The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sword

CHAPTER 2 (Pinus and cypress grow at the top of Mount Wudang)

Eighteen disciples from DaMo Hall stepped forward to capture Zhang Junbao. Jueyuan thought no more and turned the circle and the two iron buckets spun, causing the monks to retreat. Jueyuan threw away the remaining water from the bucket and placed Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao into the bucket. He turned the bucket around in circles like a pair of comet hammers. All the disciples from DaMo Hall quickly moved.

Guo Xiang and He ZuDao walked towards ShaoLin Monastery, before long they reached ShaoLin gate and saw no one.

He ZuDao said: "I won't go in either, I will ask the monk to come out and deliver his message." He raised his voice and said: "He's Dao on KunLun Mountain visiting ShaoLin Monastery, I want to say something."

After he said that, they could hear ten huge bells ringing.

The door opened and two rows of gray-robed monks came out. On the left row there are fifty-four monks and on the right side there are also fifty-four monks. There were a hundred and eight monks, these were all disciples of the LuoHan Hall, filling the position of one hundred and eight Arhats. After them, eighteen monks came out wearing yellow kasaya. These monks looked slightly older than the disciples of LuoHan Hall, they were senior disciples of DaMo Hall. After a while, seven old monks came out in large square robes. These seven monks all had wrinkles, the youngest seventy-odd years and the oldest was around ninety years old. These were the seven elders in the Meditation Hall. After them, Abbot Tianming came out, to the left of Reverend WuXiang Head of DaMo Hall and to the right of Reverend WuSe of LuoHan Hall.

In the end there were seventy, eighty* ordinary disciples in ShaoLin Monastery.

(*This disciple is not a monk, just an ordinary person. For example, disciples like Xiao Feng, Chen YouLiang, etc fall into this category)

That day He Dao Dao sneaked into ShaoLin and left a note in LuoHan Hall. This event shocked the abbots of Tianming, WuSe and WuXiang. A few days later Pan, Fang and Wei said they would come to ShaoLin and duel, making all the monks very agitated and alert. West ShaoLin is located far away from here and for many years the monks there had not made any contact with the ShaoLin monks here. But all the monks knew that the patriarch of Western ShaoLin Master GuWei was a great martial arts expert. So his students must be extraordinary people as well. After hearing that Pan, Fang, and Wei did not dare to underestimate “Three Saints KunLun,” and as the saying goes: “He who comes must be strong or he will never come to”.

At first, everyone thought that "Three KunLun Saints" were three people, but after hearing from Pan Tiangeng, Fang Tianlao, and Wei Tianwang, they knew it was only one person. But regarding age and appearance, even Pan and the others were not too sure. They only knew that he was proud of his skill in zither, chess, and swordsmanship. Playing sitar and chess can relax and relax hearts and concentration that are not beneficial to their Buddhist meditation. But the martial expert who specialized in swordsmanship was very willing to duel with the arrogant man who called himself the "Saint of Swordsmanship".

Pan Tiangeng and two martial arts brothers felt very confident and thought that this whole incident was their deed and hoped to travel thousands of miles to complete it here. They wanted to defeat He Dao before he could reach the monastery. After that, they will duel with the monks in the monastery and West ShaoLin will be greater than North ShaoLin Monastery. However, after the battle in the stone pavilion, He Zuo Dao only used half of his ability and he could easily defeat Pan, Fang, and Wei.

After the abbot of Tianming heard this, he knew that ShaoLin was facing imminent danger. After careful analysis, he realized that he, WuSe, and WuXiang were of almost the same level as Pan, Fang, and Wei. So he asked the seven elders in the Meditation Hall to help if necessary. However, no one knew how high the martial arts of the seven elders were, and whether they were strong enough to defeat He Zuo Dao if it was really necessary. These were all speculations from the abbots of Tianming, the Priest WuSe and WuXiang.

When the abbot of Tianming saw He Zuo Dao and Guo Xiang, he fused his palms together and said “This must be the chess saint, swordsmanship and harp, Philanthropist He. Forgive us for the late welcome."

He ZuDao again saluted and said “My name is indeed He Zuo Dao, the nicknames of the three saints are not worth mentioning. I'm sorry for causing trouble in your convent and I don't dare accept all the pastors coming to greet me."

TiangMing thinks this arrogant “Sarjana doesn't speak too arrogantly. He seemed to be around thirty years old, how could he easily defeat Pan and his martial arts brother?"

Tianming said “You are an excellent philanthropist. He, please enter our monastery for tea. But this generous woman..” She looks a little awkward.

When He Zuo heard that the abbot of Tianming would not allow Guo Xiang to enter, his arrogance rose and laughed “The head of the old convent, I came here to deliver a message on someone's behalf. After doing that, I will leave, but the rules set by your monastery that forbid women from entering are ludicrous. Frankly, I have a problem with that rule. According to Buddhism, every life is equally precious, not making unnecessary differences between men and women. "

The Abbot of Tianming Monastery was an enlightened priest, and was very broad-minded. Tianming smiled and said: “Thank you for showing it. We were a little petty at that. Miss Guo, please come in for tea too."

