Volume 17: The Sentimental Swordsman and the Ruthless Sword (Part 2) Chapter 409: The Mystery of the Wall-Facing Cave
Facing the wall in the cave, everything remains the same.
The imprint of the shadow is still clear.
The shadow cast by Bodhidharma during his nine years of meditation in the legend seems to be born on the stone wall. It has not changed before, it is not changing now, and it will not change in the future.
Su Weiyun followed the footsteps of Old Man Tianji and entered the cave.
Old man Tianji stared at the photo for a long time without saying a word. He was in a daze and when the words came to his lips, he didn't know where to start.
“Dharma…”
Su Weiyun's feelings may be more profound than those of old man Tianji, because the sword technique he is very good at is the rare "Dharma Sword Technique" in ancient and modern times.
Old Man Tianji sighed, "When Patriarch Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years, who could have known what happened?"
Su Weiyun said: "We should all know this."
When he left the cave, he told the young monk who brought him food: The "shadow left behind" by Bodhidharma was not fabricated by later generations, but was indeed left by Bodhidharma in the cave.
But it is certainly not the case that after Bodhidharma sat in meditation, his shadow was really imprinted on the stone wall. There must be another origin behind this.
Old Man Tianji said, "Many years ago, I came here and watched the photo of people facing the wall. I guessed for a long time and thought that it was probably that Bodhidharma used his inner strength to press his body against the stone wall bit by bit!"
It would certainly be incredible for ordinary people to carve a mark on the mountain wall with their flesh and blood, but with the power of Master Bodhidharma, it was not difficult to do so.
Old Man Tianji said: "Dharma left his shadow on the mountain wall, which means that he has forgotten all his martial arts in this cave ."
When these words were spoken, the sound was deafening.
As if a secret had been revealed, the sound of the wind outside the cave suddenly became faster.
What Old Man Tianji said was something that no one in Shaolin Temple, including the abbot, would ever have guessed.
——A shadow on the mountain wall, but it embodies all the martial arts efforts of Bodhidharma?
If such words were spoken out, even if everyone knew that Old Man Tianji was a storyteller by profession, they would inevitably sneer and laugh at him.
But Su Weiyun actually nodded and said, "Yes."
"When I saw that shadow, I always felt a mysterious and subtle feeling constantly impacting my heart. I stayed in seclusion for two years and finally improved my Bodhidharma swordsmanship to a higher level."
After Bodhidharma's swordsmanship improved, he would be able to use this Buddhist swordsmanship to restrain the murderous aura of the "Thirteen Deadly Swords", thus achieving the balance of yin and yang.
Only then can he use the earth-shattering "Fatal Fifteenth Sword".
Elder Tianji said, "Dharma meditated in the cave and created 72 unique skills. It is already amazing for monks in later generations to be able to cultivate more than ten unique skills at the same time. No one has ever been able to master them all."
"Is there such a huge difference in qualifications between other monks and Bodhidharma?"
Su Weiyun replied, "Of course not. Because the 72 unique skills are the martial arts that Bodhidharma wanted to forget. They have flaws. If you give them to others to practice, the power will certainly be good, but it is impossible for them to practice to the highest level."
Elder Tianji suddenly turned his head, stared at Su Weiyun closely, and asked, " So you think so too?"
Su Weiyun said: "What's the point of thinking this way?"
"What's the point? What's the point? Everything in this world is born and dies on its own. What's the point?"
Old man Tianji suddenly sat down on the ground, the Tianji stick in his hand slipped away, and he kept talking nonsense.
"Although I am called the Old Man Tianji, how can I really comprehend the secrets of heaven and understand the significance of the operation of heaven's secrets?"
Su Weiyun stared at Old Man Tianji, feeling indescribable.
Hu Bugui and Old Man Tianji both reached the state of "about to forget but not yet forgotten", trying to strive for the divine state of sitting and forgetting, but in the end one ended up going crazy while the other became obsessed.
The martial arts of the two were also inexplicable, fluctuating and difficult to estimate.
If Su Weiyun had not seen the image in the Facing Wall Cave and clearly knew that Bodhidharma must be a powerful person at the "god-man" level, he would have doubted whether such a level really existed in the martial arts.
