Chapter 315 Chu Pingsheng: Mu Wanqing, it’s your turn to fulfill your promise
This little girl seemed to think he was slow, so she walked over directly, took Chu Pingsheng’s wrist and walked to Ruan Xingzhu and A’Zhu, showing off expression.
"Azi, you...what did you call him?"
"Dad."
Azi held Chu Pingsheng's arm, her little face pressed against his shoulders, with an unusually intimate look.
A'Zhu's eyes widened and he looked at his sister in disbelief.
In this world, there are many people who consider thieves as their fathers, but this is the first time that she has seen a monk as her father.
Ruan Xingzhu grabbed her shoulders and shook her: "Azi, what's wrong with you? Wake up! Your father is Duan Zhengchun, the king of Dali Zhennan, not him."
"Mom, I'm going to faint if you shake me again."
Azi broke free from her restraints: "I don't have that kind of irresponsible father, he is my father."
After saying that, he called Chu Pingsheng sweetly, "Dad."
"Hey, good daughter." The monk smiled happily and touched her head with his hand, looking like a loving father and a filial daughter.
A'Zhu's body swayed, and he stared at Chu Pingsheng with an angry look on his face: "You monster monk, what kind of magic did you use on A'Zi?"
She looked at A Bi again, She wanted to get some advice from her sister, but who would have thought that when she saw her, she would turn her head to one side and stare at Qingqing Ping Lake in a daze.
“Oh, sister, my dad is so good to me, why would he be willing to use magic?” Ah Zi pouted her mouth, very unconvinced: “I also said that Duan Zhengchun gave you the ecstasy soup, what if If it weren’t for him, would you have become someone else’s maid? Could my mother have been a widow for so many years? Could I have been taken away by Ding Chunqiu and frightened day and night?”
This is indeed true.
"But...then you can't...did you know that he is a great evil person? People in the world call him a perverted monk, an evil monk, and a monster monk."
"I know. , But so what, he is good to me."
The mother and daughter were speechless for a moment, not knowing how to respond.
Azi blinked and flicked the braid that was tilted to her right ear: "He is not only good to me, he is also good to you."
"He...is good to me?" A'Zhu seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
“Yes, you don’t have to listen to Mr. Murong anymore, because he has already given you to your father. So do you think that with the relationship between mother and father, he can treat you as a maid? "You want me to do it?"
"What did you say? Young Master, I..."
A'Zhu's expression changed drastically, and he looked at A Bi for confirmation, but his good sister nodded. Give him a look of sympathy.
Not only did Murong Fu give Abi to Monk Kong, but he also sold her?
"Master...he...how could he do this? Is he worthy of the dead master and his wife?" A'Zhu staggered and almost fell down.
Abi said quietly: "This matter is the master's idea."
"The master's idea?"
Murong Bo is not dead after all? And the first thing he did after "resurrection" was to treat her as an object and give her to the empty monk as a slave?
“It’s your conspiracy again, right?” A’Zhu pointed at Chu Pingsheng’s nose and said, “You despicable and shameless villain!”
"Hey, you are not allowed to talk about my father like that."
Azi pushed A'Zhu and almost pushed her into the lake.
"You...you actually pushed me for him?"
"I not only pushed you, but if you scolded him again, I would also beat you." Azi said confidently: "On the way I heard Sister Abi say, if there is no father, can you find mother? Can she recognize us? Now that father has helped you redeem yourself and let you get rid of your identity as a maid, you are still like this. Tell him, has your conscience been eaten by a dog? "
A'Zhu was stunned by his own sister.
Turning around, he saw the weak-tempered Ruan Xingzhu wiping away tears. He raised his hand and wanted to slap her, but in the end he couldn't do it.
“You did such a thing to your mother, and you still have the nerve...”
“My mother is not married, so what’s wrong with me bringing her and my father together? Do you want her to go find me? Is Duan Zhengchun that bastard?" Ah Zi walked up to Chu Pingsheng and said with a flattering look on his face: "Is it... dad?"
"Well, that's right"
Chu Pingsheng. It's really stupid to say that A'Zi has no concept of good and evil, but in terms of her ability to act according to the wind, to be messy and to please people, she is definitely a good player.