Guo Xiang smiled at He Zuo and said "You're very eloquent, with just a few words this old monk gave up."

The Abbot of Tianming stepped aside and gestured to greet the guest when suddenly an old and skinny monk to the left of Tianming stepped forward and said “Only because of benefactor He is one sentence, one sentence away, ShaoLin had to remove the ancient custom, which was not a bad thing, but we wanted to see if the person who said those words had any real and impressive abilities. Or is he just clinging to a false reputation. I'd like to ask His benefactor to reveal one, two special abilities so that all monks can be convinced of your specialties, he said, so we all know that we just removed the thousand year old rule for a worthy cause. ”

The old monk who said this was Reverend WuXiang, the head of the DaMo Hall. His voice was clear and loud indicating that his internal strength was full and sturdy. When Pan TianGen, Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang heard this, their facial expressions changed. WuXiang's words clearly showed that he did not have a high opinion towards these three Western ShaoLin disciples. He Dao defeating them did not necessarily mean He Dao Dao had great abilities.

Guo Xiang saw Reverend WuSe look awkward and thought that this old monk was a good person and friend of Yang Guo. If He Dao really fought against the monks, and one of the parties would lose, he would still feel bad about it. So he said to He Zuo Dao: “Brother He, I don't really have to enter the monastery. Once you send us a message, we'll leave. ”

Guo Xiang pointed to WuSe and said “This WuSe map is my good friend. I hope you can be friends too."

He ZuDao said "Oh, I see." and turned to the abbot of Tianming and said “The head of the old monastery, there is a Master Jueyuan here, in the monastery. Who'sisthis? I have entrusted him with the message that I must convey."

Abbot Tianming softly said "Master Jueyuan?"

Jueyuan's position was very low in the monastery. For many years he had only lived in the library and no one had really noticed him. Also, no one had ever called him [Master Jueyuan] so that was why the abbot of Tianming did not know who He Zuo meant. After a while, Tianming said: “Oh! Monk who lost "Ni Jia Scriptures". Philanthropist He, does this have anything to do with the lost "Ni Jia Bible.

HeZuo shook his head and said "I really don't know."

Tianming told a disciple "Tell Jueyuan to come out and meet our guests."

The student left immediately.

Reverend WuXiang said “He is Generous, is a saint of harps, chess and swordsmanship. Ordinary people would not dare to be called [saints]. Benefactor He must have extraordinary abilities in these three arts. A few days ago you left a note at the Monastery telling us that you were eager to display your martial arts. Today you've come and we're eager to see your martial arts."

He Dao shook his head and said: "Miss Guo has already said that both sides should not make a grudge."

WuXiang was really upset and thought: “You left a message challenging us, now you say you don't want to fight. In this thousand years, who would dare to look down on ShaoLin like that? Furthermore, Pan Tiangeng, Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang were defeated in your hands. If word gets out that Principal ShaoLin's disciple was defeated by you, your name is a sword arts saint will become more famous in WuLin. Ordinary disciple is no match for him, I have to challenge him personally."

WuXiang walked forward and said: “Exchanging views on martial arts does not necessarily mean creating a grudge. Philanthropist He, there is no reason to be humble."

Wuxiang turned to one of the disciples from DaMo Hall and said: “Get the sword! We will see the swordsmanship of the famous [saint of swordsmanship]. And we'll see if the word [saint] is the right word to name it."

The monastery's weapons were ready, but not taken out. It was to avoid people saying that the monk ShaoLin was petty.

The disciple went back in and brought seven, eight swords and went to He Zuo Dao and said: "Please He, will you use your own weapons or will you use one of our swords?"

He Dao did not reply and picked up the sharp stone from the ground and started carving lines on the tiles. He drew a chessboard with that sharp stone. Each row is precise, accurate, and engraved in stone tiles. He ZuDao had just picked up a stone and drew this, the use and possession of this internal energy was rare in the real world. He Dao Dao laughed and said: “Duel with a sword could create unnecessary hostility between us. It is impossible to compete with music. If all are interested, we can play chess.”

The display of internal energy and drawing a chessboard with a small stone is amazing. Tianming, WuSe, WuXiang and the seven elders of the Meditation Hall looked at each other and were astonished.

The Abbot of Tianming knew that the internal strength of this man was extremely strong and no one in the monastery could match him. The abbot would admit defeat when they heard the sound of metal walking towards them. It was Jueyuan who was carrying two large metal buckets. Behind him was a tall young man. Jueyuan put down the pails and saluted Tianming and said: "I await your orders, Abbot."

Tianming said: "It's benefactor He wants to tell you something."

Jueyuan turned around and did not know who He Zuo Dao was. Jueyuan said: “I Jueyuan. Philanthropist He, can I help you?”

After HeZuo finished drawing the chessboard, his interest in chess woke up and asked: “The message can wait now. Who is interested in chess? ” He Zuo did not want to show off his martial arts, but he had always been captivated by the zither, chess, and swordsmanship arts. If his attraction awakens, he can forget everything around him. He ZuDao only wanted a monk to play chess with him now and completely forgot about the battle.

Abbot Tianming said: “Good His ability to draw a chessboard with stones is incredible. Such an amazing ability was something I had never seen before. All the monks here are no match for you."

