The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 160 Three-foot Qi Wall, Mysterious Buddhist Scripture (asking for monthly ticket)
Zhao Ti looked back and saw Li Qiu Shui moving very quickly, with disheveled hair, ferocious eyes, and chasing him relentlessly.

He passed the white stone path beside the Bodhi Courtyard and went straight to the courtyard of the Sutra Repository opposite.

The Sutra Repository is ancient and rustic, spacious and heavy, with tall trees on both sides standing tall. It seems like the night sky is filled with black clouds, the wind is rustling, and there is a mysterious and solemn atmosphere.

He did not stop and ran to the pavilion. In the window on the ground floor of the Sutra Library, a green lamp flickered, as dim as a bean.

Zhao Ti shouted, "Master, someone attacked Shaolin Temple at night, intending to steal the Yi Jin Jing, and has reached the Sutra Library."

There was no movement inside. He thought to himself that the Sweeping Monk usually did not meddle in right and wrong, and he would turn a blind eye to things happening inside the temple. Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had been stealing scriptures for many years, but he was unwilling to intervene.

Originally, Murong Bo was supposed to tell Xiao Feng and his son that he wanted to restore his country, stir up chaos in the world, and fight endlessly. He was supposed to persuade the other party to instigate Yelu Hongji to start the war between Song and Liao, and then lead his troops south to establish himself as king. In response, the Murong family rebelled and divided the Song Dynasty with Tubo, Xixia, and Dali. The Sweeping Monk only appeared after hearing these words.

But this made Zhao Ti puzzled. The Sweeping Monk had lived in seclusion in Shaolin for decades or even more. He didn't care about the affairs of Shaolin and ignored the theft of various important scriptures. Instead, he paid attention to the rise and fall of the Song Dynasty and the safety of the world. It was really strange.

He could not help but shout again: "Master, the thief is from Xixia. She is the concubine of Li Yuanhao, the founder of Xixia, and the great-grandmother of the current ruler Li Qianshun. She is named the Grand Empress Dowager and her name is Li Qiushui. She entered Shaolin with evil intentions and is plotting something bad!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the wooden door on the ground floor of the Sutra Library open to both sides, and a skinny monk in a green robe walked out.

The monk was not young. His sparse long beard had turned completely white. His movements were slow and he looked weak, not like he had any martial arts skills.

Sure enough, regardless of the matter of stealing the scriptures, as soon as he heard about Xixia or something, Zhao Ti came out. At this moment, he had no time to think more and walked forward a few steps.

The old monk looked blank and listless, and said in a low voice, "Xixia...Grand Empress Dowager?"

Zhao Ti nodded: "It is this woman who has ulterior motives. She broke into Shaolin at night, claiming to steal the Yi Jin Jing. I don't know what her real purpose is. Is she trying to spy on the military and national affairs of the Song Dynasty, measure the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Song Dynasty, or draw a picture of the country? What action is she planning?"

The old monk looked at him and shook his head slightly: "Donor, this is serious..."

Zhao Ti couldn't help but sneered and said, "Master, it's not serious, it's not serious. She came here with bad intentions..."

At this time, Li Qiu Shui came from a distance to the front of the courtyard, with vigorous energy surrounding her body and her clothes fluttering in the night wind. Just as she was about to rush to the pavilion, she saw the old monk.

She was originally filled with rage, her mind and heart filled with Zhao Ti's previous sword attack, which had exposed the biggest secret in her heart to everyone, making her feel ashamed and living a life worse than death. She vowed to take revenge, no matter what the cost.

But at this moment, seeing the old monk standing at the bottom of the pavilion, he was like an old tree that had existed for who knows how long, as if it had merged into this pavilion and this place. The pavilion did not move, and the old monk did not move either. She was suddenly startled, and her mind suddenly became somewhat clear.

She hurriedly stopped, her eyes hesitant, and carefully looked at the old monk, but no matter how she looked at him, he didn't seem to have any martial arts skills. However, his aura that seemed to blend into the surrounding grass, trees, buildings, and buildings made her take a deep breath.

She had only seen this kind of strange temperament in one person, and that was Xiaoyaozi.

When Xiaoyaozi left Xiaoyao Sect, his aura was not very obvious, but when he suddenly appeared last time, a strange aura was revealed, and his figure and aura seemed to be there and not there, as if he had merged into the world, which made her confused and puzzled.

If this temperament is related to the level of martial arts, then she has been practicing martial arts for more than sixty years and is considered one of the best masters in the world. How come she has never heard of this and has never had any insights in this regard?

