Live Beautification System

Yunliu has a kind face and kind eyes, and an extraordinary temperament, which makes it difficult to tell how old he is, but Ding Mu knows that he is extremely talented and handsome, and he is by no means an easy person.

Yunliu showed a peaceful smile to Ding Mu, clasped his hands and said, "Little friend, we meet again."

"Master Yunliu, where are you coming from and where are you going?" Ding Mu's words seemed to be asking Tang Monk.

Yunliu smiled faintly: "The poor monk came from Wuhua Valley to meet my little friend."

"What?" Ding Mu thought about the scene of this noble bald monk appearing in the game hall at night. It would be as discordant as it is.

"This valley is not that valley." Yunliu said slowly, "If nothing happens, little friend, how about walking a few steps with the poor monk?"

Ding Mu looked at Ai Zheng. Ai Zheng saw that Ding Mu was acquainted with this great monk and said, "You go ahead. I can just go back to school by myself."

"It's too late, it's not safe." Ding Mu said worriedly.

Zhong Zhensong said humbly: "Don't worry, Mr. Ding, I will send it to your friend personally to guarantee that it will be safe."

Ding Mu knew that there must be something wrong with Yunliu looking for him: "Okay then, I'll go with the master."

Zhong Zhensong arranged for a brand new Maybach S600. The driver Ding Mu had also seen it. He was the follower behind Zhong Zhensong's son and his eldest disciple Qi Chaolong.

If there is no traffic jam at night, it only takes about half an hour. The car exited the Northwest Fifth Ring Road. Not far from Ding Mu's future Shenmu Technology Factory, there is a fork in the road. The car walked in from the fork in the road, passed through a fence gate with the word "Private Residence" written on it, and entered a very quiet valley.

Ding Mu and Yunliu got out of the car, and there was a word written on the mountain wall facing them, Zen. Ding Mu took a closer look and felt that the word's precious light was flowing, and it had an indescribable charm.

Ding Mu followed the cloud flow and walked dozens of steps on the stone steps. Turning to the left, Ding Mu entered a flat land in the valley, about a hundred acres in size. Although the sky is completely dark, the moonlight is bright and clear, and the lush trees in the valley can be vaguely recognized, and the elegant fragrance is faintly transmitted, like a fairyland on earth.

Among the trees, there is a purple bamboo forest. Outside the purple bamboo forest, gray brick walls surround several common temples. In the center is a Qing-style hall on the top of a mountain. There are traces of time among the blue bricks and black tiles, and the spotless environment makes people feel relaxed and happy.

At the back of the temple, there are all pavilions, terraces, pavilions and towers. There is also a gurgling spring water flowing here from an unknown mountain, and flowing out of the temple along the courtyard wall.

Ding Mu sighed: "Oh, this is really a paradise."

Yunliu walked leisurely and said in a medium voice: "Outside is the Wuhua Valley. This is called Treasure Temple. The poor monk has been practicing here since he was a child."

Yunliu took Ding Mu to the main hall and saluted a pure gold Buddha statue enshrined in the main hall. The appearance of this Buddha statue is very different from the Sakyamuni worshiped in other temples. It does not look solemn and dignified, but looks like a good-looking, gentle, young and handsome monk.

Seeing Ding Mu looking at the Buddha statue curiously, Yunliu said: "This is the physical statue of my master."

"Ah, so young." Ding Mu said casually, feeling a little rude, and bowed to the statue.

Yunliu smiled slightly and asked Ding Mu to sit on the futon next to him.

The two of them were sitting across from each other. Just when Ding Mudi was about to ask, Yunliu had already begun to speak: "In the arena of the late Qing Dynasty, there were countless legendary figures, but you have to ask who plays the piano the best and who draws the best. , whose poems are ecstatic, and whose dishes are the best in the world. Then there is only one answer."

"Wonderful Monk Wuhua?!" Ding Mu opened his eyes and said the name.

On the contrary, Yunliu showed a look of surprise: "After a hundred years and so many changes, how can I know my master's deeds?"