When Jueyuan heard these words, he saw the lines on the ground and realized that He Zuo Dao had come here to challenge ShaoLin Monastery. Jueyuan took the iron bucket and took a deep breath and focused all his internal strength onto his feet and started walking towards the line.

The chain tied at Jueyuan's feet dragged across the line and wiped it off. When the monks saw that, everyone exclaimed: "Good!"

Tianming, WuSe and WuXiang were shocked and happy to see this old and poignant monk possessed such powerful internal energy. They lived in the monastery for many years and had never noticed it before. Tianming knew that no matter how powerful one's internal energy was, he would never be able to leave such a deep imprint on the ground. The reason why Jueyuan was able to do this was because his iron bucket contained water so there were a total of two hundred kilograms.

Before Jueyuan could clear all the lines, He Zuo Dao spoke to him: "A very strong internal energy, I don't have such a strong internal force."

Jueyuan felt his energy growing in his public domain but his legs were getting tired. Jueyuan stopped when he heard He Dao Dao talking to him and turned to him and said with a smile: "Is there a difference between white and black pieces?"

He ZuDao said: "Right! This chess game can't be played anymore, I lost. I'll try your swordsmanship. " He Dao unsheathed his sword and aimed at his own chest and the hilt facing the opponent. This was a very strange technique and it seemed like he was trying to kill himself. In all the sword positions in the world there has never been a strange technique.

Jueyuan said: “I only know how to meditate and recite the scriptures. My responsibility is to clean up the library. I never learned martial arts."

He Zuo did not believe him and sneered at him. He Dao advanced forward, the tip of his sword now pointing towards Jueyuan's chest. This technique was extremely fast and practically incomparable to all the sword techniques in the universe. This attitude was not meant to aim at oneself, but the position He Dao took was to generate his internal energy into the sword and attack. However, Jueyuan's internal energy was so powerful that it could come and go as Jueyuan pleased. Jueyuan used one of the buckets to block this technique and the tip of the sword hit the iron bucket. His sword was slightly bent and He Dao took this technique and attacked again. Jueyuan used another bucket to block that stance.

He Dao Dao thought: "No matter how high your martial arts are, this bucket is not easy to handle. How can you block my stance? If you use your hand, I'll be a little afraid of you."

He Dao used his index finger to point to the tip of the sword producing a buzzing sound. It was similar to the dragon's cry.

He Zuo exclaimed: "Revelation, old monk!" With incredible speed, He Zuo Dao launched sixteen stance positions towards Jueyuan.

However, Jueyuan blocked everything, these sixteen techniques were called "The Swift Lightning Swordsmanship."

Everyone could see that Jueyuan was in a state of panic, anyone now knew that Jueyuan had absolutely no idea of martial arts.

These incredible sword techniques from He Zuo Dao were all blocked in an extremely ridiculous manner.

WuSe and WuXiang were very worried and exclaimed: "Please save him, benefactor He!"

Even Guo Xiang exclaimed: "Don't hurt him!"

He Dao put everything he knew in this battle but still could not defeat this monk.

He did not believe this monk did not know martial arts. The reason why Jueyuan was able to dodge the blow was because he had extremely strong internal energy.

He Dao realized his quick technique was futile and shouted. A flash of light shot towards Jueyuan's stomach.

Jueyuan called out and used two buckets to cut the sword. He Dao wanted to pull the sword back but could not move an inch. Quickly, He Dao changed the technique and released his sword and put all his energy into his palm and attacked with his palm. He aimed at Jueyuan's head.

At this point, Jueyuan could not block that move anymore. The situation is very dangerous. Zhang Junbao was very worried about his teacher, so Zhang jumped out and used the technique that Yang Guo had taught him three years ago, which was "Expanding into All Directions." Zhang hit He Zuo on his left shoulder.

At this moment, Jueyuan's internal energy was focused on two buckets. The energy forces the water out in two bursts of water. When He Zuo's energy met with a burst of water, the water was scattered but He Zuo Dao's energy was also lost. Both He Zuo Dao and Jueyuan were drenched.

He ZuDao engaged in a fight with Jueyuan and paid no attention to the young Zhang Junbao. Little did He Zuo realize that Zhang's palm technique and internal energy were excellent and powerful. He Dao had been pushed away and could only stand still after three steps back.

Jueyuan said: “Amitabha, Amitabha! Please let me go, her benefactor. That little bit of attack was really scary.” Jueyuan used his sleeves to wipe the water on his face and quickly stepped aside.

He Zuo Dao angrily said: “Biara ShaoLin does have a lot of amazing people. Even kids have good martial arts. Young man, let's fight, if you can withstand my ten stances, I will never set foot again in China."

WuSe and WuXiang knew that Zhang Junbao was just a boy cleaning up the library and helping Jueyuan in his duties. Zhang had never learned any martial arts, he had only accidentally hit He Zuo Dao. If they were to really fight, Zhang Junbao would not survive.

WuXiang spoke: “Grandmother He, you are wrong. You are called the "Three KunLun Saints, your martial arts are unparalleled throughout the world. How can you fight with a mere young cleaner? If you don't mind, let me accept the challenge."

