I have a sword that can sway the heavens

Lear and Zeng Jing looked at each other, and they both fell silent.

It's Ye Bingqing!

Lier never imagined that Ye Zhanqing became a monk.

The old monk opened his cloudy eyes, and said lazily, "The two benefactors, you came here at dawn, but do you have any doubts that the old monk needs to explain?"

Zeng Jing took a step forward, clasped her hands together, said aloud the Buddha's mercy, and then said, "Master Jian Chi, let's return Rama's body."

The old monk's expression was calm, and his voice was vicissitudes, "It's just a corpse, and it caused a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes. It's a sin, a sin!"

"Patriarch Rama is an eminent Buddhist monk. I'm afraid he would never have imagined that his incorruptible golden body would cause boundless murder."

"The two benefactors are willing to return the golden body of Patriarch Rama, and the merit is immeasurable."

Lear squinted his eyes and looked at the old monk for a while, and he believed that this Master Jian Chi was indeed an eminent monk.

Looking at Master Jian Chi, Lear said, "Master, we will return Rama's body, but there is one condition."

"You have to help me decipher the magic power left in Rama's body."

Master Jian Chi opened his eyes wide, and his cloudy eyes suddenly ejaculated, which was breathtaking.

Lear stared at him without flinching.

In front of the mud embryo of the Buddha, Ye Chanqing trembled slightly.

A moment later, Master Jian Chi half closed his eyes, and his eyes became cloudy again, as if he had become an old man on the verge of death again.

"can."

Master Jian Chi agreed to Lear's request.

Lear took out Rama's body.

In the backyard of the temple, Master Jian Chi has been studying Rama's body for a whole morning. He murmured, "If born from eggs, if born from wombs, if born from moisture, if born by transformation; if there is form, if there is no form; if there is thought, if there is no Thought, whether there is thought or no thought, I will cause it to enter Nirvana without residue and save it."

"This is how to save immeasurable, countless and boundless sentient beings. In fact, no sentient beings can be saved. If a bodhisattva has the appearance of self, person, sentient beings, and longevity, he is not a bodhisattva."

"All appearances are illusory. If you see all appearances and non-appearances, you will see the Tathagata."

"It's the Marrow Washing Sutra, which has been lost in Shaolin for hundreds of years."

"It turns out that Patriarch Rama's golden body is not corrupt, because he has practiced the marrow washing sutra to the extreme."

"Amitabha!"

Master Jian Chi clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name.

A look of joy appeared on Lear's face.

It turned out that the magic power hidden in the body of Patriarch Rama is the marrow washing sutra.

The Sutra of Washing the Marrow and the Sutra of Changing Tendons are known as the two major magic arts of Shaolin Temple.

The Sutra of Washing the Marrow has been lost hundreds of years ago. Shaolin also has a Sutra of Changing Tendons, which cannot be practiced unless the abbot presides over it.

It is an exaggeration to say that Rama's divine power can regenerate good fortune and make up for what is missing.

However, the Marrow Washing Sutra does have the effect of washing the tendons and cutting the marrow, and improving one's aptitude.

Li Er was overjoyed, he was 22 years old, his meridians and bones were not as tough as those of young people, and there were many impurities in his veins and bones, the appearance of the marrow washing meridian was too appropriate.

Master Jian Chi looked at Lear for a while, and said, "People are born out of love and desire, everything is filthy. If you want to cultivate the Buddha's truth, you will be able to move and block your body like a real body. Wash your internal organs, limbs and bones one by one. , Only by purely seeing the pure and empty can one continue to cultivate and enter the Buddha's wisdom ground."

"Benefactor Li, the Sutra of Washing the Marrow is a secret transmission of my Buddhism. After you have cultivated the Sutra of Washing the Marrow, I hope you will focus on doing good and don't do evil."

Li Er nodded, "Don't worry, Master Foolish, Li Mou is not that villain, and he won't commit any crimes."

Master Jian Chi didn't say anything.

In the afternoon, with the blood in the setting sun, Li Er took Zeng Jing away, and Rama's body was left in Yunhe Temple.

After obtaining the Marrow Washing Sutra, it is useless for Lear to ask for Rama's body. It should be returned to Buddhism.

Ye Zhanqing leaned against the temple gate, her eyes blurred with tears.

Master Jian Chi sighed, and said, "You idiot."

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

Ye Zhanqing cried bitterly, choked up and asked, "Master, is it true that I have no fate with him?"

Master Jian Chi didn't answer.

After a while, Master Jian Chi said, "Ye Zhanqing, who has entered the Buddhist gate, under the seat of the Buddha, you should cut off all emotions and desires."

"Tomorrow, as a teacher, I want to go to the Songshan Shaolin, repair the pagoda, and install the golden body of the patriarch. You can go with the teacher. It is better to see the mountains and rivers, than to sink into the sea of ​​lust and misery."

Ye Zhanqing nodded, with tears remaining on her face.

Li Er and Zeng Jing left Yingtian Mansion.

The two headed north all the way, driving a carriage and carrying many gold bricks.

On the way, the two stopped and walked.

In the end, Li Er and Zeng Jing stopped in a small village outside Xiangyang City and bought a small yard.

Every day, Zeng Jing would go into the city to buy vegetables and some precious medicinal materials.

Lear meditated in the morning and practiced the Marrow Washing Sutra.

In the afternoon sword practice, you must fully integrate the Xuanmen Taiyi sword, the Zanci sword, and the 41-way Pishui sword, learn from each other's strengths, eliminate the chaff and save the essence, and perfect a sword technique that is unique to you.

