Shaolin-Yijinjing of the Three Thieves
Bodhi trees have no trees, and the mirror platform is not a platform. There is nothing, so there is no dust.
In this life, the people I met and the things I did were all related to it-Yijinjing, a treasure of Shaolin Temple, a Buddhist classic that played an important role in his life. Chai worshipped him as a teacher and gave him calligraphy and iron coils. He studied Shaolin, practiced dog days in summer and Sanjiu in winter. He worked hard and won the favor of his master.
Master often stood under the tall pagoda tree in the temple to watch him practice and nodded slightly. Sometimes he looks into the distance through his body, his face is gloomy and he seems to have something on his mind. At that time, he didn't understand why the kind-hearted master had such an indescribable look on his face. It was not until the night after the "murder" that he realized that Master was not an ordinary lay disciple, nor was he a householder who was proud of the world. His life is only for a dynasty, a dynasty that no longer exists. Yijinjing is actually an important chess piece on the national chessboard of Master Fuxing. For decades, it has been like a shadow in master's heart, entangled in master's soul.
That night, there was a rumbling sound in the air, and dark clouds were pressing the city to destroy it, from far to near. Shaolin Temple finally turned the tide, and there was a sound of "killing" in the sutra depository, and everything was displayed in candlelight. When everything calmed down, Xuan Ci found that he was the only one who could act. His hand will determine the victory or defeat tonight and the survival of thousands of creatures in the future. The abbot of Lingmen tried his best to persuade him, and the master urged him at the top of his lungs. Everyone looked at him with desperate eyes.
Twenty years later, when the crisis once again pointed to the Millennium Temple and the Wulin of the Central Plains, the long-lost master once again stood on his opposite side, forcing himself to make a choice like cutting off his arm. At this point, I am already the abbot of Xuan Ci who upholds justice in the eyes of all, and I am also a martial arts master. He doesn't need to think too much, but someone has already decided.
The immortal couple who "only envy Yuanyang but not immortals" were teased by fate. Their child was robbed just after the full moon, and the original beauty was injured and scratched her face during the fight. From then on, there was a woman among the four villains in Jianghu. Her name was Ye Erniang. Heartbroken and helpless, he twisted the cold beads and buried all his worries in the depths of the gv 10.
Birth and entry into WTO are a life cycle. In this bustling and noisy world, rivers and lakes are in it, endless competition and humble life are the same everywhere, even the misty rain building and the Buddhist holy land are no exception. Holding the Book of Changes, he continued to wait until Xiao Feng suddenly appeared in Shaolin.
Tianlong-Qinggui Hanyuta
Shangguanfeng, Xiaguanhua, Cangshan Snow, Erhai Moon.
It is predicted that the gate of Lengyu Pagoda can be opened once every forty years with an immortal flame. If someone enters the Cold Jade Pagoda and freezes it at this time, the magic of the Cold Jade Pagoda can be suppressed and the world can be safe, but those who enter the Cold Jade Pagoda can live forever but cannot get away.
I don't know the true and false predictions, such as evil shadows in my heart, lingering. On the one hand, it is the peace of the world, on the other hand, it is the happiness of one's own life. It's hard to choose. Rabbit brush with ink flying. On the snow-white paper, a string of glittering and translucent black plum blossoms opened. Duan Lianrong has long been utterly confused.
Hair like running water, smile like flowers. Her memory, I'm afraid, will always stay in a teenager in white Lan Jian, holding her hand gently, and the wind will whisper. But things are unpredictable. Duan Lianrong never dreamed that Shexiang would get him drunk and enter the cold jade pagoda instead of himself. He woke up with a hangover, but the person he loved was separated by Yin and Yang.
That night, it snowed in Dali for a hundred years. Snowflakes are like dying butterflies, struggling and dancing, and the pale bodies annihilate the whole Dali. And he, just standing outside the cold jade pagoda, quietly stared at the pagoda that has existed for ten thousand years.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Cold air, sandalwood floating. The hall, which has been vigorously cleaned, is extremely clean. This spotless place.
For forty years, he has been eating vegetarian food, listening to bells in Sanskrit and reading the scriptures of Bayeux. He is gratified that he can now stand in Tianlong Temple and watch the sunset, and there is no need to recall it. I don't want to change anymore. I don't want any change, turmoil and reunion at this moment. He can't remember how long ago he said this to that woman.
When people are old, they just want to stay. Let everything stay. However, after 40 years of reincarnation, all that remains is legends, and the gate of Hanyu Pagoda is waiting to be reopened.
Emei-Love and hate.
The two mountains are opposite, the small one comes from the middle, and the three ones are the best in the world. Why look for Penglai in the sea?
Mu Rongfu's side, she makes tea to learn ink, she plays the piano and dances the sword, she is eloquent, and she is full of praise for wine. She tried her best to play the role of "A Bi", but she didn't know what different sisters with different personalities would look like under the same appearance, and turned a blind eye to the loving eyes around her.
