[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

After leaving the abbot's abode, it was already twilight. Song Qingshu stood in front of the door and watched a round of thin sun slowly poke out his head from behind the mountain peak not far away. He sighed slowly and followed Mo Shenggu together. Following Zen Master Kongzhi, he went to the famous Sutra Pavilion.As soon as the two approached, they saw the eighteen stick monks in Shaolin standing guard outside the Sutra Pavilion. Zen Master Kongzhi and the eighteen stick monks exchanged passwords in a low voice before they could enter the door and passed three checkpoints Only then entered the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.When Song Qingshu saw this situation, he immediately understood. Seeing that there was no one around, he hurriedly asked in a low voice: "Chan Master Kongzhi, the Yuanzhen Yu faction in your sect has not been cleaned up yet?"

Kong Zhi got along with Song Qingshu a few times, and got used to his sharp eyes and ears, he sighed: "Yuan Zhen is treacherous by nature, and he is good at flattering and playing tricks. He has been in Shaolin for more than [-] years, and I don't know how many Shaolin disciples have been deceived by him. Now With Yuan soldiers oppressing them, it is extremely difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake."

Hearing Kongzhi's words, Song Qingshu finally understood why Abbot Kongwen could say that no one in Shaolin mastered all of the 72 unique skills.It turns out that it is not true to be able to master all of them, and it is true that it is not clear which Shaolin monks who have mastered unique skills are enemies or friends.While the two were talking, the Shaolin monk who was in charge of sweeping the Sutra Pavilion had been ordered by Kong Zhi to bring all the 72 special skills cheats.Mo Shenggu saw these secret books piled up to be as high as half a person, he was startled immediately, and cried out: "So many?"

Song Qingshu also had a headache when he saw these cheat books, he is a Wudang disciple, even if he has learned all these 72 special skills, he still cannot switch to Shaolin.Besides, Wudang Kungfu and Shaolin Kungfu are not in the same way. To memorize these 72 unique skills, it is obvious that he has to work hard.Thinking of this, he immediately sat down cross-legged, flipped through these secret books and said to Kong Zhi: "Time is running out, please ask Zen Master Kong Zhi to sort out these secret books, and the juniors will memorize the most important ones first. If there are any Shaolin disciples It would be great if trusted disciples come to memorize it together."

Kong Zhi rearranged these secret books according to his words, and pushed the whole pile in front of Song Qingshu, saying in ten words: "There are so many people with mixed opinions, it is inevitable that the news will leak out, and I will leave everything to Song Shaoxia!" Before Song Qingshu could respond, Again. "Three meals a day will be provided by the Shaolin monks. It doesn't matter what Song Shaoxia wants to use." After finishing speaking, he bowed and turned to leave.

Song Qingshu stared at Kongzhi's back in dumbfounded, and said after a long time: "Isn't he afraid that I won't be able to memorize it? Or out of selfishness, even if I memorize it, he won't give it back to Shaolin?"

Hearing this, Mo Shenggu only smiled slightly behind Song Qingshu, and said in a low voice: "Shaolin has been established for hundreds of years, but you are not a Shaolin disciple who can enter the Buddhist scriptures pavilion dignifiedly. Qingshu, you are still No. 1. But the abbot Fan Kongwen Even if you have the slightest doubt about you, even if you are capable, he will never let you in."

Mo Shenggu's words were obviously a very high evaluation of Song Qingshu's character, Song Qingshu couldn't help being slightly startled when he heard it.I wanted to say something, but found that I couldn't say anything, so I took the "Yi Jin Jing" that Zen Master Kongzhi put on the top of the pile of books, and buried my head in reading it.He is born with a photographic memory, although there are many cheats here, three days is enough for him to read them all.Now that you can read it, you will naturally recite it.