Day by day.

Yingtianfu, the imperial palace.

Jinluan Hall.

Looking at the kneeling figure below, the aged Hongwu Emperor asked without anger, "Have you checked?"

The commander of Jin Yiwei, Fusi of Beizhen, was dripping with cold sweat, and tremblingly replied, "Report to Your Majesty, Cao Feng was killed by a woman named Ye Chanqing. Rama's body was taken away by the former Blackstone killer Xiaoyu and her husband Lear." .”

"Recover Rama's body."

Emperor Hongwu waved his hand impatiently.

Luo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, bent over and exited the Golden Luan Hall.

Back at the Yamen of Fusi in Beizhen, Luo Xuan summoned two Jinyi guards, Qianhu, and said with a serious expression, "I don't care what method you use, and no matter how much you pay, you must find Xiaoyu and Lier."

The two Jinyiwei Qianhu bowed their heads and said yes.

Although their Jin Yiwei's eyeliner is all over the world, it's not easy to find Xiao Yu and Lear in the vast crowd.

I really don't know what the emperor thinks.

Rama's body can be regenerated and regenerated. These are all rumors in the world. How could the emperor believe the rumors in the world?

Stomach emptying belongs to abdominal emptying, action still needs action.

Two thousand households dare not say anything about the emperor.

Jin Yiwei, a huge organization, started to operate, trying to find out Xiao Yu and Lear, the ex-Blackstone killers.

Chapter 19

Xiangyang is an important military town, a place that military strategists of all dynasties must contend for.

In the 20th year of Hongwu, the dynasty was at its peak, there was no war, and the people of Xiangyang lived and worked in peace and contentment.

In a small village on the outskirts of Xiangyang, Zeng Jing carried a vegetable basket and walked on a country road with a calm smile on her face.

In the vegetable basket are fresh vegetables and a large piece of fat and thin pork.

"Sister-in-law of the Li family, have you entered the city again?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, your life is good!"

By the side of the path and by the creek, two village girls were washing clothes. When they saw Zeng Jing, their eyes lit up.

Zeng Jing wore a floral sarong, looked at the two village girls, and said with a smile, "Good morning, Aunt Zhang, good morning, Aunt Wang."

Without exchanging too many pleasantries, Zeng Jing walked straight back.

After all, she was the former Xiaoyu, a deterrent black and white killer, and she couldn't completely become a village girl. The calm temperament on her body was very different from that of the village girls.

Looking at Zeng Jing's back, Wang's wife rolled her eyes and complained to Zhang's daughter-in-law beside her, "Fate is different from person to person. Zeng Jing has a good life. She married a scholar and lived a good life. There is meat in the meal, and there is no need to pick up food like us."

"I don't think Zeng Jing is pretty. The scholar of the Li family looks handsome. How could he fall in love with her?"

Zeng Jing's hearing was subtle, and the smile on her face became even calmer as she listened to the gossip behind her.

This is the life she wants.

Back in the yard, Zeng Jing took a look at Lear who was still meditating, and walked to the kitchen without disturbing her, and started her busy day.

She is not keen on practicing qigong, and prefers to do some housework.

Lear sat cross-legged on the bluestone in the yard, his heart turned to the sky, breathing out the purple energy of the sun.

At noon, the sun was full, Lear finished his work, and there was a faint purple in his eyes.

The marrow washing scripture is a small success!

It has been more than a month since I came to Xiangyang, and Lear has never slacked off.

The poor and the rich.

Lear is not short of money.

The marrow-washing meridian made up for Lier's bone problem, and his progress was rapid. In just over a month, he opened up three more meridians on top of the original four meridians.

Sometimes Lear wondered whether his talent could be considered a monster.

Now if he confronts the wheel-turning king again, Lear is confident that he can be easily beheaded by the sword.

After lunch, Zeng Jing continued to work, and Lear began to practice sword.

The highest good is like water, water benefits all things without fighting.

The door of all wonders is mysterious and mysterious.

There are different lengths, offense and defense are integrated, offense and defense are combined, and defense is hidden in offense.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and Li Er stood in the courtyard holding his sword.

Blue sky and white clouds, the breeze is not dry.

Lear closed his eyes.

He got it.

The three-and-a-half-foot-long water-piercing sword made a circle in his hand, and as his figure flickered, the person followed the sword, and the sword merged into one.

The long sword is like water.

Circle, circle, collapse, split, stab, wash, grid, tease.

The body of the bright silver sword is like silky flowing water, unable to grasp the traces, and also unpredictable, the virtual and the real coexist.

At this moment, Li Er completely combined the 41-way Pishui swordsmanship, the Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship, and the Zanci swordsmanship from Jiang Asheng, and came up with a brand new swordsmanship exclusively for him.

Zeng Jing leaned against the door, she couldn't help but marvel.

Now, she could no longer see the trajectory of Xianggong's sword.

Xianggong's swordsmanship has been improved to another level!

Zeng Jing was originally a master of swordsmanship. When she was in the rivers and lakes in the past, the 41-way Pishui sword caused a bloody storm in her hands.

She can be sure that in the world, there will be no one with better swordsmanship than Xianggong.

Of course, the one from Wudang Mountain doesn't count.

Lear retracted his sword with joy on his face, and he could feel the great progress himself.

This brand new sword technique is already considered the top sword technique in the world.

He named this set of sword techniques Xuanmen Pishuijian.

Perhaps, it's time to go to Wudang.

Zhang Sanfeng in this world is still the Patriarch of Wudang.