Ding Mu said: "I don't know. There is a story about the wonderful monk Wuhua in martial arts novels. His father is Tianfeng Shishiro, and his mother is Shi Guanyin. He is the most talented person in Shaolin, but he is actually the master of the villain. BOSS."

Yunliu smiled bitterly when he heard this and said, "It turns out it's a novelist's words. It's really specious."

"Art comes from life and is higher than life." Ding Mu said, "Just go ahead and say it."

"As the novelist said, my master's name is Wuhua, and he is nicknamed the Seven Wonderful Monks in the world. He is a famous scholar in Buddhism. He is a master of chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and horoscopes. He is excellent in everything. His martial arts are also at the pinnacle and he is famous in the martial arts. But the abbot of Shaolin When Master Tianhong appointed him as the future leader, he did not choose him, but chose an honest man who could not compare with him in anything, Zen Master Wu Se."

Ding Mu nodded slightly.

Yunliu continued: "But Master Tianhong has misjudged the person. This Wuse Zen Master is not a kind person. After Master Tianhong passed away, he inherited the Shaolin sect, but he was afraid of my master's reputation, announced his life experience to the world, and framed him He is an undercover agent of the Outer Eight Sect lurking in Shaolin."

"Outer Eight Gates?" Ding Mu looked questioning.

"The Outer Eight Sects have an extremely long history. Since the beginning of writing, anyone who does not belong to the Three Hundred and Sixty Lines can be classified as the Outer Eight Sects." Yunliu said eloquently, "The largest of the Outer Eight Sects is the Stealing Sect. Snitches, thieves, and gold-touching bandits are all considered members of the bandit sect. In the Tang Dynasty, Kong Konger once unified the bandit sect. After the Ming Dynasty, the bandit sect formed two factions, the north and the south. In fact, there are many schools and different founders. It is a loose organization. power."

"Are there still door burglaries now?" Ding Mu asked curiously.

Yunliu said: "Of course, when there are no thieves in Dahua, the thieves will naturally disappear."

Ding Mu nodded, thoughtfully.

Yunliu continued: "The second among the eight outer sects is the Gu sect. Legend has it that it originated from Chi You and originated in western Hunan. Gu techniques and corpse exorcism are both extremely mysterious. Gu techniques have endless magical effects. They can control people's minds and kill people invisible. , it’s hard to guard against. It’s just that the Gu sect is sparsely populated, and there are only legends in the world.”

"The mechanism door ranks third among the Outer Eight Gates. It is said that the mechanism technique originated from Lu Ban, and it was Zu Chongzhi who really created the mechanism of the mechanism. Because of the development of science and technology, the old-style mechanism door has faded out from the Outer Eight Gates. It seems that there is no such thing. Heir." Seeing that Ding Mu was listening carefully, Yunliu paused and continued,

"It used to be that the fourth sect among the eight outer sects is the most powerful among the upper echelons of society today. Do you know which sect it is?"

Hearing this, Ding Mu thought for a moment and said seriously: "Qianmen."

"That's right, it seems that you already know everything. In this legend, the pious sect created by Fuxi, who asked people to forge the faith of all people, has now become the Qianmen controlled by the old man. The power of the Qianmen is to control people's hearts. , making people feel unconscious." Seeing Ding Mu's calm expression, Yunliu continued, "It's not a coincidence that I meet you tonight. I just used a few tricks to make you meet today. Everyone who has passed has become a pawn to lead you to meet me."

"What?" After hearing Yunliu's words, Ding Mu felt a basin of ice water splashed on his back, and his sweat pores exploded. Carefully recalling the scenes that happened today, I just feel that it was a coincidence, but it was too much of a coincidence. If these coincidences were all deliberately arranged by someone, then the Master Yunliu in front of him would be too terrifying.

"Don't be nervous, I'm just giving you an example. Don't worry, I have no ill intentions towards you." Yunliu showed an innocent smile on his face, "Among the eight outer sects, there is also the Lan sect composed of prostitutes, who dance with great gods to ward off evil spirits. The witch sect, the magic sect, and the bloodiest thorn sect. Only the top prostitutes are considered members of the Lan sect, and they have now disappeared overseas. The witch sect has declined, and its descendants have disappeared. Today’s magicians There are some people in the Phantom Sect inside. And the masters of the Assassination Sect have become ace killers in the underground world."

