Songshan, Shaolin.

Since the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Xinhu, stayed away from leaving and all the affairs in the temple were left to Master Xinmei, Shaolin disciples almost stopped walking in the martial arts world.

Master Xinmei felt that perhaps practicing martial arts was not the original intention of Master Bodhidharma to establish Shaolin and recruit disciples. The profound Buddhist teachings were what Shaolin monks should understand carefully.

"In the next twenty years, will Shaolin Temple no longer enter the world?"

Su Weiyun climbed Mount Song again and arrived in front of the Bodhidharma Cave.

Master Xinmei stood beside him, clasped his hands and said, "No surprise, this should be the case. The abbot said that Master Su can practice here by himself, so I will go back to the temple to recite Zen first."

Su Weiyun also politely said, "Master, walk slowly."

As expected, Master Xinmei went down the mountain immediately and disappeared when he was young.

Only Su Weiyun was left in the Damo Cave.

The wind blows across the mountain outside the cave, blowing dust and snow.

The white clouds in the sky are lingering, and suddenly they become blue dogs.

Clouds move and wind pass by, wind rises and clouds surging, everything is the law, and the world flows independently.

The indescribable tranquility between heaven and earth is as if it is isolated from the world as soon as it enters a cave; but in this tranquility there is deep loneliness and loneliness.

Only then did Su Weiyun realize how amazing it was for Patriarch Bodhidharma to sit here for nine years.

He looked at a shadow reflected on the mountain wall again.

Although the shadow marks on the stone wall are a little light, they are clearly visible. From head to knee, they are like the way Master Bodhidharma was meditating here.

——Can a person meditates for nine years really manifest his sincerity and leaves traces on the stone?

——Is this a moving miracle or a far-fetched link?

——Or did later generations deliberately craft it and deliberately create a mysterious legend out of thin air to increase the reputation of the sect?

Su Weiyun's face was calm and she sat down slowly, just like the ancestor Bodhidharma of that year, she also sat cross-legged in this cave.

At first, he opened his eyes and stared at the mountain wall, and sometimes went forward to take a closer look, and patiently studied and pondered.

But after that, he sat down on the ground and stopped moving.

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Wind and rainy, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

More than a year has passed in a blink of an eye.

Flowers bloom and fade, the flowing water is in a hurry, and the white clouds in the sky have changed many times, and even the cliffs in the mountains have grown countless flowers, plants and vines.

The vines break through the cliffs, and even dripping water passes through the stones.

The rocks will change, but what else remains unchanged?

But I think that old friends' hearts are easy to change.

The human heart is the easiest to change, but when it remains unchanged, it is terriblely hard.

Su Weiyun was still sitting in front of the Damo Cave, still maintaining that way from beginning to end, as if there had been no change.

The monks of Shaolin Temple will come up the mountain every day to deliver rice, vegetables and clear water to him. He will occasionally give guidance to the monks' martial arts.

So later, the monk who made a special trip to deliver food to him gradually made great progress in martial arts. Many Shaolin disciples learned about this and tried to go up the mountain to deliver food. However, Master Xinmei made a strict agreement to ask them to recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name well without any false thoughts.

Between the mountain road, a young monk jumped and jumped, and was quick-witted. He was holding a small wooden box in his hand. He arrived in front of the hole facing the wall of Damo in a short while.

"Donor, the monk put the meal outside."

The little monk called out softly, put down the wooden box, and wanted to leave by himself.

He knew that the man in the cave had become fascinated by cultivation and looked at the shadow left by Master Bodhidharma day and night, and usually he would not pay attention to outsiders.

Only when it was a coincidence could he see him walking outside and taking out his two swords and dancing around for a while. Time went on and off, and then put down his sword and went back to the hole to continue to comprehend.

The little monk thought secretly and looked at the two long swords placed at the entrance of the cave.

A sword turned green and had a uniform luster, but the scabbard was a little broken. It seemed that I had experienced many battles and many masters' blood.

The other sword looks simple and unpretentious, but it makes people feel thrilling and very wonderful.

The little monk was about to leave, but the man in the cave walked out.

The man's hair was fluffy, his beard was thorny, and his face was covered with dirt. At first glance, there were at least a dozen holes in his clothes, and his palms were pitch black, which made people unbearable to look at them.

Except for those eyes that were still shiny, there was no other place to see.

No one would have thought that this "savage" who came out of the cave was Su Weiyun, who was famous in the world and could not be defeated by anyone.

But the young monk seemed to be used to it and respectfully bowed to him.

