Chapter 3 Chapter 2 The Thirteenth Sword in the World

In late autumn and September in West Lake, the morning frost is like snow, and the chill is very strong. Ruan Wei was still wearing the white shirt, opened the courtyard door silently, the cold wind pierced into his thin clothes, he shivered cleverly, tightened his clothes, braved the wind and cold, and walked towards Lingfeng Temple. In the gloomy sky, the ground was covered with hoarfrost, walking alone, in the empty world, it seemed that Ruan Wei had only one life. Ruan Wei walked a section of the mountain road to the hill north of Lingfeng Temple. The exquisite "Wanghai Pavilion" was also covered by last night's autumn frost.

Ruan Wei walked into the pavilion, picked a stone bench facing the lake, wiped off the frost, and sat down cross-legged. I saw him sitting upright with his eyes closed, and he didn't open his eyes until the sky was bright and the thick frost melted. He jumped off the stone bench in high spirits, he felt that his body was full of qi, and he felt like he was about to fly into the air, and he really wanted to let out a long howl to feel relieved. In the middle of the surrounding stone benches is a cast stone table, on which the hoar frost turns into clear water, dripping down.Ruan Wei stepped forward playfully, stretched out his hand and bent over to touch it.When his hand touched the central table, he gave a slight "噫" and looked down carefully.

There is a clump of carved orchid grass in the center of the table, with new marks inside, as if it has not been carved for a long time. Ruan Wei scratched it with his fingers strangely, the bluegrass could accommodate his fingers, with a slight gap. Ruan Wei was amazed and thought to himself: "Could it be that these orchid grasses were drawn by adults with their fingers?" At the moment, he didn't think much about it. So he walked briskly down the hill to finish his daily morning routine. Ruan Wei walked to Lingfeng Temple, just in time to see the red-browed monk Wuyin coming back from outside.

He went up to meet him, respectfully said: "Morning old man, did you just come back from a walk outside?" Wu Yin nodded with a smile and asked, "Did you finish your homework in the morning?" Ruan Wei replied: "It's done, Wei'er feels that in the morning, every time after finishing the Taoist inner strength taught by the old man, he always wants to roar in his heart. I don't know why?" Wu Yin said in surprise: "What? You have practiced to this level!" Ruan Wei asked blankly: "Old man, what's wrong?" Wu Yin laughed and said: "No! No! That's great. I didn't expect you to progress so fast. You must know that I have practiced for twenty years to achieve the progress of "Lion's Roar", but you only have less than seven years. I have almost reached the point of "Lion's Roar", which is beyond my expectation!"

Ruan Wei was very happy to be praised repeatedly, but he still said politely: "This is the teaching of the old man, and Wei Er has this kind of achievement." Wu Yin said: "The first level of internal strength is all about self-cultivation. It cannot be taught to succeed. On the one hand, it is your hard work, and on the other hand, it is also your talent. Otherwise, you will reach this level in just seven years. , is absolutely impossible.” We must know that Ruan Wei is extremely talented, he practiced in the "Wanghai Pavilion" every day, and he became even more beautiful in the mountains and lakes, coupled with the influence of Buddhist chant, it is because of this rapid improvement.

After Ruan Weigong listened to the instruction, he said: "Wei'er is home, my mother is about to wake up, maybe she has to call Wei'er." Wu Yin said: "Oh! I forgot to tell you that your father met this old monk this morning and said he would send your younger brother to Shaolin Temple in Songshan to learn art. You will take care of everything at home. Your mother took the old monk's medicine yesterday, so don't wake her up. Let her sleep until noon and she will wake up automatically, which will be of great benefit to her condition." Ruan Wei said: "My brother went to Shaolin Temple to learn art, I don't know if it's good or not?"

Wu Yin said: "Shaolin Temple is the birthplace of authentic martial arts. If your brother can learn martial arts there, his future achievements will be limitless." Ruan Wei suddenly thought of the stone table in the pavilion, and said, "Old man, Wei Er discovered a strange thing this morning." Wu Yin said, "What's the matter?" Ruan Wei said: "Yesterday morning, Wei Er didn't notice it. After practicing in the "Wanghai Pavilion" this morning, he suddenly found a clump of orchid grass that seemed to be drawn with fingers in the middle of the stone table."

Wuyin was shocked and said: "Can you count how many bluegrasses there are in that clump!" Ruan Wei said: "Thirteen roots." Wuyin's face changed drastically, and he murmured, "Thirteen roots! Thirteen roots!" He was short in stature, as if he had lost his way, and ran straight to the Wanghai Pavilion. Ruan Wei stood there dumbfounded, his thoughts still not running.Wu Yin had already rushed back, clapped one hand on Ruan Wei's shoulder, and said in a trembling voice: "Weier, come with me!" This Lingfeng Temple was originally the public property of the Hangzhou government. It was bought by the monk Chimei eight years ago, and it already belongs to his own property. Therefore, the abbot of this temple is himself, and five young monks follow him to do some cleaning work. There are also three old monks, and only these three old monks usually do the chanting of Buddhist scriptures. The red-browed monk neither does Buddhist work nor cares about the affairs of the temple.

