Everyone entered the Zhi Ting room and saw an old monk in his seventies sitting in the middle with a few young monks standing beside him. Master Xin Ran invited Lu Zhanyuan and Old Fighter He into the room and bowed to the people in the hall,""Senior Martial Brother Abbot, this benefactor is the person who claims to be the disciple of Ascetic Martial Uncle.”
"It's been more than thirty years since we last met. Do you still recognize me, Senior Brother Xinhui?" Old Boxer He asked.”Abbot Xin Hui looked at it for a moment and said,"Is it the benefactor who went up the mountain to seek Master's name back then, but Master refused, saying that there was no fate between Master and disciple?”Old Fighter He looked embarrassed but it was the truth. There was nothing to be embarrassed about,""That's right."
"Oh? In that case, you have never entered Shaolin Temple, so how can you call yourself a master's disciple?”Xin Ran closed her eyes and pretended to be confused.
Lu Zhanyuan was nervous. Could it be that this old monk didn't want to acknowledge Old He's identity? Otherwise, why did he keep calling her benefactor instead of junior brother? Then wouldn't my plan to sneak into Shaolin be ruined?
"Senior Brother, you are wrong. I thought so too, but I was fortunate enough to have my nephew Lu explain to me that Master had other intentions. Back then, Master said that he did not have the fate of an apostle, so why did he accept my master's gift?”Old Fighter He repeated what Lu Zhanyuan said to him. He changed the language slightly and it was more convincing than what Lu Zhanyuan said. He also compared it with what Abbot Xinhui had seen when he first became his disciple. Everything seemed to make sense. In fact, when Xinhui saw her master accept Old Fighter He as his master, she had already admitted that she had a layman junior brother. She said that just now because she wanted Old Fighter He to give an acceptable reason. Now that she knew that Old Fighter He entered Shaolin with the heart of Buddha, Shaolin should acknowledge him as a disciple."That's right. I had doubts in my heart back then. Now that I've heard your words, my doubts have been answered. The person who answered my doubts has done us a favor. Since you know Master's intentions, I'm a Shaolin disciple. Was it this young benefactor beside him who had unraveled the true meaning of Master?”
"That's right." Old Fighter He said. Lu Zhanyuan quickly stood up and clasped his hands.""I, Lu Zhanyuan, pay my respects to the abbot.”Abbot Xinhui returned the greeting and said," Amitabha. Little benefactor is gifted and intelligent. You have a deep root of wisdom. You have easily exposed something that we have been unable to understand for decades. I am truly ashamed. This old monk sighs." Little benefactor, you are fated with my Buddha. I wonder if you have any enlightenment about my Buddhist Dharma?”
"It can't be, right? What can I gain enlightenment about Buddhism? I'm fated with Buddha? Don't be ridiculous. It's more like asking me to kill people. I won't do it if you want to trick me into becoming a monk.”Lu Zhanyuan found it funny in his heart, but he couldn't stand out too much in case he fell for it. However, he said respectfully,""This is the first time I've dabbled in Buddhism, so I don't dare to be arrogant. Buddhism is vast and profound, and I won't be able to know its limits even if I spend my entire life. I've only been in the mortal world for a few years, so how would I dare to talk about my enlightenment in front of Master?”
"Amitabha, little benefactor is too modest. May I know why Little Benefactor has come this time?”Abbot Xinhui also felt that his question was a little too difficult. How much could a five or six-year-old child know about Buddhism? Even the meaning of his master should have been solved by chance.
Lu Zhanyuan did not dare to relax when he saw that the question had hit the main point. He sat upright and pressed his palms together."This time, I came here for the Buddhist scriptures. Everyone knows that Shaolin is a vast place of Buddhism. There are thousands of Buddhist scriptures in the temple. My family is lacking in scriptures, so I came here with Uncle He to transcribe a few. When I return home, I will study them. I hope that the abbot will agree.”
" This..." Abbot Xinhui hesitated. Many people had come to Shaolin Temple with the excuse of copying scriptures, but they were thinking about the martial arts books in the Sutra Depository, which made him unable to distinguish the authenticity. He also thought that the person in front of him was just an ignorant child. Even if the martial arts books that the world coveted were placed in front of him, he should not know what they meant. Moreover, the Sutra Depository was guarded by monks. It was wishful thinking for a little child to steal the books. Moreover, this child allowed his junior brother to return to the sect, which was a kindness to Shaolin. He could not be negligent and fall into the gossip of others. Thinking of this, he generously said," Amitabha, since you have the heart to practice Buddhism, how can I stop you? When I ask my disciple Tian Ming to prepare a room for you, you can stay in the temple for a few days. You can enter the Sutra Depository every day to transcribe scriptures." This old monk will go with your Uncle He to pay respects to a master. Little benefactor, you can rest first. Tian Ming, bring the little benefactor to the room to rest.”
"Yes, Master. Little benefactor, please follow this poor monk." Tian Ming was only in his thirties, but he already had the temperament of an eminent monk. He spoke calmly and calmly. It seemed that he was not lucky to become the abbot of Shaolin Temple in twenty years.
