I'm in Wudang god catcher

Lian Bin looked at the scroll in the sweeper's hand and couldn't help but joked: "You bald donkey are really willing to give up."

The sweeping monk said calmly: "The secret of martial arts is just something external to the body. The Zen mentality has always been about Zen enlightenment. Only those who are destined can inherit it."

Lian Bin curled his lips: "It sounds nice, but it's not because Guo Bujing gave you face and didn't go on a killing spree until blood flowed like a river. You only need 600 elite soldiers."

The sweeping monk shook his head.

"Almsgiver Lian's words are wrong. This book of Poor Monk is for Almsgiver Shen. Almsgiver Shen has been kind to Shaolin, and Monk Lian should repay him and settle his grudges completely."

Shen Lian killed the five elders in his arms and showed no mercy in his attacks. How could he be kind to Shaolin?

Things are unpredictable, as is often the case.

What seems like enmity may actually be kind; what seems like kindness is actually enmity.

Why did Shen Lian kill the five elders in his arms?

Because they shouldn't have jumped out at all.

From the moment they jumped out, the five elders in their arms were already dead. If they didn't die, this matter would be unsolvable and they might be brought up again at any time.

When this matter is brought up in the future, the person who comes to Shaolin to reason is probably not Guo Bujing, but Dongchang Jinyiwei.

Shen Lian's killing blow meant a complete end.

The account will be cleared after death.

No matter what grudges there are, as long as the person dies, the matter is over and will never be mentioned again.

Some people find this kind of thing shameful, but the sweeping monk sees it clearly. This is the power of old Zen monks. They have a clear mind and can see through grudges and resentments without being blinded by appearances.

Lian Bin scratched his chin in boredom. He had no interest in the world's love and hatred. If it weren't for his daughter and the relationship from the past, Lian Bin might have fallen asleep and never woke up again.

"You go see that little guy Shen Lian, and I'll go see the one named Xiao Feng. These two little guys have special fates, and they are both lucky people in the world."

When Lian Bin was idle and bored, he once studied the art of fortune-telling. Although he only studied randomly, his realm was too high and he had some achievements.

According to Lian Bin's calculations at that time, there should be a blue dragon, a white tiger, a black tiger, a red bird, and a unicorn in this world. They are not real mythical beasts, but the fates related to them.

The name of Shen Lian, the White Tiger Star Lord, has been circulated in the world for a long time. Among the others, Lian Bin thinks that Xiao Feng may be Qinglong, and he can look for the others.

For this kind of characters, few things can arouse their interest. They like the unknown, need novel feelings, and like to be exposed to various geniuses.

Lian Bin dropped the last chess piece and went to find Xiao Feng with great interest. If Xiao Feng didn't have a wife or concubine, he would introduce her to his daughter. What if the two of them could make it?

The sweeping monk looked at the chessboard and went back to sweep the floor with some helplessness. The two did not decide the winner, because they were not playing chess at all, but fighting. How could the bluestone chess piece withstand the true energy of two top masters?

Lian Bin had just stood up and left. No matter the stone chair he had just sat on or the chessboard pieces, they all turned into ashes with the mountain wind, leaving no trace left.

The sweeping monk swept the floor quietly.

His heart returned to its ancient well without any ripples.

He was neither distressed nor angry about the loss of Shaolin. His heart was completely indifferent, like a lonely green pine or a calm stone platform.

……

"Master, you only want 600 people?"

"It's useless to ask for more. This is the list I got from Lu Bing. It's almost these people. We have to beat them until they hurt, not kill them directly."

Guo Bujing calmly lectured Thirteen Niang.

Among the disciples of the Catching God Sect, those who really want to shine in the six sects and have the right abilities are mainly Tong Lin, Liu Changjie, Shisanniang, and Duan Fei.

Duan Fei's brain is not very clear, so he needs subtle guidance. He should be taken with him and tell Duan Fei what to do when encountering problems with personal experience.

Tong Lin and Liu Changjie are highly skilled in martial arts, their minds are extremely flexible, and they are very decisive. They are like two huskies having fun, and they can no longer hold the rope.

The Thirteenth Niang wants to establish a new branch in Liumen and become the de facto number one goddess catcher in the world. She can also be called the female catcher. Guo Bujing needs a lot of training.

Zhui Feng is suitable to be Duan Fei's deputy. Zhui Feng has a very gentle personality and is very meticulous in his work. However, his martial arts skills are somewhat lacking and his aura is also a bit off.

Suitable for being the second in command, not suitable for being the boss.

Cheng Xiaodie and Shui Furong assist Thirteenth Niang.

Shen Lian and Feng Siniang were equally uncontrollable. Feng Siniang had already gone wild, and Shen Lian would be able to pursue martial arts in two years and serve as a background for the time being.

