yready Chapter 219 Stealing Books
Chapter 219 Stealing Books
Chapter 219 Stealing Books
At the beginning of the diary, Lu Ming wrote:
"Who is a decent person to keep a diary, but I'm so boring."
"It's okay, I use the simplified characters of the earth, no one can't understand, they will just think it's a heavenly book."
Despite this, Lu Ming still regards the diary as his boring pastime. After all, traveling through the heavens can be boring sometimes.
Hiding the diary among the numerous scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion makes it difficult to find.
Who would have thought that the Shaolin Library, the largest in Zhongzhou and also known as the largest collection of scriptures, would contain a diary of a time traveler?
"I almost vomited from today's vegetarian meal. I thought that when I became a monk, I would accompany the ancient Buddha with blue lanterns and tofu with shallots. Only now did I realize that I can't even eat shallots."
"No, I'm looking for an opportunity to hunt wild game in the back mountain, I want to eat meat!"
"It rained in the evening and I had nothing to do. I chatted with my roommate and learned that it was the Wende period, Emperor Wu was ruling the world, and there were conflicts and conflicts. It was not stable, so it was better to stay in the temple."
"By the way, I really don't understand the ancient chronological system of the heavenly stems and earthly branches, but you need to have a date when writing a diary, so I'll just use the earth's timekeeping system."
"In the 19th year of Wende, on August 8th, the weather was fine. I slipped to the back mountain and caught a pheasant by virtue of my skill of never crossing the sea of suffering. I roasted it and ate it."
"Amitabha, as the saying goes, wine and meat have passed through the intestines. The Buddha is sitting in the heart, and the monk has not broken the precepts."
When Lu Ming wrote this part of his diary, he directly ignored the following sentence, "If people learn from me, it will be like falling into the devil's path."
"Unfortunately, there is no salt or cumin. Although there is barbecue, it is tasteless. I miss the food of the earth."
"In the 19th year of Wende, on September 9, I checked in all the places in the temple once or even several times, and got a lot of good things."
"In front of the eighteen bronze statues in the Arhat Hall, I obtained the golden body of Arhat; in the Temple of the First Ancestor, I obtained the Tin Staff for Conquering Demons;
"November 19, the 11th year of Wende. It's really not difficult to practice. I have already broken through to the sixth level. I see that few of the disciples of the first generation in the major halls are my opponents."
"The 19th year of Wende, on December 12th, it is true that martial arts practitioners are not affected by cold and heat, and the monk is not cold at all."
"There was a martial arts contest held in the monastery, and the little monk really wanted to go up and beat them all to the ground, and then the tiger's body shook, and he said arrogantly, 'Everyone here is trash', but the little monk held back, after all, he wanted to keep a low profile. "
"Well, I heard that the cultivation level of the leaders has reached the fifth or even fourth level. The young monk doesn't want to reveal his secret yet."
"In the 20th year of Wende, on January 1st, Emperor Wu came in person, went to Shaolin Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and brought a few princesses and princes with him."
"The princess is quite beautiful. I took a few extra glances at her, but this is not a violation of the precepts. I just observe the female Bodhisattva purely from the perspective of appreciation."
"To tell you the truth, I prefer concubines with a good figure to young princesses. Eh... when did I get used to calling myself a monk? Change!"
"On February 21, the 2st year of Bonaventure, my God, I was so bored that I started learning Sanskrit."
"In the 21st year of Wende, on March 3th, I heard that in the altar of the sixth patriarch, there is hidden the broken arm of the second patriarch Huike who lost his arm to seek the Dharma."
"Hey, why did the second ancestor cut off his own arm because he couldn't think of it? Isn't this the Buddhist version of Yang Guo?"
"It's a pity that Yang Guo has the big eagle and the little dragon girl, and the second ancestor only has his left hand, um... maybe the right hand."
"Sure enough, in the diary, I'm still more used to using 'I'."
"Wende's 21st year, on August 8th, I finally slipped into the Bodhidharma Cave and signed in. The rewards of the system are so generous, it's unimaginable!"