Is it because she is ignorant and her martial arts skills are not high enough? Or is it that her temperament is just because she has lived for a long time, aged but not dead, experienced the vicissitudes of life, has more worldly breath, and has been assimilated by heaven and earth?

The temperament of the old monk in front is similar to that of Xiaoyaozi, but also different. Xiaoyaozi seems to be there and not there, as if he has merged into the heaven and earth.

This old monk seemed to have existed since time immemorial, blending into every blade of grass, every tree, every thing and every object around him.

Although there seem to be many differences, in Li Qiu Shui's eyes, they are the same kind of artistic conception.

Li Qiu Shui pondered secretly, this old monk looked like a rotten wood, he must be quite old, maybe over a hundred years old, his master Xiaoyaozi was also over a hundred years old, could it be that he had lived too long, been assimilated and hated by the heaven and earth, his lifespan was wasted and his way of life was ruined, but he was struggling desperately and struggling to stay alive, that's why he was so weird and incomprehensible, so different from ordinary people?

As for the possibility that it is related to martial arts, it is possible, but she is somewhat skeptical in her heart, because Xiaoyaozi has never taught her these things, and she has never come into contact with them during her own practice.

She has a great talent for martial arts, otherwise she would not have been accepted as a disciple by Xiaoyaozi. Xiaoyaozi is extremely talented and looks down on all the heroes in the world, but he accepted her as his disciple, which shows that she has an amazing talent in martial arts.

But after practicing martial arts for more than sixty years, she has seen too many martial arts, too many extraordinary people, and has had sudden realizations of many realms, but she has never seen any martial arts that can transform her temperament into this kind of martial arts. She feels that she has existed for too long and is about to be taken away by God. Perhaps it is a sign that she will be assimilated by heaven and earth and will not live long!

Li Qiu Shui thought about it while taking another step forward.

The old monk glanced at Zhao Ti next to him, and Zhao Ti whispered, "Master, this is the girl. She has ulterior motives. She came to Song Dynasty and invaded Shaolin. She must have some big plans."

The old monk looked hazy, and said slowly to Li Qiushui in front of him: "Donor, please leave."

Li Qiushui's eyes were as cold as a sword, and he looked at him and asked, "Old monk, who are you?"

Although she had no connection with martial arts with this kind of temperament, seeing that the monk was very old and that the hateful young man was hiding aside, she seemed to be relying on him. Perhaps his martial arts were unfathomable, so she couldn't help but ask.

The old monk shook his head and said to himself: "Who am I? Who am I..."

Li Qiushui's eyes tightened, and he deliberately sneered, "Are you guarding this Sutra Repository? Have you been a monk for so long that you have forgotten who you are? Have you forgotten your secular name and your Buddhist name in the temple?"

The old monk bent his fingers as if he was counting, and then slowly said, "I... can't remember clearly. I have indeed been a monk for too long. I don't know if it was sixty years, fifty years, or forty years. I have forgotten my name, my identity in the temple... and my Buddhist name. I don't remember them either."

Seeing that he was dumbfounded, Li Qiushui took another step forward, staring at Zhao Ti: "Old monk, please move aside and don't block me from killing this little thief."

Upon hearing this, the old monk clasped his hands together and sighed, "Amitabha, Buddhism is a good place and does not prohibit killing. Donor, please do not act rashly and leave quickly."

Li Qiushui saw Zhao Ti raising his lips slightly behind the old monk, and his anger suddenly flared up again: "I originally thought that you are old and it is time for heaven to take you away. I don't want to kill you, but since you are seeking death, you can't blame me!"

As she spoke, she moved and then slapped over with a white rainbow palm force. With a flash of rainbow light, she was in front of the old monk in the blink of an eye.

The old monk's body did not move, but he raised his palms slightly and put them together, and it seemed as if a force turned into an invisible wall. The white rainbow palm power hit the wall and disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where it went.

Li Qiushui raised his eyebrows upon seeing this, leaped up, and slapped the old monk again with both palms.

The old monk seemed to be deaf and blind, and ignored it completely. Li Qiu Shui's palm wind pushed to two or three feet in front of the opponent, and suddenly it was like hitting an invisible wall, or even more like hitting a big net. No matter how sharp and erratic Bai Hong's palm power was, it was completely useless and was bounced back by the air wall.

Originally, this palm force was fierce when it hit, and the rebound force would inevitably be very sharp. However, when Li Qiu Shui waved her hand to meet his own palm, she felt it was very soft and gentle, as if only its shape was there, and the force in it had been completely dissipated by the invisible air wall.

