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Volume Three. Guyu Chapter 380. Return to the Mountain

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    The winter of 1911 was as hot as spring.  Although the wind and snow in the north are surprisingly heavy this year, people who walk in cities and even in the fields of villages and towns every day feel an indescribable strangeness and relief in their hearts "The weather is really going to change!" Yishou  The regent Zaifeng, who controlled thousands of miles of the Qing Dynasty, suddenly announced the dissolution of the cabinet composed of Manchu nobles, and reorganized it with Yuan Shikai, the central Han official who had just been appointed as the imperial envoy What made the common people find it unbelievable was that the cabinet was once said to be iron-clad.  The country almost fell apart in ten months because of the Wuhan Uprising In addition to Beijing and Shandong and other northern areas where the Beiyang Army was stationed, it is said that now even Guizhou, Shanghai, Zhejiang, Jiangsu, Anhui, Guangxi, Guangdong, Fujian and even  Shanxi also became independent one after another.  Whether they are independent or not may not have much to do with these people, but if you see those officials in the future, you don't have to kneel down and call yourself a slave. As long as you are a man, you will feel relieved just thinking about it "There is no imperial court that cannot be overthrown.  There is no official who cannot be defeated!¡± ¡°Listen to those revolutionaries, what kind of democracy, rule of law, and human rights will the new court promote from now on?¡± Under a big willow tree next to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, two rows of  The hurried monk frowned slightly, listening to the discussions of passers-by and pedestrians.  Although these people would still put their hands together and salute according to etiquette when they saw the two monks, no matter how the two monks looked at them, they felt that there was a different look and brilliance between the brows of these people, as if each of them  They all participated in the magnificent revolution "Yang Meng is right, the will of all the people in the world is the heart of the great road. In this day, our Shaolin Temple can't resist it, and Yuan Shikai, I'm afraid, can't do it either!" The monk who spoke.  His age seems a little hard to predict. He could be fifty or seventy years old. But the middle-aged monk next to him has wrinkles on his face that are almost as thick and dignified as the dust on his cassock. Even his walking steps are  In the meantime, he looked much more staggering than the old monk The middle-aged monk grinned.  Unconsciously, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then he shook his head at the old monk and said: "Yang Meng can be said to be a man of knowledge and action. With his skill, he has reached the point where Confucianism calls the unity of heaven and man. It's because Hengsha is too crazy.  "Proud. I underestimated the heroes of the world!" "It's not your fault, it's the people's heart!" The old monk patted Xueting Hengsha helplessly, then raised his black nine-ring tin staff and continued to raise his head to the young master.  Walk in the direction of Muroyama.  Both of them were punched by Yang Meng, but because their reactions afterward were different, the results today were naturally different.  The old monk is in a sea of ??suffering.  Although he is in the stage of declining Qi due to old age, Ke Sheng has worked hard for many years to practice Qi and has reached the stage of returning elixir. In addition, he practiced timely meditation and used his internal organs to promote Qi and blood to repeatedly flush the injured area. Although this journey has been very hard,  But the injuries have been fully recovered.  On the contrary, although Xueting Hengsha was young and powerful, and he was unrivaled in martial arts training, he did not have time to rest in time after receiving a punch from Yang Meng.  Instead, he hurried back to Hankou at full speed because he was worried about his master Miaoke. As a result, along the way, even though he used the Dahuan Dan from Shaolin Temple, his physical strength became worse as he walked, and his energy and blood became shorter as he walked.  He was injured in his heart vessels and Tanzhong point. No matter how powerful his Shaolin Kung Fu was, he would probably be dead because of the difficulty in calming down his qi and blood.     at this point.  Both of them knew it very well, but apart from taking internal and external medicines, they couldn't come up with a better way to solve it.  So, they decided to go back to Shaolin.  ¡­I don¡¯t know how long I¡¯ve been gone.  When the sun was about to go down, the old tiled eaves of the Shaolin Temple finally appeared in their eyes, and the bells for the evening classes every day began to fill the entire Songshan Mountain "Finally back!"  My ears are like pendants, and my Zen heart is full of intuition.  In order to spread the Zen Taoism of Shaolin Temple, their group of 18 people have been walking around the world for 16 years. They don¡¯t want to come back one day after getting a glimpse of the true meaning of the void!  It is said that the grass in the Shaolin Temple is growing and the disciples are scattered, but who knows how many seeds of Zen martial arts the Shaolin people have sown among the people in recent years?  Nowadays, the mountains and rivers are undergoing great changes, and Shaolin Temple cannot survive alone Therefore, Miaoke must come back.  