However, memorizing this martial arts secret book is not as easy as memorizing the Four Books and Five Classics.Shaolin Kungfu is famous for its glory and prestige. Being able to enter the Shaolin Cangjing Pavilion and learn every move and a half style is the dream of martial arts practitioners.Song Qingshu has deep experience in martial arts and good comprehension, but he can understand the essence of martial arts that others can hardly comprehend at a glance.Now these top martial arts cheats in the Central Plains martial arts are being used by him at will in front of his eyes. Even if he knew that he should not use his mind rashly so as not to get mad, he can't help but feel swayed after knowing many essential martial arts.He knew that reciting secret books was a life-and-death situation, so the speed had been deliberately slowed down a lot. When he felt a little upset, he hurriedly closed the book, breathed out and adjusted his breath, and continued only after his mind became clear.However, he is still young and lacks concentration. When he read the third volume of the secret book "Nianhua Fingering", he gradually lost his mind, and it was difficult to control himself.

Mo Shenggu has been looking at Song Qingshu for a moment since Song Qingshu began to recite the secret books. At this moment, seeing his face flushed and sweating profusely, he hurriedly stepped forward, supported Song Qingshu's shoulder and shouted: "Qingshu!" He turned a deaf ear, murmured, and turned the pages faster and faster.Mo Shenggu knew that this was a sign of madness, so he immediately took the secret book from Song Qingshu's hand and threw it aside, and at the same time punched Song Qingshu on the shoulder.Mo Shenggu's fist is Wudang Taijiquan, the strength of the fist seems to be loose but not loose, it will show but not show.With one punch, the strength from Yunmen acupoint went straight to Tanzhong acupoint, the strength was broken but the intention continued, instantly straightening out Song Qingshu's messy internal energy, but it didn't hurt him at all.Just by this punch, one can know that Mo Shenggu's martial arts has reached the first-class level in Jianghu.

Song Qingshu panted for a while, gradually came to his senses, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Seven..."

Seeing his haggard and exhausted look, Mo Shenggu felt distressed for a while.He didn't say a word of reproach, but slowly took it into his arms, and said softly: "Don't be impatient, rest for a while and watch again."

Song Qingshu nodded slightly in Mo Shenggu's arms, and after calming down for a while, he smiled and said, "This is really too much! If I read any of these secret books for three days, I will benefit a lot. Now I have all 72 secret books. , only three days, it is really going to die!"

Mo Shenggu also knew this truth, and after being silent for a while, he suddenly responded: "No wonder Abbot Kongwen never mentioned the difference between families, and he assured you to memorize these 72 unique skills alone. I thought..." At this point, Mo Sheng Gu's face turned red suddenly, and he turned his head away in embarrassment, and didn't say anything else.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu's heart was moved, and he asked suddenly: "It turns out that Uncle Qi just said that there are different sects, and that I am not a Shaolin disciple. Is he worried that Abbot Kongwen will ask me to join the Shaolin sect under the excuse that I have read this Shaolin secret book?"

Mo Shenggu remained silent, but his expression became more embarrassing, obviously it was the answer.Mo Shenggu had long known that Abbot Kongwen valued Song Qingshu very much, and he offered to recruit Song Qingshu after the battle of Wan'an Temple.This time at the Lion Slaying Conference, Song Qingshu saw through Yuanzhen's conspiracy and persuaded the three old monks of Duzi generation to put aside their past grievances and calmly resolve the catastrophe in Shaolin. Kongwen valued him even more.Zhang Wuji is right, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.But Mo Shenggu knew that what he thought at the time was that he did not want Qingshu to leave Wudang no matter what, as for the life and death of Shaolin monks, he never cared about it at all.

Mo Shenggu valued him so much, and Song Qingshu's heart was agitated. He choked up and wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a word.After a long time, he said slowly: "Seventh Uncle, don't worry, Qingshu will definitely not betray his master and join another faction. It's just...just..."

"Just what?" Mo Shenggu hurriedly asked.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Shenggu in silence, and replied in a low voice: "It's just that I have already made a vow to cut off the ties of the world and always be with the green lamp. Even if I don't become a monk, I will become a monk in the future to practice Taoism." Saying that, he gently Grabbing Mo Shenggu's sleeve, he said softly. "Seventh Uncle, when I receive the precept, I will move to the back mountain to live permanently. It is rare for you and me to meet each other, and Seventh Uncle can come back to visit my wife from time to time..."