Li Qiushui was immediately shocked. What kind of martial arts was this? How deep was his internal strength? He could actually form an indestructible three-foot-long wall of energy in front of him, blocking and defusing all attacks?
Her eyes flickered at this moment, she was not willing to give up like this, she clasped her hands together slightly, secretly practicing Xiao Wuxiang Gong, and then taking advantage of the old monk's confused expression, she imitated the Duo Luo Ye Finger, one of the 72 Shaolin unique skills, and made a lightning-fast move, pointing at the old monk in the air.

There was a muffled "hiss" sound, and as soon as Duoloye's finger force reached the old monk three feet away, it seemed to encounter an extremely flexible yet extremely hard barrier. After a few low sounds, the finger force dissipated without a trace, but this time it did not bounce back.

Li Qiushui's expression changed drastically under her veil. She had never seen the old monk's martial arts skills so high except for Xiaoyaozi, and the air wall was so strange that even Xiaoyaozi had never used such martial arts. She was nervous at this time, but also aroused a fierce thought.

When he thought of the young man hiding behind the old monk with a slightly mocking look on his face, and how he had revealed the secret that his family had hidden for more than ten years with one sword, he felt extremely humiliated and would rather die than live. He also felt that the scene upstairs might be reported back to Western Xia in a while, and even the Song army might spread it widely on the border.

Her blood was boiling again at this moment, and she didn't care about anything at all. Her internal energy was running wildly, and the white rainbow palm force was madly hitting the empty space in all directions. Then she jumped into the air, and used the Xiao Wuxiang Gong to activate the Shaolin's Vajra Palm Technique, and slapped the old monk's head fiercely.

The old monk looked a little confused. He stretched out one hand in front of him, and the white rainbow palm force hit the air wall again. Then he raised his head.

At this time, Li Qiu Shui was like a ferocious beast, carrying unparalleled palm power, suppressing him from mid-air. The old monk raised his other hand upwards to meet it, but the powerful Vajra Palm that he had used with the Xiao Wuxiang Gong, which he had practiced for more than half a century, seemed to hit the air and had no effect at all.

The old monk's palm fell right on her, and with a "pop" sound, it hit her smooth forehead. Li Qiu Shui's whole body shook violently, her veil was shaken off, and she fell from the air, staggered back more than ten steps, and then sat down on the ground.

She was now without her veil, revealing her true face. She was no longer the charming girl with eyes and eyebrows, and seemed to be in her forties. Her snow-white face should have been extremely beautiful, but there were several bloodstains on her face, which seemed to be old scars. The lines were crisscrossed as if they were cut by a sharp sword, forming a "well" shape, which made her lose all her beauty. She was indescribably ugly and horrible.

She looked dazed and stunned, with her hands on the ground, the light in her eyes dull, as if she had lost her soul, and she did not move, move, or speak a word.

Zhao Ti said, "Master, this girl is from Xixia and has injured many people in Shaolin. She should be eliminated."

The old monk looked at him, slowly raised his palms and chanted a Buddhist name: "The temple is a place of emptiness, a place outside the world, how can you kill people?"

Zhao Ti didn't know what the old monk was thinking. Perhaps he was merciful and kind after years of worshipping the Buddha. He remembered that the old monk had let Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan go, so he had some guesses in his mind. He tried to test him, "Master, then... throw him outside the temple and get rid of him?" The old monk murmured, "What's the difference between outside and inside the temple? If he died outside the temple now, he would actually die inside the temple."

Zhao Ti saw the confusion on his face and didn't know what he was going to do, but it was not a good idea for him to kill Li Qiu Shui himself at this time. Since the old monk had spoken, it meant that he didn't want to kill anyone. Li Qiu Shui looked dispirited and had no power to resist. However, whether inside or outside the temple, if someone else killed her, the old monk would think that she died at his own hands.

Zhao Ti laughed twice. At this moment, many people had gathered outside, including many monks. Tong Guan, Zhou Tong and others had also come over. They all saw the fight between the old monk and Li Qiu Shui. Everyone was shocked, and after listening to the old monk's words, they all fell silent.

The old monk walked forward slowly, and came to the front of Li Qiushui. Li Qiushui was unaware, as if she knew nothing about the outside world. Suddenly, she heard the old monk's originally slow tone become sharp, and shouted: "Hey!"

Li Qiu Shui suddenly shuddered, as if she had come back to life, and shivered for a moment, then revealed a look of despair and despair.

