Chapter 25 The twenty-fifth round of Master Tianfeng

The vulture was moved and said: "Since Xiangshuai knows, can you let me know?" Chu Liuxiang said in a deep voice: "Even if I tell you who the murderer is, there's nothing you can do, but..." He suddenly stood up and said: "In three days, you can wait for me in the Lin Family Garden in Putian City, and I will naturally hand over the murderer of Nangong Ling to you." Chu Liuxiang never left his saddle and went straight to Putian without stopping. It was dusk again. Chu Liuxiang entrusted his horse, and took advantage of the twilight to plunder into Shaolin Temple.He just felt that the time was very short, and it was too late to wait for the notification.

Although the Putian Shaolin Temple is not as magnificent as the Songshan Shaolin Temple, this ancient temple bathed in the twilight also has its own mysterious beauty. In the breeze, there is a faint sound of bells and Sanskrit singing, and in the fragrance of the leaves, there is a faint breath of sandalwood. The world is full of solemn silence, where can you smell the slightest murderous intent? The autumn wind swept away the fallen leaves under the stone steps, and the door at the end of the stone steps was open, from which one could see the secluded courtyard with dense ancient trees.

Beyond that, there is the majestic and majestic hall surrounded by cigarettes. This is a place that everyone can enter, but it is also a place that everyone dare not enter easily. The name of Shaolin is prestigious all over the world. No matter who comes here, they will inevitably have a heart of admiration and vigilance. Yes, but who dares to take a step beyond the threshold? Chu Liuxiang didn't go in through the gate either, he jumped over the wall—he only felt an ominous warning sign in his heart, and he felt that even if it was only a moment away, he couldn't wait. The setting sun was like blood all over the sky, and the tall roofs looked like peaks in the setting sun, peaks stained red with blood.

Which mountain is Master Tianfeng under? Chu Liuxiang's figure flying like a swallow couldn't help hesitating. He only stopped for a while, and suddenly heard a Buddha's name proclaimed. "Amitabha"!Before the short sound of the Buddha's chant was over, four figures appeared under the eaves at the four corners of the roof at the same time. These four people are all gray robes and white socks. They are in their forties, and they all have a pair of shining eyes on their four solemn and majestic faces. At this moment, these four pairs of bright eyes stared at Chu Liuxiang like knives.

Chu Liuxiang couldn't help being taken aback secretly and thought: "Shaolin monks, you really shouldn't be underestimated." With a calm face, he smiled and said, "Have the masters eaten?" This is the most common question. When two people meet, whether they are old friends for many years or just acquaintances, most of them will ask this question. But when this sentence was asked at this moment, the four Shaolin monks couldn't help being stunned, and the older one on the left said in a deep voice: "In the past twenty years, I have stepped on the roof of Shaolin Temple from people from nowhere, benefactor Since today is an exception, it must not be for no reason, but please inform me in the future."

Chu Liuxiang smiled and said: "Even if I tell you about my intentions, the masters will not believe it." The gray-robed monk said sharply: "If the benefactor refuses to tell you what he wants in the future, don't blame the poor monk for being rude." Chu Liuxiang smiled wryly and said, "I don't want to fight against Shaolin disciples the most in my life, so why do the masters force me to make an exception?" The gray-robed monk shouted angrily: "If the benefactor is not willing to do anything, just go down with the poor monk!" While drinking, he swung his long sleeves suddenly, erratic like a cloud, quick like lightning, and rolled straight towards Chu Liuxiang's face and throat.

It is inconvenient for monks to carry weapons around them. This pair of long sleeves is usually their self-defense weapon. The world only knows that "Liuyun Iron Sleeve" is a unique skill of Wudang, but they don't know the kung fu of Shaolin's disciples. Not only is it never under Wudang, And it's even stronger than it is. The gray-robed monk's Flying Sleeve Kung Fu can be both rigid and soft, soft enough to snatch a weapon from the opponent's palm, and just capable of breaking the opponent's heart veins in one blow. Chu Liuxiang sighed, and said, "Everything else under the Shaolin sect is good, but the anger is a bit too much."

