Although Chen Yunfeng is a time traveler, part of the memory in his fused soul belongs to Chen Daniu.
Everything in this mountain village from childhood to adulthood is just like his own experience.
It is also what he should do to comfort the old man.
Now that he has practiced martial arts and has achieved some success, Chen Yunfeng is not planning to directly join the martial arts world.
With his ability still not being a third-rate martial artist, there are still many chances of death even if he has many tricks.
After resting at home for a night, he left Wangshan Village early the next morning and headed for Fanchuan City.
Chen Yunfeng, carrying a rag wrapped on his back, easily entered the city that had been occupied by the Mongols, and looked at those who were still rushing in the city.
Mongolian soldier, Chen Yunfeng sighed lightly; In the one hundred and twenty-sixth year of the Southern Song Dynasty, every emperor was under the leadership of treacherous ministers, and there were countless famous treacherous prime ministers.
The Confucian rule of the Song Dynasty still continued to emphasize literature over military affairs.
It was considered that the weak soldiers and few generals could survive.
Unlucky luck; He doesn't like the people of the Song Dynasty, nor does he like the ferocity of the Mongols.
Anyway, it will always be like that from now on.
If he deliberately sneaks into the court or raises a team to rebel, then his plan to live freely in the world will be in vain.
"Bang."
A crisp sound of a horsewhip made Chen Yunfeng, who was watching on the roadside, quickly look back.
In the middle of the road, an old man in his fifties had been whipped to the ground by a horsewhip.
The person who whipped the old man down was a Mongolian knight.
Without looking at the guy on the ground, he rode away on horseback, leaving only the old man struggling on the ground.
Chen Yunfeng looked at the Mongolian soldiers leaving with a cold look.
In his mind, anyone who invaded the Central Plains was a bad guy.
It didn't matter whether they were integrated by the Chinese or not, at least these Mongolian soldiers in front of him were no better than the little devils of later generations.
How much better.
"Old man, how are you?
Do you need help?"
Chen Yunfeng quickly walked to the old man and squatted down and asked in a low voice.
The old man was dressed in cloth, and the bun on his head had fallen apart due to his wrestling just now.
Except for a whip mark on his back that shredded the clothes and revealed a blood stain, there was no other damage; The old man was tremblingly helped up by Chen Yunfeng, but he murmured: "The golden man is destroyed and the mischievous man comes, but we ordinary people can only become the target of their bullying.
The young man just helped me to the roadside.
I have been whipped like this more than once, ugh."
Chen Yunfeng's mouth trembled slightly, and he looked at the long patches on the old man's back, which should be the result of being whipped by the Mongolian soldiers.
After helping the old man to the roadside, the old man found an acquaintance and went back.
However, Chen Yunfeng could not calm down the entanglement in his heart for a long time.
Seeing these scenes, he understood a little bit about Guo Jing, who had been taught to protect the territory of the Han people since he was young; Although that wooden head was stubborn, he could sacrifice everything at home for the country and the people.
In a sense, his reputation as a hero was far more real than the reputation others gained from fighting and killing in the arena.
But Chen Yunfeng still didn't like him.
Who asked him to find a beautiful wife like Huang Rong?
Anyway, the envy, jealousy and hatred in his heart never stopped when he watched The Condor Shooting.
He found a ready-made clothing store on the street.
His coarse linen clothes were better than those of the little beggars around him.
Just walking on the street, several people wanted to throw two steamed buns to him, so Chen Yunfeng changed into A set of robes that showed a bit of spirit, I bought a horse at the livestock market in Fanchuan City, rode on it and left.
"Help" Chen Yunfeng, who was walking along the way, heard a cry for help not far from the edge of Nanluo City.
Originally, he didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but he rode over and saw a Mongolian soldier tearing the clothes of a woman in her thirties.
A seven or eight-year-old boy on the ground had been hacked to death with a machete on the spot, while a tall Mongolian war horse gnawed on the grass at the side; The woman's struggle and cry for help made Chen Yunfeng feel angry.
Ever since these Mongolian soldiers occupied the land of the Song Dynasty, the Han people and other ethnic minorities have been the targets of their plunder.
Looking at the current situation, they even burned and killed them.
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No worries anymore.
He turned over and dismounted and shouted in a deep voice: "stop."
The Mongolian soldier was pulling the woman's clothes.
When he heard Chen Yunfeng's shout, he stood up, pulled out the scimitar from his waist and roared loudly in Mongolian.
Chen Yunfeng didn't understand any ethnic minority languages.
He signaled the woman on the ground to leave, but the woman threw herself on the dead boy and started crying hoarsely.
"Wow wow" Just when Chen Yunfeng frowned, the Mongolian soldier quickly rushed towards Chen Yunfeng with a scimitar in his hand.
Seeing the fierce appearance of the Mongolian soldier, Chen Yunfeng, who was fighting for the first time, could not help but feel a little nervous.
He tiptoed one side of his body.
Avoiding the scimitar, he punched the Mongolian soldier on the shoulder.
"puff."
The fist full of vitality directly hit the Mongolian soldier's shoulder.
The huge force knocked the Mongolian soldier staggering and almost rolled to the ground.
The Mongolian soldier who was hit by the fist showed pain on his face and bared his teeth and shouted loudly.
He raised his sword and charged up the mountain again.
Chen Yunfeng once again turned around to avoid the scimitar and turned behind the Mongolian soldier.
His fist rushed out with anger again.
This time, his huge fist hit the opponent's vest Mingmen point with all his strength.
"Well" The Mingmen point is located in a critical point of the Du Meridian, between the second and third vertebrae.
Chen Yunfeng, who has already practiced identifying the points, certainly hit the wrong target position.