At this moment, her biggest secret was revealed. She was regarded as a monster, and the ugly face was seen by many people. She was as disgusting and abhorrent as a ghost. All the things she was proud of before now became sharp knives that killed her. It seemed that everyone, even the insects in the grass and the birds in the trees, were laughing at her. She no longer had any desire to live.

She looked up at the old monk in front of her with a pale face, then raised her hand and slapped herself in the face.

The old monk shouted again at this time, he stretched out his hand and the energy appeared, he was the first to arrive, he put it on the top of Li Qiu Shui's head, and Li Qiu Shui's arm slowly dropped down.

He then recited a passage of scripture. Zhao Ti stood behind and listened carefully. It was a Buddhist scripture he had never heard of before: ... There are three kinds of people, on the ground, in the void, and in the sky. Because their minds are not upright, they are called the gods who help them. The fifth is the six groups, and they do not speak of one thing. The fourth is the five truths, and they do not speak of one thing. Because of ignorance and anger, they have this body, and they are deaf, dumb, and ignorant, so they are happy to escape from the world. Cultivate kindness and wisdom, redeem the past karma, and escape from the world..."

What kind of sutra is this? Zhao Ti was puzzled. Although he had never paid special attention to Buddhism, he still knew many Buddhist scriptures. With his photographic memory, he remembered all the Buddhist scriptures stored in the palace. He often went to Daxiangguo Temple and read and wrote down many of them.

At this time, the old monk's voice became lower and lower, and finally it seemed as if he was transmitting a secret message. His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. However, Li Qiu Shui's body kept shaking, and his expression gradually calmed down.

Her ferocious expression, angry expression, and desperate expression all disappeared, and her eyes were slightly closed, like a clay sculpture or wooden statue.

The old monk gradually stopped chanting. Zhao Ti thought about it. Originally, the old monk had enlightened Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo and accepted them as his disciples. Now it seemed that he really intended to let Li Qiushui go? To give her a chance to live?
His eyes sparkled and he said with a smile, "Master, do you want to accept this girl as your disciple, teach her, kowtow three times in the morning and evening, and burn a stick of incense at dawn and dusk? Although she is a girl, I think Shaolin can set a precedent."

The monks who were watching looked at each other in dismay, wondering what you were talking about. Shaolin is not a nunnery, and what's more, not only did you keep her in the temple... but you also accepted her as your disciple. What's the matter?

Although they did not know the old monk's Buddhist name or his past, they all admired him in their hearts. Not only was the old monk's martial arts unfathomable, but his Buddhist teachings also seemed to be extremely profound. He was a great man who had no desire for fame or gain and was devoted to spiritual practice. When they heard Zhao Ti's words, they thought that the King of Yan was too out of touch.

The old monk looked towards Zhao Ti and said slowly, "Donor, if your mind is at peace, then anywhere is a sacred mountain, not to mention the Shaolin Temple."

Zhao Ti smiled when he heard this. He was worried about Li Qiu Shui and wanted to see what the old monk thought. But since the old monk spoke so affirmatively, he thought that Li Qiu Shui had already realized and let go of worldly affairs, so he didn't say anything more.

The old monk said to Li Qiushui: "Go..."

Li Qiushui got up from the ground, bowed to the old monk, and whispered: "I will return to where I came from. From now on, I will stay in the vegetarian hall and only practice Buddhism. I will not be involved in worldly affairs."

Then he turned around and walked slowly out of the temple.

Zhao Ti looked at her back, and suddenly his eyes caught sight of Jiumozhi next to the crowd. Jiumozhi looked thoughtful, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

After a few breaths, Xuan Ci and Xuan Ji were seen being carried over, along with them came an old monk with white eyebrows and a cane.

It turned out that Xuanshi had sent someone to report the situation here. Xuanci was shocked when he heard it. Although he had some impression of the old monk, he had never thought that this old monk who swept the floor had such great abilities. So he asked the oldest monk of the Ling generation in the temple to come and identify him.

Xuan Ci fell on the frame and couldn't get up. After reluctantly exchanging greetings with the old monk who was sweeping the floor, he looked at the primate whose eyebrows had turned white.

The primate was leaning on a cane. His martial arts skills were average, but his Buddhist knowledge was profound. He shook his head slightly and said, "I only know that this senior brother has been sweeping the floor in the Sutra Library for a long time, but I don't know his past background."

Xuan Ci had no choice but to ask. The old monk looked confused, as if recalling something. He remained silent for a long time, and finally clasped his hands together and said, "Namo Amitabha."