Ding Mu thought about it and said, "So, among the eight outer sects, the most powerful are the Qian Sect and the Pirate Sect."

"Exactly." Monk Yunliu said slowly, "Wuse is not a false accusation. The life experience of my master, Zen Master Wuhua, is indeed as he said. His biological mother is the top master of the eight outer sects, the master of Qianmen Sect, Jade Guanyin, and Master’s biological father is the leader of the Northern Pirate Sect among the eight outer sects, and his name is Shang Ye Xia Kong.”

"My master, Zen Master Wuhua, was too noble among the Outer Eight Sects and made people jealous, so he was repeatedly assassinated when he was young. There were too many intrigues among the Outer Eight Sects, so Senior Jade Guanyin personally sent him to the Shaolin Temple , worship under Zen Master Tianhong to avoid disaster." Master Yunliu paused and continued, "It's a pity that Abbot Wu Se was not an eminent monk in vain. He plotted against my master and joined forces with the two masters Wu Chen and Wu Xiang to force him to Leave Shaolin.

At that time, the great powers surrounded each other and the country was in danger. There are wars all over the world, the Boxer Rebellion is booming, the bandits are in disarray, and senior Ye Kong has passed away. Empress Dowager Cixi measured China's material resources and the country's happiness.

Senior Jade Guanyin put national justice first, acted as the leader of thousands of sects, and obtained a large amount of gold and silver treasures. However, he was framed and seriously injured, and the influence of thousands of sects was also severely damaged. Before his death, he passed on his position as the leader of Qianmen Sect to his master.

With his amazing talents, Master reorganized Qianmen in three years and played a decisive role in the establishment of Dahua. After the founding of Dahua, Master saw the general trend of the world clearly, and because of his old age, he announced the dissolution of Qianmen, withdrew from the world, and lived in seclusion in the treasure temple in the valley. This mountain was ordered by Taizu Dahua himself. For the flowerless valley. It was at that time that the old monk was favored by his master and took him under his sect as a close disciple who would take care of daily life. In a blink of an eye, it was already a Jiazi. "

"It turns out that the master is a close disciple of Senior Wuhua. No wonder he is good at playing music, chess, calligraphy, painting, medicine, and horoscopes." Ding Mu looked at the face of Monk Yunliu. He was full of energy, his eyes were clear, and there was no wrinkle on his face. If you don't come out, the old man is already over sixty.

Master Yunliu actually showed a hint of shyness and said bluntly: "Master is a scholar of heaven and man, and I have only learned less than 70% of the skills. But I have had other adventures in martial arts, and I can be considered as equal to 80% or 90% of Master's skills." "

Ding Mu admired: "Master's martial arts are so superb that he has probably reached the realm of harmony between man and nature. If I close my eyes, I won't be able to capture your presence at all."

"Unfortunately, in today's world, martial arts is the most useless method." Yunliu's calm face showed a hint of bitterness, "Do you know why I am telling you this?"

"I don't know." Ding Mu thought for a while and shook his head.

"Because Qianmen's evil methods have reappeared in the world, but we don't know who is causing chaos in the world." Yunliu said solemnly, "Although Qianmen has been disbanded, Qianshu has always existed, and so have the eight surnames of Qianmen. Recently, various people have The family has been repeatedly attacked by tigers and two tigers competing for food, and they are all targeted at the young core figures among my thousands of families. You know Jing Xiuyan and Jing Xiuhu of my Yundian Club. The Su family in the south The Song family also lost two young men each."

"Wait a minute, are the Qianmen and Eight Surnames you're talking about the jade-faced Yunjing, Su Song Zhongye?" Ding Mu's heart was beating fast, and he suddenly had an ominous premonition. When Yu Jiaojiao left, she said something to herself, which she remembered clearly. This Master Yunliu is the only person she can trust and with whom she can interact more. Today, he came to see him and mentioned so many inside stories about Qianmen. Could it be that...

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