Volume 16: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword (Part 1) Chapter 375 Facing the Wall
Songshan, Shaolin.
Ever since the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Xinhu, stayed indoors and handed over all temple affairs to Master Xinmei, Shaolin disciples have rarely been seen in the martial arts world.
Master Xinmei felt that perhaps practicing martial arts was not the original intention of Bodhidharma to establish Shaolin and recruit disciples. The profound Buddhist teachings were what Shaolin monks should comprehend.
"In the next twenty years, will Shaolin Temple no longer be involved in the martial arts world?"
Su Weiyun climbed up Mount Song again and came to the Bodhidharma Cave.
Master Xinmei stood beside him, clasped his hands and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be so. The abbot said that Mr. can practice here on his own. I will go back to the temple to chant Zen first."
Su Weiyun also bowed and said, "Master, take care."
As expected, Master Xinmei immediately went down the mountain and disappeared .
Su Weiyun was the only one left in the Bodhidharma Cave.
The mountain wind blew outside the cave, raising dust and flying snow.
The white clouds in the sky float slowly, and suddenly turn into dark grey.
The clouds move and the wind blows, the clouds surge, everything follows the laws of nature, and the world flows on its own.
There is an indescribable tranquility between heaven and earth, as if once you enter a cave, you are isolated from the world; but in this tranquility lies a deep loneliness.
Only then did Su Weiyun realize how remarkable it was that Bodhidharma had sat in meditation here for nine full years.
He looked at the shadow cast on the mountain wall again.
Although the shadows on the stone wall are a little faint, they are clearly visible, from head to knees, exactly like the appearance of Bodhidharma when he was meditating here.
——Is it true that if a person meditates for nine years, he can manifest his sincerity and leave a mark on the stone?
——Is this a miracle that moves heaven and earth, or a far-fetched connection?
——Or was it that later generations deliberately carved it out and deliberately created a mysterious legend out of thin air in order to increase the fame of the sect?
Su Weiyun had a calm expression and sat down slowly, just like Bodhidharma did back then, sitting cross-legged in the cave.
At first, he would open his eyes and stare at the mountain wall, sometimes walking forward to take a closer look, and patiently studying and pondering.
But later on, he just sat quietly on the ground and didn't move at all.
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Wind and sun, spring, summer, autumn and winter.
In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed.
Flowers bloom and fade, water flows hurriedly, the white clouds in the sky have changed countless times, and even the cliffs between the mountains have grown countless flowers, plants and vines.
Vines break through cliffs, and dripping water wears away rock.
Even mountains and rocks change, so what else remains unchanged?
But it is said that people's hearts are easily changed.
The human heart is the easiest to change, but when it does not change, it is terrifyingly hard.
Su Weiyun was still sitting in front of the Bodhidharma Cave, maintaining the same look from beginning to end, as if nothing had changed.
The monks from Shaolin Temple would come up the mountain every day to bring him rice, vegetables and water, and he would occasionally give the monks some pointers on their martial arts.
Therefore, the monks who later made a special trip to deliver food to him made rapid progress in martial arts. When many Shaolin disciples learned about this , they vied to go up the mountain to deliver food, but Master Xinmei made a strict agreement with them, asking them to recite the scriptures and chant the Buddha's name well and not to have any false thoughts.
On the mountain road, a young monk jumped and danced swiftly, carrying a small wooden box in his hand. Soon he arrived in front of the cave where Bodhidharma was facing the wall.
"Donor, I left the food outside."
The little monk called out softly, put down the wooden box, and was about to leave.
He knew that the man in the cave had become obsessed with cultivation, looking at the shadow left by Bodhidharma day and night, and usually would not pay attention to outsiders.
Only when it is very coincidental, you can see him walk outside, take out his two swords and dance wildly for a while, sometimes long, sometimes short, and then put down the swords and go back to the cave to continue his meditation.
The young monk pondered secretly and looked at the two long swords placed at the entrance of the cave.
The sword was emerald green in color with an even luster, but the scabbard was a little cracked. It seemed that it had experienced countless battles and drank the blood of countless masters.
The other sword looked simple and plain at first glance, but it gave people a thrilling feeling, which was very magical.
