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Volume 1 The Rise of Shaolin Chapter 735 Who is he?

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    Snowflakes were flying in the sky like fireflies. The distance between the sky and the earth was shortened, and everything was gray.

    A graceful figure slowly walked out of the door.

    The feet stepped on the snow on the ground, making a slight "crunching" sound.

    Going forward along the mountain road, in front of you is the magnificent and huge building complex of Shaolin Temple.

    "Bang!"

    A melodious bell rang, and the huge sound echoed in the mountains, and even the snow in the sky seemed to pause.

    The man raised his head, stretched out his delicate hands, and gently lifted the hat on his head.

    It was a silver fox cloak, which made her delicate face even more beautiful.

    But there was a hint of deep worry on this beautiful face, and the bright eyes were a little bloodshot, showing that the owner had not slept well all night.

    The sound of bells echoed, signaling the arrival of the early morning in the middle of winter.

    Jin Lian moved lightly and walked towards Shaolin Temple.

    We walked all the way and came to the Pagoda of Ten Thousand Buddhas.

    When the monks on the road saw her, they all bowed slightly. They were all very familiar with her. The woman in the Zen monastery over there was also a frequent visitor to the Shaolin Temple.

    When she arrived in front of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Pagoda, she stopped because she saw another graceful figure kneeling devoutly in front of the Pagoda, burning incense and praying.

    Slowly came to the back of this woman. She also took the incense candle and knelt beside her. The two girls knelt side by side.

    After praying to the Buddha to express her thoughts, she opened her eyes and saw the woman who came before looking at her with full eyes.

    The two girls looked at each other and smiled, holding hands and standing side by side.

    "Wanjun, you actually came before me."

    "Well, I couldn't sleep, so I got up early, and the master guarding the door let me in."

    The first woman to arrive was Ning Wanjun. She looked at the girl wearing a silver fox cloak with a hint of worry in her eyes: "Qiu Yu. How are you feeling recently? Is the situation stable?"

    The girl in the silver fox cloak is the twenty-year-old Murong Qiuyu. Hearing Ning Wanjun's inquiry, she nodded lightly: "Very good. Since the heart palpitations that day, I have almost remembered everything before.  Apart from worrying about his condition, I have nothing else to do lately."

    The two girls walked side by side, walking slowly in the Shaolin Temple.

    A group of monks ran in front of the two women, and the leader was Huitian, one of the eight tribesmen.

    Seeing them, the monks stood with one hand in front of their chests.  The two of them returned the gift with great blessings. After the monks ran away, they went to a secluded place to talk.

    Murong Qiuyu said with some worry: "Wanjun, do you think what Senior Ran said is true? I'm very worried, this matter sounds too bizarre."

    Ning Wanjun also hesitated: "I can't say for sure. Senior Ran Dongye is such a powerful expert, so he probably won't lie to us. Now that she has said it, I think Yuan Zhen should still be alive."

    "Of course I also hope that Yuan Zhen is alive, but I always feel that this matter is too absurd. According to Sister An and the others, at that time, the volcano was erupting, and there were mountains above the sky pressing down. Under such circumstances  , is it possible for anyone to survive?¡±

    "Under normal circumstances, of course no one can survive in such an environment, but Yuan Zhen is not an ordinary person after all. He can communicate with Buddha and get the protection of gods and Buddhas. He can create things that ordinary people can't do.  , one of them is his specialty, so you can¡¯t look at him like a normal person.¡±

    Murong Qiuyu nodded slightly: "You are right. When we were in Hangzhou, I was already in despair, but he happened to turn things around in that situation. From that time on, I knew he was different."

    Ning Wanjun's eyes also showed memories: "Yes, when I was forced to marry Dongfang Shaobai, who could have imagined that he would go to Tianshan alone and forcefully steal from Li Yifeng and the others?  Inside, he rescued me and Sister Caiyi. Such courage is not something ordinary people can have."

    The two comforted each other for a few words, and Murong Qiuyu asked again: "Where did sister Caiyi go?"

    "Xu Xianxian and Hua Xiaohuan are a little emotionally unstable. Sister Caiyi stayed with them yesterday. It's probably time to get up."

    "Wanjun, let me tell you, don't think too much. I think Sister Caiyi also has a deep affection for him, but she never showed it. Yesterday, I saw Sister Caiyi crying alone in her room.  But when she came out later, she recoveredBack to normal.  "

    Ning Wanjun was not surprised as expected and just nodded slightly: "Qiu Yu, how could I not know this? It's just that Sister Caiyi is actually very thin-skinned. I can't bear to say it in front of her. In fact, I have already felt it in my heart."  There are calculations.¡±

    Hearing what Ning Wanjun said, Murong Qiuyu actually became a little nervous: "How do you plan to calculate it?"

    Ning Wanjun turned her head and said, "What else can I care about? I just hope that he can live. If he is really alive, everything will be subject to his arrangement. I don't want him to hurt any woman."  Heart, of course this includes me, you, and Sister Caiyi and the others."

