From the terrain, Longmian Mountain looks like a giant dragon lying across the endless wilderness, surrounded most of Tongcheng, and settled for thousands of years of culture and history. It is the backbone and backbone of the ancient Tongzi Kingdom.
The sun at noon after autumn is no longer as dazzling as summer. The warm sun penetrates the cotton-like cirrus in the sky, steaming the cool air that covers the earth slightly warms up. The mountain wind blows, it is cool and pleasant, and you can't feel the slightest stuffiness.
There are always purple maple leaves in the verdant pine forest. Looking out, the green green pine trees stand proudly in the wind, motionless
The golden light sifted between the leaves, accompanied by the breeze, is a shining embellishment in the autumn colors.
Zhaoming Temple was first built in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and has been around for more than a thousand years. It was built on the hillside of Longmian Mountain. During its heyday, it had six floors, twelve pavilions, thirty-two halls, and more than 800 monks.
From the top of the mountain, the clouds at the foot of the mountain are deserted, and the entire temple is shrouded in a faint morning mist, which looks simple and spectacular, with a grand atmosphere.
Fang Xuejian stalked his head and walked into the temple gate with his wife. The walls in front of him were still the same, the beams and eaves were still the same, and the brackets were still the same, but they seemed much older than a year ago. The walls in the corners were peeling off, and more than a dozen Buddha statues were dim in golden bodies. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the deserted scenery couldn't help but shake their heads secretly.
Although the monk Zhike realized that he had a familiar face and a similar body, how could he have this rich and generous dress, and had two beautiful young men like flowers. He was the young beggar Fang Xuejian who was dressed in rags, yellow skin and thin bones, and even dared not say anything after being fisted by them.
Fang Xuejian looked at him without looking sideways, kowtowed a few times in front of the Buddha statue with a serious face, stood up and took out two ingots of fifty taels and handed them to the monk Zhike, and asked: Can Zen Master Huijue be in the temple?
The monk Zhike was shocked and held a big ingot in his hands, thinking he was dreaming
After Emperor Jiajing ascended the throne, the whole country advocated Taoism and despised the Buddhist temple, monk temples, nunnery fireworks, and the doors were deserted. Zhaoming Temple had some influence in the local area. No one who had kindness to give alms has ever been more than twenty taels.
He did not expect that this little donor was kind and generous, and there were few in the world. He could get one hundred taels of silver with one move. He was really happy to come from the sky, and he calmed down and quickly praised him for his kindness and piousness, and was blessed by the Bodhisattva. He would be named in the Golden List in the future. He would be the top scholar in high school, become famous in history, have harmonious family, have a lot of descendants, and have endless blessings.
He compliments for a long time, his mouth was dry, and then he remembered Fang Xuejian's question, swallowed, and said: Master Fang is sitting in the backyard, do you want the little monk to go in and report it?
Fang Xuejian smiled and looked at his mouth that opened and closed quickly. He thought that the money the prostitute cheated on the client was to use the prostitute's white body as bait. The empty words of being a monk could allow the guests to take out the silver in their pockets in large quantities, and they were willing and had no complaints. The world was smart and slicker than these monks.
He knew the whereabouts of his master, and did not want to get involved with the verbal monk, so he stuffed two taels of silver for him and said: I'll just go there myself, and ask the masters in the kitchen to prepare a few bowls of vegetarian dishes. I want to have a meal with Zen Master Huijue.
The monk agreed repeatedly and left happily
Fang Xuejian has grown up here since childhood, and is familiar with the roads. He passes through the Medicine Buddha Hall, the Heavenly King Hall, the towering palace, the ancient trees, and passed the stone carving forest, and walked along a veranda to the abbot's room in the backyard.
Fang Xuejian made gestures to make his wife say softly, and tiptoed to the door. He was about to ask for a meeting when he suddenly heard an old voice from the door: Is it Jian'er? It was Zen Master Huijue who raised him.
Fang Xuejian felt a fever, his throat choked slightly, and he said respectfully: Master, the unfilial disciple Fang Xuejian is here to see you. With a whisper, he pushed open the board door, stepped forward, and then knelt down and kowtowed.
Chu He and Xiao Zhao followed in and saw that the room was hollow, with a bed, a few chairs, and the furnishings were very simple. A tall and thin old monk sat on the futon, with his hair and beard all white. I thought it was Zen Master Huijue, the head of Zhaoming Temple, and hurriedly followed Fang Xuejian to kneel down on the ground.
Zen Master Huijue smiled and looked at him happily, saying: Get up, these two girls are your companions?
Fang Xuejian felt a little embarrassed, turned his head and looked at his wife, and said: Master, these two... girls are the wives of disciples, concubines. Chu He and Xiao Zhao blushed, stood up, and sat on the ground with him in a cushion.
Zen Master Huijue was slightly stunned, then laughed and said: Teacher Jiang Changrong wrote a letter two months ago, saying that you suddenly disappeared, are you unable to endure the hardship, and ran back here? I waited for ten days and didn't see you coming back, so I replied to him and asked him to search for it. I don't want you to marry a wife secretly. No wonder I can't find it through the entire Anqing City.
Fang Xuejian didn't want to mention his scandal in front of his wife, so he tried his best to pass by.
It was noon and the kitchen was about to start dinner. Zen Master Huijue invited them to have dinner next door. The monk in the kitchen served vegetarian dishes and rice.
Fang Xuejian greeted the kitchen in advance. In addition to the vegetables, radish and tofu they usually eat, they also added three vegetarian dishes, including Buddha-hand fish rolls, milk soup vegetarian stew and braised chicken. The soup is rosy and shiny, and the taste is fresh and fragrant. Compared with the big fish and meat that I am used to eating, it has a unique taste.
It was so happy that Fang Xuejian suddenly thought of something and looked up and asked: Master, I haven't seen it for more than a year. Why do these houses and walls in the temple feel a lot of dilapidated? It used to be magnificent, as if it was a palace.
Zen Master Huijue glanced at him, wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth with a dining cloth, and said: Have you seen the palace? When he saw Fang Xuejian shook his head, Zen Master Huijue smiled and said: Zhaoming Temple has always been like this, Jianer, it is your vision that has changed.
My vision has changed? Fang Xuejian seemed to have some insights, but he still seemed to be confused. I have never changed.
Zen Master Huijue smiled more kindly, looked at him kindly, and said: Jian'er Ah, you have become more and more. If I'm not mistaken, the robe you are wearing is made of good Huzhou silk, and the style is also the most popular nowadays. It costs a lot of money, right?
Fang Xuejian suddenly realized that nothing had changed. Zhaoming Temple was still the Zhaoming Temple before, Zilai Teahouse was still the Zilai Teahouse before, imitation meal pastries were still the imitation meal pastries before, the only thing that changed was himself.
The rich and luxurious life has completely changed myself
After lunch, Fang Xuejian wanted to chat with his master for a while, so he found a wife who was big or small.
The two returned to the Zen room. Fang Xuejian closed the door and then knelt down and said sobbingly: Master, I am in trouble. You must make an idea for me.