"As for what I got, I'll keep it a secret."
"By the way, there is a human-shaped imprint on the stone wall of Bodhidharma Cave. It is rumored that Bodhidharma took a picture of enlightenment. It seems to be true."
"In the 24 years of Wende, I have studied most of the scriptures. There are right and wrong expositions in Buddhism. In my opinion, it should be..."
On that day, Lu Ming, who was bored, expounded his views and wrote nearly ten thousand words in his diary.
Finally, I came to the conclusion that I am the Buddha, and people are the Buddha. If you do good deeds and accumulate virtue, you can become a Buddha!
"In the 30 years of Wende, my self-cultivation is not weaker than the abbot, and I am fearless, so I have learned all the 72 unique skills in the Cangjing Pavilion. I have to say that Shaolin martial arts is still quite powerful."
"Okay, let's stop writing the diary here. I want to hide this diary in the more than 5000 volumes of scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion."
……
Two years later.
Shaolin Temple, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
A sharp black shadow, reflected in the moonlight, spread its arms like an eagle and a bat, and slid silently to the roof of the palace.
Two feet stepped on the glazed tiles, but there was no sound at all.
One must know that it is extremely difficult to be able to sneak into the Sutra Pavilion without being discovered by the monks of Shaolin Temple.
If it can be done, it will definitely belong to a master who is not inferior to the abbot and the chief seat.
Obviously, the cultivation strength of this man in black is probably no less than the fourth rank!
No matter the third rank or the fourth rank, it is enough to make the man in black come and go without a trace.
Like a clever and charming black cat, he turned down from the ridge of the roof, stepped on the glazed tiles of the cornice on the third floor, pushed open the window lattice with both hands, and got in.
Inside the Sutra Pavilion is dark and deep, and there are rows of bookshelves made of pear blossom wood, where scrolls of scriptures are placed, ancient and precious.
Taking advantage of the darkness, the man in black quickly rummaged through various scriptures.
The pitch-black environment is not a problem at all for a high-ranking powerhouse.
"That's not it."
"Not this one either!"
"Where did Shaolin Temple hide it?"
The man in black rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and it seems that he did not come here for Shaolin 72 stunts.
Until he picked up a thick booklet and looked at the flamboyant handwriting written on every page.
It is not Sanskrit, nor is it the mainstream official script in Zhongzhou.
"The man said that the words in the book are like a heavenly book. It is the early Brahma script when Bodhidharma was introduced to Zhongzhou. Could it be this one?"
The man in black gripped the scroll tightly.
He thought he had found what he was looking for!
"Amitabha, this benefactor, you came to the Sutra Pavilion to steal books, why did you take the poor monk's diary?"
A calm and indifferent Buddha shouted from the side of the man in black.
"Who!"
The man in black was shocked and turned his head to look.
If he was really a black cat, he would definitely arch his back and blow his hair all over.
Lu Ming stood in the darkness, staring at the man in black.
"A monk!?"
The man in black was puzzled.
He didn't hear Lu Ming's approaching footsteps, let alone a trace of aura.
With such means, it is impossible for ordinary people.
But Lu Ming was tall and slender, with a handsome face and a blue monk robe. He was by no means the abbot or the head seat of Shaolin Temple.
Because the abbot and head of the Shaolin Temple are all well-known masters in the world, the men in black know them all.
"who are you?"
The man in black asked while putting Lu Ming's diary into his pocket.
He is still not sure whether the tome, which looks like a heavenly book, is what he is looking for.
No matter what, let's take it out first.
When Lu Ming saw that his diary was taken away, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "I am the monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion. You trespass into the Buddhist forbidden area and ask me who I am?"
"Stealing the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion is really a felony. The poor monk advises the almsgiver to put down the scriptures for that day and leave quickly."
"I will leave, but I won't put down the scriptures, and you won't be able to keep me!"
The man in black turned his head and tried to escape.