Mu Wanqing was present that night when Ah Zi gave her mother the aphrodisiac. At that time, she thought Ah Zi was unruly and surly. But now after hearing what she said, she was completely overcome by her logic. No wonder those two became father and daughter. Well, with this weird brain circuit, ordinary people can’t catch up even if their butt is swollen.
What does it mean to pimp your own mother? When I turn my prostitute into my father, I don't call it pimping, I call it filial piety. Everything is for my mother's good.
Pop!
A'Zhu couldn't bear it anymore and slapped his sister.
“You dare to hit me?”
"You are eating the inside out and you should be beaten."
"Sister Abi has told me that you are the one who is eating the inside out. You used to be a dog for the Xianbei people, you took a heartless Bai people as your father, and you want to be with the Khitan people. Elope, you are a disgrace to the Han people.”
Azi was slapped, how could she let it go? The two of them immediately got into a fight, she grabbed her hair, she pulled her clothes, she pinched her, She grabbed her, it was no different from fighting a shrew.
Ruan Xingzhu’s head was fried and he quickly went to start a fight with his two daughters.
Duan Yu was anxiously behind him, saying "Stop fighting". You Tanzhi wanted to help Ah Zi, but didn't know how to help. After all, Ah Zhu was Ah Zi's sister, and neither of them had any idea. Use martial arts and tear with strength.
Chu Pingsheng stood behind and watched for a while, then winked at You Tanzhi: "Let's go to the South Bank. It's time to teach you a set of martial arts."
"Master, these...they..."
"Don't worry, you won't die."
Chu Pingsheng dropped a sentence that sounded very callous and walked towards the wooden house on the other side of Pinghu Lake.
You Tanzhi hesitated for a while and then caught up.
Abi was also hesitant, but finally decided to wait for A'Zhu to calm down before having a good talk with her, so she followed the cheap master and apprentice pair away.
……
Half an hour later.
Inside the wooden house on the south bank of Xiaojing Lake. Abi held a willow branch that was sprouting green and flicked it gently at Chu Pingsheng's signal. The water droplets on it fell on the scriptures that were pressed down by the ruler, and soon became wet.
Strangely enough, a humanoid pattern vaguely appeared under the unfamiliar Sanskrit characters. It turned out to be a man in strange clothes. His head and feet were bent backward as much as possible, and the whole person curled up into a flesh ball. His right hand passed between his feet. Then, the left hand stretched out from between the right arm and right foot, and the five fingers were twisted and twisted, forming a very strange seal.
“Do you see the picture above clearly?” Chu Pingsheng said expressionlessly.
You Tanzhi retracted his gaze towards Bei'an and concentrated on reading the contents of the page.
“I saw it.”
“Write it down. Starting from tomorrow, you will practice according to the postures in the picture. When you have achieved the conditioning of all the bones and the nine orifices, you can continue. Practice the poses on the next page.”
You Tanzhi looked at the figure that was slowly fading, and then at Master Jianyi to make sure he heard correctly.
"Master, you...you mean, let me practice according to that person's posture? This...the person above is practicing?"
He looked left and right. , I don’t understand what this is.
Abi also expressed curiosity.
Fist palm kung fu? I have never seen anyone shrink themselves into a ball.
The posture of firing a concealed weapon? Are you trying to beat yourself up like a big meat bomb?
Weapon skills? I didn't see any weapons in that man's hands.
Internal strength? Regardless of whether it is Taoism or Buddhism, this is not the case.
“Never seen it? It’s normal.” Chu Pingsheng walked to the back window facing the lake and looked at the rippling microwaves and the small mirror lake dyed golden by the setting sun: “This is the secret of Tianzhu’s yoga. The full name of the technique is Magadha's Desire Samadhi Sutra, or Shenzu Sutra for short."
"Isn't this the Yijin Sutra?"
Abi thought that the figure that appeared after getting wet was a method of practicing the Yi Jin Jing. After all, she often heard people say that although the Yi Jin Jing was the number one internal skill in Buddhism, few people in Shaolin Temple had practiced it over the years.
"Yes, and no."
