[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

The shopkeeper in this inn, the little old man, has been nicknamed Jianghu for a long time.

Fang Tianzhi asked the right person, Feng Jianghu has been old for a long time, and the people with Zhamuhe can really make some insignificant friendships.Feng Feng had been to the nearest stronghold for half a day, and he could tell the way clearly by gesticulating with his hands and feet.

At this time, the red sun was sinking to the west, the sky was dim, and the wind and sand were blowing harder and harder.Fang Tian didn't have a good rest for more than ten days in the wild, so he didn't rush to go, and stayed in this black shop first.

For a long time, the wind was busy like a dog's leg, and even brought clean and hot bedding by himself, swept the whole room up and down, and brought a few large buckets of clean hot water for this unruly Buddha to scrub.His eyes are very sharp, and he has already seen that Fang Tianzhi's attack is serious, but he has no intention of killing, so he is full of heart to confess him respectfully, and send Zao Ansheng away as soon as possible.

Seeing that he even rolled up his sleeves, Fang Tianzhi was about to hand over the hot cotton towel, and opened his mouth to stop him, saying: "Except for this basin of water, take the rest. Fresh water in the desert is hard to come by, so save it for others." Those who really need it may be able to save a few more lives."

Feng Zuo looked awe-struck for a long time, and said solemnly: "Master's compassionate heart is very admirable."

Fang Tianzhi knew that he was just flattering, so he ignored it, and continued calmly: "You have been running a black shop for 20 years, so you must have killed a lot of people. I wonder if there are eight hundred?"

After a long time, the wind was soaked by his cold gaze, and he felt cold all over, and immediately stammered: "This... villain has never counted."

Fang Tianzhi gave a "hmm" and said, "That's more than eight hundred."

For a long time, Feng felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly said: "At most eight hundred, definitely not more than eight hundred."

Fang Tianzhi said: "Okay. Even if you have killed [-] people." He was silent for a while, and said slowly, "You have committed such a crime, and it is reasonable to kill you with one palm. But I neither I intend to kill you, and I don’t want to catch you to go to the six gates. Do you know why?”

After a long time, Feng heard the "palm death", and just broke out in white sweat, the conversation changed as if he had landed in heaven, and the skinny old man grinned a smile that was uglier than crying, and he was really embarrassed, "Little ...The villain doesn't know, please show me the master."

Fang Tianzhi said lightly: "Because you stay here to open a shop, it will be more useful than anywhere else in the world." He raised his hand and gently pulled the cotton towel in Feng's hand, put it in the basin and soaked it. Liao Jin said, "From today onwards, you will continue to open a store here, but you must not seek wealth or kill yourself, and you must not make a high price for profit. You must be an honest person."

Feng was a little unclear for a long time, so he said in a low voice: "Yes, the villain will definitely be the most honest person in the future."

Fang Tianzhi said: "There is no evidence for what you say. You make a roster."

Feng didn't understand for a long time, so he just said: "Yes, make a roster."

Fang Tianzhi glanced at him, "In the future, whenever a traveler passes by this store, if he is treated well by you and saves a life from the desert, it will be considered as a person saved by you. You will name the person, The appearance and place of residence are carefully recorded in the book, and the book is sent to me every year for review. When there are 600 people in the book, when will this matter be considered closed. "

Feng was stunned for a long time, and said for a long time: "One... one thousand and six hundred people?"

Fang Tianzhi smiled, "Is it too much?"

For a long time, Feng didn't dare to argue, he lowered his head and said, "Not much, not much... The villain remembers."

He readily agreed, but he didn't even ask where to find Fang Tianzhi, it was just perfunctory.

Fang Tianzhi was not angry, but slowly wrung out the cotton towel in his hand, sighed: "The poor monk has a few last words, the old benefactor had better memorize them clearly. Fake, I will kill you. If you dare not come for a year, I will still kill you. Even if you go to the ends of the earth, or go deep into the ground and become a snake or rat, the poor monk will have a way to find you out."

His tone was not cold, but there was a kind of peace and ruthlessness, "In the future, every mid-autumn year, remember to come to Minnan Dongxin Temple to find me."

Fang Tianzhi's fame seems to be greater than expected.

If Ban Tianfeng was originally like a flattering weasel wagging his tail, he has completely changed since he heard the word "Dongxin Temple".

He held the bucket and closed the door gently, like a docile and honest Shiba dog.