Lu Zhanyuan followed behind Tian Ming, feeling excited. He never thought that things would go so smoothly. Even the many tricks he had prepared were useless. Could it be that Buddha was really blessed by the heavens? If that was the case, he really had to thank Buddha. He didn't know that it was his child's body that had gotten him the "customs clearance document".
In the following ten days, Old Fighter He discussed Buddhism with Abbot Xinhui and Master Xinran in high spirits, while Lu Zhanyuan was buried in the Sutras Depository and had already copied a thick stack of scriptures. One day, he felt that the time was right. Lu Zhanyuan called the little monk and said to him,"Little Master Wuxiang, I have studied Sanskrit for two years. Find me a few Sanskrit scriptures. I will copy a few more Sanskrit scriptures and then stop copying.”
In the beginning, when Lu Zhanyuan entered the Sutra Depository, he was still accompanied by Monk Tian Ming. However, after a few days, he only seriously copied the scriptures and did not even look at the stairs leading to the martial arts secret manuals on the second floor. After Tian Ming reported to Abbot Xinhui, he randomly sent a little monk to accompany him every day. He did not expect it to be the famous Zen Master Wu Xiang in the future. As for Master Jue Yuan, who made the Nine Yang Sutra famous in the world, he was still drinking milk.
Little Wuxiang was simple-minded and did not know that there was a trick. According to the abbot's instructions, as long as Lu Zhanyuan did not have any designs on the martial arts manuals on the second floor, he would try his best to satisfy all his requests. He nodded and was about to go get the book, but Lu Zhanyuan pulled him back and said,""I'll go with you. We can take a few more books at a time so that we don't have to worry about it next time.”After saying that, he and Wutong walked to a row of bookshelves. The reason why Lu Zhanyuan wanted to take it together was that he did not want to say the Lankaya Sutra out of his mouth, lest people suspect that he valued the Lankaya Sutra very much.
He searched the bookshelf and found four Sanskrit scriptures of the Lankaya Sutra. He flipped open the fourth book to check if the Nine Yang Sutra was in the crack. In that instant, Lu Zhanyuan looked at the scripture in front of him, as if his heart was about to jump out of his mouth at any moment. The black and white words in the book were rows of small regular script."Qi descends from the shoulders into the spine and flows into the waist. This is the movement of qi from top to bottom, which is called combination. Spread it from the waist to the spine, spread it on both arms, and apply it to the fingers. This is the movement of qi from the bottom to the top, which is called opening. To close is to close, to open is to release. If you know how to open and close, you will know Yin and Yang. At this level, the Nine Yang Divine Art can be called Nine Yang Divine Art.”It was the Nine Yang Scripture that he had been thinking about day and night. At this moment, he was even more certain that he was really in the world of Jin Yong's novels.
Lu Zhanyuan closed the scripture and took a deep breath. He did not look like he had any flaws on the surface. He returned to his desk and began to transcribe the Sanskrit scripture again. This time, he could not help but translate the Nine Yang Sutra into Sanskrit and copy it down. He did not dare to copy the Nine Yang Sutra into Chinese. There were many masters in Shaolin Temple. It would be bad if he was discovered.
A few days later, Lu Zhanyuan couldn't bear the torture of not being able to practice after his meritorious deeds. He finally pestered Old Boxer He, Abbot Xin Hui, and the other monks to leave the mountain. As there were monks accompanying Lu Zhanyuan to transcribe scriptures all day, Abbot Xinhui did not order anyone to check the contents of the scriptures he copied. Anyway, it was enough to know that they were all Buddhist scriptures. Therefore, Lu Zhan's Primordial Spirit had stolen the peerless secret manual that the senior monks had dreamed of without anyone knowing.
Lu Zhanyuan was excited as he descended the mountain. He felt like he had escaped from a cage. Although he hadn't encountered any danger in the past half a month, the mentality of being a thief still made him nervous and cautious. Now that he was finally far away from that depressing place, he was naturally enlightened and happy. He laughed foolishly from time to time along the way, and Old Fighter He almost saw through his flaws.
Old Fighter He was in a good mood as well. The two of them were enjoying themselves. On this day, the two of them walked to a bustling street. Lu Zhanyuan got out of the car and walked on foot with great interest. From time to time, he would stroke the scriptures in his arms and secretly laugh. Although the street wasn't crowded, Lu Zhanyuan was still knocked into by someone when he wasn't paying attention. The person hurriedly apologized. Little Lu Zhanyuan was in a good mood now, so he coquettishly said in English,"“that'sok!”That person was stunned. Lu Zhanyuan was embarrassed and quickly said,""It's alright." Only then did that person leave in a hurry.
A moment later, an angry and unwilling scream suddenly came from the street."Ah! My scripture! Damn thief, you even stole a child's things. My scriptures, how can I live without you!”It turned out that when Lu Zhanyuan was stroking the scripture in his arms again, he suddenly realized that the scripture had disappeared. He suddenly remembered the person who had bumped into him just now. However, the streets were filled with people, and he could not find a single person.
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