Chu Pingsheng raised his head slightly, the lake breeze blew on his face, and kissed his sword eyebrows gently.
“The ancient monks of Tianzhu used the juice of a plant to draw a picture of the Divine Foot Sutra on this book. It needed wet water to appear. Later, it was acquired by a senior monk in a temple and was used as a wordless sutra. Zhongtu, and copied the scriptures of Patriarch Bodhidharma in Sanskrit. "So, the content of the Shenzu Sutra is true, and the Yijin Sutra is false?"
"No, the Yi Jin Jing is also true. This volume contains two classics in one book."
"!!!!!!"
Abi and You Tanzhi looked at each other in shock, this There are actually two sets of inner strength and mental methods in the book of scriptures?
"Sister A'Zhu told me that I would like to trade you a useless Shaolin Temple scripture, and you can't read Sanskrit. It's a very good deal. Don't you know that this scripture can also help Tibetan people?" The national master Jiumozhi has become your thug, and he has the Divine Foot Sutra of the ancient monks of Tianzhu. In fact, she has suffered a big loss."
"Who said I can't understand Sanskrit?" Chu Pingsheng said with a smile. If I don’t understand Sanskrit, do you think the monks at Tianlong Temple will look at me favorably and recognize my identity as a disciple of Zen Master Kumu?”
"That means the Yi Jin Jing cannot be practiced?"
"It is quite difficult for ordinary people, but for me... ha..."
His words were contemptuous, which was obvious. Practicing the Yi Jin Jing is not difficult.
Abi sighed: "If Jiumozhi can't become famous after practicing again and again, I don't know if he will regret making a deal with you."
"You said this , do you regret it? ”
Abi's expression changed, and she quickly put the wicker stick into the basin and knelt down on the ground: "Abi didn't dare."
Chu Pingsheng said softly: "It's not just that he can't become famous by practicing, he has learned Taoist tricks. Wu Xiang Gong went to study the Buddhist Yi Jin Jing again, haha... Who does he think he is?"
Abi raised her head and looked at his back that was blocking her sight like a wall, and felt evil all over her body. Cold, I couldn't help but shudder.
Could it be that... he made a deal with Jiumozhi at Tianlong Temple in Dali, exchanged the Small Wuxiang Kung Fu for the Flame Knife, and traded the Yi Jin Jing on Leigu Mountain in exchange for Jiumozhi's helping hand? This was all calculated?
If this is the case, poor Tubo Imperial Master still doesn’t know that he is being treated as a monkey.
……
It’s night.
The lake breeze in February is still damp and cold, and the flame of the red candle looks like a very cold woman, trembling slightly from time to time, and occasionally in a trance.
The moonlight shines on a lake that is quiet and calm.
In the waterside pavilion near the lake, the tea soup is boiling in the small red mud stove, and the aroma is subtle.
Chu Pingsheng placed the rosary on the tawny chopping board sprinkled with a few drops of water, picked up the purple clay cup in front of him, and took a sip of the old tea. The fragrance was still the same, but it was less refreshing.
Abi put away the bedding that had become damp after being away for many days, and replaced it with a bright red, clean bedding embroidered with lotus flowers. It had been exposed to the sun in the afternoon and was full of sunshine.
She smoothed the wrinkles with her hands, arranged the pillows, lowered the curtains outside, and took small steps outside.
“Master, the bedding has been changed.”
“Where is You Tanzhi?”
"Young Master You is still practicing the Shenzu Sutra over at Diaoyutai."
"Okay, go and do your work."
Chu Pingsheng bent his fingers backward, and Abi bowed and stepped back. Went to the north bank of Xiaojing Lake to find A'Zhu.
After a while, he walked to the edge of the water pavilion, looked at the stars, and poured the still warm tea in the purple clay cup into the lake.
“Are you a monk who is so particular? Do you think the old tea doesn’t taste good?”
The bead curtain swayed slightly, and Mu Wanqing, dressed in black, walked behind him.
“The taste has changed.”
“It’s because you are naughty, Master Kong.”
Her face is hidden under the curtain, and the change in expression cannot be seen, but Everyone can hear the sarcasm in his words.
(End of this chapter)