HeZuo shook his head and said: “Everyone saw that he had just hit me, I cannot let that be left alone. Watch out, Son!”

This palm technique was extremely fast and he stood very close to Zhang Junbao. WuSe, WuXiang and the others wanted to help but it was too late to do anything now.

Everyone was worried about Zhang Junbao. Zhang just stood there and his fingers spun to the left and his body smoothly spun to the right, taking up a position as an archer. This time, his right hand and his left hand were guarding his waist. His right fist attacked. This was the beginning of a ShaoLin style of boxing called: "Flower's fist penetrates to the right".

This move was truly extraordinary, it was a move that martial artists, not boys, had to make.

When He ZuDao suffered a punch on his shoulder, he knew that the internal strength of this young man was superior to Pan Tiangeng and the others. But he was confident he could defeat Zhang Junbao in ten positions. When he saw the attack made by Zhang, he was very impressed and said: "Good move!"

WuXiang thought of something and smiled to WuSe: "Congratulations, big brother for having such a good disciple."

WuSe shook his head and said: "I don't..." At this point, Zhang Junbao used three more positions to counterattack. All of his movements were great and the energy produced was full and smooth, not inferior to any ShaoLin martial artist.

Tianming, WuSe, WuXiang and the seven elders in the Meditation Hall saw that Zhang Junbao's technique was so spectacular. They're all dumbfounded. WuXiang said: "The majesty of his position is nothing compared to his energy…"

At this point, He Zuo had already used six positions and thought: "If I can't defeat this youngster, everyone at WuLin will laugh at me for leaving a note to challenge ShaoLin."

Suddenly He Dao Dao changed his movements and used a stance called: "The Floating Snow Flocks of Mount Tian."

His palm was extremely fast, and it seemed like Zhang Junbao was surrounded by palms.

Zhang Junbao had never really been instructed about martial arts by anyone, except Yang Guo three years ago. This was the first time he had seen such a strange and fast palm technique and did not know how to counter it. In an agitated state, he used a position ShaoLin called: "Two Circular Hands." Zhang Junbao raised both his hands above his face and stood there. This stance was extremely grand and majestic, no matter how, or where He Dao was attacked, his attacks would always meet these two hands.

The monks from DaMo and LuoHan Hall all exclaimed: "Good!" They were all impressed by Zhang Junbao's technique and praised him for using ShaoLin's simple standing manner to thwart the heavy and complicated palm technique.

He ZuDao changed his stance again and clenched fists towards Zhang Junbao. Zhang retaliated with a so-called attitude: "The Flower is leaning towards the seven Stars".

Zhang's palm met with He's fist, a clashing sound rang out. He Zuo's body trembled and Zhang Junbao retreated five steps. He Dao's face changed and said: "One more attitude, try your best to deal with it."

Everyone remained silent, they knew that He Zuo Dao's final attack was extremely powerful. They know that He is putting everything in to win at this moment.

Once again Zhang Junbao used: "The flower is leaning towards the seven Stars."

This time there was no sound as the fists and palms met. Both produce internal energy. In terms of all-round martial arts, He ZuDao would win easily over Zhang Junbao. But when it comes to internal energy, Zhang studies some parts of the codex "Jiu Yang" so that his internal strength continues to grow and increase. He Zuo knew he could not defeat this boy and jumped away and let Zhang Junbao's energy streak forward and used his right hand to gently push Zhang's back causing him to fall.

He Zuo Dao waved his hand and smiled wryly: “He ZuDao, He ZuDao. You're too cocky.”

He Zuo Dao turned to the abbot of Tianming and said: "The martial arts in ShaoLin Monastery were famous for a thousand years. It's breathtaking. Today I have seen quite a lot, knowing that ShaoLin's good name is indeed worthy."

He turned around and jumped forward a few meters, suddenly he turned around and said to Jueyuan: “Master Jueyuan, someone told me to deliver this message: The script is in the oil / [Jing Zai You Zhong].”

After saying that, he even jumped further and his movements were so fast, so fast that they were rare in the real world.

Zhang JuBao slowly struggled, his face covered in sand. Even though he was defeated by He Zuo Dao, He had already acknowledged his defeat at ShaoLin.

Suddenly one of the old monks in the Meditation Hall spoke sharply and coldly: "Who taught these students martial arts?" Everyone felt uneasy after hearing this old monk speak.

The Abbot of Tianming, WuSe and WuXiang all thought of this as well. They all looked at Jueyuan and Zhang Junbao. Jueyuan and Zhang just stood there not knowing what was going on right now.

Tianming spoke: “Jueyuan's internal strength is very strong but he has never studied any other form of martial arts. Who taught this kid martial arts?"

The disciples from the DaMo Hall and LuoHan all thought, fortunately today there are young cleaners who come forward and ward off the ShaoLin disaster. The old abbot would definitely reward him and the teacher who taught him martial arts.

Zhang Junbao took out the small iron Arhat Guo Xiang had given him and said: “I have just learned some ways of standing from these little statues. No one taught me martial arts."

The old monk stepped forward and slowly said in a threatening manner: “Say once more: your LuoHan fist IS NOT given by any monastery master. You learned it yourself.”