"Did the poor monk let you go?"
Lu Ming took one step to close the distance between him and himself.
"What a quick movement!"
The man in black was shocked.
Who knew that he was pretending to run away, turned around and slapped Lu Ming.
The palm of the man in black is strong and powerful, like an overwhelming force.
The palm of the hand is purple and black, and it contains a strong poison. Before it hits, there is a stench like a bloody storm rushing towards the face.
"My Nether Poison Palm has 50 years of skill, it depends on how you pick it up!"
A sinister gleam flashed in the eyes of the man in black.
Countless martial arts masters died under his poisonous palm.
Even with the majestic palm strength, it can't resist the poison of the poisonous palm's true energy!
There was a loud "bang", but there was no terrible burst of energy.
The Nether poisonous palm hit Lu Ming's shoulder heavily, and the man in black only felt that his palm strength and true energy seemed to sink into the sea without causing any waves.
Not only that.
A palm hit Lu Ming, but there was no aftermath at all.
It stands to reason that with the strength of a third- and fourth-rank master, even Yu Wei can still destroy the pear wood bookshelves around him.
But the scene in front of him went against the common sense of the man in black.
The strength and true energy were all gone, and the opponent even took the initiative to swallow his own true energy.
"Star-absorbing Dafa!?"
The man in black's face changed drastically, and he sensed the passing of the poisonous Qi in his body.
"My true qi contains the power of the five poisons, do you dare to inhale it?"
The man in black sneered.
The other hand directly turned the palm into a claw, and the true energy in the body leaked out like a needle, and it looked like a thick white claw, and it grabbed Lu Mingtian's spirit cover violently.
"Your Five Poisons Divine Art is powerful, but it is not as good as the Poor Monk's Sutra of Cleansing Marrow and Changing Tendons."
"A poor monk is invulnerable to a hundred poisons, but the mere five poisons, what can I do?"
Seeing the man in black's bone claws, Lu Ming slammed them down, intending to lift his celestial cap, instead of dodging or dodging, he closed his eyes slightly.
"Tathagata God's palm, the Buddha's light suddenly appears!"
Lu Ming opened his round eyes suddenly, pinched the Buddha's seal with his hands, and the majestic and thick zhenqi was instantly aroused, and flourished from the pores of his body.
"Om..."
Suddenly, there was a faint sacred chant in the surrounding space.
Lu Ming's body glowed with golden light, and an unstoppable masculine force directly shook the man in black away.
With a "poof", the man in black flew upside down and vomited blood, his eyes showing shock.
Second-grade holy monk! ?
Even stronger than the abbot of Shaolin Temple!
Just relying on the divine light to protect the body, he can send himself flying, vomit blood, and cause internal injuries, even the respected abbot of Shaolin can't do it.
"Who the hell are you?"
The man in black yelled.
When did Shaolin Temple hide such a hidden master?
"Amitabha, the poor monk is just a serving monk who sweeps the floor of the library."
Lu Ming stood up with one hand and answered truthfully.
"Bah, liar!"
"Monks don't tell lies, but you are full of nonsense. It's weird to believe you!"
The man in black smashed his head through the window lattice and escaped.
He also performed the Gecko Wall-Wandering Skill among the Five Poison Magic Skills, flying over eaves and walls, and ran towards the cliff outside the Shaolin Temple wall.
"Someone trespassed on Shaolin Temple!"
"Dangdangdang..."
The monk who was watching the night hurriedly beat the gong in his hand.
In an instant, the Shaolin Temple, which was peacefully sleeping under the moonlight, was suddenly awakened.
One by one, the fire pockets were lit up, swimming like a fire dragon among the alleys.
"Damn!"
The man in black looked at the monk banging the gong with sinister eyes.
"I can't beat the holy monk just now, can't I beat you?"
The man in black didn't even go down, he just slapped his palm in the air, and his true energy came out through his body, condensing into billowing black energy, like a thousand-legged centipede, he rushed towards Monk Tonggong.