Who knows how many people have missed a sweet word? The beauty of heroes is an insurmountable barrier. If you don't want to spend three days, gentle village will brew uncompromising parting. She drifted away, leaving behind fragrance and brilliance everywhere.
But for Mu Rongfu, the happiness at hand was destroyed by surprise. It seems that a full bow just took an arrow to the place of hope, but it turned into a heavy blow and broke into a mess. Watching the hope disappear, the wreckage is full of hands. The sweet beginning is waiting to fall, just like love is disappointing and oath is betrayal. He fell into the bottom of the well and was stabbed by a sharp cone. He was deeply hurt and his heart was broken. For a bi, falling in love with someone who has never loved her, her soul has been unable to cross the other shore.
Qingqing Meng still dances sword in the bamboo forest every day. For the sake of national rejuvenation, she refused the last pity, burned the past and sealed the present with a heart. Desolate, she can only dance with her long hair, because her heart chose her life. I don't know if she will remember the splendor of those three days.
Wudang-the first mountain in the world
Wudang Mountain is a combination of seclusion, wonder, beauty and beauty, with different scenery in four seasons.
According to legend, when the Yellow Emperor ruled the world, the Prince of Jingle Kingdom ascended to immortality in Wudang. Later, it was named "the mysterious god swings the magic Buddha". During the Spring and Autumn Period, both Lao Zi and Yin practiced in this mountain. During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, more than 400 people lived in seclusion in this mountain. Static braking, softness and rigidity, endless cycle. Wudang kungfu reflects future generations and shines through the ages.
Wu Tangmen is famous for his chivalry, and his classmates are very affectionate. This time last year, I would accompany my sister Han Zhi to go hiking, fly kites, laugh and overlap. At the end of that spring, a pomegranate bloomed in the yard. He broke off a branch and gave it to his school sister. In the breeze, the trembling red flowers are as bright as clouds. My sister's face turned pale red, the crow bun hung low in the early morning sun, and her white pointed face was almost translucent.
Since the top scholar Huang Shang came to Wudang Mountain, my school sister has seen, talked about and thought about him in her eyes, mouth and heart. A talented person and a beautiful woman, flowers bloom and feet fall, and butterflies have wings. Both hearts are happy every morning and evening. Lin Lingsu see in the eye, pain in the heart. Doesn't he know that beauty is hard to get again? In this world, there is only one school sister named Han Zhi among the six great teachers. It's not that I don't understand, it's just fate. After all, the so-called childhood friends, the so-called two small conjectures, are just brothers and sisters in my sister's heart. Master Zhang is a descendant of the 32nd generation. He is now the master of Wu Tang clan and the biological father of his sister. Master's ordinary classics are often lent to friends and disciples, but some lost classics in fumo temple have never been lent out, and even his disciples have never seen them. It is said that it was because Master made a major mistake when he was young, a mistake that he would regret all his life. Forty years ago, a generation of grandmasters wrote Xiao Wu's Secret Book of "xianggong" on the edge of the lost Du Xuanjing in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. This book is a unique method of the bard, magical and unique. However, due to his close personal relationship with Wuyazi, the master got this secret recipe of martial arts. Later, my grandmaster passed away, but I didn't tell Master this record. Many years later, Jiu Mozhi, a Tibetan monk, came to Wudang Mountain to borrow Du Xuanjing, and Master readily agreed. As a result, a small amount of work flowed into Tubo, which had a great influence on the Wulin in the Central Plains. Master regretted it, but it was helpless and of no help. Since then, the classics in the enchanted devil's temple have been forbidden to be borrowed.
Huang Shang was shut out, and many Taoist classics that had already disappeared in the world still disappeared. Lin Lingsu understands Huang Shang's disappointment, but he hopes he can leave as soon as possible. Master once said that Wudang Wushu has a "five don't preach" commandment, that is, "those who are soft and fragile, those who are in danger, those who are aggressive, those who drink too much and those who show too little" can't preach. He himself knows that as a Wudang disciple, he should put righteousness first and be open-minded. It is better to forget the Jianghu than to miss you all over the world. Lin Lingsu knew it was a lie. At least, he can't do it. Especially when he overheard the conversation between Huang Shang and his school sister, and learned that Huang Shang asked her to help him read the Taoist scriptures, his anger was full of roar and hoofbeat. Deep in the dust-free skin, angry dust is rolling. He said that he would go to master and expose the two of them preaching in private. Then he saw my pool-like eyes covered with a faint mist. Behind the mist, there seems to be a figure. His heart is torn by something called love, and it hurts faintly.
Looking for a sword for 30 years, the leaves fall off the branches. Since I saw the peach blossom, I have never doubted it until now. After all, he can't bear to do anything wrong to her, which will only add sadness to himself.