2. Once you collect treasures, ride an ox down to Yangzhou (22)

2. Once you collect treasures, ride an ox down to Yangzhou (22)

Wang Chong thought to himself: "When I achieve great success, I must practice the highest and fastest escape method in the world! Or, like Master, find a divine beast to take my place!"

He looked at the scenery for a while, and thought about how to practice in the future. His excitement faded a little, and then he remembered and asked, "Master! Where are we going?"

Ling Suer smiled and said: "Someone in the previous dynasty once said: I would like to have a hundred thousand guan in my waist and ride on a crane to Yangzhou! This is Yangzhou where we are going."

Wang Chong was surprised and asked again: "Master, why don't you go back to our cave? What are you doing in Yangzhou?"

Ling Su'er said: "On my way out, it's just a matter of course that I accept you as my disciple, and it's more important to convert your senior brother into a monk."

Wang Chong's heart moved slightly and he asked: "Besides the two of us, how many senior brothers and sisters are there under Master? What are their tempers? Are they easy to get along with?"

Ling Suer smiled and said: "There are really only two of you under my sect. As for whether your senior brother is easy to get along with, I don't know. I have met him twice in total. The first time I met him, your senior brother was not yet three dynasties. , the second time I met him, that is, more than ten days ago, the conversation lasted only a moment."

Wang Chong smiled and asked: "What kind of person am I, senior brother? Why don't you stay with Master?"

Lingsuer smiled bitterly and said: "He became famous at a young age and became a great talent known all over the world. The last time I went to convert him, your senior brother was greedy for the world of mortals and was not willing to become a monk and practice Taoism with me. This is the second time I went there. Second transition."

Wang Chong didn't ask any more questions, but just thought: "It turns out that my master doesn't have many disciples. I must be well-behaved in the future and don't let this senior brother take away my favor."

When he left the Demon Gate, he knew that his master's favor was the most important thing.

If the master likes it, he can give you more benefits and teach you more spells. If the master looks at me differently, I am afraid that I will get nothing, I will not be able to learn the magic, there will be no benefits, and there will still be suffering to be endured, and the amount will not be limited.

Ling Suer's green ox walked on the clouds and light, and it really felt like riding the wind for thousands of miles. It was three or four thousand miles from Chengdu to Yangzhou, but it only took more than two hours to fly.

Outside Yangzhou City, the Beggar King Lingsuer slapped the green ox on the neck and the clouds fell. He did not enter Yangzhou City and went straight to a temple outside Yangzhou City.

The Beggar King seemed to be quite familiar with the abbot of this temple, so he asked the old monk for a Zen room, where the master and the disciple stayed for the time being.

Ling Suer found a place to stay, but he didn't rest. He told Wang Chong not to run around, and walked away without saying where he was going or when he would return.

Wang Chong stayed in the Zen room for a while. He felt that it was too narrow and uncomfortable, so he left the Zen room and wandered around the temple.

This temple is not big, but it is quite old. The buildings are mottled. Except for the main hall, which may have been slightly repaired, the other Zen rooms are very damaged, sometimes showing signs of the passage of time.

Wang Chong turned around the sutra hall and actually saw a collapsed Zen room. Most of the Zen room had collapsed. It was built with bricks and stones and had not been taken care of for a long time. Countless weeds had grown up.

Just as he was thinking about why this place had not been repaired, he heard Sanskrit singing and an old monk came with a smile on his face.

Wang Chong recognized that this old monk was the host, and he was quite familiar with his new master, so he did not dare to neglect him. He was from a demon sect, and if he did not have all kinds of eyes, he did not know how much suffering he would have to endure, so he bowed to the ground. , with a very respectful attitude, asked: "Old Zen Master, were you disturbed by the boy to practice?"

The old monk shook his head and said: "No! I just saw you wandering here, and I felt a little emotional."

Wang Chong's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: "This old monk is afraid that he has clairvoyance, will he find any flaws in me?"

The old monk looked at the collapsed Zen room for a while and said with a compassionate face: "I was a criminal thief back then, traveling across several provinces and committing countless major crimes."

Wang Chong's eyes widened when he heard this. How could he have expected that the old monk would have such a public case back then?

The old monk said with great nostalgia: "In the end, I met my master and was surrendered by his Dharma. He brought him to this temple to meditate. I was living in this Zen room at that time. One time, I couldn't bear to meditate and wanted to escape. But when Master found out, he took action and destroyed the Zen room."

Wang Chong clasped his hands together and recited: "The old Zen master had a very hot temper back then."

The old monk laughed and said, "That's right! The old monk's nickname back then was called the Fiery King!"

Wang Chong was secretly dumbfounded. From this nickname alone, he could tell that this old monk was an extraordinary figure back then.

The old monk shook his head and said again: "Master didn't punish me. He only asked me to recite the Diamond Sutra 3,300 times! Later, I gradually understood the Dharma and realized that what I did was really a lot of evil. Karma. I have always regarded this collapsed Zen room as a mark to remind myself, and I have never even taken out the belongings I carried with me in my early years."

The old monk glanced at Wang Chong and suddenly smiled and said: "I didn't expect that Xiao Tan Yue actually stayed here for a long time. He must be related to the things I had in those days. The old monk also felt that his fate with these old objects was over, so he gave them all to him. Xiao Tan Yue!"

The old monk raised his hand gently, and countless bricks rolled up, and a ball of gray light flew out and fell into his hand.

Wang Chong could clearly see that the thing that flew out from the collapsed house was a sheathed sword. The handle and sheath were dusty and inconspicuous. The shape was simple and it looked like something extraordinary.

The old monk stroked it with emotion, then handed the sword to Wang Chong. He also raised his hand a little and pressed his thumb on his forehead. Suddenly, a magic trick flowed and was imprinted in the young man's mind.

The old monk laughed and said: "The name of this precious sword is: Thunder-cutting! This Taoist method was practiced by the poor monk in his early years, and it is called the method of flying fire and thunder! Now the old monk has cut off all mortal ties with the common people, and this sword and each method are all It’s yours.”

The old monk walked away, but Wang Chong was stunned for a long time!

He sighed quietly, turned back to the Zen room where the master and disciple lived, closed the door, and thought to himself: "I thought I had been exposed to Xingzang, but I didn't expect it was a chance, and I got an extra sword inexplicably. And a way of doing things.”

Wang Chong only felt that the old monk's behavior was worthy of the eight-character comment "unfathomable and unbelievable". He did not dare to continue wandering around and stayed in the Zen room for half a day.

Towards evening, Lingsuer came back angrily and refused to even eat dinner. He forcibly dragged the master to the Zen room where the master and the disciple were staying, and insisted that the old monk play chess with him.

Ling Suer and the old monk talked for half the game, and the scene was quite unpleasant. Wang Chong and Wang Chong were also very accomplished in chess. After watching for a while, they felt that these two elders combined were no match for him in chess. .

Ling Suer reluctantly played dozens of moves, feeling restless and losing everything on the chessboard.

The old monk asked with a smile: "But what about the disciple?"