Wu Yin led Ruan Wei into the abbot's room, and said with a miserable expression, "Wei Er, I won't survive today's time!" Ruan Wei was startled and said, "Old man is fine, why did you say such a thing?" Wu Yin took out a palm-sized white booklet from the pocket of his underwear, handed it to Ruan Wei, and said, "Put this silk book away!" Ruan Wei accepted the small booklet with a suspicious expression on his face, and put it in his arms. Wu Yin's face was pale but he forced himself to be calm and said: "Remember! You must not let anyone see the pamphlet, not even your father."

Ruan Wei nodded repeatedly, and involuntarily put his hand in his bosom, fearing that it would be removed. Wuyin's expression changed, and he said urgently: "You must not keep thinking about hiding this booklet in your arms, it will easily attract people's attention, and you should not take it out to read, as long as you keep it in your pocket, it will not fall out. of." Ruan Wei was puzzled like Zhang Er King Kong, he stared stupidly, wondering why old man Wuyin said these strange words today. Wu Yin saw Ruan Wei's suspicious eyes, with a naive and innocent look on his face, and he didn't know whether it would be a blessing or a curse for him if he handed over this silk book to him!He couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart, saying:

"Wei Er, it's not that the old monk won't let you flip through this silk book, because it's full of Sanskrit characters from the Western Regions, you can't even look at it, if you're not careful, if someone sees it, you might be killed." Wu Yin didn't wait for Wei'er to ask, and immediately said: "From then on, it depends on your fate, remember, when one day you have to read Sanskrit in the Western Regions, and then read the things written in this booklet, you know?" Ruan Wei nodded in agreement, Wu Yin waved his hand anxiously, and said, "Okay, you go back, stay at home and don't come out before today's midnight, watch your two younger sisters, don't let them run around, before midnight, what happened outside Don't worry about any disturbance, it will be fine after midnight." Ruan Wei couldn't help asking: "Old man, what should you do?" Wu Yin cast a nostalgic glance at Ruan Wei's arms, and said, "As long as you practice the swordsmanship in the book, it will be worth it for me to die. Go ahead, don't ask any more questions." Ruan Wei knew that the silk book in his arms must be related to Wu Yin's life and death, so he took out the silk book from his arms and put it on the table without hesitation. Wuyin changed color: "Wei Er, what's the matter with you?" Ruan Wei calmly replied: "Wei'er recovered from his weak body after he was taught inner skills by the old man since he was a child. The old man was in Wei'er's body, and he was reborn with kindness. Now that the old man is in trouble, how can Wei'er take this book?" A silk book about the old man's life and death! The state book is a small matter, but the old man's life is a big matter." Wu Yin said anxiously: "Do you know that this silk book records the best swordsmanship in the world, what's not worth exchanging the old monk's remaining life for this unrivaled swordsmanship in the world? Wei Er, take it quickly, or the old monk will be angry gone." Ruan Wei bowed his head and replied: "Even if this is the most precious thing in the world, as long as it can change the old man's life, Wei Er would rather not have it." The voice was sonorous, and the words came from the bottom of his heart. Wuyin was so tearful that he said sadly: "Even if this old monk presents this silk book to the enemy with both hands, he will inevitably die. Why give it to them for nothing?" Ruan Wei said: "That enemy is the one who left thirteen orchid grass marks in Wanghai Pavilion!" Wu Yin nodded and said, "That's right! The old monk didn't want to tell you, but the enemy is too powerful. If you go to fight rashly, it will be like hitting a stone with an egg." Ruan Wei said innocently: "Old man, since we can't beat them, why don't we run away!" Wuyin shook his head and said with a sad smile: "The thirteenth son of the Taibao is doing things in the rivers and lakes. As long as he leaves thirteen orchid marks, the person who is found will not escape. If he wants to escape, not only will he not be able to escape, but he will also harm his neighbors." Forget the lives of thirteen people, it is not a pity for me to die alone, how can I bring thirteen more people to be buried with me!" Ruan Wei said: "What kind of person is the thirteenth prince Taibao?" Wu Yin said: "The old monk told you the whole story, but you have to listen to the old monk's words, otherwise you will be a heartless person to the old monk. Are you willing to be a heartless person?" Ruan Wei said solemnly: "Wei Er is young and ignorant, but he will not do benevolent and righteous things!" Wu Yin praised: "You are so ambitious, just sit down and listen to what the old monk tells you..." Ruan Wei sat down on the seat opposite Wu Yin, and Wu Yin sat cross-legged on the Zen bed, and said slowly: "The thirteen princes, the Taibao, are the thirteen sworn brothers who have risen in the rivers and lakes in the past ten years. In terms of martial arts, the Jinyi Xiangzhu, who has risen from the sky, and the Sihua Wutu of the Justice Gang, are