"Ah" screamed.
After a while, the monk banging the gong turned into a puddle of black water.
"What kind of monster dares to act recklessly in the Buddhist temple!"
With a loud shout, mixed with the roar of a Buddhist lion, it was deafening and completely awakened all the monks in the temple.
The eardrums of the man in black quivered, almost torn.
He immediately activated the Five Poison Magic Techniques, his cheeks puffed up exaggeratedly, and then deflated quickly, like a toad chirping.
The man in black resisted the lion's roar with Ha Toad Kungfu, and shouted: "I don't want your Shaolin Temple to hide an eminent monk who can't be hidden from the world, so you stumbled."
"If there is a future, I will definitely ask for advice again!"
The man in black touched the ridge of the Drum Tower with his toes, used his strength to fly in the air, and with a few more waves of Qi, he was about to jump out of the Shaolin Temple.
At this time, a big monk with a fat head and big ears, wearing a golden monk's robe, rose from the clouds below and shouted: "The Holy Land of Buddhism, is this a place where you can come and leave whenever you say?"
"Great Mercy Prajna Palm!!"
"Om bar ma hum..."
In the deep night sky, it was suddenly ignited by the true energy of the big-eared golden-robed monk.
The true energy of Buddhism seems to have its own Sanskrit sounds, and loud and difficult-to-speak Buddhist chants can be heard.
The pure and masculine Buddhist energy blows the great monk's robes, and a Buddha shadow of great compassion and wisdom looms behind him.
With a loud shout, the great monk's fat palm suddenly slapped the man in black.
The inflated monk's robe immediately deflated.
All the true energy condensed on the palm, and a huge golden palm print burst out.
It is the unique skill of Prajna Hall - Great Compassionate Prajna Palm!
The first seat of Prajna Hall!
Instead of being angry, the man in black smiled, running the Five Poisons Divine Art with all his might.
I saw his demonic flames surging to the sky, black air steaming, and poisonous things such as centipedes, poisonous snakes, scorpions, geckos, and toads appeared around his body from time to time.
The centipede is a thousand-legged frost centipede from the Northern Plains.
The poisonous snake is the vermilion ironhead snake in Nanling.
Scorpions are red flame black scorpions from the Western Regions.
Toad is the money three-legged toad of Dongtu.
The gecko is a broken-tailed earth dragon in Zhongzhou.
Everything is the poison king among poisons, so that the man in black's five poisons magic skills can be pushed to an unprecedented height.
"Five Poison Palms!"
The man in black screamed, raised his hand, and greeted him.
There was a loud bang of "Peng".
As soon as they collided, the two sides retreated respectively. The golden Buddha's light intertwined with the black poisonous gas, and a cloud of white air burst out, and Yu Jin stirred in the midair.
This is the battle between high-level strong men.
After the first seat of the Prajna Hall fell to the ground, the hard masonry "clicked" and shattered.
Not only that, the golden robed monk with fat head and big ears stepped back more than a dozen steps, crushing a brick with each foot.
His palms were even more purple and black, and there were five fingers on the back of his palms that were as swollen as pig intestines.
"Hahahahahaha, the first seat in Shaolin Temple is nothing more than that!"
The man in black flew away and disappeared into the night.
The head of Banruo Hall turned black, looked at the man in black who flew out of the wall of Shaolin Temple with his palm power, and did not pursue.
"First seat!"
More than a dozen monks from the Prajna Hall arrived, holding vajra sticks.
One of the monks tried to chase after him, but was stopped by the leader of the Prajna Hall.
"First seat, do you want to let the thief leave arrogantly?"
The leader of the Prajna Hall shook his head and said: "The other party is a high-grade powerhouse not weaker than us. You are not opponents. If you catch up, you will only die."
Another monk said: "The three sides of the temple are as steep as a knife, and it is difficult for birds to stand up. He will definitely fall from the cliff and fall to his death."
"Amitabha."
At this time, a Buddha's name sounded.
(End of this chapter)