Jiang Liechen stopped in front of the Hidden Sutra Pavilion. Cheng Jiaxuan also stopped. He looked at the golden characters on the plaque and then looked at the closed door. "There's nothing unusual around here … could the mechanism be on the door?" he asked. Jiang Liechen took advantage of the situation and said, "Your analysis is very reasonable. Then I'll have to trouble you to open the door for me."
Cheng Jiaxuan did not expect that he would end up shooting himself in the foot. But even if he tried to refuse, he would only be beaten and scolded. There was no other benefit. He had no choice but to force himself to walk forward. He secretly prayed that Heaven would help him. Inch by inch, he pushed the door open. Every inch he opened, he had to dodge to the side to prevent a secret projectile from shooting out. He pushed open a narrow slit where a palm could be placed, but he still did not see anything unusual. Jiang Liechen looked at her cautious appearance and impatiently said, "Hurry up! Why are you so slow? Even an old woman with half her head buried in the yellow earth is faster than you. "
Cheng Jiaxuan thought, "Easy for you to say. Then why don't you go find an old woman? If a secret projectile was shot, the one who would be hit would be me, not you. Of course you don't have to worry. " Although she was complaining in her heart, she did not dare to slack off. Moreover, she only had one arm left, so she had to be extra careful to block a secret projectile. After changing several positions, he finally pushed open the wooden door completely. At first glance, he saw that there were several rows of elevated shelves. Every shelf was filled with scriptures. It was really as vast as the sea. It was difficult to count. He couldn't help but exclaim in surprise in a low voice.
Jiang Liechen stepped into the pavilion and looked around. His expression was as calm as ever as he muttered to himself, "I didn't expect the security to be so lax. Even a small Wulin sect would be able to easily enter. The precious sutra books should have been stolen by the Jianghu bandits long ago. What kind of Buddhist holy land is this? What kind of trick is this? "
Cheng Jiaxuan interrupted, "Is that 'Wan Xin Po' really in the Hidden Sutra Pavilion? Don't tell me that Gongzi Yuan is lying to me. "She figured out that after Yuan Yi leaked the information, her good impression of him had greatly decreased. She felt that she had to be on guard against this person. Jiang Liechen snorted coldly and said, "You're just a nobody. What's the use of lying to you? Since the original Young Master gave me the information, I naturally believed him. " Cheng Jiaxuan felt bitter in his heart; he did not understand why every time he would rather speak for an outsider than against him. He sighed and said, "But this place is full of scriptures, where can the heart-wrenching soul be hidden? I don't think it's in the book. "
Jiang Liechen said, "Do I need you to tell me that? I think I want to refer to the sutra. There will be clues revealed in the writing, but it depends on whether the reader can understand it or not. " As he said this, he closed the door behind him and pulled out the first scripture from the side of the room, flipping through it.
Cheng Jiaxuan looked ahead; this Hidden Sutra Pavilion was so big that he could not see the end of it. "How do I read it?" He asked, "I am afraid there are hundreds, thousands of sutras in here. Do you really want me to flip through them one by one?" Jiang Liechen said, "If you are bored, you may leave. Don't talk too much. "
Cheng Jiaxuan shrugged his shoulders. The two of them broke into the Shaolin Temple, the defense of the Temple was still unclear. Now that they openly showed their faces, it was like they had become live targets. Other than throwing away their lives, there was no other way. Since they had nothing to do, they could only read the sutras to relieve their boredom. At the same time, they had a strange idea; they hoped that as soon as they could unravel the mystery of the sutras, they would be able to help him in time, and later they would not have to endure his ridicule.
In the Hidden Sutra, Lü, and Lun Xun, the three treasures were all present. The sutras were the Sanskrit transliterations of the sutras, referring to the teachings of Shakyamuni when he was still alive, which were passed down by his disciples. The sutras were the Vinaya sutras, which recorded the discipline of Buddhist monks and the general rules of the Buddhist temple. The sutras were the Abhidharma sutras, which explained the teachings of Buddhism. These three classifications were arranged from shallow to deep. Cheng Jiaxuan did not even have the slightest clue about them, let alone trying to understand them.