Does a monk who treats patients all the year round and whose martial arts are unknown, have such a great deterrent effect?

What exactly is Lao Jianghu Ban Tianfeng afraid of?

Fang Tianzhi didn't ask.

If one man's fear could save a thousand lives, why bother with the cause of the fear?

When meditating at night, his mind was full of the route to Jamuhe stronghold tomorrow, the possible identity of Avalokitesvara in Stone Forest, and where exactly Chu Liuxiang was.I thought that I would continue to try my luck for another ten days in the vast desert, but unexpectedly, the next day, Chu Liuxiang came to the door by himself——

He actually disguised himself as an ugly hunchback, and was led like a dog by a black-clothed swordsman to a black shop in the wind for a long time!

It was noon, and Fang Tianzhi was not in the front shop at that time, but was sitting in the room eating the stewed noodles with soy sauce and beans that Feng brought over for a long time. You will find that Chu Liuxiang has been here before.

And when Fang Tianzhi heard the sound and looked ahead, Feng Zheng shrank behind the black swordsman with a face like paper for a long time, tightly covering his bloody neck with his skirt, seven feet away, a girl in red was holding a knife in her jade hand , is flicking lightly——

It was a small and beautiful silver knife, and the blade was stained with half a day of wind's blood.

The girl's face was more eye-catching than the shining silver knife. She sighed softly, and then asked the black-clothed swordsman with a sweet smile, "Why did you save him? The news of our meeting is best except for each other. , only the dead know."

Behind the black-clothed swordsman, Chu Liuxiang, who was squatting in the corner, changed his face, but the halo behind his head was really eye-catching. Fang Tianzhi recognized his identity at a glance, and at the same time he was relieved, he realized that he had a companion with him. It was tied to the rope together, and it was an ugly pockmark.

Chu Xiangshuai couldn't be tied down with a rope.

So no matter Mazi or swordsman, they must be Chu Liuxiang's friends.

In the blink of an eye, the indifferent swordsman with a stiff and pale face said, "He shouldn't die."

The red-clothed girl couldn't help giggling: "Won't the wind deserve to die? Do you know how many people he killed in total in the black shop he opened in this desert for 20 years?"

The swordsman in black fell silent.

Mazi and Tuozi glanced at each other, and then turned their gazes to a dusty traveler beside Ban Tianfeng.The man's lips were chapped, and his hair was full of yellow sand. At this time, he was holding a drained water bowl in a daze.

He might really not know how he could easily get water in a black shop?

Could it be that you are dreaming?

After half a day, Feng knew that the situation was not good, and when he turned his head and saw Fang Tianzhi, it was as if he had seen a relative. He immediately ignored the wound, stretched his neck and hissed, "Master, master, help me!"

The swordsman, pockmarked, traveler, and girl all looked back subconsciously, and Chu Liuxiang was no exception.And the moment he saw Fang Tianzhi, his eyes suddenly lit up like stars!

Fang Tian didn't know why he had to dress up like this, so he didn't try to expose it.The girl in red looked him up and down coquettishly, and opened her mouth to say, "Oh, so there is a great monk here. Great monk, I don't know how to call you?"

Fang Tianzhi felt as if a piece of fresh meat was being targeted by wolves, but he put his palms together calmly and said, "The poor monk is polite. What's the name of the female benefactor?"

The girl in red didn't insist on asking, and said with a smile: "My name is Changsun Hong. Master, what are you doing in the desert?"

Fang Tianzhi also smiled, "I heard that there is a stone forest in the desert, and there is a Guanyin in the stone forest, and they are here to worship." He stared blankly at the girl named Changsun Hong, and saw her expression change. , then slowly continued, "I just don't know where the fairyland is, so I have to search hard. Have you ever heard of Guanyin in the Stone Forest?"

Changsun Hong only changed his face for a moment, then smiled as usual, and said softly: "You are really asking the right person. I happen to know that place, Master, isn't it like me?"

Fang Tianzhi said happily: "Then thank you benefactor for leading the way."

Chang Sunhong turned to the black-clothed swordsman again: "Shall we go?" While speaking, she seemed to have forgotten Feng Feng for a long time, and she didn't intend to kill any more.

But she thinks so, but it doesn't mean that others think so too.

