A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 204

Fang Xian slowly opened his eyes and scanned the audience, most of the people had already collapsed to the ground.

Only Zhang Wuji was still looking for these limp people, and if there were any left alive, he would punch them in the head.

"Brother Wuji!" Fang Xian rushed over, deeply feeling that such killing was inappropriate.

"Here you are." Zhang Wuji pulled out his pocket and threw the pamphlet over, "Brother, this is what you're talking about."

Fang Xian took the booklet, and the five big characters of "Eternal Heaven and Sword of the Dragon" were clearly visible in his mind.

"We are consummated." Fang Xianxin was overjoyed for a moment, and then sad again.

Consummation?It seems that there is still something missing. At this time, there should be a braided girl by my side to cheer me up.

Zhang Wuji sighed: "Big brother, if you can finally find Miss Wang, don't despair."

"I'm not desperate." Fang Xian smiled hoarsely, "But you have probably killed enough. You will become possessed by this."

Zhang Wuji looked at the blood on his fists and just smiled: "If I don't kill them, I will become a demon. Only by taking the lives of these enemies will I finally feel worthy of myself, my parents, and the world."

Fang Xian suddenly realized.

Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, this is just what the Buddhist family says, this is the Buddhist principle, not the human principle.

Lin Pingzhi wanted to let go of his hatred, because the enemies who killed his parents had already received what they deserved, and he shouldn't kill any more, as his personnel were exhausted, and if he killed him again, he would be indignant.

As for Zhang Wuji, he just tried his best to forget and endure.Those of his enemies are still living that kind of life, still not introspective, and still doing evil.

This move goes against human principles.

Zhang Wuji spent his entire life repaying evil with kindness, only suffering for himself.

"The Analects of Confucius Constitution"——

Or: "How about repaying grievances with virtue?"

The son said: "How to repay virtue? Repay grievances directly and repay virtue by virtue."

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

Mushroom body translation of this passage:
A hard-working student was beaten, and he covered his face and asked Confucius teacher: "Teacher, I was beaten, should I not care about you, treat me well, and use my moral character to influence you? Let me be a saint too." way?

Confucius scolded: "Baby boy, if someone beats you, you still treat him well; if someone treats you well, what do you give him back? If you treat him well, whether he treats you well or not, then you are not a coward." ?”

The student covered his face, it turned out that the teacher was a man!Then he asked: "What should we do?"

Confucius waved his arms: "Fuck you."

The Buddha speaks the Buddha's principles, and the Tao teaches the principles——

Our Teacher Kong is talking about human principles!

It is neither Buddha nor Tao, and it does not respect people's principles. What is the principle? I am a great Confucian.

Fang Xian also understood at this moment, Zhang Wuji had killed so many people and regained his sanity, he also had a complete understanding, he just wanted to do his best to let those people receive the punishment they deserved.

The four factions were already limp on the ground, Zhang Wuji stepped over one by one, on that day ten years ago, everyone who was in Wudang Mountain received a punch.

"So many faces, do you really remember?"

Zhang Wuji pointed to the sky: "Mother told me to remember, I will remember."

Fang Xian turned to look at Yin Tianzheng: "The daughter of the Eagle King is mighty."

Only after looking at this did he realize that the Eagle King was actually fine and was feeding Zhang Sanfeng medicine.

"Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, the antidote?" Fang Xian asked in surprise.

Yang Xiao pointed at the crowd: "That's right, it's the antidote. The people from my Mingjiao who came today brought three sets."

"How did you do it?" Fang Xian asked, "Isn't the antidote only found in Ruyang Palace... Oh, I understand."

"Yeah." Yang Xiao sighed sadly, and stopped talking, feeding medicine to the heroes of Wudang.

Fan Yao, he has done nothing for decades.I don't know what method he used, but he succeeded, bringing the antidote to Mingjiao, and avoiding the fate of today's masters being useless.

Fang Xian was still wondering why Xie Xun was able to use his internal strength, so it was thanks to Fan Yao.

The strong man worked hard.

After Zhang Sanfeng took the medicine, he glanced at Kongwen and Sandu, paused and said, "Feed them too."

The four monks were taken aback.

Kong Wen said with a strong face: "This is the end of the matter, the real person doesn't need to pretend anymore."

"Child." Zhang Sanfeng showed kindly love for the old man, "This is the end, are you still lying to yourself?"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes are soft, touching and thought-provoking.

If Zhang Sanfeng wants to unify the martial arts, why bother?It should have been killed long ago.

On the contrary, it was Yue Buqun who used Shixiang Ruanjin Powder when he was dying.

Who doesn't know that Shixiang Ruanjin Powder is a poison unique to Ruyang Palace?

At the last moment, it was another bloody fact.

Kong Wen teardrops ooze out: "The real person... the little monk is wrong..."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked Kong Wen's head as if stroking a child: "Everyone is young and ignorant, it is good to repent."

Kongwen burst into tears and twitched endlessly.

In the eyes of others, this scene is too out of harmony, the abbot of Shaolin actually calls himself a monk...

Of course, in front of Zhang Sanfeng, the whole world is a child.

Seeing this, Yang Xiao finally sighed, and threw four packs of antidote to Kong Wen.

"Eat it yourself, and feed the three stubborn ones by the way."

"Yang Zuoshi..." Kong Wen was very moved, even Yang Xiao finally showed kindness.

"No need to say more." Yang Xiao just waved his arm, "You and I have different teachings on mathematics, which is heresy, but the monks are more honest after all. I, the Ming Cult, don't care if I leave Shaolin alone."

Fang Xian went over and patted Yang Xiao on the back: "Iron man, tenderness, handsome Uncle Yang?"

