I was stunned and didn't understand what Master meant, so I asked, "Where are you going, Master?"
Master said, "I'll end my worldly fate."
After that, he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to me and said, "Give this letter to a woman named Helan Shuangshuang in Qianmen."
"Master, where is Qianmen?"
"Don't say it, don't say it.
Let's go, I'll wait for you to come back."
"The disciple is unwilling to leave the master" "Guangren, let your senior brother go in front when we go down the mountain to beg alms.
Don't come back within two years, otherwise you will never come back again.
Let's go.
Let's go."
After the master finished speaking, with a wave of his sleeves, my senior brother and I flew away Out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
Then the Master's voice came from the Sutra Pavilion, "Love is hard to break.
Everything depends on your destiny, Amitabha."
My senior brother and I stayed on the mountain for another three days, but Master still did not leave the Sutra Pavilion.
I knew that Master was really going to drive us down the mountain.
My senior brother and I packed up our bags, tied up Guangde, kowtowed three times and nine times to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion, and then went down the mountain.
When leaving, Guangde kept barking behind him.
The senior brother asked me stupidly, "Junior brother, why are you shouting?"
I didn't answer, I pulled the senior brother's head and left the Shaolin Temple without looking back.
On the way, I remembered what Master said about love being hard to break.
Am I destined to have a love relationship?
My senior brother and I stood at the foot of the Shaolin Temple and looked back at the Shaolin Temple from a distance.
It has been nineteen years.
I have grown up here for nineteen years.
Now that I am leaving, I feel a sense of loss.
I thought I would bring Brother Guangzhi back in two years, just like a wanderer far away from home, returning to his roots after falling leaves.
However, when I came back two years later, I was the only one left.
I asked the senior brother, "Brother, do you know where the Qianmen is?"
The senior brother said stupidly, "Why do you need to know where the Qianmen is?"
I sighed and shook my head and said, "Well, let's leave the Shaolin Temple first."
As long as I can remember, my senior brother has always been smiling, and I have never seen him frown.
Until his death, my senior brother was also looking at me with a smile.
I remembered that Master said that Shaolin Temple is in the center, but Master did not tell me where the Qianmen was.
Let's go east, and you might as well ask any pedestrians you meet on the road.
So I took my senior brother and walked eastward.
On the road, I met a farmer weeding in the fields.
I went over and asked, "Donor, do you know where the Qianmen is?"
The farmer put down the hoe in his hand, wiped his sweat with the handkerchief on his shoulder, looked at me and said, "You are from the Shaolin Temple.
Yeah.
This Qianmen sounds like the name of a sect.
How can I, a peasant, know this?"
I felt that I was really confused.
Of course I had to ask a martial artist about this kind of thing, so I quickly asked, "Then donor, where are you heading east?"
The farmer frowned and said, "Little monk, this is your first time going down the mountain.
No wonder, there are not many people coming out of your Shaolin Temple.
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There are some small towns going east, and a little further away is Suzhou City.
Come and find out where you can go.
People in Suzhou City are people from all walks of life."
I put my palms together and bowed to the farmer and said, "Thank you for the benefactor."
Then I continued walking eastward with my senior brother.
Before I could go far, I heard the farmer shouting from a distance, "Little monk, there are recent rumors that the witch has appeared in the world.
It is better to go in groups when going out."
I shouted to the farmer from a distance, "Thank you, donor."
Reminder."
But in his heart, he was wondering why the witch and monsters had never been mentioned before.
Along the way, I met a few farmers here and there, so I didn’t ask any more questions.
After walking for half a day, the senior brother didn't say he was hungry.
In the past, when I was at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, my senior brother would always ask me, "Why haven't you eaten yet?"
I was afraid that my senior brother was hungry, so I took out a steamed bun from my bag and handed it to him.
The senior brother took two bites of the steamed bun and ate it.
After eating, he looked at me stupidly.
I said to my senior brother, "Senior brother, we are going down the mountain this time."
There aren’t many steamed buns, so save some.”
I thought I'd eat one, but I wasn't very hungry, so I put the steamed bun away again.
The senior brother looked at me and didn't ask why, he just smiled.
Sometimes I feel that my senior brother is quite pitiful, he doesn't know anything, and when others scold him, he just smiles stupidly.
But stupid people are blessed, and at least senior brother will not have trouble.
After walking for another half day, it was getting late, and I saw a farmhouse not far away.
My senior brother and I hurried over and wanted to stay overnight.
Master said that there are skills in begging, and thick skin is the basis.
Knock on other people's doors, and then first talk about how hard it is to win the donor's sympathy, and then praise the donor fiercely, saying that good intentions are rewarded and so on.