Fang Tianzhi walked side by side with the swordsman, and when he went out, he saw a long, narrow and elegant bamboo boat perched on the sand like a sleigh cart. Looking up, he saw a dozen figures against the light standing on the deck, all of them in white clothes floating Gone with the wind, like a servant who obeys orders.There is a bead curtain hanging outside the cabin, and Chang Sun Hong's three companions are waiting inside, except for a rogue-headed ugly man with a beard, the rest are two imposing blue-eyed barbarians.

Before the two barbarians opened their mouths, Changsun Hong laughed first and said, "It was very fateful during that half day, Mr. Yidianhong refused to let me kill him, so I had no choice but to obey."

It turned out that the swordsman in black was a little red from the Central Plains.

Fang Tianzhi had heard of Dianhong's reputation as a killer, and he had heard about it when he lived in the mountains, but unexpectedly he became friends with Chu Liuxiang.

One of the barbarians frowned slightly, and then said with a hearty smile: "It's a trivial matter, it's harmless." After finishing speaking, he cast a wink at Chang Sunhong and asked, "This master is..."

Changsun Hong said: "This is a good friend who is going to visit Shilin."

The ugly man with the deer head and rat head bowed his head and said nothing at this moment, "Why don't I know such a good friend?"

His voice was a bit serious, but Chang Sun Hong didn't hear anything strange for a while, but her face was slightly red, she giggled and said, "When he arrives in Stone Forest and receives hospitality, won't he become a good friend?"

The ugly man asked, "Does Madam know?"

Chang Sunhong gave him a sideways look, and said, "Madam will know soon. She will only be happy."

The two barbarians heard that Changsun Hong's words were vague, and they had no intention of introducing Fang Tianzhi to them, so they knew that nothing serious would happen, and immediately ignored Fang Tianzhi, but were busy making friends with Dian Hongtao. It was the king who entrusted a little red to kill them.

Fang Tianzhi just listened obediently, his mind was not on it, his eyes kept on the ugly man with the head of a rat.The ugly man didn't look at him, as if deliberately avoiding him, instead he looked at the pockmarked and hunchback behind a little red, seemingly unintentionally.

Fang Tianzhi asked suddenly: "The benefactor knows me?"

The ugly man smiled: "I live far away outside the pass, and I have never met the master." After finishing speaking, he said to Changsun Hong, "I'll go down and have a look, and you can come to me later." He wanted to withdraw and go.

At this time, there was a sharp whistle outside the boat, and dozens of giant eagles spread their wings from the sledge of the bamboo boat. The black shadows were reflected by the window and gradually flew higher and higher. They dragged the bamboo boat and started slowly, and the boat was getting faster and faster. , it is obvious that the white-clothed servants outside command well.

Fang Tianzhi stared at the ugly man's back, suddenly felt inexplicably touched, and felt an indescribable familiarity.The empty tomb of Southern Shaolin, the reminder of the thrush bird, and the Guanyin on the paper seemed to be intertwined for a moment. He didn't have time to think about it, and his hand moved with his thoughts, and a finger shot out at a distance of two feet. The back of the ugly man.

This finger was not intended to hurt people, and it was not as sharp and stinging as a sword like it was decades ago, but the ugly man somehow sensed it, and suddenly jumped to the side, his figure was as nimble as a ghost in the air Flip over and avoid this finger.

Seeing it, Chu Liuxiang secretly praised Haojun's posture, but at the next moment, he suddenly felt a thunderbolt clearing the fog in his mind——

Martial arts practitioners cannot fake in times of crisis. The martial arts they use are often the ones they trust and are best at.The martial arts that this ugly man used just now is not any kind of martial arts in the Central Plains, but a kind of Japanese ninjutsu.

Chu Liuxiang had seen this kind of ninjutsu on a good friend.

That person is Wuhua!

Fang Tian's fingertips were everywhere, and the sound of the wind broke through the air. Everyone on the boat had never seen such martial arts, and they were all stunned.Before Chang Sun Hong could react, the sharp wind sounded in his ears again, and Wuhua's figure in the air froze inexplicably, and fell heavily to the ground. However, when the old strength was exhausted and the new strength was not born, Fang Tian Then he sent out another finger force and hit the acupuncture point.

In that instant, Chu Liuxiang had already figured out many mysteries under the agitation of his mood, and immediately raised his arms, broke the rope on his body, and rushed straight to Changsun Hong.The pockmarked and Yidianhong also seemed to have a tacit understanding with him, and they shot almost at the same time, restraining the two barbarians in front of them.

