Chapter 98: Legend of Affinity, January 15

　　 Jueguang sighed and took ten sets of "Ksitigarbha Sutra", which had been copied by hand for several months, to Yigu Bieyuan.
　　Luzheng Kangnunu motioned him to put the scriptures on the couch.
　　 The monk was frowning, put down the book and stuck it in place, like a dark iron pillar.
"what you want to say?"
　　 The bald donkey smiled, "Buddha, I wonder if you have ever heard of the matter of Xiangshu?"
　　 "Mr. Xu said something," Lu Zhengkang continued to read "Easy Count of Plum Blossoms", "Why, the villain I just met is related to Xiangshu?"
　　 Jueguang nodded, "That's what the abbot said, has the Buddha paid attention to the fight between talents?"
　　 "Such a big movement, I am not deaf anymore, how can I not hear it."
　　 "Master the abbot said that he asked the monks to be more vigilant. This cult has a long history, and its station is in the southeast of Gyeonggi. I am afraid that there will be conflicts in the future."
"Ok."
　　 He looked in low spirits, making the monk a little anxious, turning his head and saying to Xu Ranxue, "Xu Xiucai, you have a sharp mouth, what do you mean by comradeship."
　　 The scholar is now picked up by the monk every day to go back and forth between the courtyard and his home, but he has accepted his favor, and it is not easy to show off to this bad bald donkey. He still remembers the quarrel with him on the night of August 14th.
　　 So Mr. Xu walked over with a reluctant expression, and squeezed directly to Jue Guang. The monk pouted his mouth and withdrew a few steps, which was considered soft.
　　 The scholar stood in front of Lu Zhengkang and cleared his throat, so Lu Zhengkang raised his head to listen.
"This link is the ancient demon god. Since written records, it has often caused disaster to the world, inducing the world to become evil and evil, turning into his minions." When Xu Ranxue opened his mouth, he was eloquent, clearly organized, and more articulate than those martial arts. Give many.
　　"Anyone who feels extremely sad is likely to become involved in evil. In addition, it is incredible to hear that many witchcraft and evil methods can promote people to evil.
"This demon is arrogant, but it is always evil. It is said that a group of peerless masters who claim to be descendants of Taiwu appeared on the rivers and lakes. They have secret methods to return the heartless people to their nature. Later, they united the major martial arts sects of the rivers and lakes. The great families of heroes suppressed the demon gods in one fell swoop, after which Hai Yan Heqing.
"It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. The Xiangshu broke out more than ten years ago. Within nine years, more than 30 emperors were killed. The dynasties changed. What is Song and Yuan, which is Ming and Qing? Not to mention. What kind of miscellaneous currents of the Later Liang, the Later Tang, and the Western Shu, I still remember, within a day, in a city, there were eight king flags, it is really a ugly Qin and Han, Yinmao Wei, Chensi Jin Sui, noon Tang, Shen Youxuhai is even more weird. Now thinking about it, I feel helpless, which shows that the gods and monsters are the source of troubled times."
　　 Jueguang's eyes widened, amazed.
　　 "Xiu Cai, you used to be the pillar of the opera troupe!"
　　 Xu Ranxue finished speaking in one breath, exhaled freely, and smiled faintly when he heard the bald donkey's run. "It's just that I have talked a lot, so I'm a little more proficient."
　　 Lu Zhengkang asked: "That's it?"
　　 "Yes, the story is like this, of course, those later are our personal experiences." Jueguang also nodded and said that he had no objection.
　　Lu Zhengkang thought, they don’t know as much as I do.
　　 "Do the abbots know more inside information?"
"Uh, there is one thing that should be regarded as an inside story. At the beginning, the various factions and even those aristocratic families who fought together in the Taiwu successor made an oath, and when the evils recur in the future, they will give their own martial arts to the contemporary. Taiwu can help it."
　　 "Are there any more?"
　　 "It should be gone. Master Abbot never concealed this. The Patriarch's Biography in the temple also mentioned the past of the Seal Xiangshu Demon. Anyone can read it. I remember the above."
　　 Now Xu Ranxue is also interested, "Talk about it."
The monk bounced word by word, his tone was dry, "The second ancestor is going, with magical powers to fight against each other for ten strikes, and after the Taiwu has completed the work, we will unite hundreds of thousands of masters to fight this 獠. Sealed under a pond in the wilderness, After the village was built, it was named after Tai Wu."
　　 "Nothing?" The scholar blinked.
　　 "It's gone." The monk nodded.
　　 "What's this? Does it mean that you are good at Shaolin martial arts, or that your second ancestor is the most outstanding?" Xu Ranxue made a snarling voice.
　　 "Believe it or not, the records of this matter from all schools are similar, and they all say how extraordinary their ancestors are." Jue Guang laughed, "How can you tell me what happened back then?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang sighed and continued reading.
　　……
　　 This Spring Festival, the atmosphere in Shaolin Temple is solemn, and because of the snowy weather, there are few pilgrims, and the huge treasure temple looks deserted and deserted.
For Sun Lichai, this Spring Festival is extremely cherished. After all, he is about to leave his hometown. For a child, this journey is still a bit heavy, not to mention whether the practice in Yigu'an can eat and wear warmth. Whether the bhikshuni and the sisters get along well or not, these are all unknowns.
　　 Such a terrible unknown, the unknown that made her feel very annoying.
　　 For Sun Lichai, everything is clearly the best, so she likes to learn and explore.
　　 Maybe learning is just a way to fill her inner fear.
　　 She couldn't tell what she was afraid of, and even felt she was not afraid of anything, but those nightmares could not be faked.
The joy of seeking knowledge is not important to her, but the important thing is to forget the complicated thoughts after falling into thinking~EbookFREE.me~The fifteenth of the first lunar month, the first lunar New Year, when everyone goes to the Zhaitang for lunch, everyone can get a bowl of sesame Lantern Festival , The sugar is full and delicious.
　　 Lu Zhengkang stood under the eaves of the wing after eating the Lantern Festival, looking at the plum blossoms in the corner.
Sun Lichai was wearing a thick cotton coat, carrying a string of firecrackers in her hand. When it was not lit, she dragged it to the ground, as if she was holding a red-scaled dead snake in her hand. She ran in the snow, leaving footprints one by one. Snow's firecrackers slid, like waving them wantonly, leaving traces of snakes.
　　 She has been running, panting, and screaming loudly from time to time, her voice is clear, her body bumps up and down, and her screams follow.
　　 The adults thought she was happy, and the children played with fun.
　　 Lu Zhengkang knew she was scared.
　　 Until she gets tired, everyone is also tired.
　　Sun Lichai stopped, moved to Lu Zhengkang's side, and sat down on the steps in front of him. Not far away, Sun Wang cried a cold on the ground, but after all he dared not say it out loud.
　　 Lu Zhengkang looked down at the little girl. She stared at the snowflakes falling into her tracks.
　　 eight defeats lie on his shoulders, even in winter, he is still alive and well.
　　 "You have to practice upper-level martial arts within ten years." He meditated in his heart, at least before the death of eight defeats, otherwise the gods will be hard to save.
　　Sun Lichai panted, "What is upper-level martial arts?"
　　 "At least, you have to interact with the heaven and the earth, seize the inspiration, and reverse the innate internal force."
　　 "Okay, I agree."
　　 A few monks who eavesdropped on the side smiled bitterly. Ordinary people practiced martial arts like reaching the sky. How can there be such a light saying? But a Bodhisattva is a celestial being after all, and if he says he can, he can definitely be.
　　 Lu Zhengkang nodded carelessly, listening to the low insect sounds in his ears.
　　 The snow stopped.