Zen Master Huijue was shocked and hurriedly reached out to help him, saying: Jian'er, tell me about the experience of more than a year, and you can help you... With your arms pressed, it was like supporting him on a mountain. Fang Xuejian's body was still motionless, thinking: Good boy, I'm afraid that my internal strength has been in 50 years, so I don't know where I picked it up?
He used the Arhat's magical skill of subduing demons and practicing hard, and then he set up Fang Xuejian, who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile: Jian'er, your internal strength is very strong.
Fang Xuejian smiled knowingly, helped him sit on the cushion, sat opposite him, and said with a bitter face: Master, things must start with this internal strength. One day, I was collecting herbs in Yinggong Mountain, and a small golden snake accidentally crawled into my mouth...
He talked about the important things he had experienced over the past two months, avoiding what should be avoided, modifying what should be modified, and processing what should be processed. The focus of the final concentration is naturally the lovely wife of Long Hongling and the extremely cute mother-in-law of Qin Lingshuang. He was kidnapped by eighteen black-clothed messengers from the violent and cruel Tianshan Piaomiao Peak, threatening him to take out a million taels of silver to redeem himself, otherwise he would have to tear the tickets.
These eighteen black-clothed messengers were all very skilled in martial arts, shocking the world. One of them beats a big bull into meat sauce with one punch, and the other one is like a bird, able to fly freely in the air. There is another even more excessive. Wherever he walked, no matter the courtyard or hall, the granite half a foot thick on the ground would break inch by inch.
The more Zen Master Huijue listened, the more solemn his face became. Finally, he raised his head, looked at the gray tiles on the roof, his snow-white eyebrows trembled slightly, and murmured: Piaomiao Peak, Lingjiu Palace, Piaomiao Peak, Lingjiu Palace... Suddenly he lowered his head and said: Jian'er, do you know why I sent you to Mingjian Villa? Fang Xuejian shook his head
This time you go up the mountain, you must have gone to your parents' grave to sweep the tomb? Fang Xuejian nodded. Half of his purpose in coming back to Tongcheng this time was to bring two wives to the grave to worship their parents.
Zen Master Huijue chanted Amitabha Buddha and sighed, saying: Jian'er, your grandfather Fang Huiyin was an official and was honest and quiet. He worked diligently in office and benefited the people. After his death, he was honest and did not even have a decent house. He was also a rare wise minister in ancient times. I took you in for him.
You are now the only descendant of the Fang family. I am responsible for the important task of continuing the family line. I sent you to Mingjian Villa to learn skills. I want you to learn some skills from Teacher Jiang, so that you can find a job like a yamen runner, a yard guard, and a child, and live a simple life, but... Alas, God's will Ah God's will
Fang Xuejian knelt down on the ground and cried and said: The disciple is ignorant, he has never understood the master's painstaking efforts, he has resentment, causing trouble outside, making the master worry, and has a lot of sin.
Zen Master Huijue came over, helped him stand up, stroked his head with pity, and said: Silly child, how many days will you live at this age of Master? As long as you can be safe and sound, it is more important than anything else to go to Tianshan. The journey is more dangerous. In addition, the magic of Lingjiu Palace martial arts, you must be careful to deal with it. If you can tolerate it, you will be able to cause trouble. It is crucial to avoid trouble. Your internal strength is already quite good, but you don’t know how to use it correctly. Now Master gives you something, come here.
Fang Xuejian was overjoyed and thought to himself: Master is the senior brother of Huiming, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. One of the five remaining monks of the Hui generation, Shuoguo, and the things he took out were naturally extraordinary. He learned and practiced it from time to time. He slashed half a foot thick granite inch inch, and beat a big bull into meat sauce with one punch. It was so happy and refreshing.
But he pretended to be calm and calm, not happy with things or sad with himself, and asked softly: Master, what is it?
Zen Master Huijue walked to the bed, moved out the ingot-shaped wooden pillow, put it on the coffee table, raised his right palm and patted it gently, and the solid sandalwood pillow as solid as iron. Grele made a sound and slowly shattered, as if it was hit hard by a heavy object of thousands of pounds.
Fang Xuejian secretly shouted, "I'm so obedient," and said in a striking manner: Master's magical power is the world, and this palm power is probably not less than a thousand pounds. Is it the legendary "Prajna Vajra Palm"?
Zen Master Huijue smiled and shook his head and said: This is the "Summer Mountain Palm", one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin School. It comes out silently, and when it comes to the mountain, it is strongly guarding the Dantian, and it uses internal force to activate it. It is completely different from the "Prajna Vajra Palm". It keeps pulling and pulling on the hand, removing the broken wood pieces, revealing a flat iron box more than two inches high. It looks very old
Fang Xuejian's heart was pounding. The box was so hidden that the things in the box were conceivable. He opened his two glittering eyes wide, stared at him and pulled the lock down, reached out and slowly opened the box. What caught his eye were two yellow booklets. Three strange words were written on the pages. He had been exposed to Buddhist scriptures since he was a child and knew it was Sanskrit.
Zen Master Huijue picked up a beige jade pendant from the book and handed it to his hand. He smiled and said: Jian'er, this jade pendant was once a talisman for a strange man in the world. Master gave you as a gift for your wedding and keep it in close proximity. Maybe it will help you turn bad luck into good luck. As he said that, he reached out and covered the box again.
Hetian jade produced in Turpan can be divided into five categories: white jade, green jade, jade, black jade and topaz. Among them, white jade, i.e. mutton fat jade, is the most precious, topaz is the most common and cheapest. The same piece of jade often has a price of hundreds of times different.
Fang Xuejian saw that the jade pendant was carved into the shape of a pear, with a faint lingering character engraved on it, which seemed to be there or there. If you were not careful enough, you wouldn't be able to see it.
Although this jade pendant has a delicate texture and a soft luster, it is small and delicate, as thin as paper. It is not surprising that you can buy four or five for a hundred taels of silver.
He secretly scolded the master for being stingy. He saw Zen Master Huijue about to put away the iron box, but hurriedly reached out to stop it and begged: Master, the two books in this box look so connotational. Can you take them out and pay tribute to your disciples?
Zen Master Huijue said, "At that time, Master Bodhidharma practiced in Shaolin, Songshan, and after nine years of hard work, the Shaolin monks got an iron letter on his face, which contained two scriptures, one was the "Yi Jin Jing" and the other was the "Miracle Cleansing Sutra", which were the two books in the box. Unfortunately, the books were full of Indian characters. Can you understand it?
Fang Xuejian cheered out and said: It turns out that these two books are Shaolin's treasure "Yi Jin Jing" and "Miral Washing Sutra", which are indeed very connotative. Master, can you borrow it for a year and a half, and wait for the disciples to find the Indian people, translate them, and then return them to Zhao intact?
Zen Master Huijue patted his head gently and scolded: I haven't seen you for only a year, and you are getting more and more slippery. There are many people who understand Sanskrit in Shaolin monks. These two books have been translated hundreds of years ago. It doesn't take you to worry. The "Mart Cleansing Sutra" records a kind of exquisite innate internal strength. After learning it, it can fully regulate the five internal organs, twelve meridians, and eight extraordinary meridians, so as to cleanse all the filth in the body. From then on, the true qi of the dantian circulates in the body, and it will never stop. With every step, an invisible force will burst out. The defeat of the enemy is exactly what you need.