The ancestors have accumulated good deeds.
Blessed are the descendants.
However, it was not until I truly realized my fate that I discovered that the methods taught by Master only worked for a few people.
Most of the time, it's the senior brother's stupidity that makes the meal come true.
I knocked on the door of the farmhouse.
The person who opened the door was an old man with white hair and a cane.
He looked at me and asked, "The little donor is here to beg for food, right?"
I quickly said, "Senior, I misunderstood.
Senior brother and I I went down the mountain to do some work as ordered by my master.
It’s getting late and I don’t have any money, so I want to stay in the firewood shed for the night.
I’d like to ask senior to make it easier.”
The old man nodded, opened the door completely, and said, "Come in.
The two young donors must be from the Shaolin Temple."
I nodded.
The old man led my senior brother and I to the door of the side room and said, "The two little donors will have to spend the night in the humble house.
This is the dog's room, but it's a pity."
After saying this, the old man shook his head, looking very sad.
I asked, "Senior, I wonder what happened to your master?"
The old man sighed again and said, "Quanzi was originally a soldier of the imperial court.
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Not long ago, he went with the Soul Sect to destroy the demon sect.
I never thought that he would never come back."
After saying this, he started to cry.
I clasped my palms together and comforted, "Amitabha, my condolences to you, senior.
People cannot be resurrected after death.
Seniors have done good deeds and accumulated blessings.
I am sure your son will be waiting for you in the Paradise of Paradise in the West."
The old man wiped his tears and said, "That time when the demon sect was wiped out, you guys There are also many casualties in the Shaolin Temple.
The two benefactors should rest early
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"
When I went to bed at night, I gave my senior brother a steamed bun and ate one myself.
The senior brother suddenly said something, "Why is the witch from the devil's sect?"
I asked the senior brother, "Brother, what do you mean?"
The senior brother quickly spit out the steamed bun, looked at me and giggled and stopped talking.
I suddenly felt that my senior brother was actually thinking about many things every day, but he just didn't want to say them out.
But, is the witch a member of the Demon Cult?
What kind of existence is the Demon Cult?
The next day, my senior brother and I said goodbye to the old man early and walked eastward again.
Along the way, my senior brother and I slept in ruined temples, lay down in cowsheds, and hid under the eaves of houses, but there were still many kind-hearted people.
My senior brother and I can always stay in a house with relatively good conditions.
When there was no steamed buns to eat, I took my senior brother to beg alms, knocked on the door, and hid behind my senior brother.
After someone opened the door, the senior brother walked forward, stood between them, smiled stupidly, and asked, "Where is this monk?
Come on, begging for food.
Come on, let me eat."
The senior brother grinned after hearing what he said, "Hahaha" and the other party pushed the senior brother with an unhappy look, "Hurry up, I don't have anything to eat."
The senior brother stood motionless and continued "Hahaha", Sometimes when I encounter someone who is more aggressive, I will raise my foot and kick the senior brother.
The senior brother is not angry and still laughs.
Finally, the person has no choice but to go back and get a few steamed buns and hand them to the senior brother.
The senior brother took the steamed buns and bowed to them, smiled silly, and then left.
The other party cursed behind him, "Crazy" It wasn't until later that I asked Master why so many people always gave food to Senior Brother in the end.
Master said that senior brother's belly made those people feel inferior.
When I meet some people armed with swords on the road, I always ask them where Qianmen is, but the answers I get always say it is in the south, and they don’t know the specific location.
Although I didn't find out the whereabouts of Qianmen, I also learned some useful things.
Master Chengjiang of Suzhou's daughter was getting married.
He hosted a banquet for heroes from all over the world.
All the eight major sects were there, including Qianmen.
So my senior brother and I hurried to Suzhou City.
In fact, my senior brother and I didn't know where we were going.
We were just completing what Master asked us to do.
As for after handing the letter to that Helan Shuangshuang, we didn't know where we were going.
Just take a step and watch it, or just join in the fun.
As we approached Suzhou City, there were more and more people holding swords.
It was the first time I saw so many people, and I felt a little worried.
So I decided not to inquire for the time being, and waited until I entered the city to find a tavern with a small number of people, and then inquired about the doorkeepers.
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When we arrived at the Chengmen gate of Suzhou, a large number of people crowded at the gate to read the notice.
I was also very curious, so I squeezed past with my senior brother, and saw a picture of a woman on the notice.
The notice said, "By the fate of heaven, the emperor issued an edict: Bai Nianlin, a remnant of the Demon Sect, killed Qin Shiqing, the commander of the Soul Sect.
The nine clans are now on the run.
Anyone who provides accurate information will be rewarded with a reward of one thousand taels.
