thefictionvixens Chapter 33 Siege!
Chapter 33 Siege!
Wow!
As soon as he finished speaking...
The old monk, who had just entered and was wearing a kasaya, immediately looked up and saw the burly, bald monk hurrying to greet him.
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.
However, she still raised her hand and addressed the senior monk, saying, "Amitabha."
"This humble monk is Xuan Tong. May I ask your Dharma name, Master?"
Upon hearing this, the long-bearded monk quickly descended the stairs, laughed heartily, and returned the greeting to the old monk Xuan Tong.
"Master Xuantong, what kind of master am I in your presence!"
"My secular name is Deng Yuanjue, and I am just a lay disciple of Shuanglin Temple."
"I have been specially instructed by the abbot of Shuanglin Temple to wait for the master's arrival in this meditation hall."
Upon hearing this, the old monk Xuantong suddenly realized what was going on and said to the senior monk, "So it was Senior Brother Miaoguang's arrangement."
"However, Master Yuanjue, we have never met before. How could you have sensed that I was Xuan Tong the moment I entered?"
As soon as the monk Xuantong said this.
Deng Yuanjue chuckled again, patted his belly, and quietly said, "To tell you the truth, as soon as Master Xuantong's ship docked, someone came to inform me."
"In this Yiwu area, I, Deng Yuanjue, still have some influence."
Deng Yuanjue spoke lightly, but to Xuan Tong, it gave him a new understanding of this seemingly unrestrained fake monk.
The fact that this person had a certain reputation in the Shuanglin Temple area shows that he held a certain position within the temple.
Thinking of this.
Xuan Tong nodded and said, "Master Yuan Jue, I imagine many people have come to the Water and Land Dharma Assembly this time, which is being convened by Senior Brother Miao Guang."
"I am truly sorry to have troubled Master Yuanjue to wait for me here."
Deng Yuanjue waved his hand and said directly, "It's alright, it's alright."
"What's the big deal?"
"It is an honor for the Zen Pavilion that Master Xuantong is staying here!"
"Master, please stay at the meditation room tonight."
"We'll head to Shuanglin Temple early tomorrow morning; the timing will be perfect."
Upon hearing this, Master Xuantong immediately nodded and said, "Alright, then I'll have to trouble Master Yuanjue."
Deng Yuanjue immediately waved his hand and beckoned the waiter over.
"Arrange two superior rooms for Master Xuantong and several Shaolin monks, and send them the best vegetarian meals."
The waiter repeatedly agreed and respectfully led Master Xuantong and several novices to the second floor.
Seeing this, Zhong Yuan couldn't help but stroke his chin and mutter, "The reputation of Shaolin Temple is indeed very effective."
Fang Liu said in a low voice, "Young Master, I once heard Master Wang say that Shaolin Temple and Beggars' Sect are known as the two great leaders of the Central Plains martial arts world, the pillars of the martial arts world."
"That old monk Xuan Tong must hold a high position in Shaolin Temple."
"Otherwise, why would Deng Yuanjue, this local bully, be so respectful?"
Zhong Yuan nodded slightly. A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. When walking in the martial arts world, strength is one part, and reputation is another.
Having a reputation can save you a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Judging from what Deng Yuanjue and the old monk Xuantong said, Shuanglin Temple is going to hold some kind of Dharma assembly in the next two days.
There should be a lot of people.
He arrived at the perfect time; when there are so many people, it's the perfect time to fish in troubled waters.
In his letter, Dugu Xian only told him to come to Shuanglin Temple to get the Heart King Sutra, but he didn't tell him whether he should openly ask the abbot of Shuanglin Temple to get it or go to get it himself.
but.
The latter is more likely.
Because Dugu Xian made it very clear.
The Heart Sutra is located within the Wheel of Dharma as indicated by the image of Master Fu.
At present, he does not know the exact location of the statue of Fu Dashi in Shuanglin Temple.
But that revolving sutra repository is the scripture repository of Shuanglin Temple.
I wonder if the abbot of Shuanglin Temple is holding a Dharma assembly these two days, and if the security in the Sutra Repository is very tight.
In any case, since we're here, we can't leave empty-handed.
By this time, the two had finished their meal.
Zhong Yuan showed no signs of fatigue. After all, he had been meditating cross-legged on the boat, circulating his true energy throughout his body. Even if he was tired, it was all swept away.
Fang Liu also learned some basic martial arts from Wang Yin. His internal strength was weak and could not compare to Zhong Yuan's, but he was not very tired.
and so.
The two then left the Zen Tower and prepared to head to Shuanglin Temple.
However, before heading to Shuanglin Temple, Fang Liu took Zhong Yuan to a coffin shop in the city and knocked on its door.
After knocking three times.
No one came to open the door.
A look of doubt appeared on Fang Liu's face.
"That's strange. The address of this Yiwu branch should be correct, so why is no one here?"
Zhong Yuan realized that he really didn't know this.
He had never heard Wang Yin mention it before.
"Does our Ming Cult also have a branch altar in Yiwu?"
Fang Liu nodded, glanced around, and said in a low voice, "The Yiwu branch was established during the time of the previous leader."
"It's just that it's rarely been used in recent years."
"Knowing that the young master was coming to Yiwu, Master Wang specifically told me that if I needed anything after arriving in Yiwu, I could come and find Master Ma of the Yiwu branch."
Zhong Yuan looked around at the coffin shop. It wasn't a street-front shop, and the surrounding neighbors all seemed to have their doors and windows closed.
"There's no one here right now; they've probably gone out."
Fang Liu nodded and said, "Since we can't find anyone, we'll have to go to Shuanglin Temple first."
"Originally, I thought that Master Ma was a local and should be able to help."
The two did not linger in front of the coffin shop and quickly left.
Heading southwest from Yiwu City, passing through the ancient town of Fotang, you enter the embrace of Yunhuang Mountain.
Along the way, the ridges of the fields are intertwined, and the golden rapeseed flowers create a picturesque scene against the backdrop of villages with white walls and black tiles.
The mountain road winds along, with ancient trees reaching for the sky on both sides, the sound of pine trees rustling in the wind, and occasionally the babbling of mountain streams and the chirping of birds.
Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, one is enveloped in mist and clouds, as if entering a fairyland.
The Shuanglin Temple in the distance was already faintly visible, with the faint sound of chanting filling the air, which was refreshing and delightful.
at this time.
It was already sunset.
Zhong Yuan and Fang Liu saw that Shuanglin Temple was already faintly visible.
The two exchanged a glance.
Fang Liu wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "We're almost there."
Just then.
All that could be heard from the woods ahead were the sounds of clashing swords.
Fang Liu's expression immediately changed slightly, and he said to Zhong Yuan, "Young Master, listen, it sounds like there's someone up ahead!"
Zhong Yuan nodded, raised his hand to his mouth, and gestured for Fang Liu to be quiet.
The two of them bent over and strode forward with light steps.
After turning a corner, they saw a fairly open forest ahead, where three women were besieging a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist hat, monk's robes, and Confucian shoes.
The middle-aged man's clothes were strange, his steps were light and agile, and his fists whistled.
The three women who attacked the middle-aged man were...
Among them, the two young women looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. Not only were they identical in height and weight, but their appearances were also indistinguishable.
They both had oval faces, bright eyes, and refined, otherworldly beauty; the only difference was the color of their clothes.
One was dressed in light red, and the other in moon white.
The remaining woman looked a little older, but not by much, at most in her early twenties, and wore a pale yellow dress.