Golden Greenery

Yang Yi wanted Er Xiao and Er Murong to continue fighting until both sides were injured and then get out. But the more this happened, the less the four peerless masters dared to act rashly.

The four people couldn't help but pull apart on both sides, like the sheep's horns.

Xiao Yuanshan asked: "Senior, who are you? How long have you been in Shaolin Temple? Why...haven't I heard of Senior in the world?"

He originally wanted to say, 'Why haven't I seen you in thirty years when I hid in the Sutra Pavilion and read books?'

Yang Yi continued to answer enigmatically: "Who am I? I have forgotten it. I only remember that when I first came to Shaolin Temple, Monk Lingmen was not yet nine years old. Since then, I have been sweeping the floor in this Sutra Pavilion. "

Everyone's scalp was numb, and Xiao Yuanshan was as numb as if he had been struck by lightning.

Although the recently deceased Abbot Xuanci was inferior to Er Xiao and Er Murong in martial arts, the prestige of the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains was precisely achieved by the Abbot of Lingmen back then, and no one dared to dissent.

Lingmen is less than nine years old? It has been almost forty years since the abbot of Lingmen passed away. This senior is a hundred-year-old demon monk! In fact, if Lingxiu monk Yang Wulang had lived to this day, he would have been 135 years old.

Yang Yi recalled Yang Wulang's situation while doing quick mental calculations. Then he said to Xiao Yuanshan: "I remember that in the forty-ninth year when I was sweeping the floor here, you sneaked into the Scripture Collection Pavilion to read a book for the first time. That day you were reading "The Fingerprint of the Wuxiang Tribulation", right?"

Xiao Yuanshan's whole body was numb: "You...you...you..."

"The second time I came three days later was a copy of "Prajna Palm Technique"..."

Next, Yang Yi pointed out one by one what day Meng Yi Xiao Yuanshan came in and what book he read. In fact, he didn't remember it very accurately, but the key point was that Xiao Yuanshan himself couldn't remember it.

Xiao Yuanshan was so numb that his energy and blood were flowing freely.

Yangyi pointed at Meng Erjiu Zhimo again and again: "And you, bang bang bang... You don't come often, but every time you come, you turn the books into a mess and don't know where to put them back. When you leave next time, you Leave a library management fee of five thousand taels to Shaolin Temple."

Jiumozhi was dumbfounded: "..."

One finger pointed at Meng San Murong Bo: "You came the latest, but you were the one who read the book most seriously. There were several times when I stood behind you, but you were so fascinated that you didn't even know it. That time you were watching "Fingering with Flowers" , I hid the book when you went out to pee, and you couldn’t find it when you came back after peeing.”

Murong Bo swallowed back the blood that surged into his throat, and swallowed three times in a row.

Meng Yiersan was frightened,

All the monks in Shaolin Temple were also surprised. Someone has been sneaking into the Sutra Pavilion to peek at the books for nearly thirty years, but I and others know nothing about it. Are we trash? Fortunately, our uncle (ancestor) was secretly in charge, otherwise the Sutra Pavilion would have been evacuated and we would have had to hang ourselves together to see the Buddha.

No one dared to move rashly, even the breathing was gentle. All around you could hear the constant crackling sound of flying insects attacking the fire, and the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue.

The courtyard of Zangjing Pavilion fell into a thrilling silence.

If this continues, it will be very detrimental to Yang Yi's inscrutable nature. He must strike while the iron is hot. So, Yang Yi said to Xiao Yuanshan again: "The layman is addicted to martial arts, but ignores the authentic Buddhism. Alas, I am addicted to the sea of ​​suffering. I don't know when I can turn back?"

In today's world, when it comes to reading more and more books, no one can surpass Yang Yi. Although he can't understand most of them at all, and those he can understand are useless, but the more he reads, the more he remembers.

Yang Yi gradually pointed out the inappropriateness and rebelliousness in Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo's martial arts training. A small part of it made sense because he had four hundred years of experience in martial arts. But most of it is just nonsense. The nouns are piled up, mixed with Buddhism, martial arts, Taoism, Confucianism, Byzantine philosophy, mathematics, astronomy, Greek mythology, right-angled isosceles triangles...

Mixing true and false together is most harmful, because there is no way to tell which is right and which is wrong. He was talking endlessly, and no one could understand him, including Yang Yi himself.