Old man Tianji was shaking his head and muttering to himself, but no one knew what he was saying.
Su Weiyun suddenly said: "In fact, I have seen more than one mark left by this god."
Elder Tianji's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked sternly , "Where else are there traces left by the gods?"
Su Weiyun said, "I came across that place by chance while traveling around the world, but now I can no longer go there."
The light in Old Man Tianji's eyes dimmed slightly, but he still asked, "Can you tell me?"
Su Weiyun said: "I once saw a magic sword in a sword house. The sword was like a spirit snake, climbing on the wall. At first it seemed nothing special, but the more I looked at it, the more I felt that there seemed to be a great way flowing in it, forming its own sect."
He was referring to the Spirit Snake Sword of Gu Xian, a certain generation of "Master Gu", which he saw on the "Sword Wall" of Bashan Sword Pavilion.
That experience of watching swords made him deeply touched. He understood what kendo was and found his direction.
Elder Tianji said: "Spirit Snake Sword... The Dao is passed down in the sword art. It turns out that there are such gods in the sword art."
Su Weiyun said: "That person's sword intent was obviously 'forgotten' in his sword."
Old Man Tianji said: "But my martial arts cannot be forgotten in my stick. What use would I have for this Tianji stick?!"
He stood up suddenly, grasped the two ends of the Tianji stick in each hand, gathered his internal strength, and twisted it hard.
With a "bang", the Tianji Divine Stick, which was ranked first on the weapon list, was broken into two halves by him!
"Forget, forget, forget!"
Old man Tianji was disheveled and threw the wooden stick aside, yelling and raging.
He no longer had the demeanor of a hermit master or the best in the martial arts world.
Su Weiyun slowly picked up the broken stick and sighed, "It's a pity that there will be no more Tianji Stick Technique from now on."
Old Man Tianji ran out of the cave and shouted, "There is no Tianji stick in the world anymore. Whoever wants to kill me can do it!"
He used his arms as sticks and danced wildly in the air, creating phantoms and sounds of breaking through the air. His moves were sometimes sophisticated, sometimes foolish, sometimes clever, and sometimes clumsy.
This is the best "Tianji Stick Technique" in the world.
Shaolin is the ancestry of martial arts, but when Old Man Tianji used the Tianji stick technique on Mount Songshan, there was absolutely no suspicion of showing off one's skills before an expert; on the contrary, perhaps most of the martial arts in Shaolin Temple could not compare to his stick technique.
Su Weiyun chased after him and looked at old man Tianji from afar, watching him perform the same moves over and over again. As time went by, Su Weiyun had almost learned 30 to 40 percent of the Tianji stick technique.
The sun sets, the clouds stop, the moon rises, and the stars shine.
Until the end, the old man Tianji was already panting, but he was still saying: "I don't have a stick in my hand, and there is no stick in my heart. How can I forget? How can I forget!"
There was a hint of sadness in Su Weiyun's eyes. He didn't know if he would become like this in the future.
He, Shangguan Jinhong, Tianji Lao Ren, and Hu Bugui are all people at the same level, but he and Shangguan Jinhong have not yet become so obsessed.
——Is it because Old Man Tianji is too obsessed with forgetting that he can’t forget it even more?
Su Weiyun walked over slowly and said to Elder Tianji: "What we need to forget is the intention, not the moves. It will be useless even if you practice the stick technique a thousand times."
Old Man Tianji said in a daze: "It will be useless even if I hit him a thousand times. It will always be useless."
Su Weiyun said, "I originally wanted to ask you to help me and Li Xunhuan deal with Shangguan Jinhong, but it seems that it is no longer possible."
When Old Man Tianji heard the names of "Shangguan Jinhong" and "Li Xunhuan", he seemed to sober up a little, and said with a wry smile: "It has been a long time since I died, otherwise I would have taken action in the pavilion that time!"
Su Weiyun said: "What about your granddaughter? Sun Xiaohong has fallen in love with Li Xunhuan , you must know that."
"Xiaohong..."
Su Weiyun said: "If Li Xunhuan was killed, she would definitely not be able to escape."
"With her personality, she will never run away."
Old Man Tianji actually stood up slowly, as if he had cheered up a little, and asked, "Where are they? I'll go down the mountain with you to find them!"