While he was speaking, his figure had already soared into the sky, and when he spoke the last few words, his body was already flying in the sky like a flying crane, more than four zhang away. The grey-robed monk struck the air and said with emotion: "The benefactor is such a brilliant qinggong, no wonder he dared to come to Shaolin Temple to play wild." The four figures twirled and looked at their positions. They figured that Chu Liuxiang's body would fall down, and as soon as he did, he would fall into their formation. Who knew that Chu Liuxiang would not fall down. His body was like a fish in the water, he turned over and over again, and unexpectedly swept out four feet away, head down and feet up, and plunged into the darkness under the ridge of the roof.

He only heard him laughing from a distance and said: "I didn't come here to act wildly. After the matter is over, I will come to apologize to the masters." The faces of the Shaolin monks all changed color. The oldest gray-robed monk said in a deep voice: "Xuanfa sends the police to respond, Xuantong and Xuanmiao follow me." While talking, he rushed towards the place where Chu Liuxiang's voice came from, but seeing the stars and the moon in the sky, and the breeze moving the trees, he could not see the shadow of Chu Liuxiang. Chu Liuxiang knew that if he asked to see Master Tianfeng at this time, these Shaolin monks would never take him there, since he couldn't explain clearly, he had no choice but to leave.

His figure flew into the darkness, and immediately flew up again, not going anywhere else, but instead flew under the eaves of the heavy roof just now. I saw three gray-robed monks passing over the eaves, no one thought that he was back again, and they didn't even look this way. Chu Liuxiang waited for another long while, and then he could hear the muffled sound of wooden fish knocking from all sides of the spacious temple, and from time to time there were vigorous figures flying into the air. This Shaolin Temple usually looks peaceful and quiet, but when facing the enemy, it responds quickly and has strict guards. It really deserves to be called the world's most famous martial arts forbidden place.