Zhang Junbao was a little surprised but he also believed he had done nothing wrong. Although this old monk looked very firm, he was not afraid and said clearly: “I am only responsible for maintaining the cleanliness and neatness of the library. I am here to look after and help Master Jueyuan. No other priest in the monastery taught me martial arts. I studied this LuoHan fist myself, I thought I might have made some mistakes in the position of the horses. I hope Old Master can give me some pointers."

The old monk's eyes looked like they were spouting flames and staring intently at Zhang Junbao for a very long time and motionless.

Jueyuan knew that this old monk was a senior in the monastery. He was one of the martial arts uncles of the Tianming abbot. Tianming himself, stood a generation higher than Jueyuan, WuSe and WuXiang.

Jueyuan did not understand why this old monk was so angry and he saw that the old monk's eyes were filled with hatred. Suddenly he realized something, he had read in a codex something that happened over seventy years ago in ShaoLin Monastery.

*over seventy years ago, abbot ShaoLin was the priest of KuCheng. The abbot of KuCheng stands two generations above the abbot of Tianming.

One year in the autumn, during the annual contest held at DaMo Hall, something devastating happened. It is a tradition of ShaoLin to examine and evaluate the martial arts of the disciples every year. This was done in the DaMo Hall, the abbot and the two elders from the DaMo and LuoHan Hall would be the ones evaluating the disciples to see if they had improved this year.

That year, the jury was the oldest of the Reverend Kuzhi Hall of DaMo and all his students showcased their martial arts.

Suddenly a “TouTuo” came in and shouted: “KuWei is full of nonsense and does not know the true essence of martial arts. He shouldn't be the head of the DaMo Hall, this old monk is really embarrassing! "

All the monks were surprised and saw that this “TouTuo” was just a monk in charge of cooking food for the ShaoLin disciples. All the monks scolded him and started telling him to be quiet.

“HuoGong TouTuo” this yells: “Master is full of nonsense, his students are even more incompetent.”

So he went to the center of the hall, and challenged all of ShaoLin's disciples one after another. They were all defeated easily in three, four positions. It was a rule in DaMo Hall to be lenient in battle. But this "HuoGong TouTuo" was extremely ruthless, he defeated the nine Chief disciples of DaMo Hall, the nine disciples were severely injured by him.

Elder Kuzhi was angry and surprised and saw that this "HuoGong TouTuo" used ShaoLin martial arts, so it was not the experts from other schools who came here to make a mess. Kuzhi asks who taught him martial arts.

“HuoGong TouTuo” it says: “Nobody taught me, I learned it myself.”

It seems that the monk in charge of the kitchen is a grumpy monk. This monk often beat up other monks and learned some martial arts so he often hit them very hard.

“HuoGong TouTuo” was beaten so badly in three years that he coughed up blood three times. Angrily, he secretly began to learn martial arts. All ShaoLin monks knew martial arts and it was easy for him to quietly observe and study them. He put in an incredible effort, exhausting and plus, he was so intelligent that in these twenty years he learned a superior martial art. However, he remained humble and did his job and even if the head of the kitchen was going to beat him he felt nothing more with his high internal energy. "This "HuoGong TouTuo" also had an evil and ruthless personality, he waited until he felt sure no one in the monastery was a match for him and wanted to show his ability in the annual contest. Years of being beaten made him hate all the monks in the monastery.

When Reverend Kuzhi knew what he was doing, he scoffed and said: "Taking such trouble is worthy of my respect."

Kuzhi stood up and challenged “HuoGong TouTuo” to a fight. Reverend Kuzhi is the best martial arts expert from ShaoLin but he is very old and HuoGong TouTuo is only middle-aged. Second, Kuzhi was soft with his technique and "HuoGong TouTuo" only used ferocious horses. So they could fight each other for up to five hundred horses. At this point, Master Kuzhi had the upper hand and both used the same position, namely "The Grand Intertwining Silk. However, Kuzhi's hand was placed on the death acupoints on HuoGong TouTuo's chest. If Kuzhi released his energy, "HuoGong TouTuo" would definitely die. But Reverend Kuzhi admired and respected his ability to learn such powerful martial arts without anyone teaching him, so he wanted to forgive him.

Unfortunately, "HuoGong TouTuo" misinterpreted and mistook Kuzhi for using a technique called: "Eight Divine Hand Palm Punch". One of ShaoLin's special skills seen by "HuoGong TouTuo" by the disciples in the DaMo Hall was this attitude before using both hands to attack and destroy the wooden beams. The energy released is incredible. Although the martial art of "HuoGong TouTuo" was high, he never received any pointers from any expert and the martial art of ShaoLin was very deep and profound. He only silently looked and observed some skills but he could never learn them all completely. The attitude Kuzhi used was "The Verdict Attitude." But "HuoGong TouTuo" thought it was the sixth technique of the "Eighth Attack of the Divine Palm of the Hand" which was the "Face that Splits the Heart". He thought: “You want to take my life, don't you? Okay, it's not gonna be that easy. " So it flew towards Kuzhi and both of its fists pointed towards Kuzhi's body.

