Chapter 278 Great Sounds Are Silent, Great Images Are Invisible, I Am a Monk with a Clear Mind, and I Am One Step Ahead. (4k)

November 1st.

Mount Wutai.

The World-Honored One sat down, and there were four great Bodhisattvas.

Among them, the dojo of Manjusri Bodhisattva, who represents wisdom, is right in front of Mount Wutai, and the other three dojos are Mount Putuo, Mount Jiuhua, and Mount Emei.

The five schools of Buddhism are these four great schools, plus Songshan Shaolin.

Wutai Mountain, the Buddhist land on earth.

Not only did it give birth to Wutai University, it was also the cradle of Longcheng Wuhan University.

That’s why this place is the origin of Master Lingkong!

…

Tayuan Temple.

Among the high mountains and ridges, a white pagoda dozens of feet tall stands.

Compared to the bustling Shaolin Temple.

Mount Wutai is quiet and cold.

Except for a few tourists, there is no martial arts master.

In the winter in the north, the endless fallen leaves rustle.

Under the tower, an old monk was sweeping the fallen leaves.

Lu Chenzhou stood quietly under the tower and watched, feeling the ancient charm.

Judging from the old monk's aura, he should be an ordinary person, not a martial arts practitioner.

"Are you the chief of Dragon City, Master Lu?"

"I can't afford it. My father-in-law can just call me Lu Chenzhou."

Because of his heroic deeds during this period, Lu Chenzhou also gained a reputation as a hero among the people, which made him ashamed. With his shallow cultivation, how can he be worthy of the name of a hero in this modern age where there are so many strong men? A hero is the title of a big shot who saved the country and the people in the old days.

The old monk smiled and said:

"Why should I not be worthy of it? Heroes and young heroes are all heroes. If you can punish the evil in front of you and do the good in front of you within the scope of your ability, you are a hero...

Martial arts masters are highly cultivated, but if they are indifferent to mortals like us, they will not be as respected as martial arts masters like you in our eyes. "

Lu Chenzhou nodded slightly in agreement.

It's so pitiful that he only does chivalry to make some money.

But a gentleman does not care about his intentions, as long as the result is good.

he asked:

"Old man, is this the place where Master Lingkong practiced in the past?"

The old monk nodded and said leisurely while sweeping the floor:

"Hundreds of years ago, Master Lingkong also swept the floors here. His real name was Li Xiangxiang. He thought it was too unpleasant, so he changed his name to... Li Lingkong.

The Li family is a big businessman in Shanxi. He has been familiar with the classics of the Three Religions since he was a child. He doesn't like politics and business. After the matchmaker's words determined his life, he said goodbye to his wife on the night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, ran away from home, and came to Mount Wutai to remain anonymous and study as a teacher. art.

However, Master Lingkong was just a low-level man with limited talents. He was eventually assigned to the servitor house by his guide, unable to become a monk or practice boxing.

I sweep the floor here every day, feeling depressed and frustrated. "

Lu Chenzhou sighed:

"The root bone is still the root bone..."

Two words have stumped so many heroes.

At that time, the talent selection system was imperfect, resources were very scarce, and the feudal dregs were thick. It was even more difficult for low-level people to change their fate against the odds.

In this era, ordinary people with no roots can still live without worries.

At that time, there were constant natural and man-made disasters and wars and chaos.

Not to mention, demons and ghosts hide in the dark and choose people to eat.

Can ordinary people's lives be better?

The old monk sighed:

“The bones are born innately, dividing people into three, six or nine grades.

Martial arts is still cruel. "

With the broadening of horizons.

Lu Chenzhou knew that the bones could be changed.

But how rare are the treasures of nature, materials and earth?

This path of changing one's destiny against the will of heaven is destined to be exclusive to those with great luck. As for awakening the Martial Bone Taoist Fetus, or having an epiphany? The same is true for winning the lottery, which is difficult to popularize.

If martial arts does not need to be limited by roots, or if the restrictions are smaller, then human civilization will surely be able to unearth a lot of gold that has been buried in frustration.