But people are always like this, especially people who like the unknown and mysterious. The more obscure and difficult knowledge is, the more profound and insightful it feels, and the more enthusiastically and deeply they believe in it.

It doesn't matter if you don't understand, but you must not let others find out that you don't understand.

No one will admit that they are not good in public, especially men, so everyone present is constantly making expressions of enlightenment.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo have the strongest thirst for knowledge among everyone, otherwise they would not be like thieves who have been reading books for decades, and their eyes are regarded as myopia and senility. Senior martial arts masters have just fallen in the direction of pedantic and pedantic.

The two of them did not pretend to understand, but were disheartened, far colder than Meng Gu's ice cellar, and as Yang Yi's words continued to show off, their hearts continued to sink.

I originally thought that I secretly learned advanced martial arts textbooks in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, and practiced hard based on this for thirty years. I thought that a pair of fists would be enough to conquer the world, because thirty years ago, I was only a little short.

But this old man..., let’s not talk about anything else, has been observing from the sidelines for nearly thirty years without knowing anything about it. This alone threw me out of the Yellow River and Taihang.

There are also such mysterious and profound martial arts theories that make them feel like they have been practicing for a lifetime, but it is just a fight between two ignorant and stupid ants in the vast universe.

What is invincible? Bullshit!

What else is the use of practicing martial arts? Despicable!

What’s the point of family hatred and national hatred? boring!

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo had been fighting fiercely for more than two hours. Even the body made of fine steel was now covered with bruises, and the qi and blood in it were already in chaos. Before, they were all hung up by the energy of their hearts.

Now that their hearts and minds were instantly destroyed by Yang Yi's vast martial arts theory, they couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood in unison.

"puff--"

Yang Yi: "Look, am I right?"

The two squirted three times in a row, and the scene was quite touching.

Yang Yi: "Look, look, what did I say?"

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo collapsed. They pushed the golden mountain and fell the jade pillar and knelt in front of Yang Yi: "Master, I was wrong. Please give me some advice."

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but we can only reach the shore when we turn around. My Buddha is compassionate and saves all sentient beings, and I will naturally save you too."

"The junior Xiao Yuanshan (Murong Bo) is willing to worship the senior monk as his teacher, wholeheartedly take refuge in my Buddha, no longer miss the mortal world, and seek the master's blessing."

Yang Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's easy to talk, it's easy to talk, I'll burn a stick of incense in front of the Buddha in the morning and evening, Brahma...whatever, if my heart is sincere, I'll be spiritual, it's easy to talk...Amitabha~"

The monks around him quickly shouted together: "Amitabha~". The atmosphere was very successful.

Yang Yixin said: Old Master Gavras is so right, knowledge is indeed power.

Then he looked at Xiao Feng and Murong Fu: "Where are you two? Do you want to be brothers together?"

Bei Xiaofeng and Nan Murong were already stunned.

It took a lot of effort to save my father from death, and it was even more difficult to find him. We haven’t reunited properly yet, and we haven’t even started the great cause of revenge (restoration of the country). Why did he become a monk?

It's really hard for them to imagine their father's shaved head and six scars on his head.

The two heroes of the North and the South burst into tears. "Dad, why do you want to be a monk? You don't want a son..."

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, who were still in their hearts, knelt there and turned a deaf ear, as if they didn't know each other at all. This was the most impulsive and determined moment for them to become monks. It was easy to shake a mountain, but it was difficult to shake a Buddha's heart. Even Xiao Xiao and Xiao Murong could not shake it even if they committed suicide immediately.

Yang Yi clenched his broom and looked at Xiao Feng and Murong Fu affectionately. Another nonsense was brewing in his mind. He planned to start this section with Plato's objective idealism and Aristotle's metaphysics.

After all, Xiao Feng and Murong Fu were young and vigorous, and had no experience of going to the Sutra Pavilion at night. They had no personal experience with Yang Yi's ghosts, so they were not as awe-inspiring as their father when facing the sweeping monk.

"The world is made up of ideas and reality..."

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and stood up with red eyes: "Monk, why did you use your evil words to persuade my father to give up his ideals and escape into Buddhism? Today I will fight with you, old bald donkey, and I will die~~!"

Yang Yi: "..."

Murong Fu came forward with his sword.