Where is the sword of the reborn eagle

"Benefactor Guo is not in a hurry, come, let's eat first."

"After the meal, the little monk lit a few more candles for the benefactor, and asked the benefactor to finish copying tonight, so as not to delay the scriptures tomorrow."

It's been five or six days since Guo Mo and Jueming are acquainted, but Huang Rong is not here, so Guo Mo simply invites Jueming to have dinner together.

Jueming really believed in people. After dinner, he ordered people to light four large waxes in the living room where Guo Mo lived, and it was as bright as day.

"Benefactor Guo, please go ahead. The little monk will go to the evening class first. After an hour, I will come to pick up the scriptures transcribed by the benefactor."

Guo Mo copied the follow-up "Langa Sutra" without distraction, and before the second watch, Guo Mo finally finished copying.

Before Jue Ming came, Guo Mo picked up the "Langa Sutra" and pretended to recite it, but actually read the small characters in the cracks from beginning to end.

Concentric mind, one by one verification, completely correct, then give up.

At this time, Jueming just came over, "Amitabha, has Master Guo finished copying?"

"Little Master Jueming, it's just in time for you to come. Xiaosheng has just finished copying the scriptures, please take the scriptures away with you, Master."

"I'm really tired today. Let's take out these candles together. Xiaosheng should go to bed early. I will borrow scriptures tomorrow morning so that I can complete my mother's entrustment as soon as possible."

Jueming held the "Langa Sutra", and Guo Mo hand-copied the thick scriptures, and nodded.

"The little monk will not disturb the rest of the benefactor," he waved and called another little monk, and the two packed up the candles in the room, closed the door, and went out.

Guo Mo was the only one left in the room. At this moment, he was very excited—the "Nine Suns Manual" was in his hands—but he still acted as if nothing had happened on the surface.

Go into the bedroom, turn off the lights and go to bed.

In Guo Mo's mind, he went through the contents of the "Nine Suns Manual" over and over again.

It is indeed a supernatural skill. Guo Mo felt its extraordinaryness before he practiced it.

Guo Mo is a person who has practiced the "Full Heart Method", and he has also seen the "Seven Styles of the Desert" created by the master "Flying Bat" Ke Zhen'e.

Compared with the "Nine Suns Manual" obtained today, the difference cannot be counted.

Nothing to say all night, dawn the next day.

It was still Jueming who brought the breakfast, and it was for two people. After eating it together, they went to the Buddhist scripture pavilion.

Guo Mo was very quick today, and found the scripture that was last put down yesterday, "Yesterday's fate has not come, so it's time to borrow it from you today." He muttered to himself.

Seventh day...

eighth day...

Ninth day...

The sun turned west again, Guo Mo closed the "Great Light Sutra" in his hand.

The voice of "Amitabha Buddha" Jueming singing the name of Buddha, rang in his ears.

"Guo benefactor, nine days have passed, and the benefactor has also finished copying nine Buddhist scriptures and offering them to my Buddha. His merit is immeasurable."

Guo Mo also seemed to let out a sigh of relief, "These days, I have disturbed your temple a lot, especially the little master Jueming." Putting his hands together, he bowed deeply to Jueming.

"Xiaosheng transcribed this last scripture of the 'Great Light Sutra'. Please also invite little master Jueming."

After speaking, Guo Mo stretched his hand into his bosom, and took out two ingots of ten taels of gold, and placed them in front of Jueming.

"This is Xiaosheng's kindness, and please ask Jueming little master to store it for you."

Seeing that Guo Mo was about to leave, Jueming said: "Amitabha, the benefactor has spent money, the benefactor may as well stay one more night, and it will not be too late to go down the mountain tomorrow."

"'Guest away, host', the time to come has come, and the time to go is going."

"Besides, it's still early at this time, and my school boy in Dengfeng City should wait anxiously." Guo Mo clasped his hands together again.

"This monk's robe was taken away by Xiaosheng, and it can be regarded as a souvenir of this trip."

After finishing speaking, Guo Mo stepped forward and walked away.

Jueming stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking at Guo Mo's back, "This man is very human."

What Jueming didn't know was that his master, the first Chan Master Wuwang who showed up on the first day, also stood somewhere in Shaolin Temple, watching Guo Mo's leaving figure, unable to let go for a long time.