still inferior...!" Ruan Wei said: "What are the Zhengjiao and Zhengyi Gang today?" Wu Yin shook his head slightly and said, "You've asked too much! I can only tell you that this gang of second sects has occupied a very high position in the Jianghu for decades. Alas! As long as the Justice Gang intervenes For this matter, I am not afraid of the persecution of the Thirteenth Prince Taibao, but I have no reason, how can I ask for protection from others?" Wu Yin closed his eyes and meditated, as if recalling the past. He opened his eyes and continued: "For decades, it has been widely rumored in the martial arts circles that although the martial arts of the Central Plains have developed very well in the past hundred years, all sects and sects have their own secret knowledge, but compared to the martial arts of Tianlong Temple in the Western Regions, , but not as good. "It is said that this Tianlong Temple is located in Tianzhu Kingdom, and it is a temple that protects the Dharma of Tianzhu Township. The eminent monks in this temple are over a hundred years old, and they are not ordinary. They were selected into the temple when they were young, and they were named Zen masters protecting the country. They stayed in the temple all their lives, studying Buddhism and martial arts intensively. "You must know that Tianzhu is a country where Buddhism is at its peak, and the domestic Buddhism and theory books are extremely profound, so these bamboo slips recording Buddhism have become Tianzhu's national treasures, and the collection of these national treasures is Tianlong Temple. "Tianzhu was afraid that the national treasure would be stolen by neighboring countries, so the monks of Tianlong Temple were forced to practice martial arts since childhood. Due to hundreds of years of intensive research, the martial arts of the eminent monks of the temple are all extraordinary, especially the set of "Tianlong" "Thirteen Swords" is the treasure of Tianlong Temple. Its swordsmanship involves profound Buddhism, which is far beyond the reach of Central Plains swordsmanship. "It is said in the martial arts that thirteen people need to use this sword technique, and it is very difficult for each person to master one move. If one person wants to practice these thirteen moves, one must be extremely talented. If thirteen people can practice this Road swordsmanship, once these thirteen people use it together, the world will not be able to defend against the enemy, which means that the martial arts will respect these thirteen people." When Wu Yin said this, if he looked at Ruan Wei deeply, expecting him to listen, he must be very yearning for the world's invincible swordsmanship, but Ruan Wei was indifferent and just listened silently. Wu Yin couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart. During the seven years of getting along with him, he knew Ruan Wei's personality very well. interest, otherwise he would not want to learn martial arts if he taught him it himself? Wu Yin said again: "Wei Er, do you know why the old man, as a disciple of Buddhism, neither recites sutras nor worships Buddha?" Ruan Wei shook his head and said, "Wei'er is usually very strange. The old man frowns when he hears the sound of Buddha reciting, and there is no ring scar on his head, but he doesn't know why?" Wuyin secretly praised Ruan Wei's carefulness in his heart, and felt slightly relieved at the moment, saying: "Wei Er, I am not a monk!" Ruan Wei was startled, before he could ask anything, Wu Yin immediately said: "You may be surprised that I often call myself an old monk. It seems that I was born to learn Buddhism. This is because I have to pretend to be a monk piously to hide my whereabouts. I was born to hate monks the most. That's why I pretended to be a monk." The reason why monks are not ordained!" "In fact, my whole life has been a lone thief who is exactly the opposite of the Buddhist precepts." Ruan Wei was startled and was about to speak when Wu Yin waved his hand and said: "Wei Er, don't worry about me. Although I was a lone thief all my life, fortunately, I have no regrets in my actions. Most of the money I get is distributed to various places to help the weak and the poor. The objects of robbery are all Corrupt officials, bullies and local tyrants." Ruan Wei let out a breath, Wu Yin nodded secretly, and said again: "I was born with a jealous character since I was a child. When I was young, I joined the "Kunlun" school and learned hard and soft kung fu. I can be regarded as a second-rate skill in the Jianghu. "The school rules are very strict, and I can't control so much, so I became a lone robber, specializing in robbing those who are rich and unkind. With hatred in my heart, I soon broke into a bandit called "The Great Immortal with Red Eyebrows." Wu Yin took a breath, and continued: "Oh! I haven't told you yet, my surname is Zhuang, and my name is Shiyan. Since I got the bandit title of "Great Immortal with Red Eyebrows", I was discovered by the Kunlun faction shortly after. The door originally wanted to abolish my whole body of martial arts, but after learning what I did, I pardoned my crimes and expelled me from the door. In the past seven years, I have only taught you the inner strength and mental methods of the Kunlun School, and I dare not pass on the martial arts of