The fist energy was extremely powerful and ruthless, Kuzhi was startled and quickly raised his palm to block, but it was too late. Everyone heard a cracking sound, Kuzhi's arm was broken, as well as his four ribs. All the disciples rushed forward to help and they saw Kuzhi looking deathly pale and unable to speak anymore. All his internal organs were badly injured. When they looked up, "HuoGong TouTuo" was lost in confusion. That same night, Reverend Kuzhi passed away, the entire monastery was in mourning. Little did they expect that "HuoGong TouTuo" slipped back into ShaoLin and killed the head of the kitchen and five other monks who used to bully him.

The entire ShaoLin Monastery was shocked and sent various martial arts experts to track him down, but in vain.

After this incident, the senior elder of the monastery had a great fight. And angrily, the elder of LuoHan Hall Master KuWei left the Northern ShaoLin Monastery and went to the Western Region to establish the Western ShaoLin Monastery.

Pan Tiangeng, Fang Tianlao and Wei Tianwang were his descendants.

Also because of this, the ShaoLin Monastery went down. The abbot sets a new rule: no one is allowed to learn ShaoLin's martial arts without a teacher teaching him. Otherwise, in the worst case, this person will be put to death, and in the milder case, will be put to death, the muscles and blood vessels in his arms and legs will break and this person will become disabled for the rest of his life.

But for many years no one had ever learned anything without permission so this rule was forgotten by most monks.

This old monk in the Meditation Hall was the youngest disciple of Master Kuzhi and the picture of his teacher's death was still vivid in his memory. So this incident with Zhang Junbao sparked his anger and hatred.

Jueyuan practically read all the manuscripts in the library and recalled this event. So Jueyuan broke out in a cold sweat now and begged Tianming: “The head of the old monastery, this is not to blame on Junbao....”.

At this time, the elder from the DaMo Hall of Reverend WuXiang called out: "All the disciples of the DaMo Hall come forward and capture the child!" Eighteen DaMo disciples surrounded Zhang Junbao, Jueyuan, and even Guo Xiang. The old monk from the Meditation Hall sternly shouted: "Why aren't the disciples of the LuoHan Hall coming forward and arresting the child!"

All one hundred and eight disciples said: "Yes!" and besieged Zhang Junbao, Jueyuan and Guo Xiang. There were three circles of disciples around them.

Note: This ShaoLin Incident with “HuoGong TouTuo” happened around the same time as the First Battle at Mount Hua. That was why there were no experts from ShaoLin in the five Great Experts. - The main reason, and also the most important reason, was, of course there were no ShaoLin experts at that time who were close to the level of Huang YaoShi, OuYang Feng, Duang ZhiXing/Master YiDeng, Hong QiGong and Wang ChongYang. And of course Qiu QianRen and Zhou BoTong. Second, ShaoLin begins to fall into the realm of martial arts, plus an incident with "HuoGong TouTuo" causes two factions in the monastery as the priestess KuWei leaves with her followers. - ZhaoLin couldn't even protect their own martial arts from being secretly mastered by others. I don't think the abbot will have the face to try and get “Jiu Yin Zhen Jing. “People as arrogant as OuYang Feng and Huang YaoShi would definitely mock and say something like:“ ShaoLin couldn't even protect their own script and now they want to get Jiu Yin Zhen Jing. What courage! ”-The last reason should be why ShaoLin should try contacting Jiu Yin Zhen Jing. ShaoLin's martial arts were already deep and profound. Why get greedy when many of ShaoLin's special skills are waiting to be mastered?

Zhang Junbao was in a state of panic, he believed that by defeating He Zuo Dao he was violating the rules of the monastery.

Jueyuan loved Zhang Junbao like a boy and he also knew that if Zhang was captured, he would definitely be severely punished.

Right now, he heard WuXiang exclaim: "Wait for what else, catch him!"

Eighteen disciples from DaMo Hall stepped forward to capture Zhang Junbao. Jueyuan thought no more and turned the circle and the two iron buckets spun, causing the monks to retreat. Jueyuan threw away the remaining water from the bucket and placed Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao into the bucket. He turned the bucket around in circles like a pair of comet hammers. All the disciples from DaMo Hall quickly moved.

Jueyuan quickly jumped up and carried the two buckets with Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao. The monks chased, and after a while they lost track. ShaoLin's rules were very strict and the head of the DaMo Hall ordered to arrest Zhang Junbao, so even though the monks could not catch up they still had to chase after him. After a while, the monks with the floating art level were still chasing while the others were left behind. In the end, only five monks were still running around, and they knew even if they managed to catch up with them, they would be no match for Jueyuan and Zhang Junbao.

So they had no choice but to return to ShaoLin.

Jueyuan ran a few kilometers from the monastery and he stopped when they were at the end of the deep forest. Although Jueyuan's internal energy was extremely powerful, this escape was extremely detrimental to him. He was too weak now even to put down the bucket. Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao jumped out and lifted the bucket from his shoulder.

Zhang Junbao said: "Teacher, take a short break I'll look for food."

But he could find nothing else but wild strawberries. The three of them ate some and rested.

Guo Xiang said to Jueyuan: “Your Majesty Jueyuan, all the monks in ShaoLin Monastery are very strange. Except you and Reverend WuSe."