Just as the young monk was about to leave, the man in the cave came out.
The man had unkempt hair, a spiky beard, and a face covered in dirt. At first glance, his clothes had at least a dozen holes in them, and his palms were so black that it was unbearable to look at.
Apart from the pair of eyes that were still shining, there was nothing else to see.
No one would have thought that the "savage" walking out of the cave was Su Weiyun, who was once famous and invincible.
But the little monk seemed to be accustomed to it and bowed to him respectfully.
Su Weiyun waved at him, then squatted down to pick up the lunch box and said, "Come and eat too."
The young monk quickly shook his hand and said, "I have already eaten. Please eat quickly, or it will get cold."
Su Weiyun didn't force it, but just said: "Okay, then 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 have something to say to you later."
When he spoke, his tone was a little stiff. It must have been a long time since he had spoken such a word.
The little monk looked at Su Weiyun strangely. When he came here before, even when he received Su Weiyun's instructions, he only spoke briefly and never said much. But today, he kept him here, and he didn't know what the deep meaning was.
After Su Weiyun finished a bowl of rice, he did not drink the pot of water directly, but poured the water into the bowl.
The young monk watched him take back the two swords that had been placed in front of the cave for a long time, put them next to the bowl, dipped his muddy left hand in some water, and carefully wiped the sword edges over and over again.
From the sword blade to the scabbard, it was wiped clean in a short while.
Su Weiyun picked up the two swords again, holding the Changsheng Sword in his left hand and the Xiaoxiang Sword in his right hand.
He suddenly moved.
The young monk could not describe the speed of this movement.
I just felt like a breeze blowing, and then Su Weiyun was in front of me.
There was also a sword stabbing straight towards his throat.
The little monk felt his whole body stiffen and he could not move. He could only shout out in surprise: "Donor!"
clang!
Just when the Xiaoxiang sword was about to pierce the little monk's throat, another sword blocked it.
There are no people in the vast mountains all year round. Of course, there will be no other swords here. The only one that can intercept us is another sword.
Sword of Immortality!
The two swords collided, just like two real dragons colliding, stirring up the sound of dragon roars and sword sounds!
Su Weiyun used the sword in his right hand to stab the little monk, but blocked it with the sword in his left hand. There were so many changes and uses in this move that it was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
The young monk wiped the cold sweat off his head, put his palms together, and said with a wry smile: "You scared me terribly, I thought you really went astray in your practice."
Su Weiyun laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, I haven't left the cave for a year. I have indeed fallen into a state of possession."
The little monk said: "Then..."
Su Weiyun said: "Although I was a demon before, I have put down my butcher knife now."
The little monk said, "Put down the butcher knife and you will become a Buddha right away. I wish you can become a Buddha soon."
Su Weiyun said: "Amitabha, Amitabha. I would like to thank you and Shaolin for your care over the past year."
The young monk said solemnly: "You are the benefactor of Shaolin, and these are nothing."
Looking from the top of the mountain, the ancient Shaolin Temple stands in the distance, majestic and magnificent.
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, just ask me. I don't want any scriptures. I am tired of reading them every day."
Su Weiyun asked: "Do you know where the shadow left by Bodhidharma in the cave came from?"
"This..." The little monk was a little embarrassed, and finally said: "I heard from my senior brother that it was probably... probably practiced by monks in later generations."
Su Weiyun laughed uncontrollably and threw a scripture from his arms into the little monk's arms.
"Hahahahahahaha, you are very honest, but you said something wrong! It doesn't matter, I will still give you this scripture!"
The little monk looked down at the Buddhist scripture in his arms, and suddenly he seemed to have caught a glimpse of something extraordinary.
"How could it be this sutra? Isn't it well preserved in the Sutra Library..."
When he looked up at Su Weiyun again, he could no longer see her.
The young monk scratched his head, thought for a while, and decided to go into the wall-facing cave to take a look.
He stepped into the Wall-Facing Cave and looked around, but found nothing unusual. The shadow of Bodhidharma was still intact and imprinted on the stone wall deep inside.
"How strange! How is it possible? Could this really be the shadow left by the ancestor?"