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Mo Shenggu was suddenly furious, pushed him to the ground, and asked sharply: "Why! Why would you rather accept precepts than get married?"

Song Qingshu just bowed his head and remained silent.After a while, he gradually got up from the ground, leaned against the bookshelf with his arms around his knees, and said in a low voice with a distant expression: "Don't you understand that Uncle Qi has your persistence, so naturally I have mine too." .The Wudang sect is originally a Taoist sect. If I want to take precepts and practice Taoism, Grand Master will not object. Even if Dad is not happy, he will not object."

"Uncle Qi doesn't understand what you are insisting on?" Mo Shenggu sighed weakly, his nephew was far more stubborn than he thought in his heart.After the words came out of his mouth, he came to his senses again, and then asked: "What oath? Why do you want to swear?"

Song Qingshu just smiled and shook his head, picked up the "Nianhua Fingering" that Mo Shenggu had thrown aside just now, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Seven, it's important. For the rest, let's put it aside for now!" , Open the book again and read it carefully.

Mo Shenggu was suffocated by Song Qingshu, is it a major event in his life or a trivial matter?He gritted his teeth and stared at Song Qingshu fiercely for a while, finally sighed quietly, took a volume of "Prajna Heart Sutra" from the bookshelf and recited it softly. "Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, if you practice the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, you will see that all five aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all hardships..."

Song Qingshu looked sideways at Mo Shenggu for a while, knowing that he was worried that he would go mad again, so he recited the Heart Sutra for him.Song Qingshu's heart was throbbing, and he hurriedly lowered his head and stared at the book, keeping his heart clear, engraved every word in the book deeply into his heart, and dared not forget it until he died.

Seeing this, it was late at night.Song Qingshu casually put aside the finished "Little Wuxiang Gong" and replaced it with a new candle. Only then did he realize that the heart sutras that had been ringing in his ears like gurgling water had stopped at some point.He followed the candlelight and turned his head to look. It turned out that Mo Shenggu, who had been reading the Heart Sutra all day, had already fallen asleep leaning against the bookshelf, but the volume of "Prajna Heart Sutra" was still firmly in his hand.At this time, everything was quiet, the dim yellow lights were flickering slightly, there was no one in the scripture library except him and Mo Shenggu, only countless books accompanied them.In this situation, Song Qingshu felt as if he was back in his childhood, when his master assigned a lot of homework, his father was too busy with Wudang general affairs, and his seventh uncle always accompanied him silently.

Song Qingshu looked at Mo Shenggu in silence for a long time, his heart was peaceful and joyful, he just felt that if time stopped at this moment, he would be willing for this life.However, he also understood that this was wishful thinking, so he couldn't help lowering his head and smiling slightly.After a while, he suddenly picked up the writing brush that was put aside, bent down, and crawled up to Uncle Qi with all four limbs together.Holding his breath, he lifted the pen carefully, and lightly stroked Mo Shenggu's face.Mo Shenggu, who was sleeping soundly, felt some itching on his face, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and stretched out his hand to scratch twice.Song Qingshu hastily retracted the brush, while carefully observing Mo Shenggu to prevent him from waking up suddenly; at the same time, he covered his mouth and nose forcefully, his shoulders trembling while holding back a smile.After a while, seeing that Mo Shenggu hadn't woken up, he raised his wrist and put a second stroke on Mo Shenggu's face.

Song Qingshu's movements are proficient in painting skills, and it's probably done after half a cup of tea.He took back the writing brush contentedly, but before he had time to appreciate his works in detail, a laugh burst out from the beam of the Sutra Pavilion.The laughter was suppressed and low-pitched, and then it was suppressed once more, and it was obviously unbearable after a long time.Song Qingshu was startled suddenly, and shouted: "Who is it?" The brush in his hand shot towards the source of the laughter like a sharp arrow.

Song Qingshu's martial arts is already among the first-class masters in the martial arts, and his ability to conceal weapons is taught by Mo Shenggu's words and deeds, which is very good.Unexpectedly, the writing brush was just flying halfway, when it was smashed into two pieces by a tyrannical zhenqi.Seeing his whereabouts being exposed, the gentleman on the beam burst out two long laughs, one long and one short, and they both replied in unison: "Song Shaoxia, you really have a skill!" As soon as the words fell, they smashed through the roof and walked away.