The rabbit rises and the falcon falls, and the host and guest on the boat have already changed positions.

Chu Liuxiang took a deep breath, turned her head to look at Fang Tianzhi, only to find that Fang Tianzhi was also looking at him gently.

His heart moved, and he said, "You..."

Fang Tianzhi said slowly: "It seems that your situation is not bad."

After hearing this, Chu Liuxiang knew that he already knew who he was, and couldn't help but said: "Well, it seems that you have recognized me a long time ago. You seem to have a way to recognize me."

Fang Tianzhi couldn't help thinking of the first time we met in the gambling shop, and sighed with a smile: "Long time no see, Chu Liuxiang."

He paused, "I thought I would have to try my luck in the desert for a while before I could find you."

Chu Liuxiang wondered, "Are you here to find me?"

Fang Tianzhi said: "It's a long story. Someone left me a letter saying that you seemed to be in trouble in the desert."

Chu Liuxiang's face covered with clay was slightly startled.He seemed moved, and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just walked up to Fang Tianzhi, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled with his ugly hunchback——

This smile is full of sincere joy and emotion.

Fang Tianzhi looked at him, and couldn't help being infected by it, and couldn't help smiling.

In the face of precious friendship, sometimes besides smiling at each other, do we need more words?

Chu Liuxiang sighed after laughing, "Then you must have recognized who he is."

Fang Tianzhi was silent for a moment.

He looked at Wu Hua who fell motionless on the floor, and said after a while: "That's right. I also recognize him."

The author has something to say: I saw that many friends were asking questions in the comments. After thinking about it, I decided to tell everyone that this article is almost finished now.

Yes, the novel you have been chasing for three years is coming to an end.

The Holy Monk is the longest novel I have ever written, and it is also the first serious male protagonist novel. I spent a lot of effort writing this book, and I lost a lot of hair (?), and I feel like I am writing in the process The technique is slowly improving, but it also exposed some problems that I didn't realize.Among them, there are two most important points.

One, very prominent, is my habit of not writing detailed outlines, which made me suffer a lot in this book.Because I didn’t write a detailed outline, although I searched a lot of information, it seemed to be written easily and seamlessly cut into the gaps in the plot of the original work, but in fact everything was carried out in my mind. I had a general idea, but I got it in the process of writing. It will lengthen the original length, and on a whim, I will add another plot that I like, such as Yitian Tulongji met Timur, passed a Tao and won [-] points... It was very cool at the time... It was just the end The result is a world that writes plot content far beyond its intended goals.

This directly led to a result, the protagonist Chao Gang grew up...

Whether it is the value of force or his mental journey, the growth that should have been completed in several worlds was completed in one world... In my original 20-word outline, I originally planned to write about seven worlds , each world has more than [-] chapters, this rhythm is also in line with my usual writing habits of comprehensive martial arts.

In the imagination, the achievement of finger force leaving the body like sword energy should be achieved in Tianlongbabu.All four are empty, and it must be completed in the peerless double pride.The level of the three poisons is not stained, and the upgrade is completed at the end of the hero who is the hero, so that the protagonist's force value can be kept at a high level, but it is not invincible, close to a reasonable range of gods.As for the level of forgetting things and me, I didn't intend for the protagonist to reach this level from the beginning, because he can't become a holy monk at all.

However, as you can see, because I write as I please, you may not have noticed at first, but this article has been seriously derailed under the length of Yitian Tulongji, and the protagonist has already lost his sword energy in Yitian.I bit the bullet and did not change my color. The car that I derailed, I had to continue to drive with tears in my eyes, and I had to keep advancing the setting. So not long after, the protagonist completed all four achievements in North Shaolin.

And the martial arts of the protagonist's One Finger Zen are complemented and improved due to the growth and change of mentality, so this leads to the fact that after writing this world, the protagonist has completed all the transformation and growth in my established goal, and he should go to reincarnation.

Afterwards, I will forcibly travel through, if I have to make up, maybe I can still make up the plot, but there will be a feeling of being out of the play that is inappropriate and mismatched. Why does he do this with the protagonist’s mentality, and why does he get involved in this matter? That is to say, in order to ensure the sense of participation, Fang Tianzhi will inevitably do things that are inconsistent with the character design, which is equivalent to the collapse of the character, and also deviates from the original intention of the fan: to integrate into the original world reasonably full of imagination and interest.