If Thirteen Niang goes out to handle a case and encounters a master who is temporarily unable to defeat her, she can use Shen Lian to bluff them.

After bluffing someone, deploy troops and generals to surround and kill the enemy, just like Shen Lian did, using the power of the team to completely destroy a strong enemy.

Thirteenth Niang has a lot to learn, and she cannot do without books and exams in a short period of time. Even with the help of talents like Su Xinghe, she will be exhausted.

If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.

If you want to be the boss, you need to put in your hard work and sweat.

The hard work must be very hard, but one good thing about the officials of the Ming Dynasty is that they have a good example from above.

Lao Zhu is really a good role model.

Zhu Yuanzhang transformed from a beggar to an emperor. How much effort did he put in? This all needs to be learned.

It is said that when he was marching and fighting, he would ask Li Shanchang to give him lectures every day. Even in the decisive battle with Chen Youliang, he did not relax his studies. The same was true for the prince and his grandson.

If they dared not study hard, Lao Zhu would take off his shoes and whip them with the soles of his shoes, and whip them hard himself.

With such a good role model, as long as you have requirements for yourself, you will definitely have to endure hardship and learn from it.

Thirteenth Niang has high standards and strict requirements for herself, so she can learn. Duan Fei is as down-to-earth and honest as an old scalper. He doesn't understand, but he is willing to learn.

Shen Lian has no such interest.

Shen Lian was busy studying music with Feng Suzhen.

Rhythm can stimulate Qi and blood.

When fighting against the five elders in the arms, Feng Suzhen used music to inspire the fighting spirit of Shen Lian and Xiao Feng. Xiao Feng destroyed the world in the arms with one stick, and Shen Lian got five kills with one move.

"Suzhen, that old guy Mi Shiba said that I have no connection with music. I feel dissatisfied. I should be able to learn a few musical instruments. What do you think I should learn?"

"Drumming?"

"I don't want to learn! When I think of beating the drum, I think of the stone in the latrine of Mi Shiba, and it's very inconvenient to carry the big drum out. Is there any convenience?"

"Xiao?"

"Don't learn! Find another one."

"Xun?"

"Xun's voice is too sad. I like passionate and high-spirited sounds, but Xun doesn't suit me very well."

"Play House of Flying Daggers on the pipa?"

"If it's an iron pipa, that's fine, but I think there's something better. Give me another one."

Shen Lian has some special feelings for the pipa, not because he thinks it is an instrument that the singer is good at, but every time he hears pipa music, he thinks of the railway guerrillas.

Playing my beloved Tupipa~~singing that moving ballad~~climbing on the fast train~~like riding a galloping horse~~at the station and on the railway line...

My temperament does not fit this image.

I should be the "hand-tearing devil"!

Feng Suzhen was a little angry when she heard this: "This won't work, and that won't work either. What do you want to learn? Why don't you just whistle? You can also learn the Lion's Roar Kung Fu." Shen Lian said: "I can do this."

Before Feng Suzhen could say anything, Shen Lian blew her a melodious whistle. It was none other than the divine song "Caravan" that could stop countless men in their tracks.

This piece also has another name.

"Banana March"

No one can beat Xiao Feng in BGM, and no one can surpass Ao Debiao in BGM.

Feng Suzhen said with a smile: "This piece of music is ethereal and penetrating. Following the rhythm of the piece, my mind sometimes travels to the sky, sometimes rides on horses in the vast grassland, and sometimes feels the gentle flow of time. It is really a wonderful piece."

After a pause, he added: "But you definitely didn't make it. You don't even know how to write music."

Shen Lian: (；д)

"At least I can blow the slogan."

"Unfortunately, I don't know how." Feng Suzhen said mischievously, "I can't teach you this."

"Are there any suitable instruments?"

"I think Suona is very good."

"Suona?"

"The sound is passionate enough. It can be played from the birth of a baby to the end of life. It contains both the praise of life and the sadness of death. It is most suitable for you."

Feng Suzhen looked at Shen Lian slightly provocatively.

She felt that Shen Lian would definitely not agree.

For someone who likes style like Shen Lian, he should choose high-end musical instruments, such as chime bells. During the Sui and Tang Dynasties, when the abbot of Jing Nian Temple was empty, he would carry a copper bell with him as a weapon, which made him look stylish at all times.

Unexpectedly, Shen Lian actually recognized it.

"That's right. I'm going to learn this. I'll buy two suonas tomorrow, and then you can teach me."

After saying that, Shen Lian went back to the guest room to sleep.

Feng Suzhen: (ー`ー)

How can you agree to this?

You want to learn, but I can’t!

For the sake of her dignity as a top student, Feng Suzhen bought two volumes of music overnight and learned how to play the suona.

After Shen Lian returned to the room, he saw a volume on the table with a note on it:

Thank you very much for your help. I am very grateful. This is the result of the poor monk's sudden enlightenment. A small gift cannot be regarded as a sign of respect.