Chu Liuxiang smiled bitterly and secretly said: "I just want to see Master Tianfeng as soon as possible, but who knows that this time I will have more haste than waste." Thinking that Master Tianfeng's life was really at stake, he couldn't help feeling even more anxious, but until now, he still didn't know where Master Tianfeng lived. At this time, the sound of the wooden fish has stopped, and the quiet ancient temple is even more silent. But Chu Liuxiang naturally knew that the quieter it was, the more terrifying it was. The monastery that seemed to have calmed down was actually full of dangers hidden everywhere. He had no time to think quietly, closed his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly rushed out of the darkness, and swept to the highest ridge and the highest cornice. His clothes fluttered, as if he was about to fly into the sky, and the whole temple seemed to be under his feet, and someone found him immediately. I saw people's shadows flickering, and in every courtyard, there were people flying towards this side, only a small courtyard in the west, but there was no movement. Chu Liuxiang didn't wait for anyone to come, but rushed down again, and said with a long smile, "The Shaolin Tibetan scriptures are famous all over the world, can the masters lend me a look?" He stopped laughing, turned around sharply, chose a big tree with the thickest branches and leaves, and hid in it, only to hear whispers from all around: "This man really came for the Tibetan scriptures." "Pay attention to the Sutra Pavilion." The abundance of Shaolin scriptures is the highest in the world, and most of the people who did not hesitate to intrude into Shaolin Temple came for the scriptures. Although Putian is the southern branch of Shaolin, the scriptures in the pavilion are also very precious. Shaolin monks naturally think that Chu Liuxiang is doing it for the sake of the scriptures. When the scriptures came, who would have guessed that he was making a fuss, so he raised suspicions. Seeing the figures rushing to the east one after another, Chu Liuxiang immediately fled to the west. This time, he no longer flew over the roof, but walked under the eaves of the hall and among the shadows of trees. Most of the meditation rooms were unlit, and there were occasional cicadas among the branches and leaves. In the empty courtyard, there is an indescribably desolate and lonely feeling. The monks living in this ancient temple will not be able to spend those years easily. Chu Liuxiang kept moving, but secretly sighed in his heart. He always respected those who could endure loneliness. Just because he knows that there is nothing more unbearable than loneliness in the world. He walked through a quiet courtyard, passed through dark meditation rooms, and the bluestone slabs on the ground, washed bright by starlight, slid past his feet one by one. He suddenly heard a soft scolding: "The benefactor stay here." A forceful and violent fist wind has already hit the face directly. Chu Liuxiang gritted her teeth, she didn't dodge, dodge, or parry, she actually suffered this "Hundred-Step Magic Fist" that was enough to split mountains and rocks with her body. I saw his body was blown away by the fist wind and flew straight out like a kite. The grey-browed and long-bearded Shaolin monk on the opposite side succeeded in making a move, Fang felt a little surprised, his eyes blurred, the young man who was blown away by his fist flew back, and stood in front of him with a smile, not only his movements were swift, but he also came and went as fast as he could. Moreover, the Shaolin Divine Fist, which used to beat cattle across the mountain, failed to hurt him at all. This master of the Shaolin Temple with profound cultivation was unexpectedly stunned by shock, he stared blankly at Chu Liuxiang, speechless for a while. Chu Liuxiang deliberately received this punch from him, just to keep him speechless for a while, so as not to alarm others, otherwise his body is not made of iron, so would it be good to receive this punch? Only the grey-browed monk finally said slowly: "The old monk has never seen such a martial art benefactor, can you tell me your name?" Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "If I tell you my first and last name, the master will probably think that I came here to steal scriptures." The gray-browed monk said: "If the almsgiver came here to steal scriptures, he would not have come here." Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "I'm going to Chu Liuxiang." The grey-browed monk moved his face and said, "Could it be Chu Liuxiang, the Bandit Commander?" Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose and said with a smile: "Master stays away from the world of mortals, and I don't want to know this shameful nickname." The grey-browed monk's gloomy and heavy face seemed to suddenly become cheerful, and a smile began to appear in his cold eyes, and he said slowly: "Although the old monk has been ignorant of the world for a long time, he has an acquaintance. My nephew Guang Guang, whenever he comes here, he will always tell some novel and interesting stories to the old monk, and Chu Xiangshuai's heroic feat is the most interesting and touching of all the events." Chu Liuxiang said: "The master said, could it be Wuhua?" The grey-browed monk smiled and said: "For hundreds of years, if there are disciples who have made friends with many Shaolin disciples, he is the only one." Chu Liuxiang said: "He...is he already here at this moment?" The gray-browed monk said: "The benefactor is here, could it be that he is looking for him?" Chu Liuxiang pondered and said: "The main purpose of coming here is to meet Master Tianfeng." The grey-browed monk said: "Although the head brother has been avoiding foreigners for a long time, he must still be happy to meet someone like benefactor Chu. It's a pity that the benefactor is here at this moment." Chu Liuxiang said anxiously: "Could it be that Master Tianfeng has..." The grey-browed monk said with a smile: "Senior brother, the head of the sect, has no thoughts, but his addiction to tea has never changed. He is tasting tea at the moment, so no one should disturb him." Chu Liuxiang breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Master Tianfeng tastes tea alone, I don't need to worry, as long as I can see Senior Brother Wuhua first, it's the same." The grey-browed monk said: "Since the benefactor can't see the brother in charge, he can't see Wu Hua either." Chu Liuxiang moved, "Why?" The grey-browed monk smiled and said: "Under the Shaolin school, Wuhua is the only one who is good at the Japanese tea ceremony. Whenever he comes here, the first thing he does is to fetch water and cook tea for the brother in charge." Chu Liuxiang's complexion had already changed greatly, and she lost her voice: "Is Wuhua cooking tea for Master Tianfeng at this moment?" The grey-browed monk nodded and smiled, "Benefactor Chu wants to see them, so I'm afraid he has to wait until tomorrow morning." Chu Liuxiang was going crazy in her heart, but her face was calm, and she said: "Could it be the backyard where they taste tea?" The gray-browed monk said, "Exactly." Chu Liuxiang suddenly pointed at the gray-browed master's back, and said with a smile: "But the one who came behind the master is Wuhua?" The gray-browed monk asked, "Where is it?" When he turned his head, there was nothing behind him, there was no figure without flowers. When he turned his head, Chu Liuxiang in front of him suddenly disappeared. As soon as the grey-browed monk turned his head, Chu Liuxiang flew out. He exhausted all his strength in this sprint, and he had already spotted where he was going. With a touch of his toes, he swept four feet away. Before the gray-browed monk could turn his head, he was already ten feet away——Chu Liuxiang's unparalleled lightness kung fu, When it is used in an emergency, the speed is simply unbelievable. When the gray-browed monk turned his head, Chu Liuxiang was already behind the short wall. Behind the short wall, there are dense bamboo leaves and secluded vegetation in the small courtyard. There are three open rooms in the bamboo grove, and the bamboo curtains hang down deeply. Looking through the bamboo curtains, you can vaguely see two figures sitting cross-legged on the ground.The courtyard is silent, the wind blows the leaves, and the shadows of flowers flow on the bamboo curtains. It seems that the two of them are already in the sky. The one on the right is Wuhua. In front of him was a small purple clay stove, a copper pot, a cattail leaf fan, and a set of exquisite and small tea sets. At this moment, the tea cups, which were the size of three wine glasses, were already filled with tea, and the fragrance of tea came from the air. The fragrance from the bamboo curtain, together with the fragrance of flowers and bamboo, is really intoxicating. Sitting opposite Wuhua was a skinny monk with white beard and eyebrows. At this moment, he was taking the tea cup from Wuhua's hand, closing his eyes, and slowly bringing it to his lips. Chu Liuxiang yelled loudly, rushed over like an arrow, entered the bamboo curtain, and yelled: "This tea is undrinkable!" When Wuhua saw it, his expression changed, but he regained his composure instantly. Master Tianfeng didn't even move the muscles at the corners of his mouth, it seemed that even if the sky collapsed in front of him, his expression would not change. He just put down the teacup slowly, slowly opened his eyes, Chu Liuxiang was caught by his eyes, and he didn't feel a little bit at a loss. Master Tianfeng said indifferently: "Don't you think it's too reckless for the benefactor to come here like this?" Chu Liuxiang bowed and said, "I'm in a hurry next time, I hope Master will forgive me." Master Tianfeng focused on him for a while, then slowly said: "In the past twenty years, the benefactor is still the first person who can break into the old monk's meditation room all the way. Since he can come here, it is naturally not ordinary. How about sitting down and waiting for tea first?" ?” This Shaolin eminent monk, whose cultivation level is really perfect, can be so calm, Chu Liuxiang secretly praised him. Wu Hua immediately smiled and said, "That's right, since Brother Chu is here, why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea to cleanse yourself from the common dust." Master Tianfeng smiled lightly, and said: "It turns out to be the benefactor of Chu. No wonder the lightness kung fu is so high that the world no longer thinks of anyone else." Chu Liuxiang said: "Don't dare!" Master Tianfeng smiled and said: "Although the old monk has been out of the world for a long time, he is still very happy to see the magnificence of the current generation's heroes. There is no wine in the cold temple. Why don't the benefactor