Fang Xuejian saw that he meant to pass on the "Miral Cleansing Sutra" to himself. After learning it, his internal force was sent and received from the heart, and he punched it out with one punch, cracking the stone through the wall, and it was extremely powerful. From then on, he became the ranks of first-class fighting masters. He was no longer afraid that others would bully him. He was happy and pretended to be humble and asked for advice, saying: Master, the "Miral Cleansing Sutra" is so mysterious, what about the "Yi Jin Jing"?
The "Yi Jin Jing" is a few exercise methods written by Master Bodhidharma to enhance the physical fitness of Buddhist disciples and improve muscles and bones. Ordinary people can practice to strengthen the body and nourish the body. In addition to the twelve-period physical exercises of the Jin Jin, there are some methods that consume a lot of financial resources and time, such as ejaculation, medicinal baths and luck. The small technique of skin sac, is not mentioned. From now on, I will explain the essence of the "Miral Cleansing Sutra" in chapters. You must listen attentively and not cross this threshold within three days. Can you do it?
Fang Xuejian knelt down and kowtowed, thanked him very much, went out to find Chu He and Xiao Zhao, told him the reason for the matter, and gave Zhike a twenty tael of silver, asking him to make a room in the backyard for them to live in the evening.
The wife of all ages was used to following him and said she would be separated for three days, so she was not willing to follow her. Fang Xuejian was so arrogant that she gave her the same exquisite jade jewelry, so she reluctantly agreed.
Returning to his room to practice in seclusion, Zen Master Huijue started to explain in detail when he waited for him to sit down.
The "Martial Cleansing Sutra" combines the great achievements of Buddhism's internal strength, which is profound and magical. It is not a year or two to understand and master it. Fortunately, the foundation of internal strength has become deep. The two meridians of Ren and Du are connected, and there is no obstacle to the flow of true qi. I just don't know how to use it correctly. It's like a three-year-old child with hundreds of thousands of silver in his pocket, but I don't know how to spend it.
Any internal strength, qi storage is the first level, channel is the second level, and use is the third level, and you can't do it at all.
A very simple truth. If you only have one hundred taels of silver in your pocket but want to buy five hundred taels of goods, the only way is to save money.
There is also a method of skill in martial arts that can achieve a great success. Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain use the most.
This method sounds very powerful at first glance, but it is quite difficult to operate. The key lies in grasping the timing. When the other party's old power has been exhausted and the new power has not yet been born, it is actually a small amount of time.
If you don't see it correctly when using a 4-two-two, you will be a little bit short of it. If you can't move it, you will be able to push it down with a thousand pounds. The only consequence is that you will be bleeding and die. It's not a playful thing.
The channel is the circulation channel. If you spend ten years saving 500 taels of silver but have bought a passbook in the bank for five years and cannot take it out and spend it at any time, the 500 taels of silver is still useless.
This is the case with money and true qi. The smoothness of meridians is the guarantee of the operation of true qi.
Fang Xuejian undoubtedly laid a solid foundation at the two barriers of gas storage and channel, and the foundation has been well cultivated. For example, the Dujiangyan irrigation project was fully completed, and the Wanxi Lake had accumulated huge ocean soaking. When the water arrived, the canal was formed. The remaining barrier was how to open the gate and release the water.
Internal strength is a magical item with slow growth and slow recovery. It uses the limited amount of true energy to create the greatest destructive power. This is the ideal that every practitioner dreams of.
That's true, although some hypocritical novelists insist on proclaiming the protagonist as noble and selfless
Fang Xuejian followed Zen Master Huijue's explanation, memorized it carefully, and carefully understood it. He ran the true qi in his body according to the specific route recorded in the "Mystery Washing Sutra". All the suffocation points were suddenly understood.
After he practiced the Shaoyin Kidney Meridian
Practice the Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian, after practicing the Taiyin Spleen Meridian, Practice the Taiyang Spleen Meridian, and all six meridians in the foot are trained. Shaoyang Shaoyin is integrated and harmonized, and internal strength can reach the legs smoothly. The sending and receiving from the heart. With one step, a piece of bricks and stones on the ground is broken.
He immersed himself in it wholeheartedly. After practicing a meridian, his martial arts rose to a higher level and completely ignored the outside world, from dawn to noon, from noon to dusk, and from dusk to dawn the next day
When Zen Master Huijue finished explaining the whole book, he also completed the practice of all the meridians. It was the evening of the third day.
Fang Xue gradually breathed a long sigh, feeling refreshed, and his internal strength was moving, and everything seemed to be in a surging force that was about to be released from his body.
He bid farewell to Zen Master Huijue and walked to the meditation room where his wife lived. From a distance, he heard the sound of Chuhe coming from the room. He giggled, and even his hearing improved a lot.
He deliberately let his footsteps lightly, pushed open the room suddenly, and saw a slim figure in a tender yellow shirt standing in front of the window, flew over in the air, laughing loudly, saying: Kiss my wife, if you don’t see you for a day, if you don’t see you for three days, if you don’t see you for nine days, if you don’t see you for nine days, let your husband touch your little pigeon, have you grown up?
Amid the woman's scream, her palms passed through the woman's armpits, and she grasped two soft and plump things without any bias. Only Xiao Zhao's voice was heard in her ears: Husband, you...you have caught the wrong person.
Fang Xuejian opened his mouth wide in horror and turned his head to look at him. Chu He and Xiao Zhao were sitting cross-legged on the bed. So... So who is the woman in her arms?
The woman in yellow suddenly got caught in a vital position, her breathing paused, and almost fainted. She turned around and her cold forehead rubbed against the soft and hard tip of the strange man's soft and hard nose. Her clear face was completely distorted, her pupils contracted, and the fear and panic in her eyes were like two flames in the strong wind. She wanted to hide, but she had nowhere to hide.
Fang Xuejian Oops, his body trembled, as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake, and he suddenly pulled back two big demon clutches that were turning clouds and rain. His expression was extremely awkward. He raised his head and did not dare to face her dark eyes with rich connotations, but he clearly felt a shiny luster slowly gathering and shaking, just like the tide surging under the sea under the moonlight
On the wall beside the window is a Wei stele calligraphy, with simple official script, with a straight and generous font, strong and powerful momentum. The Buddha said: The wind does not move, the flag does not move, it is your heart that moves.
Fang Xuejian let out a sigh of relief, and the Buddha said: If your hands don’t move, your breasts don’t move, it’s everyone’s heart that moves. If you follow Buddhist theory, isn’t what happened just an illusion?
He felt relaxed and was about to use this as a basis to use the Buddha's fearless dedication to cut flesh and feed the eagle, and a loud head hammer had already been hit on his forehead. Chu He's voice sounded in his ears: Have you taken advantage of it, why don't you apologize to Sister Yunxia quickly?
Fang Xuejian touched his scalp, looked unjust and innocent, bowed to the woman in yellow, and said: Sister Yunxia, you are so dignified and beautiful, you must be reincarnated by Guanyin Bodhisattva, being generous and compassionate to others. The boy just now made a skill itch, and he accidentally scratched... The place where you accidentally scratched is so offensive, so please forgive me generously
Yunxia's face turned red and white. Seeing that he apologized, he was serious and sincere. He was neither scolding nor scolding. He was full of grievances and had nowhere to vent his grievances. He threw himself into Chu He's arms and started crying.