Yang Xiao was embarrassed and slapped him back: "Nephew, get out of here."

Under Zhang Wuji's order, Mingjiao also fed the antidote to the four major sects.

"You were not there that day, I spared your life, I hope you can take care of yourself."

Zhang Wuji's grievances and grievances are clear, although half of the members of the four major sects died at his hands, they can't, and dare not entangle them any more.

After a while, everyone had worn off the effects of the medicine. After a quick scan, there were only fifty or sixty living people left in the yard.

After taking the antidote, Du'e walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and bowed his head: "My little monk... I really made a mistake today."

"Monk!" Zhang Sanfeng flicked his beard.

Du E was shocked, like a child seeing an elder scolding him: "Wrong, wrong."

Zhang Sanfeng laughed: "I'm teasing you, it doesn't get in the way."

After saying that, he looked at Du Jie and Du Nan again, and said with regret: "I'm sorry, those two dolls are probably useless."

Overcoming tribulations and difficulties, he tried his best to get up.

"Master, the Buddha abolished our martial arts, but gave us the Dharma."

"A real person has learned the lesson. Greedy victory and arrogance are taboos in Buddhism."

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "After all, all of you are eminent monks, you can understand everything, poor people don't want to harm you."

"The real person..." Du E hesitated a little, and asked, "Is the martial arts you showed just now, and your character, already a fairyland?"

Zhang Sanfeng said humbly: "No, the xinxing of the poor Taoist has been cultivated for more than a hundred years. As for martial arts, it is only a superficial state after the internal force has left the body, and it cannot be compared with the ancestors."

After saying this, he looked at Fang Xian again: "Young friend Tian, ​​you can do it."

Fang Xian picked up the giant sword, stretched his strength, and then shook his head: "It's still not good, the internal strength can only be barely released from the body, and there is still a long way to go before you can swing it as freely as you."

“Take it step by step and don’t get impatient.”

"That's natural."

Screams gradually came from the bottom of the mountain, and torches lit up the sky.

Obviously, this is King Ruyang's army again.The moment Yue Buqun used Shixiang Ruanjin Powder, anyone with a discerning eye could already tell that the bitter plan was not over yet.

The sacrifices this time are the four major factions.

The last to harvest is the imperial army.

Cheng Kun's treacherous schemes intertwined with each other, self-mutilation bitter meat, causing Shaolin Wudang to fight each other; then forced Shaolin bitter meat to make Wudang fight with the four major factions;

Just imagine, without Fan Yao's antidote, everyone would really be helpless and left to their own devices. Cheng Kun had to sigh because of his precise calculations.

It's just that, even himself and Yue Buqun were involved in this poisonous plan, what was it for in the end?

……

Chahan Timur personally led his troops, a total of 5000 people, and rushed up the Shaoshi Mountain Road.

Chahan Timur, also known as Li Chahan, was the adoptive father of Wang Baobao and the father of Zhao Min.

This person is not tall, but he is extremely fat. The muscles all over his body are made of fighting, or the fat raised in the palace.

He asked: "Are they all dead?"

A woman in white clothes next to him replied: "Yes, they are all dead. My father died for the court."

"Well... this king knows, after this matter, I will give you an official position and fiefdom, and this king will also give a performance to the court, and let you become an official and a nobleman."

"Thank you, my lord."

……

In Shaolin Temple, most of the people with a clear mind have realized the whole story, seeing the red light all over the sky at this time, they have already anticipated the coming person in their hearts.

Kong Wen clasped his palms together: "Good, good... Daoist, Wudang heroes, benefactors of Mingjiao, you leave quickly, this is the doom of my Shaolin."

Zhang Sanfeng was already prepared, and said calmly: "Pindao said long ago that Shaolin is the foundation of martial arts, and this foundation cannot be broken."

Du'e advised: "Master Zhang, if Wudang joins us today, our Central Plains Wulin..."

"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold, how can Wudang live alone." Zhang Sanfeng sighed awe-inspiringly, looking up at the sky, "Poverty is right, Wudang...has fallen before Shaolin."

Almost as they were talking, Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu finally couldn't hold on after killing more than thirty Yuan soldiers.

Although Song Yuanqiao was covered in blood, he was heroic and undaunted. He shouted: "Son, you did a lot of wrong things when you were born. This is to clear your name and give you a worthy death!!!"

"Yes! Dad!" Song Qingshu was also sane at the last moment, "Boy, I'm embarrassing for you!"

"Don't be ashamed! Take dozens of court dogs to Huangquan together, and protect my Wudang until the last moment. Good death, good death!!"

The father and son hugged and laughed, raised their swords to meet again...

……

Li Chahan saw the fire on Wudang Mountain from a distance, and said with a smile: "Although it was later than expected, it was still flat. Cheng Kun's plan was good. He moved the tiger away from the mountain, and took Wudang with only 300 people. Kunlun and Emei cannot escape either."

He said to the woman again: "In this way, only Mount Hua is left. On the surface, Mr. Yue is No. 1 in martial arts, but secretly he is a member of my court. After that, there will be no Jiang Hu."

The woman said: "I'm afraid Mr. Yue will have no time to entertain himself."

"Oh?" Li Chahan looked at Shaolin from a distance, "Can't Mr. Yue escape?"

"Tian Boguang's internal strength is not what it used to be. According to his state of mind... he will not give Mr. Yue a chance."

"...Then what should I do..." Li Chahan felt a little regretful, "Mr. Yue is a rare and wise man, he is in charge of martial arts, and the imperial court is at ease. In this way, we will have to find someone else."

Li Chahan hesitated for a moment: "How about that Zhou Zhiruo?"

(End of this chapter)