his heart.

Although Lu Xin was only ten years old, she really wanted to make a move. After Lu Heng established the capital in Luoyang, the imperial guards were no match for her.

The strength has reached the top level of the rivers and lakes.

The second daughter Lu Jue is also talented, but she loves to learn martial arts more than the eldest son Lu Xiao, but because of her love for fun, her strength is only close to the peak of first-class.

If outsiders know about this, they will all be robbed.

"Da Bao and Er Bao are good, your mother won't play with you, I'll take you out to learn more, didn't you always clamor to go out of the palace to play?"

Wearing a white dress and inheriting the high-quality genes of Lu Heng and Yang Xiaoqin, one big and one small are also beauties.

As a daughter slave, Lu Heng really doted on the two little babies.

Even Yang Xiaoqin would occasionally be jealous of her daughter.

The carriage was driving in the wilderness, and Lu Heng had no target in the near future. Although the route was to go to Lingnan, it was not ruled out that he could meet someone from the Demon Sect.

According to his information, Yang Guang was able to take over because of the support of the Demon Sect and the Yinkui faction.

In addition to this, Lu Heng also thought about whether to compete for [Heshibi] and [Evil Emperor's Relic].

These two treasures are of great help to his improvement of strength.

It is only necessary to get effective information at a specific time.

It had been a long time since he had met an opponent who could fight against him. After fourteen years of cultivation and experiencing the changes of the two worlds, his mentality gradually calmed down and became less irritable.

As a middle-aged man in his 30s, Lu Heng has gradually adapted to the ancient life. On the contrary, what he likes is not only happiness and enmity, but also the courtship of Jianghu.

"Er Treasure, there is a temple in front, let's go in to shelter from the rain, okay?"

Looking up at the sky, there was a drizzle falling.

The beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is his favorite place, and it is more suitable for settlement than the north.

Stretching out the protective qi, holding the two little ones in his arms, he left the carriage, flew to the temple gate, and knocked on the door.

soon.

There was a young monk who opened the temple gate.

"Amitabha, who is the benefactor?"

"Little master, passing by your temple, it's raining outside, I want to stay overnight, is it okay?"

"Of course, the master said that it is convenient for you to be with others. Please come with me, benefactor."

The little novice also seems to be from the martial arts world, and has five or six years of skill. Although Lu Heng doesn't like monks, he doesn't want to cause trouble, at least as long as others don't take the initiative to provoke him.

Lu Heng will not hurt the killer.

What's more, when his daughter was around, Lu Heng seldom got angry with others.

After entering the temple, Lu Heng discovered that the temple turned out to be the Hanshan Temple outside Gusu.

I feel pretty good.

"Hankong, who knocked on the door?"

"Reporting to master, it's just a passer-by who passed by our temple to avoid the rain. They are guests staying overnight, and they brought two girls with them."

"Go and prepare some ginger soup. The weather will change as soon as it changes. Don't catch a cold. After finishing the work, you will come back for evening class."

No one is seen, only voices are heard.

As for Hong Liang, there seemed to be a little coughing mixed in.

The monk was probably injured internally and was very tired.

Within fifty miles, nothing could be hidden from Lu Heng's eyes and ears.

There are only five monks in the Daxiong Hall, besides that, there are also some Jianghu people staying here in the inner temple of Hanshan Temple.

Following the Hankong novice, enter the guest room.

Lu Heng took out an ingot of silver, handed it to him, and said with a smile, "This is regarded as the sesame oil money for your monastery, please accept it, little monk."

"Thank you, the benefactor, the Buddha will bless you, Amitabha!"

Han Kong was young, so he naturally laughed when he got the money, and became more respectful.

Lu Heng hugged his two daughters on the bed and let them fall asleep by themselves.

Sitting cross-legged and meditating, the voice could not stop entering my ears.