Fang Xuejian is not afraid of the world, and is most afraid of women crying. He immediately panicked and asked a few words of comfort, but he didn't know how to speak. He turned around and glanced at Xiao Zhao looking at him with a sly face, and said seriously: Xiao Zhao, my husband has something to ask you, come out.
Xiao Zhao responded, got out of bed and put on the small cotton shoes with green embroidered, followed him step by step, and walked out of the room.
As soon as I left the room, my waist tightened and I was already surrounded by two iron-like arms. I couldn't move at all. My two red lips opened in a thread and were held in a hot mouth. My heart beat faster and my mind suddenly became chaotic.
Twilight is like a huge turtle, slowly climbing over from the foot of the mountain, heavy and tireless, two figures overlapped together on the ground, as the sky became dark and blurred, the autumn wind blew across the bleak courtyard, and the weeds on the wall swayed back and forth like drunkards
The two leaned against the wall of the Zen room, gagging with their lips and tongue, like two hungry vampires, greedy and obsessed. Until a monk who was delivering vegetarian food accidentally walked, hit the pillar of the porch, ping pong, bowls, plates, chopsticks and chopsticks fell all over the floor, and the forehead was swollen like an egg, screaming and screaming. Then the two of them separated reluctantly, looked at each other and returned to the room together.
The lights in the room were rippling. When they saw the two of them entering the room, Chu He showed a naughty smile and said: After so long, where have you gone to steal food? But what delicious food is there to bring to us?
Fang Xuejian saw the woman in yellow sitting at the table, with a well-proportioned oval face, a small nose and a fair skin, and a 70-eight-size little girl. She just lowered her head and couldn't see what her expression was on her face.
He laughed and said: What's the delicious food in this place? Even the mice are so hungry that they are skinny and bone-like. Why don't we go down the mountain to eat?
Chu He and Xiao Zhao have been bored with eating vegetables and tofu these days, so they clapped and cheered, and Yunxia had no objection.
A few people cleaned up, and Fang Xuejian returned to the abbot's room to bid farewell to Zen Master Huijue. Before leaving, he handed over three silver notes of one thousand taels to him as the repair cost of Zhaoming Temple.
The four of them chatted and laughed all the way, walked down the mountain, and the cool breeze blew on their faces, and they felt a different kind of pleasure.
Speaking of Yunxia, Chu He and Xiao Zhao looked at each other and laughed. It turned out that yesterday afternoon, they were bored and went out to play outside the temple. However, on a hillside, they saw a large manor below, surrounded by green water, winding paths, countless pavilions, towers, strange peaks and rocks. They couldn't help but be curious, looking for a way to see what happened.
The mountain road was winding and twists and turns. The two of them were not familiar with the nearby paths. They walked farther and farther away. They couldn't find the manor, but they got lost in the mountains and couldn't get out for a long time.
The sun was falling, and the two walked through a row of pine forests. They vaguely heard the cry of a woman in front of them, heartbreaking and desolate
The two of them quickly took a few steps, turned a hillside, and saw a cave, two men with a look of servants were pulling a young woman.
The woman was disheveled and cried and screamed. Her clothes were torn to pieces, but she held a jujube tree in front of the hole and refused to let go.
A servant was impatient, lifted his big foot and kicked the woman in the back hard. The woman's mouth bleeded and cried even more miserably
Chu He was simple in mind, how could he see such unfair things? He ran forward and beat the two strong men dizzy after a few flying feet. He searched for teeth all over the ground and saved the woman. This woman was Yunxia
The true story of the double beauty saving people flowed out from the mouths of the two servants. It spread to ten people in the place, and the ten people spread to hundreds of people. The more they talked, the more magic it became, over time, and it became a mythical legend.
On the way to the Queen Mother of the West, the two fairies saw two extremely powerful men bullying a weak woman on Longmian Mountain, so they flew down to rescue her.
Because of his fairy spirit, the woman later married Zhang Juzheng, the Prime Minister, and was rich and prosperous all her life. After her death, she was also named the first-rank lady of the Fuguo Kingdom, with extremely gloriousness.
Don't you believe it?
Climbing up to Longmian Mountain to take a look. The broken rock cave is now called Shuanggu Cave, and the jujube tree is now called Date Fairy Tree. This is a real thing.
Having said that, if it weren't for a fairy, where would there be such a beautiful girl in the world? And there were two?
Fang Xuejian didn't know that his wife would become a fairy who was circulated by thousands of people. He shook his head and said: Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous, good at running around and jumping around. It would be strange if he didn't get lost in such a big mountain. If he was injured by a poisonous snake or beast, where would he go to treat the deep mountains and wild ridges? Honestly, who made the idea this time? Fang's family law, old rules, five hundred whips
Why are you again? Dear your wife, you are still fighting with someone. If the other party is two super experts, you will rush up like this, and you will become a meat bun and beat a dog. If you go there, don't pout and add five hundred whips
Yunxia, who had been following the three of them, couldn't help but feel angry and looked up and said: You are so fond of no one. You always have to whip people with your hair. How can you still have your life after hitting these thousand whips? Sister Chu He rushed up to save me, and it wasn't her who came to fight with someone.
Fang Xuejian turned his head and saw her staring at her stubbornly, her eyes as dark as ink were full of anger, her long rows of eyelashes flashed, she was not young, but she was still cute and cute, and she smiled and said: This is a family law, a hard rule, and it cannot be changed. If I whip this thousand whip, it will really make your sister Chu He want to die in ecstasy and suffer in great pain. She is your savior. Haven't you ever thought of getting her a few whip?
The wife, who heard him say such rumors in front of strangers, had a flushed cheek and was ashamed. Yunxia finally understood what was going on when she came to whip. Her face was even red like a burning cloud. She spat lightly, lowered her head and ignored him.
Fang Xuejian was proud and teased her in every way. Yunxia didn't say anything and didn't even raise her head. It was not until she asked about her birth that Yunxia looked at him. The light of water appeared in her eyes, and it was extremely sad. After a moment of silence, she spoke:
I have never seen my father since I was a child, and I depended on each other for my life. Two years ago, my mother died of illness and had no money to bury her family. She had to sell herself to Longmian Villa as a slave. She has always served the old lady. This year, Mr. Li celebrated his 88th birthday and said that he would be happy and good things come together. He wanted to marry me as his thirteenth concubine. I...
Fang Xuejian tripped by a sharp rock on the ground and almost fell down. He thought there was something wrong with his ears, so he stood up with the help of his wife and turned around and asked: How old is this Mr. Li?
Eighty-eight Yunxia looked up and glanced at him quickly, her voice as light as a mosquito.
Fang Xuejian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter and said: The 88-year-old turtle, the whip underneath can jump up and hit people. It is also a super rare animal. Damn, if you want to be sexy, you don’t need to find a young and beautiful Ah like you. It’s just a waste of resources. Does this old turtle have a little human nature? Being a real person and gods are angry, and the laws of nature are not tolerant. Wife, guess whether this old turtle can live to be 89 years old?