the Kunlun School. I'm afraid I'll miss you. On the other hand, if I teach Kunlun Kung Fu secretly, in the future when the Kunlun disciples see that you will learn Kunlun martial arts, and you are not a member of the Kunlun sect, they will definitely be against you. Wouldn't this be a strong enemy for you? !" Ruan Wei said with tears in his eyes: "Wei'er is determined to restore the old man's status under the Kunlun sect in the future!" The "Red Browed Immortal" Zhuang Shiyan had a heartfelt smile on her face, as if she believed that Ruan Wei would be able to do this in the future. At that moment he continued: "Nine years ago in the summer, I came to Xinjiang in order to plan to rob a resigned treacherous minister. "At that time, it was my first time in Xinjiang, and I was not very familiar with the terrain. When I arrived in Dihua, I first lived in a remote small shop, and I was going to find out the route first. "After I figured out the route, I wondered why there was always a groaning sound next door. I called the shop waiter and asked. It turned out that there lived a monk who was seriously ill next door. Since I was a lone thief, all kinds of poor people I have helped them all, but I don’t want to help poor monks, because I think monks are mostly people who open their mouths to eat ten directions. "I planned to leave the shop immediately, but the more I heard the groans, the more I felt sad! Thinking that he had such a painful disease, I couldn't help but feel soft, so I asked the waiter to send me an ingot of gold." "Just when I stepped out of the shop in a hurry, I didn't know that the waiter in the shop rushed up and stuffed the ingot of gold into my arms, saying that the monk didn't want it. I have a taboo in my life. I am most afraid that people will not accept my gift, thinking that he dislikes it. My money came from a wrong source, which is also caused by my inferiority complex." "At that time, I was so angry that I ran into the monk's room with the ingot of gold, threw it on his bed, and shouted: "You monk, don't you think my money is dirty! "The monk was sleeping face to face. Hearing my call, he turned around and struggled to sit up. He tremblingly said: "The benefactor has misunderstood. The poor monk is a monk. Don't take other people's gifts indiscriminately. Now that the benefactor donates in person, the poor monk also You are welcome to accept it. "As soon as I saw his thin and bony dark face, my heart softened, but as soon as I heard him finish speaking, I became suspicious. "It turns out that although his words are the authentic official language of the Central Plains, his tone of voice is a bit strange. Looking carefully at his dark and thin but handsome face, he suddenly realized, and shouted: "You are a monk from Tianzhu. He was sitting up under the quilt, but when he heard me yell loudly, his body trembled in fright, and the quilt slipped off. "He exposed his body under the quilt. After I saw him, I couldn't help feeling sympathetic to him no matter how much I hated the monk. It turned out that because of his pain, the monk's robe on his body had been torn apart by himself, and his skin was blood red like fire. "As soon as I saw it, I knew that it was under the power of the poisonous palm. I thought that the person who did it would not be too cruel, so I didn't care about going to the robbery anymore, so I hurriedly extended medical treatment to him, and I was by his side, serving him carefully." For three days and three nights. "In the morning of the fourth day, he suddenly became very energetic. He slept on the bed and took my hand and said: "The poor monk has never seen such a warm-hearted person like you in his life. The poor monk has no other rewards for taking care of Ende, except for a sword book worth some money. " "Speaking, he tremblingly took out a small booklet from his arms, handed it to me, and said: "This sword book is written in Sanskrit, go and get the pen and ink, and I will translate it into Chinese for you . "At that time I didn't care about it, I thought it was just an ordinary sword book, and I didn't want to accept it, but I was afraid of making him sad, so I went outside to borrow pens and inks from the waiter in the shop. "It just so happened that the waiter in the inn didn't even have a pen and ink. The account room was not there, and the drawers were locked. The waiter couldn't do anything, so he had to go to another inn to borrow it for me." "When I borrowed the pen and ink, half an hour had passed. When I walked into the room of the Tianzhu monk with the pen and ink and handed it to him, I found that he was dead. It is really "a good man will do his best and send it to the Buddha." I bought it He bought a coffin and hired monks to do ceremonies for him, and it took two days to get him buried." "Afterwards, I took the sword book he gave me and kept it with me. The treacherous official left long ago. The business was not completed, so I had to go back to the Central Plains to inquire about other businesses. I didn't find out about the business, but I did. A piece of news that makes my heart jump. "It turns out that I learned that the little sword book on my body is the secret book of the "Thirteen Swords of the Heavenly Dragon" that shocked the world and was praised as unmatched by the Middle Earth."