Those who catch him personally will be rewarded with a reward of one hundred thousand taels.
Qin Xiaofan and Duan Yuqing colluded with the demon sect, intending to rebel, and were put on death row.
Qiu Hou asked and killed him. " The woman in the portrait is very beautiful, but I don’t know what beauty looks like.
The first time I saw such a beautiful woman from childhood was still in the painting.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that my ears were burning, and I quickly picked up my senior brother and left.
When I walked out of the crowd, I heard everyone talking.
"I heard that the leader of the Demon Cult is coming to Miss Jiang's wedding this time."
"It's just a rumor in the world.
The leader of the Demon Sect was beaten by Qin Shiqing in Lengyue Villa and lost all his martial arts.
How could he come back to die?
The Demon Sect deserves to be called a Demon Sect.
Even Qin Shiqing dared to kill him."
"What do you know?
She is Bai Zangtian's daughter.
I heard that Bai Zangtian is still alive."
My senior brother and I entered Suzhou City, and the sounds of hawking were heard one after another on both sides.
The constant flow of people made me a little confused.
At this time, a middle-aged man patted me on the shoulder and asked, "Is the little donor from the Shaolin Temple?"
I came back to my senses and looked at the middle-aged man.
Black high boots, a blue silk suit, a golden belt tied around his waist, and a sword in his left hand.
He just wore a bamboo hat, lowered down, deliberately covering his face.
I nodded and said, "This junior came down the mountain to ask for some food as ordered by Master."
After hearing this, the man chuckled and said, "This alms came from Henan to Suzhou, which is quite far.
Don't worry, little donor.
He is not a bad person.
Mr.
Jiang is hosting a banquet for the world's heroes this time.
I heard that Master Xuanci of Shaolin Temple was seriously injured and could not excuse himself.
Master Xuanci can be regarded as a person in the world.
Since Master Jiang sent the invitation, the gift will naturally be given.
You two monks are the only ones in the entire Suzhou city.
The two little donors must be here to give you gifts.
"After that, he raised the bamboo hat with his right hand to reveal his face.
This man was veiled, with only a pair of eyes showing, and thick eyebrows, looking straight at me.
I was puzzled.
I had met Master Xuanhuai once when I was a child, but I had never heard of Master Xuanci in Shaolin Temple.
However, there are many disciples in Shaolin Temple, so my senior brother and I don’t leave the Sutra Pavilion all day long, so it’s normal if we don’t know them.
I put my palms together and said, "Amitabha, senior is indeed here to ask for alms.
As for the gift, the young monk has just heard about it."
The man looked at me directly, suddenly leaned down and whispered in my ear, "There is going to be a big mess in Suzhou City.
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It's better for the little benefactor to leave early, otherwise it will be too late.
Go back and tell Abbot Xuanci, Master Huai is dead, and the murderer is not the Demon Cult.
If you say Xiao Tianzuo told you, Master Xuanci will believe it."
After saying that, he put down the bamboo hat again and left with a smile.
Is there going to be a big mess in Suzhou City?
Is it because the leader of the Demon Cult is coming?
Let's find the people from Qianmen first.
I decided to pay attention, so I took my senior brother and went to the city to find a bigger inn to inquire about the news.
Before I had gone far, there was a sound of horse hooves behind me, and then I heard someone shouting, "Get out of the way."
When I looked back, I saw seven or eight people wearing bamboo hats and carrying knives on their backs, following on horseback.
Behind a man in purple.
The man in purple clothes is very delicate and wears light makeup, which gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.
Pedestrians on the road all gave way.
There was a little girl not far away from me.
She was eating candied haws with gusto and didn’t notice that the horse behind her was approaching.
But this group of people had no intention of stopping, so I shouted, "Little girl, get out of the way!"
The little girl looked back and stood there stunned.
At this time, the senior brother suddenly jumped over, picked up the little girl with one hand, and slapped the man in purple on the horse's face.
The horse's head was tilted back and its front hooves were raised.
The man in purple jumped lightly from the horse and landed firmly on the ground.
Then the horse crashed and fell on its side, bleeding from its seven orifices, and died.
The other riders quickly grabbed the reins and neighed.
The senior brother put the little girl down and looked at the little girl with a silly smile.
At this time, one of the riders scolded, "Thieves and bald donkeys, are you looking for death?
Do you know that Lord Duanmu is?"
The man in purple waved his hand, interrupted his conversation, and said to his senior brother, "It is true that Shaolin Temple hides dragons and crouching tigers.
What happened today was that our Soul Sect was reckless."
After that, he smoothed his long hair at the temples with his hand.
The voice of the man in purple was very thin, sounding like a woman but not like a woman
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