Looking at the shelves in front of him, there were several copies of the Diamond Sutra, Mystic Dharma Lotus Sutra, and Lanka Sutra. He could barely recognize the names, but the spines of the books were too thick. Before he even looked at them, he was already scared. Taking out a relatively thin book, it was the Altar Sutra of the Sixth Patriarch. Casually flipping to a page, he chose a passage with fewer strokes. Struggling to distinguish the words, he softly recited, "The mind is broad, like the void, there is no edge, there is no square or circle, there is no green, yellow, red, white, up or down, there is no length or length, there is no anger or joy, there is no right or wrong, there is no good or evil, there is no beginning or end. All Buddhas are the same as the void. The wonderful nature of the world is the void, there is no way to obtain it. The nature of the self is the void, it is the same … ay, this … what are you talking about? How come I can't even understand a single sentence? "
It was even more impossible for him to find the secret from the books. While he was at it, he casually took the books from the shelves and saw quite a few original Sanskrit books. In front of his eyes, there were only lines of crooked letters and symbols twisting in front of his eyes, he could not recognize a single word. Fortunately, there were some hand-copied translations by some disciples on the side, so that he could only match the two. Looking at this Sanskrit corresponding to this Chinese character, he was very happy. She did not understand the real content, but very quickly she emptied the first floor in front of her. With one hand in front of her abdomen, she strenuously placed her chin on the book.
Jiang Liechen roughly flipped through the first book of the Tripitaka, but he still did not have any clue. He was about to take another book when he saw Cheng Jiaxuan was fooling around. He was so angry that he slapped Cheng Jiaxuan's face twice and said, "Who allowed you to move randomly? If these sutras were arranged in a certain order, and the key to solving the riddle is related to this order, won't you make a mess of everything? The order … that's right, why didn't I think of it earlier? "
Cheng Jiaxuan was hit until he was dizzy and disoriented, his head tilted to one side, he could not hold it with one hand. The Buddhist sutras immediately scattered on the floor. Her heart was already filled with fear. "Let me pick it up," she hastily said, "Don't … don't hit me, don't hit me!"
Jiang Liechen saw the clue, how could he still care about her? He took out the Tripitaka again and compared it with the next book. Suddenly he heard the sound of sobbing, the volume was very low, covered with a handkerchief, trying to suppress it. Suddenly he remembered that he also flipped through the Hou Jin historical records like this, trying to find the secret related to the Tear of Severing Soul. At that time Luo Jin often laughed and joked by his side. Although on the surface he scolded Cheng Jiaxuan for being noisy and annoying, it was actually very boring. With someone accompanying him, it was a lot more relaxing.
And then his heart tightened again, he did not understand why he was thinking about this matter from many years ago. He did not know when the monks from the Temple would come to make things difficult for him. It was more important to solve the riddle as soon as possible and take the Soul of Mourning and leave as soon as possible. On the side, Cheng Jiaxuan quietly stacked the sutras neatly. She really did not dare to disturb him again.
Day and night alternated, the two of them spent several days in the Sutra Depository. At first Jiang Liechen's little bit of inspiration did not have any effect, in the end he did not get the effect he wanted. He also did not sleep or rest, reading the sutras one by one. But there were too many sutras here, he could not read them all without missing a word. For some he chose the important passages to read carefully, for others he just skimmed through. While he was reading, Cheng Jiaxuan was leaning against the bookshelf, staring at him blankly.
This day they had reached the end of the inner wall. They had read more than half of the sutras in the entire Sutra Depository, but there was still no useful clue. Cheng Jiaxuan could not help but doubt the authenticity of Yuan Yi's information, but this time he did not dare to mention it. Following him around a corner, the two of them saw the back of a person sitting upright not too far away. He was wearing an earthy yellow monk's robe with a red kasaya draped over it. There were several incense scars on the top of his head. He was dressed in the most common monk's attire.
Jiang Liechen was suspicious. For the past several days the two of them had closed the door and stayed in the Depository, but they did not see anyone coming in. How could this monk be here? If he had already entered the Depository, it would not be strange if he did not eat or drink for several days. But what was strange was that he had not heard the slightest bit of breathing. Even if he was engrossed in studying the sutras, he would not lose the least bit of vigilance that he had been trained since childhood.
Living people would have surging airflow around their body. As soon as they got close, those with profound internal energy would be able to detect this change. But this monk was sitting upright in front of them, they did not feel the slightest bit of airflow, as if he did not belong to the mortal world. But his back was still clear, without any sign of exhaustion.