    Murong Qiuyu was stunned for a moment, and his face was happy, but then his eyes gradually dimmed: "That is certainly good, but the prerequisite is that he is still alive. More than ten days have passed and there is no news about him. I  I¡¯m really worried that if he doesn¡¯t come back, I¡¯m really afraid that I won¡¯t be able to hold on.¡±

    Ning Wanjun's beautiful eyes were also covered with a layer of deep sadness: "Me too, I told myself to be strong and wait, but why did it take so long? So many days, every day is like a year to me.  "

    As they talked, the eyes of the two little girls turned red.

    At this time, a voice not far away came: "You two ladies, could I ask how to get to the Abbot's Court?"

    The two of them were stunned for a moment, the voice seemed familiar, and they turned around hurriedly.

    Not far away, stood a young man in a white robe. In the middle of winter, this man was actually wearing autumn clothes, with a white scribe's scarf on his head. Not to mention his thin clothes, he was actually holding a handful in his hand.  The fan was shaking there, and I didn¡¯t know whether it was fanning the wind or the snowflakes falling around me.

    Many people in the martial arts world have superb internal strength and are immune to cold and heat. It is not unusual for them to be shirtless in winter.

    Although I am not afraid of the cold, in this weather, it is impossible to get along with the heat.

    This young man in white robe is very handsome and pleasing to the eye, but he is not so hot that he needs to be fanned!

    Ning Wanjun and Murong Qiuyu glanced at this person, with a trace of nervousness, a trace of doubt, and a trace of disgust in their eyes.

    Ning Wanjun has a good temper, and although she doesn't show off, she doesn't want to talk to someone who looks like a father-in-law.

    Murong Qiuyu is not as good as Ning Wanjun. She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Where the abbot's courtyard is, it's none of your business! The abbot of Shaolin doesn't see outsiders now. Where did you come from?  Go somewhere!"

    "Ah! This is really weird. What's so crazy about the abbot of Shaolin Temple? He doesn't even see the guests. Humph! I think this temple is just a waste of its reputation!"

    "What did you say? Say it again!"

    Murong Qiuyu immediately refused. Someone actually dared to slander the Shaolin Temple. If she didn't have to worry about her image as a lady in front of Ning Wanjun, she would take action now.

    "Isn't it? Look, look, what are these monks doing? They are worshiping, worshiping those clay Bodhisattvas. Don't they know that these Bodhisattvas and Buddhas are all just made of clay?  Does the soil also have spirituality? They left their homes and came to the temple to become monks. From then on, their relatives and friends became just passers-by. I don¡¯t think it is a good thing, and they may not be able to understand the Bodhi Way. "

    After saying that, the young man in white robe opened the folding fan in his hand with a bang and said slowly: "This is really a life and death in the human world, the bones and flesh are scattered in dust and smoke, the bhikkhu worships the stone and earth, and has no chance to realize Brahma!"

    "You are such a baffled person. What does it have to do with others? I think you are just here to cause trouble. This girl is here today!"

    Murong Qiuyu just said a few words impatiently, and suddenly the words got stuck in her throat. She looked at the young man in front of her in disbelief. She slowly raised her finger and pointed at the young man in front of her with trembling. Why is this poem?  Will it be so familiar?

    Ning Wanjun did not notice Murong Qiuyu's strange behavior. She just felt that the young man in front of her was a little too self-righteous. However, Ning Wanjun did not intend to argue with him, nor did she want to cause any trouble in the Shaolin Temple. She just said to the young man:  "You'd better go. You don't have to believe in Buddhism, but please don't make trouble here, otherwise others won't forgive you. No one in this world can make trouble here!"

    The young man in white robe smiled slightly at Ning Wanjun: "Beautiful girl, your temper is better than that of the pretty girl, but you are also biased against me in your heart, and you are in a bad mood now, not because of that so-and-so coming.  It¡¯s because you can¡¯t let go!¡±

    Ning Wanjun¡¯s pretty faceHe suddenly turned red. This person actually spoke so rudely. He really deserves a beating.

    But before she could say anything, the young man in white robe continued: "There are seven sufferings in life, the suffering of birth, the suffering of old age, the suffering of illness, the suffering of death, the meeting of resentment and hatred, not being able to ask for what you want, and being separated from love. Now you are  You are struggling between not being able to ask for it and being separated from love. What you hope to get, but you are afraid of not getting. What you are afraid of losing, you are about to lose, so you are worried and troubled. I don¡¯t know if what I said is right?  "

    Ning Wanjun listened to his words blankly, her eyes gradually blurred with tears.

    Why are these words so familiar? Aren¡¯t these the scenes that appear in dreams all the time?

    who?  who is he?  Why did you say these words?

    ¡°Wanjun, Qiuyu, what are you waiting for?  What are you nervous about?  What are you looking forward to?

    !  !

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