The sun at noon after autumn is no longer as dazzling as summer. The warm sun penetrates the cotton-like cirrus in the sky, steaming the cool air that covers the earth slightly warms up. The mountain wind blows, it is cool and pleasant, and you can't feel the slightest stuffiness.
There are always purple maple leaves in the verdant pine forest. Looking out, the green green pine trees stand proudly in the wind, motionless
The golden light sifted between the leaves, accompanied by the breeze, is a shining embellishment in the autumn colors.
Zhaoming Temple was first built in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and has been around for more than a thousand years. It was built on the hillside of Longmian Mountain. During its heyday, it had six floors, twelve pavilions, thirty-two halls, and more than 800 monks.
From the top of the mountain, the clouds at the foot of the mountain are deserted, and the entire temple is shrouded in a faint morning mist, which looks simple and spectacular, with a grand atmosphere.
Fang Xuejian stalked his head and walked into the temple gate with his wife. The walls in front of him were still the same, the beams and eaves were still the same, and the brackets were still the same, but they seemed much older than a year ago. The walls in the corners were peeling off, and more than a dozen Buddha statues were dim in golden bodies. The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the deserted scenery couldn't help but shake their heads secretly.
Although the monk Zhike realized that he had a familiar face and a similar body, how could he have this rich and generous dress, and had two beautiful young men like flowers. He was the young beggar Fang Xuejian who was dressed in rags, yellow skin and thin bones, and even dared not say anything after being fisted by them.
Fang Xuejian looked at him without looking sideways, kowtowed a few times in front of the Buddha statue with a serious face, stood up and took out two ingots of fifty taels and handed them to the monk Zhike, and asked: Can Zen Master Huijue be in the temple?
The monk Zhike was shocked and held a big ingot in his hands, thinking he was dreaming
After Emperor Jiajing ascended the throne, the whole country advocated Taoism and despised the Buddhist temple, monk temples, nunnery fireworks, and the doors were deserted. Zhaoming Temple had some influence in the local area. No one who had kindness to give alms has ever been more than twenty taels.
He did not expect that this little donor was kind and generous, and there were few in the world. He could get one hundred taels of silver with one move. He was really happy to come from the sky, and he calmed down and quickly praised him for his kindness and piousness, and was blessed by the Bodhisattva. He would be named in the Golden List in the future. He would be the top scholar in high school, become famous in history, have harmonious family, have a lot of descendants, and have endless blessings.
He compliments for a long time, his mouth was dry, and then he remembered Fang Xuejian's question, swallowed, and said: Master Fang is sitting in the backyard, do you want the little monk to go in and report it?
Fang Xuejian smiled and looked at his mouth that opened and closed quickly. He thought that the money the prostitute cheated on the client was to use the prostitute's white body as bait. The empty words of being a monk could allow the guests to take out the silver in their pockets in large quantities, and they were willing and had no complaints. The world was smart and slicker than these monks.
He knew the whereabouts of his master, and did not want to get involved with the verbal monk, so he stuffed two taels of silver for him and said: I'll just go there myself, and ask the masters in the kitchen to prepare a few bowls of vegetarian dishes. I want to have a meal with Zen Master Huijue.
The monk agreed repeatedly and left happily
Fang Xuejian has grown up here since childhood, and is familiar with the roads. He passes through the Medicine Buddha Hall, the Heavenly King Hall, the towering palace, the ancient trees, and passed the stone carving forest, and walked along a veranda to the abbot's room in the backyard.
Fang Xuejian made gestures to make his wife say softly, and tiptoed to the door. He was about to ask for a meeting when he suddenly heard an old voice from the door: Is it Jian'er? It was Zen Master Huijue who raised him.
Fang Xuejian felt a fever, his throat choked slightly, and he said respectfully: Master, the unfilial disciple Fang Xuejian is here to see you. With a whisper, he pushed open the board door, stepped forward, and then knelt down and kowtowed.
Chu He and Xiao Zhao followed in and saw that the room was hollow, with a bed, a few chairs, and the furnishings were very simple. A tall and thin old monk sat on the futon, with his hair and beard all white. I thought it was Zen Master Huijue, the head of Zhaoming Temple, and hurriedly followed Fang Xuejian to kneel down on the ground.
Zen Master Huijue smiled and looked at him happily, saying: Get up, these two girls are your companions?
Fang Xuejian felt a little embarrassed, turned his head and looked at his wife, and said: Master, these two... girls are the wives of disciples, concubines. Chu He and Xiao Zhao blushed, stood up, and sat on the ground with him in a cushion.
Zen Master Huijue was slightly stunned, then laughed and said: Teacher Jiang Changrong wrote a letter two months ago, saying that you suddenly disappeared, are you unable to endure the hardship, and ran back here? I waited for ten days and didn't see you coming back, so I replied to him and asked him to search for it. I don't want you to marry a wife secretly. No wonder I can't find it through the entire Anqing City.
Fang Xuejian didn't want to mention his scandal in front of his wife, so he tried his best to pass by.
It was noon and the kitchen was about to start dinner. Zen Master Huijue invited them to have dinner next door. The monk in the kitchen served vegetarian dishes and rice.
Fang Xuejian greeted the kitchen in advance. In addition to the vegetables, radish and tofu they usually eat, they also added three vegetarian dishes, including Buddha-hand fish rolls, milk soup vegetarian stew and braised chicken. The soup is rosy and shiny, and the taste is fresh and fragrant. Compared with the big fish and meat that I am used to eating, it has a unique taste.
It was so happy that Fang Xuejian suddenly thought of something and looked up and asked: Master, I haven't seen it for more than a year. Why do these houses and walls in the temple feel a lot of dilapidated? It used to be magnificent, as if it was a palace.
Zen Master Huijue glanced at him, wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth with a dining cloth, and said: Have you seen the palace? When he saw Fang Xuejian shook his head, Zen Master Huijue smiled and said: Zhaoming Temple has always been like this, Jianer, it is your vision that has changed.
My vision has changed? Fang Xuejian seemed to have some insights, but he still seemed to be confused. I have never changed.
Zen Master Huijue smiled more kindly, looked at him kindly, and said: Jian'er Ah, you have become more and more. If I'm not mistaken, the robe you are wearing is made of good Huzhou silk, and the style is also the most popular nowadays. It costs a lot of money, right?
Fang Xuejian suddenly realized that nothing had changed. Zhaoming Temple was still the Zhaoming Temple before, Zilai Teahouse was still the Zilai Teahouse before, imitation meal pastries were still the imitation meal pastries before, the only thing that changed was himself.
The rich and luxurious life has completely changed myself
After lunch, Fang Xuejian wanted to chat with his master for a while, so he found a wife who was big or small.
The two returned to the Zen room. Fang Xuejian closed the door and then knelt down and said sobbingly: Master, I am in trouble. You must make an idea for me.
Zen Master Huijue was shocked and hurriedly reached out to help him, saying: Jian'er, tell me about the experience of more than a year, and you can help you... With your arms pressed, it was like supporting him on a mountain. Fang Xuejian's body was still motionless, thinking: Good boy, I'm afraid that my internal strength has been in 50 years, so I don't know where I picked it up?
