Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 113 Taizong's inheritance (Please subscribe! Please give me a monthly ticket!)
Shaolin Temple.

Meng Fan came here upon invitation.

The abbot of Lingyin Temple, Master Jiekong, had been waiting there for a long time.

However, when he saw Meng Fan for the first time, he was horrified. He raised his finger tremblingly and pointed at Meng Fan's face and said, "It has changed, it has changed again!"

Master Jie Kong could vaguely see the majestic snow-capped mountains through Meng Fan's brows. The two were connected by energy. A sleeping silver dragon gently opened its eyes, looked at Jie Kong, and then let out a loud dragon roar.

At the same time, above the snow-capped mountains, tens of millions of people opened their eyes and condensed into human dragon energy.

In an instant, it seemed as if thousands of people were shouting in Jie Kong's ears at the same time: "How dare you!!!"

"puff---"

Master Jiekong spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards, frightening the monks behind him so much that they rushed forward to support him.

"Master, are you okay?"

Jie Kong waved his hand and asked his disciples to help him up. Then he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his monk's robe and performed a Buddhist salute to Meng Fan.

"Amitabha, it's only been a year since we last met, but I never thought that you have become what you are today. Even I dare not spy on you."

"I once said that you are like a dragon in the abyss, waiting to soar into the sky one day. Now you are like a dragon in the sky, which is really cause for celebration!"

"Please forgive me for what I did just now!"

Meng Fan said nonchalantly: "It's okay!"

At the same time, Meng Fan was even more certain in his heart that this old monk definitely mastered one of the six supernatural powers of Buddhism, most likely the clairvoyance.

One can see the birth and death, suffering and happiness of all beings in the three realms and six paths, as well as all the forms and colors in the world, without any obstruction.

Master Jiekong was born in Shaolin Temple, but became the abbot of Lingyin Temple. Although his meridians were damaged because of Xiao Zizai's incident, he was very good at meditation. How could he have reached a high position without any ability?
Master Jiekong looked at Xiao Zizai behind Meng Fan and said, "Bao Jing, you are familiar with Shaolin Temple. You can take Master Meng to the meditation room to rest first. I will come later."

"Yes!"

Xiao Zizai clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute.

After a while.

Master Jiekong changed his clothes and cleaned the blood from the corner of his mouth. Then he came to the Zen room where Meng Fan was and personally served tea to Meng Fan.

And asked Xiao Zizai and his disciples to leave.

He sat opposite Meng Fan and said slowly: "In the early Tang Dynasty, the thirteen monks of Shaolin Temple were rewarded by Emperor Taizong of Tang for their contributions to the Tang Dynasty. They were given a thousand hectares of land, a water mill, and were called monk soldiers."

"Since then, Shaolin Temple has become famous all over the world and is known as the most famous temple in the world. It can be said that the Tang Emperor has been very kind to Shaolin, and Shaolin is also very grateful."

Master Jiekong was talking about the past, but suddenly he changed the subject and looked at Meng Fan and asked, "Donor, I asked you before, is your last name Meng or Li? Now it's just you and me, could you help me solve this puzzle?"

Meng Fan took a sip of hot tea and said with a smile, "Is this foundation really that important?"

Master Jiekong nodded and said, "To be honest, there is an ancient scroll in Shaolin Temple that depicts the thirteen monks saving the Tang king. It has been treasured here."

"It's just that the Tang King once said that it can only be passed down to the descendants of Li Tang, and I am just following his orders."

Meng Fan pondered for a moment, then said, "In essence, I am indeed a descendant of Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin. However, I am not a legitimate descendant, just a bastard's son." Master Jie Kong laughed and said, "Nowadays, there is no difference between legitimate and bastard. The donor is obsessed with appearances."

As he spoke, Master Jiekong took out a long wooden box from the sleeve of his monk's robe and said, "Since it is a descendant of Li Tang who has come here in person, then this item should be returned to its original owner."

"In this way, Shaolin can put an old matter behind us and settle the cause and effect."

Meng Fan took the wooden box from Master Jie Kong's hand, then gently opened it and unfolded the scroll in front of him. A vivid and simple picture came into view.

Around the picture, there are thirteen monks with agile figures, holding sticks, with muscular body, like Vajra slaying demons, trying their best to help.

In the center, there were two generals, riding a white horse and a black horse respectively, maneuvering around.

The general riding a white horse was wearing gold-painted armor and carrying a huge bow and arrows on his back. There was an extraordinary imperial aura between his brows, and his bone structure was vaguely similar to Meng Fan, with the appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, and the appearance of the sun and the sky.

The general riding the black horse exudes a ferocious aura, with a hideous face, fangs, and gnashing eyes. The background is a battlefield filled with flames and smoke.

At this time, Master Jiekong said: "Although it is said that the Thirteen Monks saved the Tang King, it would be more appropriate to change it to "help"."

"The Tang King was so heroic. The Thirteen Monks were just helping him out. It was only later that the story gradually spread and became about saving the Tang King."

But at this moment, Meng Fan's eyes had already gradually lost focus and became dull.

He seemed to have entered the painting, replacing the Tang King and engaging in a horse battle with the demon general.

At the beginning, Meng Fan could only resist awkwardly, but as he wielded the lance more and more smoothly, some memories that did not belong to him seemed to emerge from his mind.

He became more and more proficient in using the horse lance, and the most valuable thing was that these memories also included the methods of military battle formations, the ways of blood and qi of soldiers, and the training techniques of the Black Armor Army.

In terms of martial arts, there are the Juque longbow and the big white feather arrows!

The Li family is particularly good at archery, starting with Emperor Gaozu of the Tang Dynasty, Li Yuan, who was himself a famous archer. The reason why he was chosen was that he shot an arrow into the eye of the peacock painted on the screen, which won the favor of the Dou family.

According to historical records, Li Shimin was extremely strong when he was young. The most famous weapon he carried with him was a two-meter-long Juquetian bow. The long white feather arrows he used had feathers that were a fist longer than ordinary arrows and could shoot through the bolts of city gates with one arrow.

During the Battle of Hulao Pass, Li Shimin said to Yuchi Gong: "I am holding a bow and arrow, and you are following me with a horse spear. Even if you have a million troops, what can they do to me?"

Emperor Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty sealed all his life's learning and experience in marching and fighting in this scroll.

If any descendant of Li Tang got hold of this scroll, and if he could establish his own character, he could create another "Little Heavenly Khan".

And that’s not all. You can also learn the skills of the opponent’s demon generals and the cooperation between the stick monks by observing.

One day in the cave is a thousand years in the world.

Meng Fan felt like he had been in the painting for a long time, and only in a daze did his mind come out of it.

"Whoo~"

"What a great Emperor Taizong, what powerful methods!" Meng Fan exclaimed.

When Meng Fan looked at the scroll again, he saw that it had been broken into pieces. When he picked it up with his hand, it turned into ashes. It seemed that there was only one chance to inherit the scroll.

(End of this chapter)