One Piece: Flowing Blade-Like Flame

At this time, Hui Kong was meditating in her own meditation room, and a little novice was waiting at the door, when she saw Zhang Yang approaching with her hands folded and said,

"Donor Ye, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm looking for Master Huiyun for something, and I also ask Master Hui to report it on his behalf."

"Wait a minute, I'll pass it on for you."

After a while, the little novice came out,

"Please, the donor, the abbot will let you in."

It also puts his hands together: "I have a benefactor."

When he entered the Buddhist room, he saw Hui Kong sitting on the futon with a string of rosary beads in his hand.

Zhang Yang then seriously looked at the monk in front of him.

I saw that Zen Master Huiyun was wearing a red gold-inlaid robes with a string of sandalwood rosary hanging on his chest, and the small rosary on his hand was the same. There were bursts of refreshing scents, and when I looked at my face, my face was full of kindness, the eyebrows were white, and the gray long beard hung on the chest, giving people a very mysterious and fairy-like feeling.

Hye Yun stopped twisting the rosary, then turned and stood up.

"Ye Shizhu, I already understand your intentions, but I didn't expect your progress to be so fast. Now I can't even catch up with you, Lao Na."

"The master is overwhelmed. Compared with your old predecessors, I am still very unqualified, and I hope that the master will give more guidance."

"The donor is too modest, now I will take you to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion."

When he said that, he led Zhang Yang to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which is located in the southern courtyard of Shaolin Temple, close to the place where the eminent monks of different generations of Shaolin Temple sit and transform.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a four-story tower-shaped building. The elders and abbots of the past dynasties on the top floor have no right to enter. Of course, Zhang Yang cannot go up to the fourth floor.

Bring Zhang Yang to the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion,

"Ye Sovereign Lord, go in by yourself, there are elders in them and they will take you there."

"Master Lao."

"This is Lao Na's business."

Looking up at the plaque on the lintel, there is a softness among the three vigorous words "Cangjing Pavilion", and each word has its own mystery. Together, the three words give people a more mysterious feeling. .

He shook his head, and then walked in.

At the door there was already a monk like Huikong waiting for him. This monk looked more vicissitudes of life than Huikong but the kindness was thicker.

"Ye donor, the poor monk has no intentions."

Zhang Yang puts his hands together, "You have a master without heart."

"The Zangjing Pavilion has a history of 1,500 years and has a collection of more than 100,000 books, including 60,000 books of various Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist insights, various martial arts secrets, and 40,000 books by some seniors." One floor. It is the first category of Buddhist scriptures, the second floor is Buddhist martial arts, the third floor is martial arts classics, and the fourth floor is some books that have not been passed on. Only the elders and abbots of the past can refer to them.

"I want to go up to the third floor and have a look."

"Okay, I will take you up now."

After reading all the titles of the books, I discovered that most of these books are cheats, but a few of them are some tips. Then I turned over some books that I thought were good, and remembered all these things in his mind. Of course, it was no problem with his ability to remember them. It took a day to remember all these things. Living. After doing these well, he began to focus on a few books that he valued.

Most of these books are the martial arts insights of some seniors, and they are all about high-level martial arts insights. For Zhang Yang, these are exactly what he needs now. During this period of time, he suddenly became a little uncomfortable with his own growth. He grew too fast, which caught him off guard. Because he still doesn't know anything about higher realms. And now the martial arts insights of these sages are extremely important to him.

The first thing he picked up was a book written on parchment called "Budo Wenxin". This was written by a Taoist named Lvzhujushi, although I don't understand the reason why a Taoist book written by a Taoist priest will be in the land of Buddhism. Of course, none of this is important anymore. The important thing is that this book allows him to learn something.

In his "Budo Asking Heart", the Buddhist priest explained in detail that the martial art has a very important relationship with the martial artist's mind.

he thinks:

The mind is boundless, containing all things, thinking and thinking are Tao, Tao begets one, life two, two beget all things. The mind is the Tao, and the Tao is the heart, so it is said that the mind gives birth to one, one lives two, and two gives birth to all dharmas. All laws are unified, then martial arts.

This is only the general outline, and the following text will elaborate on the martial arts he knows in detail. I can see it sighing.

This book is so arrogant, it defines Tao so profoundly and plainly, Tao is in the heart, and Tao is the heart. But it is true. The Tao is erratic and inclusive of all things. No one has been able to make a name for it, and the mind is the same. It accommodates all things and accepts all things.

Close the page, quietly looking at the sky outside the tower, looking at the stars in the sky, the deeper you look, the more confused you look. Gradually, he found that his heart gradually fits with the world, and all the movement in the distance is so clear, as if he has blended into the world. It's just that there are always some indescribable things in the meantime that he can't see through.

It was late at night, but he did not leave the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Instead, he sat with the old Dao named Wuxin, meditating quietly, adjusting the violent qi in his body that had not been subdued because of the breakthrough. There was nothing to say all night, this was the fourth day he had stayed in this hidden sword pavilion.

On this day, Zhang Yang woke up early. He walked out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion alone, and walked in the deep and quaint courtyard of Shaolin, breathing the fresh air, watching the flying birds that occasionally stay on the branches and screaming. The cicada had a long-lost peace in his heart. It has been four months since I left the Tibetan sword pavilion. In these four months, I have experienced many things, met many people, and gained a lot of things, but the peace in my heart was missing. The complicated martial arts confused his heart, and his heart was gradually deceived by hatred. Perhaps, it was a mistake to choose to leave at the beginning, but people are involuntarily in the rivers and lakes, and there are certain things that they must do. That is the responsibility that I must bear on my shoulders.

The gentle wind gently brushed his face, and the wind in late summer and early autumn was less wild and more gentle. Turning back to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he continued to search for the book he wanted to find among the pair of stacked bookshelves.

After walking past the bookshelves, suddenly in an inconspicuous corner, a yellow book showed a corner, squatted down and picked up the book. The book was wrapped in a yellow book cover, but I couldn’t see it clearly. what material. On the cover is written a few words with a powerful momentum-"Sword Intent Jue". ..