When he punched, he could only hear the sound coming from the throat of the Mongolian soldier.
With a scream, his body straightened up and he fell down and died.
Seeing that the Mongolian soldier had died, Chen Yunfeng quickly took off the robbed package from him, held his scimitar in his hand and walked to the still crying woman and said: "Sister-in-law, please leave quickly.
This Mongolian soldier is dead, but there are still many Mongolian patrols around.
It will be dangerous if found."
"Xiaobao, my little baby is dead, how can I be worthy of his dead father?"
The woman was still holding the body and kept screaming.
Chen Yunfeng felt anxious, but he didn't know how to comfort this woman who was suffering from the loss of her son.
"Pfft."
Before the piercing whistle stopped, Chen Yunfeng saw an arrow stuck in the chest of the wailing woman.
The trembling arrow shaft was still shaking.
He quickly turned around and saw that no In the distance, a five-man Mongolian cavalry team was rushing towards here from a hundred meters away.
"Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooob" A series of feather arrows were shot at Chen Yunfeng.
Chen Yunfeng, who had not yet mastered his skills, rolled around and grabbed the body of the Mongolian soldier from the ground.
When he blocked the two arrows, the Mongolian soldiers were already closer; Chen Yunfeng had no intention of fighting with this group of Mongolian cavalry, and knew that he was far from a match for the group of cavalry.
Chen Yunfeng turned over and jumped on the Mongolian soldier's horse, slapped the horse's butt hard, and with the sound of the horse's screams, Chen Yunfeng jumped on it.
The horse galloped forward.
A group of Mongolian patrols came.
The leader jumped off his horse and inspected the scene.
He waved his hand and chased Chen Yunfei in the direction of his escape.
In these places under the iron heel of the Mongolian soldiers, all the common people seemed to be trembling with fear.
Chen Yunfeng rode quickly through Shaanxi and crossed the Yellow River, and then he breathed a sigh of relief; Along the way, the Mongolian soldiers were plundering everywhere.
He rashly imitated the heroes and killed a Mongolian soldier.
Unexpectedly, he was chased by a large group of Mongolian soldiers.
He could only defeat three or five at most with his little ability.
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A well-trained ordinary soldier, luckily he managed to escape their pursuit by grabbing a Mongolian war horse.
After selling the war horse at a cheap price at the ferry, he found a ferry and left the so-called enemy-occupied area, entered the border of Henan and rushed south through Yanshi.
Half a day later, in front of the Songshan Shaolin Temple, Chen Yunfeng, who had been wearing a white robe all his life, appeared on a horse.
A handsome scholar.
After finding the Zhike monk, Chen Yunfeng took out a hundred taels of gold as incense money.
Of course, the premise was that he needed to copy several Buddhist scriptures and go home to chant sutras and pray for the old man.
The Zhike monk did not dare to make the decision without authorization.
After a while, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple Zen Master Tianming walked out.
Tianming is not very old, and he does not have the aristocratic appearance of the legendary old monk with a two-foot long beard.
As the contemporary Shaolin leader, Tianming is only in his fifties.
Although he is also a martial arts master, the mountain gate is closed and the monks are strictly prohibited from going out.
This place is not far from the Yellow River.
Once the Mongolian soldiers cross the Yellow River, this Songshan Mountain is not an absolutely safe place.
"Amitabha" Abbot Tianming saw Chen Yunfeng from a distance and came over shouting Buddha's name.
Chen Yunfeng also put his hands together and saluted him and said with a smile: "Master Tianming has high morals and high respect.
I am extremely honored to meet you in this way."
"Donor Chen is so polite.
I heard from the guest monk that the benefactor gave away a hundred taels of gold as incense and wanted to copy some scriptures to go home and pray for his family.
I wonder what scriptures the donor needs.
I would like to arrange for people to prepare pens, ink, paper, inkstones and a quiet room for the donor.
Tianming clasped his hands and looked at Chen Yunfeng and said harmoniously.
At this time, Chen Yunfeng was not considered a master.
Although he could be considered a warrior with his strong body and heavy steps, Tianming would not doubt anything.
The so-called poor in culture and rich in martial arts meant that many young masters from wealthy families had the habit of practicing martial arts to strengthen their bodies.
What's more, It was in this extremely chaotic Southern Song Dynasty; Although warriors are despised by the literati, in fact those high-ranking officials are all practitioners, and only a small number of sour scholars will become sickly nerds.
Chen Yunfeng had already calculated before he came.
It was absolutely impossible for him to directly ask for the Lankavatara Sutra.
He smiled and said: "There are many scriptures in Mahayana Buddhism such as Lotus, Mahaparinirvana, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vow Sutra, etc.
I am copying them home for the elderly to use.
There are too many and they don't have that much energy; Both the Mahaparinirvana Sutra and the Lotus Sutra can save people, and the Lankavatara Sutra, which explains the meaning of Buddhist sutras, is enough.
The abbot can arrange a clean room for the boy.
In about two or three days, the boy can finish copying it and go back to his parents.
Pray for blessings. " After Chen Yunfeng finished speaking, he walked away.
There were thousands of scriptures in the temple.
If he was exhausted from copying them all together, he wouldn't be able to finish them.
He wouldn't worry about the Shaolin Temple giving him a copied version of the scriptures.
There is currently a Langa Book in the Sutra Pavilion.
The Sutra, as the most basic sutra, is what the monks chant at all times.
"Amitabha is like this.
Donor Chen, please go to the guest house.
Wusan, please take the benefactor there.
By the way, Uncle Jueyuan from the Sutra Pavilion can select the sutras and send them to the purification room."
Tianming said in a deep voice, calling out the Buddha's name
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