Jueyuan just muttered something. Guo Xiang continued: “You and your disciple defeated “Three Saints KunLun” He Zuo Dao. They should have thanked him and now they wanted to arrest brother Zhang. That's ridiculous!"

Jueyuan sighed: “This cannot be entirely blamed on the old abbot and Buddhist brother WuXiang. ShaoLin has rules..”.

After saying that Jueyuan started coughing and could not breathe.

Guo Xiang gently patted his back and said: “You're tired, you should rest now. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Jueyuan sighed: "Yes, I'm so tired."

Zhang Junbao made a small fire to dry his clothes and Guo Xiang and the three slept under the tree.

In the middle of the night, Guo Xiang heard Jueyuan muttering. Sounds like he's reading silk. So he got up and heard: “The strength of the opponent has just reached my skin and hair, my essence pierced through the bones of the opponent. Raise both hands and let your energy flow smoothly. The left is heavy, yet empty, the right flows forever. But right is heavy but left is empty.”.

Guo Xiang thought: "This is not a Buddhist sutra, and the latter part is related to martial arts theory."

Jueyuan continued: Your “Qi” is like a wheel, spinning all over your body, otherwise your body will be scattered and talking. This disease is caused by the waist and legs.” Guo Xiang knows for sure that he is reciting martial arts theory and thinking: “Master Jueyuan did not learn martial arts but he read almost all the scriptures he could find. And three years ago he said that in Master DaMo's handwritten Lankavatara sutra, there was another codex [Jiu Yang Zheng Jing]. He thought the goal was to stay healthy and strong and learn the essence of it. Both he and his disciple did not have someone to teach them, but he somehow reached the same level as the other world's top martial arts experts. I can clearly remember that when Xiao XiangZi hit him, Xiao XiangZi himself was injured. I doubt even brother Yang and my father could do such a thing. And today, they managed to defeat He Zuo Dao, thanks to [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing]. He must be reciting that [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing] right now." He sat down and began to pay attention and remained silent, he was afraid of disturbing him. He memorized every word Jueyuan said and thought: “If it was [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing], it must have been very nice and profound. I will remember what he said and ask him tomorrow if he can explain it.” it should be very good and profound. I will remember what he said and ask him tomorrow if he can explain it.” it should be very good and profound. I will remember what he said and ask him tomorrow if he can explain it.”

Jueyuan read out: “... First use your heart to activate your body. Start with others, don't start on your own. The back of your body can now start from the heart. Because you stay the same and people start first. Let your opponent attack first, and follow his moves. If he doesn't move, you don't move. If he moves a little, you move too.

Guo Xiang thought: “This is wrong, my parents always taught me that in battle you must attack first before being hit. Pastor Jueyuan is wrong here."

Guo Xiang was confused, he was always taught to attack first, faster than the opponent. And Jueyuan's theory was the exact opposite of what he learned and he thought: "In a fight, you can't really stand still and let your opponent lead the fight."

Because of this confusion he missed one part. He saw Zhang Junbao sitting there listening intently. Guo Xiang thought: “No matter if he is wrong or right. This old monk was able to injure Xiao XiangZi and defeat He ZuDao, I saw it for myself. So his martial arts theory must be good."

For both theories, something can be said. You can't say that what Guo Jing taught Guo Xiang was wrong. It depends on the level and the user. Jiu Yang is NO taller than Jiu Yin.

Jueyuan continued to recite and sometimes he recited a piece of Lankavatara silk. [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing] was written in the Lankavatara sutra. Jueyuan recited some passages in the Indian language causing Guo Xiang to become very confused.

Fortunately, Guo Xiang was a very intelligent girl and could still memorize twenty-thirty percent of everything.

Jueyuan continued to recite, his voice becoming lower and indistinct. Guo Xiang said: "Rest for a while, you're already exhausted."

But Jueyuan continued to recite: “... Borrow your strength from the opponent, your “ qi must be pulled from your backbone. How to draw "qi" from your spine? "Qi" You go down, and bend your shoulders backwards concentrating on your waist. “Qi” this will come from above and down. It means "qi" is a unity. To unite is to receive, to open is to let go. If you understand opening and unifying, you will understand "ying" and "the".

After reciting this passage, Jueyuan's voice gently ended and it seemed like he was sound asleep.

The day started at dawn, Jueyuan was still sleeping and he had a smile on his face.

Zhang Junbao raised his head and saw a gray shadow emerge from the tree. This shadow wears yellow kasaya. He was surprised and said: "Who is there?"

A tall, skinny, old monk appeared, it was the head of the Priestess LuoHan Hall WuSe.

Guo Xiang was surprised and happy to see him and said: “Why keep chasing them? Should you really catch them and bring them back to ShaoLin?”

WuSe said: “I know the difference between right and wrong. If I were really an enforcer of ancient rules and traditions, I would have caught him last night and wouldn't have waited until now. Brother Jueyuan, Brother WuXiang is leading the disciples of DaMo Hall to the east. Quick, go west!” Jueyuan still sat down and closed his eyes.