Su Weiyun waved to him, then squatted down to pick up the lunch box, and said, "You come and eat too."

The little monk quickly shook his hand and said, "I've eaten it a long time ago. Donor, please eat it quickly, why don't it get cold soon."

Su Weiyun didn't force herself, but just said, "Okay, I'll eat it."

The little monk was about to go down the mountain, but Su Weiyun said again: "If you don't leave, I will explain it to you later."

When he spoke, his tone was a little stiff. It must have been a long time since he said this.

The little monk looked at Su Weiyun strangely. Even when he was guided by Su Weiyun, he was just concise and concise. He never said much, but he kept him today. I don’t know what the deep meaning was.

After Su Weiyun finished a bowl of rice, he did not drink the pot of clean water directly, but poured the water into the bowl.

The little monk looked at him and took back the two swords that had been placed in front of the cave for a long time, placed them by the bowl, dipped some water with his left hand covered in mud, and carefully wiped the sword tip over and over again.

From the sword face to the scabbard, it was wiped clean in a short while.

Su Weiyun picked up the two swords again, holding the Sword of Eternal Life in his left hand and the Xiaoxiang Sword in his right hand.

He suddenly moved.

The little monk could not describe the speed of this movement.

I just felt as if the breeze was blowing, and then Su Weiyun came to me.

There was also a sword that stabbed straight towards his throat.

The little monk felt stiff all over his body and could not move, so he could only exclaim loudly: "Donor!"

Clam!

Just as the Xiaoxiang sword was about to stab the little monk's throat, another sword stopped it.

There are no one in the vast mountains all year round, so of course there will be no other sword here, and only another sword can be intercepted.

The Sword of Eternal Life!

The two swords fighting each other, like two real dragons colliding, stirring up the dragon's roar and sword sound!

Su Weiyun used the sword in his right hand to stab the little monk, but also stopped him with the sword in his left hand. There were many changes and endless magical uses, which was no longer something that ordinary people could understand.

The little monk touched the cold sweat on his head, put his palms together, and smiled bitterly: "The donor has scared the little monk so much. I think the donor has really practiced to the point of being in a devil."

Su Weiyun laughed: "Hahahaha, I haven't come out of the cave for a year and I've indeed fallen into a state of being possessed by the devil."

The little monk said, "Then..."

Su Weiyun said: "It's just that although I was a demon before, I have put down my butcher's knife now."

The little monk said: "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. I wish the donor a Buddha as soon as possible."

Su Weiyun said: "Amitabha, Amitabha. I would like to thank you and Shaolin for their care over the past year."

The young monk said seriously: "The donor is the benefactor of Shaolin, and these are nothing."

Looking from the mountain, the ancient Shaolin temple stands far away, with a majestic momentum and a magnificent atmosphere.

Su Weiyun suddenly said, "Okay, I'll ask you a question. If you answer honestly, I'll give you a scripture."

The little monk laughed and said, "Donor, you ask, I don't want any scriptures, I'm tired of reading every day."

Su Weiyun said: "Do you know how the shadow left by Master Bodhidharma in the cave came from?"

"This..." the young monk was a little embarrassed and finally said, "I heard from my senior brother that it is probably...it was probably practiced by monks in later generations."

Su Weiyun laughed uncontrollably and threw a scripture from her arms into the little monk's arms.

"Hahahahahahaha, you are very honest, but you said it wrong! It doesn't matter, I'll give this scripture to you!"

The little monk looked down at the scriptures in his arms, and suddenly seemed to have seen something extraordinary.

"How could it be this sutra? Isn't this a good offering in the Sutra Pavilion..."

When he looked up and looked at Su Weiyun, he could no longer see anyone.

The little monk scratched his head, thought for a while, and decided to go into the hole facing the wall to take a look.

He stepped into the hole in the face wall and looked at it for a week, but found no abnormality. The shadow of Master Bodhidharma was imprinted on the deep stone wall, and was still intact.

"Strange, how is that possible? Is this really the shadow left by the ancestor?"

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ps: Only one update.

The next volume enters the second volume of "The Swordsman of the Passionate Sword". The reason for this is that the second volume of the original "The Swordsman of the Passionate Swordsman" should be called "The Soul of the Iron Bold", and the first volume is the original "The Swordsman of the Passionate Swordsman". The plot separation between the two is quite obvious. In order to respect the original work, two consecutive volumes are divided into.

As for the nickname "The First Sword of the Wind and Clouds" it should be "The Prodigal Son in the Border Town", some mistakenly made it into the ruthless swordsman.
Chapter completed!