For the sake of Zen Buddhism and Shaolin Boxing!  In the great Shaolin Temple, although there is now only one sweeping novice monk left to greet guests, the mood of Master Miaoke and his disciples is becoming increasingly difficult to calm down. When they walked into the temple gate and came to the main hall, Miaoke was speechless all the way.  UnexpectedlyHe quickly walked up to the bell tower, smiled at the old monk who was ringing the bell, and then took the thick thigh-breaking wood in his hand Dang, Dang, Dang The clock is still this clock, but the sound of the bell has happened.  Although it is difficult to hear this change in the ears of farmers who have lived in Songshan for generations, it is like the sound of thunder in the ears of the Shaolin monks sitting in evening classes.  "Thunder Sound in the Great Void!" An old monk who had been lying in the Arhat Hall and slept for an unknown length of time suddenly opened his closed eyes, stood up amidst the crackling sound of his joints, and then bent like a civet cat.  He jumped up to the beam and disappeared into the Eighteen Arhats Hall Several old men or middle-aged men who were sitting quietly in the meditation hall at home at the foot of the mountain, chanting sutras and chanting the Dharma in front of the evening bell, had subtle changes after listening to a few times.  After the bell rang, he was suddenly shaken as if he had been struck by lightning. Then he opened the box amidst some vague and strange screams, took out a tattered cassock from the bottom of the box that had been pressed for many years, put it on his body, and put it on.  The setting sun hurriedly ran to the Shaolin Temple on the mountain "Someone has realized the true meaning of the void and retrieved the Leiyin Zen Machine and returned to the temple!" In just ten minutes, the Shaolin Temple, which was already empty and lonely in the eyes of outsiders, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.  There are many monks, including shiny bald heads and messy short hair. In the countryside near Songshan Mountain, there are also many men like ant colonies who have received the signal. They are coming from all directions to the Shaolin Temple.  They quickly gathered in the direction of the bell tower "Shaolin has never been defeated!" Outside the bell tower, the red clouds were like blood and the setting sun was gilded. Looking at the strange scenery in the distance, Kuhai Miaoke and Xueting Hengsha couldn't help but  His eyes were dancing with obsession, not because of the centuries-old folk legend about the immortal Buddha, but because of the sound of bells, drums and thunder that had been silent for a hundred years. In a short period of time, the sons and grandsons of the Buddha who had left Shaolin  Summoned back This is the belief that religion can be passed down, and it is also the people who gather together to form a tower.  Kuhai Miaoke's heart was throbbing, and she unknowingly combined the true meaning of space with the ethereal Zen heart. She pushed the wood and hit the bronze bell again. After three short sounds, she once again experienced a heavy spiritual sublimation  The lonely temple in the mountains is deserted, but the Shaolin Zen sect has never forgotten the instructions of its ancestors. In order to let the Qing royal family relax their monitoring and secret stranglehold on the Shaolin Temple, they did not hesitate to take the initiative to cut off the true inheritance of the superior martial arts of Zen sect, so that every pious  The monks wept and took off their cassocks, and then walked out of the mountain gates to live in seclusion in the fields and forests, and even married and had children Now, the mountains and rivers have shaken the heart of heaven and have undergone tremendous changes. The iron-clad Qing court is on the verge of collapse, and the thunder in the void, which has disappeared for nearly a hundred years, is finally able to live openly and honestly.  Back to Shaolin!  The wind and snow in the north are white and cold, but they cannot freeze the fiery hearts of the Shaolin people. The cold gray forest snow cannot stop the ascetic monks with bright eyes.  From the fields and forests, we suddenly returned to the bell and drum pavilions of the Mahavira Hall after a long absence. This cramped environment and crowded crowds immediately squeezed and made the long-hidden emotions and sustenance in the hearts of these Zen monks more clear and hot.  When they heard the thunderous sound of the bells from the bell tower at close range, the expressions on their faces slowly became unreal in the frenzy. Among them were anger, joy, sorrow and joy, but for these years in the world of mortals,  The understanding of the secular world is not vague at all.  A distant and lonely sound of bells changed the state of mind of the long-awaited Shaolin people. From the beginning to the end, no one shouted or even spoke. It was only after the lingering sound completely dissipated for a long time that the Luohan Hall was opened.  The old monk in the middle clasped his hands devoutly and proclaimed the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!" "From today on, we will recall all Shaolin disciples to reorganize the Shaolin monks group, and join the nearby township militia groups to protect the Songshan folks!"  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ PS: Thank you to the brothers of ¡®ÌìÏöÑ¡ºÝÁ÷¡¯ for playing  reward!
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