Celestial Martial Path of the Heavens
17 Stealing Scripture

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Shaolin Temple was built during the Northern Wei Dynasty and flourished during the Tang Dynasty. It was the fifth dynasty until the Southern Song Dynasty, and it had been more than 600 years.

At first, Shaolin Temple was just an ordinary monastery. Later, when Patriarch Bodhidharma wrote the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture and the Marrow Cleansing Scripture, and all kinds of martial arts were created by various monks on this basis, the monastery slowly became a monastery that combined Zen and martial arts.

At the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, thirteen monks with sticks saved the king of Tang Dynasty. Shaolin Temple made great contributions and was appreciated by Emperor Taizong. Shaolin Temple also had a very special status in the Central Plains. It began to open its doors widely and accept disciples.

From then on, whether it was a layman who had seen through the secular world, a great thief who had put down his butcher knife, or a famous general who had retired from the battlefield, Shaolin Temple would not refuse anyone and would open its doors to them.

Due to the addition of a large number of professionals with experience in killing, Shaolin's martial arts gradually left the path of self-cultivation and approached the direction of bravery and ruthlessness.

As a result, a large number of powerful martial arts were born in the hands of the Shaolin monks, and their names spread throughout the world.

Time flowed like water. In less than six hundred years, the young man had passed down to the Southern Song Dynasty. Even if the martial arts created by Bodhidharma, such as Tendon Changing Classic, were not included, Shaolin had seventy-two unique skills that were famous all over the world. As for the other ordinary martial arts that were brought into the temple by various monks, there were even more.

Buddhist scriptures, martial arts, Buddhist insights, and martial arts insights. There were many things on the bookshelves of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library. Standing in front of the bookshelves, it was as if one could feel the emotions of the predecessors over the years.

Zhang Wei walked to one of the bookshelves and noticed that there was an obvious label on it that read "Sanskrit Scriptures". He walked to the other bookshelf and saw that it read "Sanskrit Translations". As for the other bookshelves, they were also labeled with their own categories.

Some of the pages on the bookshelves had already turned yellow. It was obvious that they had been there for a long time.

Zhang Wei didn't pick them up. He started reading from a bookshelf near the door. It was a bookshelf of original Buddhist scriptures and Sanskrit texts. Its purpose was to warn the monks of Shaolin Temple to study Buddhism as soon as they entered the sect and not forget the foundation of Shaolin Temple.

Martial arts was only a means to protect the path, Buddhism was the foundation of the temple. The monks who tidied up the Sutra Depository had put in a lot of effort.

Zhang Wei didn't know Sanskrit, but he didn't skip the original Sanskrit book. Instead, he used his extraordinary memory to memorize it. When he saw the translation, he compared it with the other and began to learn the way to write and mean Sanskrit.

After a night, Zhang Wei finished reading the Sanskrit scriptures and their translation. In addition to learning some Buddhist knowledge, he also learned a foreign language, although he did not know how to read it.

Zhang Wei was reading a book in the Sutra Depository. He then put the book back in its original place and took another one. When the sky turned slightly bright and people's voices came in one after another, he checked to see if he had left any traces in the Sutra Depository. Then, he tidied up and left.

It was as if nothing had happened that night. Neither the monks in the temple nor the guardians of the Sutra Depository noticed anything unusual.

In the following month, Zhang Wei used the same method. During the day, he would hide in the dense forest of Mount Song to learn martial arts. At night, he would sneak into the Sutra Library to secretly read various scriptures and martial arts.

Whether it was Buddhism, the 72 Ultimate Skills, or many ordinary martial arts, they could always bring Zhang Wei many strange ideas and martial arts insights that he had never seen before, providing him with many feasible solutions to create martial arts.

This month, whether it was the 72 ultimate skills of Shaolin Temple, Tendon Changing Classic, Nine Yang Divine Skill, or Marrow Cleansing Classic, none of them could escape Zhang Wei's vicious hands. Even the formula and method of refining the Great Cyclic Pellet of Shaolin Temple were stolen under Zhang Wei's insistence.

Among them, the most difficult to obtain was the Marrow Cleansing Classic, because this scripture had never appeared in the Metal Martial World. After that, after much effort, Zhang Wei finally found a page made of a strange metal in a stone crack in the cave where Bodhidharma was facing the wall. It was the long-lost Marrow Cleansing Classic of Shaolin Temple.

At this point, Zhang Wei had achieved all his goals for coming to Shaolin and left quietly.

After that, Shaolin Temple went back to normal. They did not even know that there was an additional person in Shaolin Temple during this period of time.

For the Shaolin monks, they did not know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

After descending Mount Song and arriving at Luoyang, Zhang Wei found a big restaurant to have a good meal. As for avoiding meat and fish, Zhang Wei no longer cared about it after descending Mount Zhongnan.

After resting in Luoyang for a few days, Zhang Wei began his journey to Lin 'an, the capital of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Although the Southern Song Dynasty was in a corner, it had inherited a portion of the Northern Song Dynasty's property. The collection of books in the palace should be quite rich. This was the purpose of Zhang Wei's trip.

Along the way, Zhang Wei was still doing his old job. He picked the nests of many great bandits and killed some of the evil tyrants. On the one hand, he could do good deeds and uphold justice. On the other hand, he could do some small experiments on these people to verify some conjectures about martial arts.

With the panic of the evil people everywhere, Zhang Wei also walked and stopped to his destination, Lin 'an.

Although the Song Dynasty was exhausted, its economy was extremely prosperous. Although it did not reach the level of the Great Tang, there were many foreigners on the streets.

The bustling crowd, all kinds of hawking and shouting, and all kinds of working sounds made Lin 'an City extremely noisy. From time to time, one could even hear the broken official language of the Song Dynasty from foreigners. It was just like a Song Dynasty version of an international metropolis.

Zhang Wei walked among the crowd and experienced the prosperity of this world. However, he could almost see the destruction of the country and the death of the family.

How long could this golden age last?

Thinking of the tragic scene, Zhang Wei had the urge to do something. He muttered in his heart,"This time, I'll go and see the emperor. If there's still hope, I'll save him. It won't be a waste for me to come to this world.”

With this thought in mind, Zhang Wei made up his mind to visit the current emperor that night and see if the Song Dynasty could still be saved.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. A gentle breeze blew.

Under the cover of the night, Zhang Wei avoided many checkpoints and successfully entered the Southern Song Dynasty's imperial palace.

Zhao Gou, who was born in 1107, was only a young man in his twenties. His face was pale and his body was thin. At this time, he was still young and full of hope for the Song Dynasty. Every night, he would revise the memorials until very late, and he did not look like he had fainted at all.

Perhaps he was tired from work, Zhao Gou rubbed his sore arm and called out,""Someone, bring me a cup of ginseng tea.”

Zhao Gou's voice trailed off, but he didn't hear a reply. He couldn't help but feel unhappy. He thought that the maid and eunuch had fallen asleep while he was working, so he couldn't help but look up.

He broke out in a cold sweat.

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