This book reaches the end of this world, and Xiaofang can no longer continue to fulfill the original intention of this kind of fan writing.

The combination of his martial arts and tricks is already like a land god, and many originally exciting fights have been like blowing the wind through the window to him.Some regrets that he has not experienced have been satisfied, and some regrets that he cannot make up for, and he will never forget them.He went from being a bad person who confessed his mistakes and doing good deeds with utilitarianism, to a bad person who confessed his mistakes and was enlightened by Buddhism, and finally found that he could not achieve the liberation guided by Buddhism, and his only liberation was still reincarnation, so he re-firmed his original intention.

A man with extremely high martial arts, and his desire to go further in martial arts has become extremely Buddhist. He only wants to do good deeds, and he is no longer interested in disputes between the rivers and lakes. Such a Xiaofang has completed the evolution that should have been completed in the 7 worlds. I racked my brains and couldn't figure out how to continue writing.

He has already climbed to the top of the mountain, and he has reached the top of the mountain with his original intention. What reason does he have to turn around and go down the mountain?

So I thought about it for a long time. Although the reason is that I let myself go and the rhythm is not good enough, the book is relatively complete so far, and I have finished writing what I want to write and what I should write.

All in all, it's time to reincarnate.

As for the second exposed problem, it is caused by imitation.Writing doujin is just for fun. In order to increase the sense of substitution, I like to imitate the original style of writing. The length is not obvious. This article unexpectedly writes hundreds of thousands of words in a world. Although I have deceived myself and others to comfort myself, this kind of eloquence Come on, slow-paced martial arts is also what I want, but this can't hide the fact that this writing method is also the fact that I suddenly became interested in writing, abandoned the original outline, and created willfully... and then again, the problem caused It is because I am compared to the boss, like Qiuying is compared to the bright moon. Imitation will eventually reveal the dog's tail. I can't write in the style of the boss. In order to stay close to the style, my writing methods are restricted instead.When I want to write something, my first consideration becomes how to write in style, rather than simply how to write clearly and well.The boss writes it himself, he naturally controls his own style as he pleases, and expresses everything he wants to express with ease in this style, but I, a stinky brother, definitely can't do it...

Since I am trying to express my thoughts in a style that does not belong to me, the length of the story is naturally stretched, and I write very slowly. I often have to think for a long time before I can barely do something.After a long time, it not only limits my writing methods, but also limits my writing rhythm.This further leads to the problem mentioned in the first point, the rhythm of this article is gradually out of my control.

Recognizing your own shortcomings is always a good thing.

I tried my best to write this book, although it did not meet my expectations, but I think that I have successfully written the protagonist I want to write and the story line I want to express.Veteran readers may know a little bit of my style habits. My novels generally serve the protagonist’s growth and change process. When the protagonist’s goal is completed, the story also completes its mission. care.

This writing habit is probably the reason why I never write detailed outlines... Because the outline is just the outline of the story, the real outline of my book is actually the outline of the protagonist's mental journey, maybe twenty words can express it clearly, and the plot is all thought of If it is suitable, it is suitable for the protagonist to have a feeling, just put it in and write it like that.Maybe this is not a good writing practice?In the future, I may try to write a story-based novel that strictly follows the outline of the story, and then inserts a novel about the protagonist's growth experience at a suitable position.Maybe this is the right way, I am the evil way, and I am putting the cart before the horse?Now I don't quite get it, maybe more writing is needed before I know my own answer!

Speaking of which, when I wrote Lisao back then, I was even more immature, and the story was more arbitrary, completely serving the protagonist's mental journey, so many people criticized my book for moaning, pretentious, and piling up rhetoric, as if I was writing prose on my own, ah. my heart hurts...

In this book, I put more emphasis on the story, but in essence I just want to write about how a demon leader who is not too face-to-face, gradually changes in the process of becoming a monk, and finally atones for his sins and saves himself.After successfully accomplishing this goal, this book is not in vain. As for the regrets left behind, it is also a precious imprint of growth!

I hope that I can make more progress in the next book, and I also sincerely thank the stubborn (?) book friends who accompanied me for three years, grew up with me, and waited for the end of this article.The word "book friend" is not a habit of this site, but I suddenly feel that it is also very appropriate to use it here.

Thank you friends for your continued tolerance.I hope that Xiaofang and I did not disappoint you, but brought you happiness and satisfaction!

Let's go to the next book, see you soon!