That's the real way everyone is like a dragon!

Unfortunately, no one can change this iron law from ancient times to the present.

The old monk said:

"Master Lingkong was not idle during the time he was sweeping the floor. As soon as he finished the work, he went to watch the monks boxing and learn from his master. He was not convinced.

Why can't I box if I have low bones?

At that time, Taiji was the most respected martial art in the world. Countless masters were born, and there were many masters, including Baji and Bagua. Among Buddhists, Arhat, Vajra, Bodhisattva and other boxings were the main ones, supplemented by Zen methods of cultivating the mind. This is authentic.

Xiangxiang boxing has existed since ancient times, but most of it is scattered among the people, or some small forces that are not popular. Then there is Shaolin. There are many Xiangxiang boxing masters in the world, but the quality is very poor. There are only a few masters, and there has never been a great master. .

Master Lingkong started practicing Xiangxiangquan. He had poor qualifications and practiced Baijiquan, so he practiced miscellaneously. In the end, he was not confused when he was forty, and he was unable to reach the realm of innateness. "

Lu Chenzhou smiled and said:

"Master Lingkong is a typical example of a late bloomer."

The old monk sighed:

"It is precisely because he was a late bloomer that the rise of Master Lingkong was as short-lived as a comet. He almost broke the sixth shackles and ended the thousand-year history that Zhang Zu said, but he had no choice but to be taken away by God. He died regretfully. It's a pity. , what a pity.”

Lu Chenzhou also understands these histories.

But he listened silently and let the old monk explain.

He felt that the old monk needed to share this with others.

The sweeping career that has lasted for many years is too boring and lonely.

The old monk said:

"At the age of forty, Lingkong left Mount Wutai. He felt deeply that his qualifications were dull and that he was indeed not qualified to practice martial arts. He decided to do something unprecedented and unprecedented. He wanted to visit the three religions, travel throughout Daxia, and spread the scattered Compiling and compiling folk pictographic boxing techniques, such a short life is a worthwhile trip.

He followed the route of Tianbao Taoist Xu Xiayin and began a twenty-year journey around the world, calling himself the "Foolish Monk of the Elephant". Finally, at the age of sixty, he finally compiled the "Book of All Things" that could change the history of martial arts. When the book was completed, he suddenly realized it and entered the realm of Xiantian at an unprecedented age. "

Lu Chenzhou's mind was filled with the echo of Master Lingkong's martial arts. A sixty-year-old martial artist, he was still indomitable and wanted to open up the world's Xiangxing. What a strange man!

At this time, his blood and qi were aging, and he was no longer in his prime. He missed the golden and silver periods. Even if he had an epiphany, it would be difficult to break through the second level, let alone the Grandmaster?

The old monk said:

"Master Lingkong is indeed a man of great luck. After entering Xiantian at an old age, he went against his usual behavior and made rapid progress. He chose the tiger-shaped fist as the main attack direction from the "Book of All Things". After going through disasters, he actually became the Tiger-shaped Grandmaster at the age of a hundred. "

Lu Chenzhou also sighed. Master Lingkong was indeed a fierce man. He missed the age of cultivation and entered the Taoism in old age. In forty years, he went from a martial artist to a martial arts master. In that era, the difficulty of achieving such an achievement was no less than that of Master Ji becoming a master...

The old monk said:

"In the end, Lingkong chose to integrate the dragon and tiger double forms, which took a hundred years to become the first Xiangxing Grandmaster. At this time, he was already two hundred years old. "

Lu Chenzhou said:

"Double forms are difficult, and dragon and tiger double forms are even more difficult! But there was no way. At that time, the foundation of Xiangxing single faction martial arts was weak, far inferior to Tai Chi and other boxing schools. If you want to sprint to a higher level, if you don't add double forms, your chances are slim. "

In fact, as far as he knows.

The Four-Elephant Master practiced four forms at the same time because it was too difficult to reach the pinnacle with a single form of martial arts in his time. There was no other way except to superimpose other forms.