Zhang Junbao walked up and said: “Teacher get up. Elder Hall LuoHan is talking to you."

Jueyuan was still sitting there, Zhang Junbao became frightened and touched his face. Jueyuan was cold, he died some time ago. Zhang Junbao was devastated and shouted: "Master, Master!"

But Jueyuan will never wake up again.

WuSe fused his palms together and recited the Buddhist scriptures and left.

Zhang Junbao cried, and Guo Xiang also cried. When the ShaoLin monks died, it was customary to cremate them. So Guo Xiang and Zhang Junbao gathered wood and cremated Jueyuan's body.

Guo Xiang spoke to Zhang Junbao: “Brother Zhang, monk ShaoLin will not easily let go of you. You must be very careful. Our paths will now be split, I hope to see again in the future."

Zhang Junbao was still crying and asked: “Nona Guo, where are you going? Where should I go?”

Guo Xiang felt sad after hearing his question: “I will travel to the end of the world if I have to. I don't know where I'm going. Brother Zhang, you are still young and have no experience in WuLin matters. Moreover, the ShaoLin monks are still looking for you.”

He removed the gold bracelet from his wrist and gave it to Zhang Junbao and said: “Take this bracelet and go to XiangYang to meet my parents. They will treat you warmly. And if you're with my parents, that ShaoLin monk will think twice before trying to catch you.”

Zhang Junbao cried and took the bracelet. Guo Xiang said: “Tell my parents that I am fine and tell them not to worry.

My father liked heroic young people, if he saw you were a very talented man, he would probably accept you as his disciple. My younger brother is a friendly and honest person, you will love it. But my sister was grumpy, she would scold anyone for the slightest trouble and not consider the feelings of others. Just try to hold it with him."

After saying that he left.

Zhang Junbao stood there and felt extremely lonely and thoughtful, even though this world was big there was nowhere for him to stay.

He stood in front of Jueyuan's ashes for a very long time and then started walking away. After walking a few meters he returned and carried away his teacher's iron bucket. In the middle of nowhere, this skinny young man walked lonely to the west, very sad and lonely.

After walking for half a day, he reached the border of HeBei province. XiangYang City was not far from here and the ShaoLin monks were nowhere to be seen. This was because Pastor WuSe, he told the monks that Zhang Junbao was seen in the east so all the monks went east to look for him. So the further Zhang Junbao traveled west, the greater the distance he made between himself and his pursuers.

This afternoon, he reached a high mountain. It was very green and lush, the forest was dense. And the mountain looked very majestic, upon request, this mountain was called Wudang.

Zhang Junbao rested on a nearby rock and saw a man and a woman pass by. They looked like local farmers, both of them looked very familiar and it seemed like they had just gotten married. His wife muttered something and she seemed to be scolding her husband. Her husband looked down and made no sound.

The wife said: “You are an adult, why can't you support your own family? Why go to sisters and brothers-in-law? That scene was quite embarrassing, wasn't it? We have hands and feet, we can support ourselves, even though we have to eat simple food. As long as we are happy and carefree.”

The husband just nodded and hmmd.

The wife continued: “In addition to death, there is nothing we need to worry about. Do we really have to rely on others?”

Her husband did not dare to say anything, his face was swollen.

The wife's words reached Zhang Junbao and he thought that he was right. He looked at their backs and thought those words over and over again. Suddenly she saw her husband standing up straight and saying something. The two husbands laughed out loud, as if the husband had realized that he had to take care of himself rather than rely on others.

Zhang Junbao thought: “Nona Guo said that her older sister was very grumpy and often scolded others for no particular reason. He also told me to put up with him. I am a grown man, why should I put up with such an attitude. If that husband and wife hold fast to their pride, I should too, Zhang Junbao. Why do I have to withstand the grumpy nature of someone?”

He made up his mind and took the two buckets and climbed up to Wudang Mountain. He found a cave and lived in it, living off the water from the springs and fruits of the forest. He started to study [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing].

Years later, he realized something: “Master DaMo was from India, even if he knew Mandarin it would be very basic. The language of [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing] was deep and profound. It was not written by strangers. Perhaps some ShaoLin monks made this and used the name Master DaMo. And this monk wrote [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing] in the Lankavatara sutra."

But this was only his deduction and he still felt puzzled by it. Jueyuan taught Zhang Junbao [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing] for quite some time, so he could remember fifty, sixty percent of it. Over ten years later, his internal strength reached a very high level, and he began to study Taoist manuscripts and scriptures. He managed to learn a lot from cultivating "qi" in those scriptures.

On one day, he looked up at the sky and some clouds and looked down and some flowing water, Zhang Junbao seemed to have realized something. He returned to his cave and contemplated his discovery of seven days and seven nights, finally he understood fully and understood the martial arts theory that "softness can overcome violence." [Yi Rou Ke Gang]. He laughed so much.

This laughter produced the best martial arts masters. He created a martial arts style based on Taoist theory and [Jiu Yang Zhen Jing]. He founded the famous and noble Wudang School.

Then as he explored, he saw three peaks reaching into the sky. He changes his name to Sanfeng and becomes the mysterious master of Chinese martial arts namely, Zhang Sanfeng.