He used the Arhat's magical skill of subduing demons and practicing hard, and then he set up Fang Xuejian, who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile: Jian'er, your internal strength is very strong.
Fang Xuejian smiled knowingly, helped him sit on the cushion, sat opposite him, and said with a bitter face: Master, things must start with this internal strength. One day, I was collecting herbs in Yinggong Mountain, and a small golden snake accidentally crawled into my mouth...
He talked about the important things he had experienced over the past two months, avoiding what should be avoided, modifying what should be modified, and processing what should be processed. The focus of the final concentration is naturally the lovely wife of Long Hongling and the extremely cute mother-in-law of Qin Lingshuang. He was kidnapped by eighteen black-clothed messengers from the violent and cruel Tianshan Piaomiao Peak, threatening him to take out a million taels of silver to redeem himself, otherwise he would have to tear the tickets.
These eighteen black-clothed messengers were all very skilled in martial arts, shocking the world. One of them beats a big bull into meat sauce with one punch, and the other one is like a bird, able to fly freely in the air. There is another even more excessive. Wherever he walked, no matter the courtyard or hall, the granite half a foot thick on the ground would break inch by inch.
The more Zen Master Huijue listened, the more solemn his face became. Finally, he raised his head, looked at the gray tiles on the roof, his snow-white eyebrows trembled slightly, and murmured: Piaomiao Peak, Lingjiu Palace, Piaomiao Peak, Lingjiu Palace... Suddenly he lowered his head and said: Jian'er, do you know why I sent you to Mingjian Villa? Fang Xuejian shook his head
This time you go up the mountain, you must have gone to your parents' grave to sweep the tomb? Fang Xuejian nodded. Half of his purpose in coming back to Tongcheng this time was to bring two wives to the grave to worship their parents.
Zen Master Huijue chanted Amitabha Buddha and sighed, saying: Jian'er, your grandfather Fang Huiyin was an official and was honest and quiet. He worked diligently in office and benefited the people. After his death, he was honest and did not even have a decent house. He was also a rare wise minister in ancient times. I took you in for him.
You are now the only descendant of the Fang family. I am responsible for the important task of continuing the family line. I sent you to Mingjian Villa to learn skills. I want you to learn some skills from Teacher Jiang, so that you can find a job like a yamen runner, a yard guard, and a child, and live a simple life, but... Alas, God's will Ah God's will
Fang Xuejian knelt down on the ground and cried and said: The disciple is ignorant, he has never understood the master's painstaking efforts, he has resentment, causing trouble outside, making the master worry, and has a lot of sin.
Zen Master Huijue came over, helped him stand up, stroked his head with pity, and said: Silly child, how many days will you live at this age of Master? As long as you can be safe and sound, it is more important than anything else to go to Tianshan. The journey is more dangerous. In addition, the magic of Lingjiu Palace martial arts, you must be careful to deal with it. If you can tolerate it, you will be able to cause trouble. It is crucial to avoid trouble. Your internal strength is already quite good, but you don’t know how to use it correctly. Now Master gives you something, come here.
Fang Xuejian was overjoyed and thought to himself: Master is the senior brother of Huiming, the abbot of Shaolin Temple. One of the five remaining monks of the Hui generation, Shuoguo, and the things he took out were naturally extraordinary. He learned and practiced it from time to time. He slashed half a foot thick granite inch inch, and beat a big bull into meat sauce with one punch. It was so happy and refreshing.
But he pretended to be calm and calm, not happy with things or sad with himself, and asked softly: Master, what is it?
Zen Master Huijue walked to the bed, moved out the ingot-shaped wooden pillow, put it on the coffee table, raised his right palm and patted it gently, and the solid sandalwood pillow as solid as iron. Grele made a sound and slowly shattered, as if it was hit hard by a heavy object of thousands of pounds.
Fang Xuejian secretly shouted, "I'm so obedient," and said in a striking manner: Master's magical power is the world, and this palm power is probably not less than a thousand pounds. Is it the legendary "Prajna Vajra Palm"?
Zen Master Huijue smiled and shook his head and said: This is the "Summer Mountain Palm", one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin School. It comes out silently, and when it comes to the mountain, it is strongly guarding the Dantian, and it uses internal force to activate it. It is completely different from the "Prajna Vajra Palm". It keeps pulling and pulling on the hand, removing the broken wood pieces, revealing a flat iron box more than two inches high. It looks very old
Fang Xuejian's heart was pounding. The box was so hidden that the things in the box were conceivable. He opened his two glittering eyes wide, stared at him and pulled the lock down, reached out and slowly opened the box. What caught his eye were two yellow booklets. Three strange words were written on the pages. He had been exposed to Buddhist scriptures since he was a child and knew it was Sanskrit.
Zen Master Huijue picked up a beige jade pendant from the book and handed it to his hand. He smiled and said: Jian'er, this jade pendant was once a talisman for a strange man in the world. Master gave you as a gift for your wedding and keep it in close proximity. Maybe it will help you turn bad luck into good luck. As he said that, he reached out and covered the box again.
Hetian jade produced in Turpan can be divided into five categories: white jade, green jade, jade, black jade and topaz. Among them, white jade, i.e. mutton fat jade, is the most precious, topaz is the most common and cheapest. The same piece of jade often has a price of hundreds of times different.
Fang Xuejian saw that the jade pendant was carved into the shape of a pear, with a faint lingering character engraved on it, which seemed to be there or there. If you were not careful enough, you wouldn't be able to see it.
Although this jade pendant has a delicate texture and a soft luster, it is small and delicate, as thin as paper. It is not surprising that you can buy four or five for a hundred taels of silver.
He secretly scolded the master for being stingy. He saw Zen Master Huijue about to put away the iron box, but hurriedly reached out to stop it and begged: Master, the two books in this box look so connotational. Can you take them out and pay tribute to your disciples?
Zen Master Huijue said, "At that time, Master Bodhidharma practiced in Shaolin, Songshan, and after nine years of hard work, the Shaolin monks got an iron letter on his face, which contained two scriptures, one was the "Yi Jin Jing" and the other was the "Miracle Cleansing Sutra", which were the two books in the box. Unfortunately, the books were full of Indian characters. Can you understand it?
Fang Xuejian cheered out and said: It turns out that these two books are Shaolin's treasure "Yi Jin Jing" and "Miral Washing Sutra", which are indeed very connotative. Master, can you borrow it for a year and a half, and wait for the disciples to find the Indian people, translate them, and then return them to Zhao intact?
Zen Master Huijue patted his head gently and scolded: I haven't seen you for only a year, and you are getting more and more slippery. There are many people who understand Sanskrit in Shaolin monks. These two books have been translated hundreds of years ago. It doesn't take you to worry. The "Mart Cleansing Sutra" records a kind of exquisite innate internal strength. After learning it, it can fully regulate the five internal organs, twelve meridians, and eight extraordinary meridians, so as to cleanse all the filth in the body. From then on, the true qi of the dantian circulates in the body, and it will never stop. With every step, an invisible force will burst out. The defeat of the enemy is exactly what you need.