Xuan Ci did not dare to ask further questions when he saw this. He just thought that the old monk might be of a higher generation than the monks of the Ling generation. He would check the monk genealogy when the time comes. As long as the monks are still alive, they should be recorded there. He would then see what the old monk's Dharma name is and which generation he belongs to.

At this time, Zhao Ti looked at the old monk and thought: "Master..."

The old monk looked at him, and there seemed to be a smile on his face, as if he was happy, but then he seemed to become a little unhappy, and then he fell into confusion.

Zhao Ti said: "Master, the lay Buddhist Murong who stole the scriptures from the Sutra Library is now in the Tokyo Prison."

The old monk did not speak, and Zhao Ti continued, "Tonight, another person went to Bodhi Temple to steal the Yijin Sutra, and was injured by my palm power. It should be the other Mr. Xiao who stole the sutra from the Sutra Library."

Xuan Ci was surprised when he heard this on the shelf: "So the injured man in black came here to steal scriptures?"

Zhao Ti ignored him and continued to say to the old monk: "Master, you know Mr. Xiao's background, so I'll let you handle this matter. It would be best if you could... accept him as your disciple."

He was thinking about Xiao Feng. After all, decades of grudges were difficult to resolve. However, since Murong Bo, the instigator, was imprisoned in Tokyo and would be punished sooner or later, there was room for maneuver in Xiao Yuanshan's case. It all depended on how the old monk handled it.

The old monk nodded slightly, without asking Zhao Ti how he knew such a secret. Then he thought for a few breaths and slowly walked towards the Sutra Library.

Zhao Ti looked at Xuan Ci, took out the Yi Jin Jing from his bosom and handed it to him, saying, "I have copied the scripture, return it to the master."

Xuan Ci put away the original scripture and said, "Is the King of Yan in good health?"

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "Nothing happened. Master, take good care of your injuries. I will set off to return to Tokyo after daybreak."

Xuan Ci's Buddhist teachings were well received, and Zhao Ti led his men towards the meditation room. At this time, he saw a young monk among a group of monks on the roadside. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, protruding ears, and thick lips. He looked at him respectfully, and Zhao Ti could not help but stop.

"What is this master's name?"

Upon hearing this, the young monk hurriedly bowed with both hands, a little nervously, and said, "I am Xu Zhu, the monk, and I am honored to meet the King of Yan."

Zhao Ti asked: "How are you doing in Shaolin, young master? Are you happy?"

Xu Zhu didn't know why the other party asked this question, but he still said: "I am living a good and happy life."

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "As long as you are happy, I will tell Master Xuanci to transfer you to his side, teach you advanced martial arts, teach you personally, accept you as a disciple, and pass on his teachings to you. Finally... Shaolin will be orthodox."

Xu Zhu was stunned when he heard this, not knowing what he meant, but the monks around him all changed their expressions slightly. For Shaolin, the word "orthodoxy" means a decree from the imperial dynasty, a decree from the temple, and... a decree from the abbot.

Then they continued walking, and halfway through, they saw Xuanshi leading a few monks chasing out two girls. One of the girls was wearing light red and the other white. They were Mei Jian and Lan Jian.

He called Xuanshi and walked forward to look at the two women. Mei Jian lowered his head and did not dare to look at him. He knew that he was a government official, and when he saw that his martial arts were so good that he could fight with Li Qiushui, he felt a little scared.

Lan Jian glanced at Zhao Ti secretly, her eyes full of curiosity. When Zhao Ti looked at her, she couldn't help but blush.

Zhao Ti smiled and said, "How is Tong Lao?"

Lan Jian said: "Sir, do you recognize Tong Lao?"

Zhao Ti shook his head: "One day, when I go to Lingjiu Palace, I will recognize it, right?"

Lan Jian smiled and said, "Sir, are you going to Tianshan Piaomiao Peak? When will you leave?"

Zhao Ti smiled slightly: "I'll go and take a look sooner or later..."

Afterwards, he continued walking towards the Zen room. When he arrived there, he asked everyone to go back to their rooms to rest, leaving Jiumozhi alone.

He pondered, "I heard the master in the Sutra Library chanting sutras to save Li Qiushui. Can you recognize what sutras it is?"

Jiumozhi nodded when he heard this: "Yes, I know it. It is the Mahāprajñāpāramitā Sūtra of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva, which has been circulated in several Buddhist sects in the southwest."

Zhao Ti narrowed his eyes upon hearing this and muttered to himself, "The Great Wisdom Sutra of Nagarjuna Bodhisattva..."

(End of this chapter)