"My son, what is the matter with Shaolin and his party?"

"The old monk observed secretly for ten days, but found nothing..."

Chapter 78

Guo Mo left the meditation room, left Shaolin, and walked on Shaoshi Mountain.

Just finished copying nine scriptures today, Guo Mo would not leave in such a hurry, but he always felt a pair of eyes staring at him.

Especially after getting the "Langa Sutra" that day, the feeling was even stronger.Therefore, he is extremely careful all the time.

Even, Guo Mo deliberately found another scripture written in Sanskrit, which was still as many as [-] to [-] characters, and still asked Jueming to help him light more candles and copy the scriptures at night.

For nine whole days, Guo Mo was able to control the time spent borrowing scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion very accurately.

From entering the Sutra Pavilion to getting out the scriptures, it was always about a quarter of an hour.

He didn't know whether this would confuse the public, or would it be superfluous?

In short, Guo Mo felt that everything went too smoothly, and it was unbelievable for him to go so smoothly.

From Shaolin Temple to Dengfeng County, it is only more than 20 miles away, Guo Mo did not dare to use lightness kung fu, and walked slowly.

When he saw the city gate with the word "Dengfeng", the sun was about to set, and Guo Mo just stepped on the spot where the city gate was closed and entered the city.

Returning to the hotel where I stayed before, I noticed that there was also an inconspicuous sign "Qijia Old Store" at the entrance of the store. It seemed that the store was really old.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the store, it happened that the waiter in the store saw the customers out.

"Oh, Mr. Guo, you are back. Ms. Huang said that you will come back tonight. I am already arranging food and drinks for you. The innermost box is on the left, you can just go there."

The waiter in this store was too busy to lead the horses for the guests who were leaving, so he couldn't take Guo Mo there, so he smiled apologetically.

Guo Mo didn't care about these things, he just happened to be hungry, and in the past ten days, there was no oil or water left.

Following the direction pointed by the shop assistant, Guo Mo went straight in.

The store where Guo Mo and the others live is not far from the city gate, so it is not a lively area. At this hour, there are not many people eating out.

Looking from the lobby, Guo Mo saw only three or five tables of diners. I don't know why Huang Rong wanted the whole box?

Maybe it's been a while since I haven't seen you, what do you want to say?Guo Mo was confused and had no clue.

When we arrived at the door of the last box, the door was open, and there were more than a dozen dishes on the table, Huang Rong was sitting there smiling and waiting.

"Rong'er," to be honest, we haven't seen each other for several days. I usually don't feel it when I am busy copying scriptures, but now that I see someone, I suddenly feel a little miss.

"Brother Mo, you are finally back. I guessed that you would come back tonight. See how I asked the store to prepare so many delicious food for you..."

Before Huang Rong finished speaking, she suddenly looked behind Guo Mo in a daze, "Brother Mo, who is this senior?"

Seeing Huang Rong's state and hearing her question, Guo Mo shuddered.

Turning around hastily, he found a monk standing three feet behind him, looking at Guo Mo with a smile.

The strange thing was that Guo Mo didn't seem to be able to tell the monk's age. He was of medium build and not very strong. He was wearing a gray cloth monk's robe, but he was very neat.

A few strands of beard and beard under the jaw, mixed gray and white, covered the whole body. The most incongruous thing was that such a monk had a huge wine gourd hanging around his waist.

When Guo Mo saw this person's attire, he looked sharp on the outside and tender on the inside, "Isn't this the one in the legend?" He opened his mouth and didn't dare to ask, as if he was guilty of guilt.

"Wow, it's very rich. Boy Mo, why don't you invite the old monk to sit down with such a good food and drink?"

After finishing speaking, he sat in the middle seat without waiting for Guo Mo to speak.

Picking up the chopsticks, "Ba Da" took a bite of the dish, Huang Rong stood beside her, feeling blessed, and hurriedly filled a glass of wine.

The monk picked up the wine glass and drank it with a "ziliu".

Smash it, smack your mouth, "Well, this wine still tastes the same, it's no different from 100 years ago."

When Guo Mo heard it, my God, this person is not afraid of scaring others, just saying "100 years ago"?

Huang Rong didn't think much of it, she subconsciously thought that she had met a joker.