Although Jiang Liechen was curious about this person's identity, he had always handled things cautiously. He was just about to stretch out his hand to probe when he remembered that his robe had been smeared with poison. He signaled Cheng Jiaxuan with his eyes and gave her a push.
Cheng Jiaxuan staggered behind the monk. She more or less understood Jiang Liechen's concern. Luckily she was quick-witted; she took out a dagger and turned the hilt around. Using the dagger as a hand, she knocked the monk's shoulder. "Hey …" she called out in a low voice, "Are … are … are you still alive?"
Before the hilt of her dagger could touch anything, the monk suddenly spread open his robe and turned around to face them. From beginning to end he did not change his sitting posture. Jiang Liechen could see that the monk had used the strength of his robe to lift his body up. Only someone with extremely high internal energy would be able to do this. When he first saw the enemy appear, the first thing he thought was that it would be disadvantageous to him. He waved his robe sleeve and sent out a powerful strike. If he wanted to gain the initiative by striking first, he would first injure the opponent. Then the next step would be much easier.
The monk also waved his robe sleeve. His posture and movement were exactly the same as Jiang Liechen's; he also sent out a burst of internal energy. The two forces collided in midair, but Jiang Liechen did not feel his own internal energy being pushed back. Rather, it was as if he had struck a vast ocean, or as if he was wrapped in a layer of cotton wool. Unwittingly his internal energy was neutralized.
If the monk's internal energy was higher than his, he would be able to repel the power of his palm. But right now his own internal energy was neutralized by the opponent without making any noise. Jiang Liechen's heart shivered. "I have been in closed-door training for many years," he mused, "since when did this kind of martial art master appear in the outside world?" In his early years he had fought hand to hand with Shaolin Pai's Tong Zhi Dashi. Without using his full strength, he was able to easily win. That feeling was very different from the empty feeling he had right now.
It was only then that he looked at the monk. He saw that the monk had a long beard, his hair and beard were all white. His appearance was haggard, but his countenance was kind and benevolent. His eyes were still full of vigor, but there was also a kind of tranquility in them, as if he had seen through the affairs of the world. In front of him, it was as if the chaotic state of mind could be calmed down in an instant, as if all evil could not be concealed.
His facial features were very ordinary, so ordinary that people would forget them as soon as they saw them. But on his face, there was a kind of extraordinary impression. There was not only a kind of imposing manner, but also a kind of tranquility that was as broad as the ocean. Even someone as arrogant and conceited as Jiang Liechen felt a sense of inferiority in front of him.
Cheng Jiaxuan shouted, "Who are you? Why are you hiding in here? "" Amitabha, "the old monk replied," Nu Shizhu asked a good question. Who am I? For many years Lao Na has asked himself this question countless times. I am ashamed to say that until today I still have not been able to come up with a definite answer. "His voice was not loud, but it was as if his voice was ringing in his ears, reaching his heart and soul, giving him some kind of warmth.
Cheng Jiaxuan was displeased. "What are you talking about?" Fine, then let me ask you, what is your name? " The old monk said, "Lao Na has lived in seclusion for many years, most likely Jianghu people have already forgotten about me. Young people will not know me even more."
As soon as Jiang Liechen heard 'lived in seclusion for many years', a flash of lightning flashed through his mind. "Could it be that you are …" he anxiously asked. The old monk cast a glance toward him and nodded his head approvingly. "Lao Na's Buddhist name is Tong Chan," he said. "You are indeed Tong Chan … Da … Dashi," Jiang Liechen said. He was used to being arrogant, but in front of this Shaolin eminent monk, he did not know why, but it was difficult for him to act presumptuously. Therefore, he added a layer of respect to him. His previous guess flashed through his mind, but hearing him admit it himself, he could not help but be shocked.
Cheng Jiaxuan said, "Are you Shaolin Fangzhang? Then you … aren't you in closed door training? How come you are here? "Tong Chan said," Everywhere in the world is secluded, the heart is in a small room, where is it not closed door training? Why should I cling to the narrowness of the world? Recently I have been waiting for the two of you. "" You were waiting for us? "Cheng Jiaxuan asked in surprise. "Why?"
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