of Chu use tea as wine?" He picked up the teacup again, Chu Liuxiang couldn't help but lost his voice and said: "This tea is not drinkable." Master Tianfeng said: "Even if this tea is not from the fairy species, it is also a wonderful product. How can you not drink it?" Chu Liuxiang glanced at Wu Hua, and suddenly smiled and said, "I have been entrusted by someone to bring you a wonderful new tea, and I am confident that I am quite good at cooking tea. Don't you want to taste it first?" Master Tianfeng showed his face and said: "Since this is the case, the old monk will disturb you." Although this eminent monk with profound cultivation is indifferent to other things, he can't help but be moved by joy when he hears that someone is cooking tea with skillful hands. Even though Wu Hua was frightened and angry in her heart, she didn't show it at all, she smiled and said: "I don't think Brother Chu also has this kind of elegance, it's very wonderful." He immediately stood up and gave Chu Liuxiang the tea cooking seat, but poured all the tea he had just cooked into the yard. Chu Liuxiang glanced at him again, and said with a smile, "Wouldn't it be a pity to pour out such precious water?" He didn't talk about tea, but "water", just short of saying the words "Tianyi Shenshui". Wuhua still looked unmoved, and said with a smile: "This water is melted by the first snow, although it is also precious. However, there are quite a few cellars in the temple, if Brother Chu has this addiction, you might as well bring a bottle back." Chu Liuxiang sighed secretly, sat down respectfully, lit the fire and cooked tea. Master Tianfeng suddenly smiled again, and said: "At this moment, the water has not boiled yet, and benefactor Chu is just in time to express his intentions. Facing the famous tea, it is when the old monk is in a good mood. If benefactor Chu has something to ask, he will also ask at this time. Better." Chu Liuxiang suddenly discovered that there was incomparable wisdom hidden in the plain smile of this eminent monk, and that pair of calm eyes could see even more clearly. He sighed softly, and said: "This junior, I just want to ask the master to tell a story." Master Tianfeng frowned slightly and said, "Story?" Chu Liuxiang said: "More than ten years ago, there was a Fusang warrior, Tianfeng Shishilang, who came across the sea and had a contest of martial arts with two masters from China. Grandmaster?" Master Tianfeng was silent for a long time, Fang Bai let out a long sigh, and said sadly: "The old monk has almost forgotten the past twenty years ago, I don't want the benefactor to bring up this matter again today... Yes, what the benefactor said is exactly old monk." Chu Liuxiang's eyes lit up, and he said: "Tianfeng Shishilang went east to seek a battle, but he didn't have the heart to win. Instead, he seemed to have the idea of ​​death. If the junior's guess is right, is there something sad about him?" Master Tianfeng was silent for a long time again, and slowly said: "You guessed right, he does have some sad things." Chu Liuxiang said: "If Master is willing to let you know, this junior will be very grateful." Master Tianfeng's eyes flickered, he focused on Chu Liuxiang for a long time, and sighed: "The past is like a cloud of smoke, and the old monk is unwilling to mention it, but you, the benefactor, came from a long distance just to ask about this matter, and the relationship must be very important. Big." Chu Liuxiang bowed his head and said: "Master is aware of the details, and this junior dare not hide it. This matter is indeed very important, but this junior can guarantee that this junior will not have any selfish intentions or malice when asking about this matter." Master Tianfeng smiled lightly and said, "If the benefactor has selfish and malicious intentions, how can he sit here?" Chu Liuxiang's heart shuddered, and he said respectfully, "Master, you have learned a lesson." Master Tianfeng closed his eyes, and said slowly: "Tianfeng Shishilang is extremely persistent, addicted to martial arts, but unfortunately he is also a passionate seed. More than 20 years ago, there was a tragic fight between the two major sword schools of the Huashan and Huangshan families. The bloody battle lasted for many years, and the Huangshan family suffered a disastrous defeat until Li Qi was the only one left." Chu Liuxiang couldn't help asking: "What does this matter have to do with Tianfeng Shishilang?" Master Tianfeng said: "In order to avoid disaster, Miss Li Qi took a sea merchant ship and went east to Fusang. At that time, she had already suffered internal injuries, and the journey to sea was difficult. When she reached Fusang Island, it was already difficult for her to travel." Chu Liuxiang said: "Could it be that this girl has met Tianfeng Shishilang?" Master Tianfeng sighed: "That's right, Tianfeng Shishilang secretly fell in love with Miss Li at first sight, and he stayed up for several days to heal Miss Li's injury. Miss Li will inevitably be moved by his sincerity. On the fourth day after he recovered from his injuries, he and Tianfeng Shishilang got married." Chu Liuxiang smiled and said, "It's a good match, it's really a good story to meet overseas." Master Tianfeng said sadly: "It's a pity that their happy days were not long. After Miss Li gave birth to two children for Tianfeng Shishilang, she suddenly left without saying goodbye, leaving only a letter."