Fang Xuejian saw that he meant to pass on the "Miral Cleansing Sutra" to himself. After learning it, his internal force was sent and received from the heart, and he punched it out with one punch, cracking the stone through the wall, and it was extremely powerful. From then on, he became the ranks of first-class fighting masters. He was no longer afraid that others would bully him. He was happy and pretended to be humble and asked for advice, saying: Master, the "Miral Cleansing Sutra" is so mysterious, what about the "Yi Jin Jing"?
The "Yi Jin Jing" is a few exercise methods written by Master Bodhidharma to enhance the physical fitness of Buddhist disciples and improve muscles and bones. Ordinary people can practice to strengthen the body and nourish the body. In addition to the twelve-period physical exercises of the Jin Jin, there are some methods that consume a lot of financial resources and time, such as ejaculation, medicinal baths and luck. The small technique of skin sac, is not mentioned. From now on, I will explain the essence of the "Miral Cleansing Sutra" in chapters. You must listen attentively and not cross this threshold within three days. Can you do it?
Fang Xuejian knelt down and kowtowed, thanked him very much, went out to find Chu He and Xiao Zhao, told him the reason for the matter, and gave Zhike a twenty tael of silver, asking him to make a room in the backyard for them to live in the evening.
The wife of all ages was used to following him and said she would be separated for three days, so she was not willing to follow her. Fang Xuejian was so arrogant that she gave her the same exquisite jade jewelry, so she reluctantly agreed.
Returning to his room to practice in seclusion, Zen Master Huijue started to explain in detail when he waited for him to sit down.
The "Martial Cleansing Sutra" combines the great achievements of Buddhism's internal strength, which is profound and magical. It is not a year or two to understand and master it. Fortunately, the foundation of internal strength has become deep. The two meridians of Ren and Du are connected, and there is no obstacle to the flow of true qi. I just don't know how to use it correctly. It's like a three-year-old child with hundreds of thousands of silver in his pocket, but I don't know how to spend it.
Any internal strength, qi storage is the first level, channel is the second level, and use is the third level, and you can't do it at all.
A very simple truth. If you only have one hundred taels of silver in your pocket but want to buy five hundred taels of goods, the only way is to save money.
There is also a method of skill in martial arts that can achieve a great success. Taoist priests on Wudang Mountain use the most.
This method sounds very powerful at first glance, but it is quite difficult to operate. The key lies in grasping the timing. When the other party's old power has been exhausted and the new power has not yet been born, it is actually a small amount of time.
If you don't see it correctly when using a 4-two-two, you will be a little bit short of it. If you can't move it, you will be able to push it down with a thousand pounds. The only consequence is that you will be bleeding and die. It's not a playful thing.
The channel is the circulation channel. If you spend ten years saving 500 taels of silver but have bought a passbook in the bank for five years and cannot take it out and spend it at any time, the 500 taels of silver is still useless.
This is the case with money and true qi. The smoothness of meridians is the guarantee of the operation of true qi.
Fang Xuejian undoubtedly laid a solid foundation at the two barriers of gas storage and channel, and the foundation has been well cultivated. For example, the Dujiangyan irrigation project was fully completed, and the Wanxi Lake had accumulated huge ocean soaking. When the water arrived, the canal was formed. The remaining barrier was how to open the gate and release the water.
Internal strength is a magical item with slow growth and slow recovery. It uses the limited amount of true energy to create the greatest destructive power. This is the ideal that every practitioner dreams of.
That's true, although some hypocritical novelists insist on proclaiming the protagonist as noble and selfless
Fang Xuejian followed Zen Master Huijue's explanation, memorized it carefully, and carefully understood it. He ran the true qi in his body according to the specific route recorded in the "Mystery Washing Sutra". All the suffocation points were suddenly understood.
After he practiced the Shaoyin Kidney Meridian
Practice the Shaoyang Gallbladder Meridian, after practicing the Taiyin Spleen Meridian, Practice the Taiyang Spleen Meridian, and all six meridians in the foot are trained. Shaoyang Shaoyin is integrated and harmonized, and internal strength can reach the legs smoothly. The sending and receiving from the heart. With one step, a piece of bricks and stones on the ground is broken.
He immersed himself in it wholeheartedly. After practicing a meridian, his martial arts rose to a higher level and completely ignored the outside world, from dawn to noon, from noon to dusk, and from dusk to dawn the next day
When Zen Master Huijue finished explaining the whole book, he also completed the practice of all the meridians. It was the evening of the third day.
Fang Xue gradually breathed a long sigh, feeling refreshed, and his internal strength was moving, and everything seemed to be in a surging force that was about to be released from his body.
He bid farewell to Zen Master Huijue and walked to the meditation room where his wife lived. From a distance, he heard the sound of Chuhe coming from the room. He giggled, and even his hearing improved a lot.
He deliberately let his footsteps lightly, pushed open the room suddenly, and saw a slim figure in a tender yellow shirt standing in front of the window, flew over in the air, laughing loudly, saying: Kiss my wife, if you don’t see you for a day, if you don’t see you for three days, if you don’t see you for nine days, if you don’t see you for nine days, let your husband touch your little pigeon, have you grown up?
Amid the woman's scream, her palms passed through the woman's armpits, and she grasped two soft and plump things without any bias. Only Xiao Zhao's voice was heard in her ears: Husband, you...you have caught the wrong person.
Fang Xuejian opened his mouth wide in horror and turned his head to look at him. Chu He and Xiao Zhao were sitting cross-legged on the bed. So... So who is the woman in her arms?
The woman in yellow suddenly got caught in a vital position, her breathing paused, and almost fainted. She turned around and her cold forehead rubbed against the soft and hard tip of the strange man's soft and hard nose. Her clear face was completely distorted, her pupils contracted, and the fear and panic in her eyes were like two flames in the strong wind. She wanted to hide, but she had nowhere to hide.
Fang Xuejian Oops, his body trembled, as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake, and he suddenly pulled back two big demon clutches that were turning clouds and rain. His expression was extremely awkward. He raised his head and did not dare to face her dark eyes with rich connotations, but he clearly felt a shiny luster slowly gathering and shaking, just like the tide surging under the sea under the moonlight
On the wall beside the window is a Wei stele calligraphy, with simple official script, with a straight and generous font, strong and powerful momentum. The Buddha said: The wind does not move, the flag does not move, it is your heart that moves.
Fang Xuejian let out a sigh of relief, and the Buddha said: If your hands don’t move, your breasts don’t move, it’s everyone’s heart that moves. If you follow Buddhist theory, isn’t what happened just an illusion?
He felt relaxed and was about to use this as a basis to use the Buddha's fearless dedication to cut flesh and feed the eagle, and a loud head hammer had already been hit on his forehead. Chu He's voice sounded in his ears: Have you taken advantage of it, why don't you apologize to Sister Yunxia quickly?
Fang Xuejian touched his scalp, looked unjust and innocent, bowed to the woman in yellow, and said: Sister Yunxia, you are so dignified and beautiful, you must be reincarnated by Guanyin Bodhisattva, being generous and compassionate to others. The boy just now made a skill itch, and he accidentally scratched... The place where you accidentally scratched is so offensive, so please forgive me generously
Yunxia's face turned red and white. Seeing that he apologized, he was serious and sincere. He was neither scolding nor scolding. He was full of grievances and had nowhere to vent his grievances. He threw himself into Chu He's arms and started crying.