"Ning Sanren, Miss Concubine Xuan, Master Fu Sheng, the abbot of the temple, is in poor health. He was injured by Shi Zhixuan, the head of the Huajian Sect of the Demon Sect, in his early years."

"Hanshan Temple has escaped from the Jianghu for many years and ignored the affairs of the Jianghu. What are you talking about when you come here today?"

Lu Heng was curious.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left Suzhou, he met the supreme master Ning Daoqi, and Shi Feixuan, the descendant of Cihang Jianzhai.

It is said that Ning Daoqi hooked up with Cihang Jianzhai because of his martial arts practice. He is still No.1 in Taoism in name, but he is despised by Taoists.

As a supreme master who is as famous as Wu Zun Bi Xuan and Yi Jianmen master Fu Cailin, it is difficult for ordinary people to see this.

Only the clear and crisp voice of a yellow warbler sounded.

"Amitabha, Master Fusheng is in poor health. The master knows it. This time I sent my concubine Xuan down the mountain to practice. I passed by your temple and came here to pay a visit. There is nothing else."

"According to seniority, Zen Master Wuxin is also of the same generation as the master. I once heard from the master that there is a Hanshan sword palm in Hanshan Temple that was famous in the martial arts world. This time, Feixuan is also here to learn."

Lu Heng smiled lightly, his figure just jumped a few times, and with the help of the moonlight, he came to the front hall.

"He Fang is an expert, please show up."

It is naturally impossible to hide from Ning Daoqi.

And Lu Heng didn't even think about avoiding it. He walked out of the dark place generously and said with a smile: "It's just a passer-by staying overnight. I just happened to hear someone mentioning Hanshan Sword Palm, so I'm curious to find out."

"Hey, it's you."

"Hankong, do you recognize this layman?"

An old monk came out.

The little novice hurriedly said: "He is the generous benefactor that the disciple told the master just now."

"So it turns out that you are also from Jianghu. This cold mountain sword palm is a secret of Buddhism. I still have to serve my master, so I won't chat with you."

"As for the concubine Xuan, please go back and tell Master Fanqing Huizhai that Hanshan Temple has retreated into the Jianghu world and no longer cares about worldly affairs, Amitabha!"

That Zen master Wuxin looked neither sad nor happy.

Turn around to enter Hanshan Temple.

Lu Heng's figure flashed, and he appeared directly at the entrance of the main hall of Hanshan Temple.

Except for Ning Daoqi, no one present saw how he got in, so he was a little surprised.

"Amitabha, is there anything else for the donor?"

"I heard that Master Fusheng is ill, but I know some medical skills. If I can save your master, can I have a little understanding of this cold mountain sword palm?"

Lu Heng's words made Chan Master Wuxin hesitate, he was silent for a while, then smiled, and said: "If you can really save the master, any request from the benefactor will be satisfied by the monastery."

"Please!"

Lu Heng didn't care, he was just curious.

For him, martial arts in the world has long lost the joy it used to be.

It's just that I never thought that when I first left Suzhou, I would meet Shi Feixuan and Ning Daoqi.

Why did they come to Gusu? It was definitely not just to learn some martial arts.

as predicted.

Ning Daoqi and Shi Feixuan followed.

Lu Heng followed Wu Xin into the meditation room.

Light a few incense sticks and place them in the incense burner.

On the bed, lay an old monk who was weak and about eighty years old, his face was pale and bloodless.

It seems to be somewhat aging.

Lu Heng didn't approach, but squinted his eyes and scanned for a while.

"It's not a big problem. The physical injury is not too serious. It seems that he was trapped by a strange martial art, which made him unconscious."

Lu Heng's understanding of spiritual power is naturally very deep.

If he hadn't guessed.

This person should have been suppressed mentally, so he couldn't move.

He took out a jade flute casually.

"Everyone, it's best to cover your ears and don't listen."

Wherever his eyes went, he just nodded to Ning Daoqi and said: "You don't have to. Those who have less than 50 years of skill should quit the meditation room."

(To be continued)
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