The handwriting is soft and soothing, and contains Buddhist charm. Just a few glances make people feel relaxed and happy. There is a fallen leaf on the note, indicating the identity of the visitor.

"Is this a gift from the sweeping monk?"

"As expected of an expert in Zen Buddhism, his eyesight is indeed not comparable to that of ordinary people. The sweeping monk's lifelong insights may be a record of Buddhism or martial arts."

Shen Lian opened the book casually, but saw that there was not a single word in it. It was a "Wordless Heavenly Book".

Turning it over and looking at the cover, there are really four words "Heavenly Book without Words" written on it, but the handwriting contains the power of Buddha, which makes people subconsciously ignore it.

"The Wordless Book, is there something wrong with the old bald donkey of Zen Buddhism? I know your family emphasizes enlightenment, at least write a few words? How the hell is this enlightenment?"

Shen Lian smacked his lips, thinking that I really had nothing to do with this thing, I couldn't understand a word of it.

wrong!

There are no words in it!

Since he was in the guest room, Shen Lian couldn't help but feel a little presumptuous. He thought to himself and said it out. The sweeping monk was listening outside. He originally wanted to hear Shen Lian's opinion on this, but he didn't expect to see a chameleon.

Before opening the scroll is the "Sweeping Monk".

After opening the book, there is "Zen Bald Donkey".

Really, changing faces is faster than turning the pages of a book!

Although Shen Lian's words didn't sound good, they had a unique sense of truth, which made the sweeping monk feel that although Shen Lian was extremely evil, he was not without wisdom.

I hope Shen Lian can find a qualified successor to "The Wordless Book" so that his hard work will not go to waste.

"Master, don't worry, I won't waste it."

Shen Lian's message came to the sweeping monk's ears.

"Donor Shen is indeed very capable. I used the marrow meridian to cleanse my Qi, but you still discovered it."

"Master has misunderstood. I was able to discover Master, not because of martial arts, but because of reasoning."

Shen Lian explained with black lines on his face: "Although your martial arts are at the peak, you have not maintained your appearance. Judging from your appearance, you are at least ninety years old. If a ninety-year-old man sweeps the floor of an inn late at night, the county magistrate will be dismissed."

There has been a tradition of "respecting the elderly" in all dynasties.

After reaching a certain age, the court will not only exempt people from various taxes, but also send gifts during holidays. Elderly people over ninety years old will send rice and grain every month.

Longevity belongs to "auspiciousness". The occurrence of such auspiciousness in a certain state capital is a very conspicuous political achievement.

If a ninety-year-old man sweeps the floor in an inn late at night, it either means that the county magistrate has embezzled the rice, or it means that the children are disobedient and unfilial and do not support the elderly. Either way, it means that the county magistrate is unethical, and he can be demoted or dismissed from his post.

The sweeping monk could hide his energy, but he did not hide his face. The moment he saw him, Shen Lian guessed his identity and deliberately made some nonsense.

"Master's cultivation is indeed profound, but he hasn't walked in the world of mortals for a long time. Why not take this opportunity to see the world of mortals, maybe you will gain new insights."

"Amitabha, be treasured by the donor."

The sweeping monk didn't want to talk to Shen Lian anymore, so he quietly dispersed and disappeared into the clouds.

Shen Lian looked at the window and found no one around. He shrugged and went back to his room to sleep.

The next morning, everyone continued on their way.

The target ahead is Jinling, where Xuanci and Ye Erniang will be cut to pieces with a thousand swords and their punishment will be clear.

Naturally, no one dares to stop this kind of thing.

Along the way, except for the noise caused by Shen Lian's new suona, everything else was smooth.

Feng Suzhen is a super academic, and Shen Lian has superhuman learning ability. When he arrived in Jinling, he was able to play tunes. On the day Xuanci and Ye Erniang were tortured, Shen Lian played a tune for them.

"Good Days"

For those whose children were killed and who have been looking forward to revenge for more than ten years, today is definitely the most worthy day of celebration and represents their new life.

The executioner's sharp blade slashed down, and pieces of flesh and blood were thrown out and devoured by the people.

The resentment of eating flesh and sleeping on skin was successfully resolved today.

At the end, I recite a Buddhist scripture and send my sincere blessings to these innocent people who have gained a new life.

Shen Lian looked at Jie Jie: "Master, I remember there are several young monks in Huangjue Temple. One of them is quite destined to me. I want to adopt him as my adopted son."

"Yoshiko?"

"Master, don't worry, I don't mean any harm. Do you know the Shaolin sweeping monk? In order to thank me, he wrote down his lifelong martial arts in a book and gave it to me overnight. I will pass this secret book to my adopted son in its entirety." (This chapter) over)