Fang Xuejian is not afraid of the world, and is most afraid of women crying. He immediately panicked and asked a few words of comfort, but he didn't know how to speak. He turned around and glanced at Xiao Zhao looking at him with a sly face, and said seriously: Xiao Zhao, my husband has something to ask you, come out.
Xiao Zhao responded, got out of bed and put on the small cotton shoes with green embroidered, followed him step by step, and walked out of the room.
As soon as I left the room, my waist tightened and I was already surrounded by two iron-like arms. I couldn't move at all. My two red lips opened in a thread and were held in a hot mouth. My heart beat faster and my mind suddenly became chaotic.
Twilight is like a huge turtle, slowly climbing over from the foot of the mountain, heavy and tireless, two figures overlapped together on the ground, as the sky became dark and blurred, the autumn wind blew across the bleak courtyard, and the weeds on the wall swayed back and forth like drunkards
The two leaned against the wall of the Zen room, gagging with their lips and tongue, like two hungry vampires, greedy and obsessed. Until a monk who was delivering vegetarian food accidentally walked, hit the pillar of the porch, ping pong, bowls, plates, chopsticks and chopsticks fell all over the floor, and the forehead was swollen like an egg, screaming and screaming. Then the two of them separated reluctantly, looked at each other and returned to the room together.
The lights in the room were rippling. When they saw the two of them entering the room, Chu He showed a naughty smile and said: After so long, where have you gone to steal food? But what delicious food is there to bring to us?
Fang Xuejian saw the woman in yellow sitting at the table, with a well-proportioned oval face, a small nose and a fair skin, and a 70-eight-size little girl. She just lowered her head and couldn't see what her expression was on her face.
He laughed and said: What's the delicious food in this place? Even the mice are so hungry that they are skinny and bone-like. Why don't we go down the mountain to eat?
Chu He and Xiao Zhao have been bored with eating vegetables and tofu these days, so they clapped and cheered, and Yunxia had no objection.
A few people cleaned up, and Fang Xuejian returned to the abbot's room to bid farewell to Zen Master Huijue. Before leaving, he handed over three silver notes of one thousand taels to him as the repair cost of Zhaoming Temple.
The four of them chatted and laughed all the way, walked down the mountain, and the cool breeze blew on their faces, and they felt a different kind of pleasure.
Speaking of Yunxia, Chu He and Xiao Zhao looked at each other and laughed. It turned out that yesterday afternoon, they were bored and went out to play outside the temple. However, on a hillside, they saw a large manor below, surrounded by green water, winding paths, countless pavilions, towers, strange peaks and rocks. They couldn't help but be curious, looking for a way to see what happened.
The mountain road was winding and twists and turns. The two of them were not familiar with the nearby paths. They walked farther and farther away. They couldn't find the manor, but they got lost in the mountains and couldn't get out for a long time.
The sun was falling, and the two walked through a row of pine forests. They vaguely heard the cry of a woman in front of them, heartbreaking and desolate
The two of them quickly took a few steps, turned a hillside, and saw a cave, two men with a look of servants were pulling a young woman.
The woman was disheveled and cried and screamed. Her clothes were torn to pieces, but she held a jujube tree in front of the hole and refused to let go.
A servant was impatient, lifted his big foot and kicked the woman in the back hard. The woman's mouth bleeded and cried even more miserably
Chu He was simple in mind, how could he see such unfair things? He ran forward and beat the two strong men dizzy after a few flying feet. He searched for teeth all over the ground and saved the woman. This woman was Yunxia
The true story of the double beauty saving people flowed out from the mouths of the two servants. It spread to ten people in the place, and the ten people spread to hundreds of people. The more they talked, the more magic it became, over time, and it became a mythical legend.
On the way to the Queen Mother of the West, the two fairies saw two extremely powerful men bullying a weak woman on Longmian Mountain, so they flew down to rescue her.
Because of his fairy spirit, the woman later married Zhang Juzheng, the Prime Minister, and was rich and prosperous all her life. After her death, she was also named the first-rank lady of the Fuguo Kingdom, with extremely gloriousness.
Don't you believe it?
Climbing up to Longmian Mountain to take a look. The broken rock cave is now called Shuanggu Cave, and the jujube tree is now called Date Fairy Tree. This is a real thing.
Having said that, if it weren't for a fairy, where would there be such a beautiful girl in the world? And there were two?
Fang Xuejian didn't know that his wife would become a fairy who was circulated by thousands of people. He shook his head and said: Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous, good at running around and jumping around. It would be strange if he didn't get lost in such a big mountain. If he was injured by a poisonous snake or beast, where would he go to treat the deep mountains and wild ridges? Honestly, who made the idea this time? Fang's family law, old rules, five hundred whips
Why are you again? Dear your wife, you are still fighting with someone. If the other party is two super experts, you will rush up like this, and you will become a meat bun and beat a dog. If you go there, don't pout and add five hundred whips
Yunxia, who had been following the three of them, couldn't help but feel angry and looked up and said: You are so fond of no one. You always have to whip people with your hair. How can you still have your life after hitting these thousand whips? Sister Chu He rushed up to save me, and it wasn't her who came to fight with someone.
Fang Xuejian turned his head and saw her staring at her stubbornly, her eyes as dark as ink were full of anger, her long rows of eyelashes flashed, she was not young, but she was still cute and cute, and she smiled and said: This is a family law, a hard rule, and it cannot be changed. If I whip this thousand whip, it will really make your sister Chu He want to die in ecstasy and suffer in great pain. She is your savior. Haven't you ever thought of getting her a few whip?
The wife, who heard him say such rumors in front of strangers, had a flushed cheek and was ashamed. Yunxia finally understood what was going on when she came to whip. Her face was even red like a burning cloud. She spat lightly, lowered her head and ignored him.
Fang Xuejian was proud and teased her in every way. Yunxia didn't say anything and didn't even raise her head. It was not until she asked about her birth that Yunxia looked at him. The light of water appeared in her eyes, and it was extremely sad. After a moment of silence, she spoke:
I have never seen my father since I was a child, and I depended on each other for my life. Two years ago, my mother died of illness and had no money to bury her family. She had to sell herself to Longmian Villa as a slave. She has always served the old lady. This year, Mr. Li celebrated his 88th birthday and said that he would be happy and good things come together. He wanted to marry me as his thirteenth concubine. I...
Fang Xuejian tripped by a sharp rock on the ground and almost fell down. He thought there was something wrong with his ears, so he stood up with the help of his wife and turned around and asked: How old is this Mr. Li?
Eighty-eight Yunxia looked up and glanced at him quickly, her voice as light as a mosquito.
Fang Xuejian was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into laughter and said: The 88-year-old turtle, the whip underneath can jump up and hit people. It is also a super rare animal. Damn, if you want to be sexy, you don’t need to find a young and beautiful Ah like you. It’s just a waste of resources. Does this old turtle have a little human nature? Being a real person and gods are angry, and the laws of nature are not tolerant. Wife, guess whether this old turtle can live to be 89 years old?
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