With this movement, Mo Shenggu had already woken up, and whispered: "Second Elder Xuanming!"

"They're here to steal scriptures!" Song Qingshu said clearly, clenched his fists as he spoke, and said to himself: How much did they see about what happened just now?How much did you guess?Under the dim candlelight, his eyes gradually turned cold and cruel, and it was obvious that he had murderous intentions.

The two old masters Xuanming came to Shaolin in the middle of the night, they made such a commotion, they soon attracted Kongwen and Kongzhi, two Zen masters, Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting from the Wudang sect together.Zen Master Kongzhi was the most impatient, and immediately asked: "Has there ever been a mistake in the scriptures?"

"Nothing!" Song Qingshu shook his head quietly.As long as you are a thief, you can only start in the dead of night when no one can see you.But just now he has been awake, the lamp is still on, and Seventh Uncle is by his side, Song Qingshu believes that they should not have found a chance to attack.

"Amitabha!" Chan Master Kongzhi sighed happily.

Abbot Kong Wen took a step up and asked: "Are Mo Qixia and Song Shaoxia injured?"

Song Qingshu shook his head again, and replied: "No." After a pause, he asked again. "Is there any movement down the mountain?"

"It's very quiet today. Wuji has already gone down the mountain. He said he wants to save the head of the Emei sect Zhou." Yu Lianzhou stepped forward and patted Song Qingshu on the shoulder, and asked with concern, "How many scriptures have you read?"

Song Qingshu rubbed the center of his brows casually, and replied: "Just finished reading "Little Wuxiang Gong", this is volume No.13."

Now the time has passed, it can be regarded as the second day.Kong Wen's ears twitched when he heard the progress, and he just wanted to comfort him by saying "Do your best".Yin Liting said with a smile: "At this speed, it is not difficult to read 72 volumes of scriptures in three days?"

Song Qingshu nodded honestly, and sighed: "I hope Wang Baobao will arrive later, so I can keep my back." As soon as he said this, everyone was silent for a while.When Wang Baobao arrived with his army, it was a fight of life and death.

At this moment, Mo Shenggu landed from the roof that was smashed by the second elder Xuanming, and said: "I think the second elder Xuanming has gone down the mountain, and he probably won't stay in Shaolin."

Before Mo Shenggu finished speaking, Yin Liting burst into laughter, pointed at him and said, "Seventh brother, you...you..."

Mo Shenggu asked back: "What's the matter with me?" Yin Liting laughed out loud and couldn't answer anymore.Mo Shenggu turned his head to look at the others with a puzzled expression again, but everyone's faces were distorted and they tried their best to hold back their laughter. Only Song Qingshu coughed twice, and moved back silently.

After a long while, Yu Lianzhou finally said quietly, "Go and wash your face."

Not knowing why, Mo Shenggu rushed downstairs, fetched a basin of water and took a look under the moonlight.I saw a turtle wagging its head and tail on his left face, and a naive big fat pig on his right face, and both the turtle and the fat pig were vivid.Mo Shenggu saw whose handwriting it was at a glance, immediately threw his fist into the water basin in a rage, and shouted: "Song Qingshu!"

Seeing Song Qingshu being dragged into the side room by the furious Mo Shenggu, Yu Lianzhou and Yin Liting, who also chose to stand by, couldn't help sighing in unison.After a long time, Yu Lianzhou bowed his hands to Kong Wen and Kong Zhi solemnly and said: "My Wudang sect has only two disciples of the nephew and nephew generation, Qing Shu and Wu Ji, so it's inevitable that they will be spoiled, and the two Zen masters will laugh at me!"

Song Qingshu's childlike innocence is still intact, but Kong Wen and Kong Zhi find it very interesting, and they can't help but smile at each other.Hearing that Abbot Kong's Dharma is profound and his power of concentration is extraordinary, he immediately ignored the tragic cries for help and begging for mercy from the next room, and only smiled: "The enemy is in the face, and Song Shaoxia is still so spirited. No danger!"

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