Even if this monk can be called an "old monk", he looks like he is in his fifties at best. How could he come here to drink wine 100 years ago?

Seeing that the monk only cared about eating and drinking, Guo Mo no longer felt embarrassed at first.

When he came to the side of the monk, he filled another glass for him, and took advantage of the opportunity to bring a few dishes that were far away to the front.

"Shop—" Guo Mo shouted towards the outside.

Immediately a waiter from the shop came over, "Guest officer, what are your orders?"

"Bring two big bowls and make ten catties of sorghum wine."

The shop clerk was stunned for a moment, "Guest officer, are you sure you want to drink ten catties of sorghum wine, isn't it too much?"

"Haha, anyway, I'm the one paying for it, so you're afraid that you'll meet drinkable wine sellers?"

Guo Mo paused, "Ten catties is not enough, so take twenty catties."

The monk's hand holding the wine glass trembled visibly.

I glanced at Guo Mo, that's right, it's still this young man, did I hallucinate what I said just now, or was it a coincidence?

Not long after, two shop waiters came, each holding a jug of wine, "Guest officer, this is the wine you want, twenty catties!" He also specially emphasized the word "twenty".

Guo Mo waved the waiter down, took the big bowl, first filled the bowl for the monk, and then filled the bowl himself.

"Senior, the younger generation is walking in the rivers and lakes. Among the famous people, the younger generation has only heard of one Buddhist arhat, who can drink like a sea."

"Looking at the description, the senior should not be that one. But meeting is a fate, the junior respects you three bowls."

After Guo Mo finished speaking, he picked up the bowl of "ton ton ton", and went down after one bowl.

It is said that the sorghum wine of this era is only about ten degrees.Guo Mo in his previous life is considered "wine" and has been tested, otherwise he would not have come here.

Now with Dacheng's Quanzhen internal strength, it is no problem to be able to drink ten catties and eight catties of sorghum wine.

The monk stared blankly at Guo Mo, seeing him drink the bowl of wine with his neck raised, because he drank so fast, some of the wine flowed down the corners of his mouth and wet his front.

"How many years, this scene is so familiar." The monk lost his mind.

"Senior, watch me drink the second bowl." Guo Mo poured himself wine like this, on the one hand to cover up his guilty conscience, on the other hand he intentionally gave the monk the illusion of "remembering the past".

Of course, the premise is that if the monk is the one he thinks in his heart.

Now, Guo Mo has concluded that the person who came is the "Wine Fighting Monk" who has never appeared in the world of Condor Shooting.

That's the one who won the No. 1 Wang Chongyang in Shooting the Condors, and the creator of the "Nine Suns Manual".

It was rumored that this person was a young man who studied Confucianism, did not love martial arts, and was a complete nerd.

Later, he learned Taoist Kungfu, and all of them are superior Taoist martial arts.

Aged and abstained from becoming a monk, he naturally studied Buddhism and Zen.

It can be said that this person is a rare person who combines Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, and the three teachings.

But, who is the true identity of this "wine-fighting monk"?

What is the purpose of this person appearing here?

Chapter 79 The Third Person

When Guo Mo finished his third bowl of wine, the monk came back to his senses.

The thoughts of fighting wine naturally disappeared, but he also raised the bowl, but drank slowly, as if he was remembering something.

After three bowls of wine, Guo Mo's condition improved a lot.

"Senior, is the food and drink not to your liking, or is it that senior's drinking capacity is not what it used to be?"

Seeing the monk drinking a bowl and remaining silent, Guo Mo couldn't help joking.

"Haha, boy Mo, you are really an interesting little guy." Hearing what Guo Mo said, the monk laughed.

Then he stared at Guo Mo suddenly: "Where do you come from? Who are you?"

Two cold lights shot out from his eyes, staring at Guo Mo closely, as if he had already penetrated Guo Mo.

Guo Mo's back was instantly soaked with sweat.

"What does senior mean? Junior Guo Mo, you should know my name, right? I come from the desert." Guo Mo couldn't figure out what the monk was thinking, so he just answered casually.

"Guo Mo? Da Mo?" The monk drank another bowl of wine, chewing on these two words.

"Then how did you know that there is a 'Nine Suns Sutra' in the 'Langa Sutra'?"