Although the Blue Sky Dragon King was promoted to the pinnacle with the dragon form, it was because the pictographic form had developed for generations and had a profound foundation, and the Dragon King himself was also proficient in the three religions.

The dragon form was only a part of what the Dragon King learned.

There are many pictographic factions, but the foundation of a single faction is insufficient. These are caused by its early characteristics of being born from the folk, and it is still the case up to now.

The old monk said:

"At this time, the Master still has two hundred years left in his life. He once again sought the truth and visited the Tao, and even went deep into the netherworld to find treasures to prolong his life. He tried to use the Four-Elephant method to sprint to the sixth realm of martial arts and solve the problem of Zhang Zu. However, fate played tricks on him. Just before he had a great enlightenment, the deadline came..."

The old monk's eyes were complicated and his eyes were red.

He sighed softly:

"The Master only said one sentence and died with regret. ”

Lu Chenzhou said:

“If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening.”

Some historians have compiled the [Three Regrets of Martial Arts].

The first regret is that Zhang Tianshi took the wrong path to the external elixir and entered the fifth realm, and died after breaking through the realm.

The second regret is that Zhang Zu failed to break the six shackles, and before his death, he realized the mystery.

The third regret is that Master Lingkong died with regret before his death.

The world is unkind, no matter how beautiful you are, in front of death, all beings are equal.

The old monk sighed:

“However, Master Sixiang, a disciple of Lingkong, proved that the four-image method he used at the beginning could not only break into the sixth realm, but even knock on the door of the seventh realm. He was right.

Now the xiangxing foundation is deep, far beyond the previous one. All practitioners of major factions can break through the sixth and seventh realms without practicing multiple forms at the same time. It is a blessing for the younger generation. "

After saying this, the old monk continued to sweep the floor.

Lu Chenzhou stood in silence, as if thinking.

After a moment, he looked at the old monk and said:

"Your research on Master Lingkong is as deep as that of historians."

The old monk smiled proudly:

"I have been studying Master Lingkong all these years while sweeping the floor."

"If you want to change your job, such as teaching, I can recommend it to you."

"No need, you are dying, just keep sweeping the floor."

"Then you are busy, I will go to the tower to take a look."

"Go ahead, you can go to Lingjiu Temple, Longquan Temple, Foguang Temple, and the ancient sites of Nanshan in Wutai Mountain, you can go and have a look, maybe you will gain something."

"Thank you."

Lu Chenzhou stepped into the white tower and turned to look.

The old monk who was sweeping the floor raised his eyes and asked:

"Anything else?"

"No. "

Lu Chenzhou shook his head and disappeared.

He was made suspicious by the monk Kongwen.

I always felt that this old monk might be an illusion created by Master Lingkong.

But now it seems that the old monk is indeed an ordinary person.

There can be extraordinary people among the people.

...

Inside the white tower.

Lu Chenzhou carefully comprehended the traces of Taoism in it.

He stood at the window and looked at the old monk sweeping the floor below.

The old man was tired of sweeping, so he sat on a chair to wipe his sweat and drink water.

Lu Chenzhou's palm gently brushed across the ancient wall.

He closed his eyes and felt with his heart.

In his mind, there was a faint sound of boxing.

"Here it comes."

He opened his eyes and was already in a vast mountain range.

Under the white tower, the shadows of the trees were mottled, and time was reversed.

The old monk who swept the floor disappeared.

Instead, there was a young monk.

Except for his handsome eyebrows, he was ordinary in other places.

"Master Lingkong. "

The monk swept the floor with his eyes downcast.

Dong——

The bell of Mount Wutai rang.

When the bell rang, the monks gathered and began today's morning training.

Master Lingkong's face lit up and he ran away.

As if opening a God's perspective, Lu Chenzhou recounted the life of Master Lingkong that his father-in-law had just told him, from secretly learning boxing, to leaving Mount Wutai to travel, to entering the Xiantian at the age of 60, to becoming a master at the age of 100... He experienced all of this again.

Although there are some differences from what the old man said, there is no difference in general.

"It seems that the old man is indeed not Lingkong."

The scene comes to the last scene.

The deadly Lingkong Master is studying Zhang Zu's classics. Behind him, there are the spirits of the four shapes of dragon, tiger, turtle and Vermillion Bird, as if corresponding to the four poles of the sky in the mythology of Daxia, the Azure Dragon, the White Tiger, the Vermillion Bird and the Black Tortoise.

These factions are all extremely difficult. Even the brilliant Master of Four Elephants chooses to settle for the second best and chooses the low-profile version. Principal Wang, who is full of ambition, is only one of the three elephants. As an ancient, his conditions in all aspects are not as good as now...

I can only say that he is worthy of being the ancestor of the elephant.

Lu Chenzhou, I admire him!

"If it weren't for the deadline, the Master could really become the top Four Elephants Heavenly King."

He sighed in his heart.

"Hahaha, so that's it, so that's it..."

Master Lingkong suddenly put down the book and danced with joy.

He finally saw the scenery of the sixth realm. After the last moments of life, the white-haired and youthful face withered quickly, like the last autumn leaf before winter, bleak and desolate.

Master Lingkong did not hang his head in dejection or sigh.

He walked step by step to the white pagoda where he swept the floor when he was young.

There was no one around him.

He leaned against the Buddha statue quietly and fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

"If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die in the evening..."

There was an expectant look in his eyes.

The master's body disintegrated, and his spirit turned into four phantoms, rushing into the sky.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The bell rang.

Thousands of monks from all over Mount Wutai looked up, their eyes trembling.

"The Grand Master... The Grand Master has passed away."

"Did the Master still fail?"

"Just a little bit."

"I am willing to trade the rest of my life for one year of the Master's life."

"I am willing to do that too!"

"If the heavens have eyes, please lend the Master another 500 years!"

Reluctant, resentful, sad...all kinds of emotions intertwined.

The Buddhist disciples thought that the Master would be the first to enter the Six Realms.

They were full of expectations and looked forward to the future of Mount Wutai.

Unfortunately, there are no gods or Buddhas in this world.

Pray to the heavens? It won't work.

If the heavens don't give, you can only take it away!

So the Master left with a sense of relief.

Under the sky.

An old shadow with compassion looked at the monks below and said with a smile:

"The martial arts world is coming. Soon, someone will enter the sixth realm. It doesn't matter whether it is Buddhism or Taoism. The pictographic way has been developed to this day and is no weaker than other ways. However, I have spent my whole life to tap into a small part of the potential of pictographic. The future world will surely be a world where pictographic shines brightly!"

After saying this, the old shadow suddenly looked at the white tower.

He seemed to see Lu Chenzhou by the window.

The predecessors and the descendants looked at each other across the misplaced time and space.

Lu Chenzhou bowed and paid homage to the sage.

"The future prospects of pictographic are exactly as the ancestors said."

In today's era, pictographic masters are indeed emerging.

The depth of its influence is not inferior to Tai Chi, and it transcends the difference between Buddhism and Taoism.

Master Lingkong turned around, followed by the four elephants, and flew away.

"Seeking truth and seeking the truth, mastering the three religions,

attending ancient Yi, Xiangli Zen,

extending life with magic, saving all living beings,

carrying this truth and passing it on endlessly."

The voice echoed between heaven and earth.

"I am Lingkong, I will go first."

The illusion was broken, and Lu Chenzhou's eyes were slightly red.

At this time, the sun was setting.

The old monk who was sweeping the floor had just finished his work.

He raised his head and greeted:

"Master Lu, take your time, close the door when you leave... I'm leaving first."

Lu Chenzhou waved and said:

"Take care, old man."

Under the setting sun, the old figure went away.

At this moment, the dislocated time and space overlapped.

Lu Chenzhou stood there in a daze, silent.

Until a voice came from the martial arts tree in his mind.

[The Elephant Invisible Chapter (Incomplete)]

[The skills are incomplete and cannot be practiced]

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