Chapter 563

Suzhou is only a hundred kilometers away from Shanghai, which is very close. Yan Xiaowen drives an A8 to Suzhou alone, leaving Lao Liu in Shanghai to receive the guests coming to the wedding.

He left Shanghai in the afternoon and arrived in Gusu in the evening.

After driving around the outer ring of Gusu, the car drove to the southwest suburb, gradually away from the high-rise buildings. After driving for nearly an hour, the car slowed down. Looking at the nearly bald poplar trees on both sides and the familiar and strange village, Yan Xiaowen not only had some feelings.

I haven't been to kuchan temple for half a year. I don't know how he is.

There are still 300 meters away from kuchan temple. Yan Xiaowen stops the car. Kuchan temple is not a famous ancient temple. There are few Pilgrims. Moreover, most of the acquaintances in the nearby villages and some tourists come here to play.

The setting sun is setting in the west, and the faint red light shines on the simple plaque, which makes the three words of kuchan Temple appear vicissitudes. In succession, a few people come out of the temple. Yan Xiaowen takes a deep breath and walks in on the withered leaves.

There are two courtyards inside and outside kuchan temple, which are declined to visit. The outer courtyard is not small. It is two acres in size. In the middle is the main hall. On both sides are various Buddhist temples, such as the Tibetan king and GuanShiYin.

Squatting in front of a two meter high copper censer, which has nearly half of the ash, but also some fingers thick incense is burning to the end.

Around some cleaning little monk, and Yan Xiaowen brush past, slightly to his worship. In the East, there is a tall two-story building with a big bell hanging on it. Two young monks hit it lightly, making a heavy thump sound. It means it's nearly six o'clock now.

It's time for the temple to finish offering incense to pilgrims.

Yan Xiaowen stopped a little monk sweeping the floor and said politely, "little master, where is silent master?"

The little monk said, "you mean silent elder martial brother? Generally, he doesn't see pilgrims. What can I do for you? If you want to solve the problem, you can find me master Wu. "

Yan Xiaowen quickly shook his head and said, "little master, please go to help inform me that a man surnamed Yan is looking for him. It's about the great event of my ancestors' foundation."

The little monk touched his head and looked at Yan Xiaowen's face. He was very worried and said, "why don't you come back tomorrow? Now the temple is closing."

"This - little master, please. I have to see Master silence today." Yan Xiaowen takes out a stack of banknotes from his pocket and gives them to the little monk.

The little monk quickly dodged and said, "I'm a Buddhist disciple. I don't accept this. Benefactor, if you have money, you'd better go to relieve the poor. I think you're really worried. Go and ask for help. As for whether elder martial brother silent will see you, I don't know." With that, the little monk ran to a cross courtyard meditation room in the West.

After half a minute, the little monk ran over and said, "brother silent said that he didn't see anyone. He told you to go back. He also said that you don't have to come to him in the future. Whatever you decide for yourself, he wants to practice in secret."

"This --" Yan Xiaowen's heart was sour, and his eyes were moist.

The little monk said in a low voice: "benefactor, in fact, many people come to see silent elder martial brother these days. He hasn't seen silent elder martial brother since I came here. He has never seen anyone else. He sits in the Zen room every day or talks to his master about Zen."

Yan Xiaowen was surprised. Did anyone else come to see him? Then he asked, "little master, can you tell me who are the people who are looking for master silence?"

The little monk shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it seems that his face is very worried. Some of them want to break through, but they are stopped by my master and the second patriarch."

"Oh, little master, do you think I can meet your master?" Yan Xiaowen almost begged.

The little monk looked at him and the backyard, then shook his head and said, "no, my master just entered the backyard. We Jingzi generation monks can't go to the backyard."

Yan Xiaowen stamped his feet in the same place anxiously. Suddenly, he had a light in his head and said, "little master, do you know Wukong?"

The little monk was stunned and said, "Uncle Wukong certainly knows, but he left the temple long ago. The master said that he went out to practice hard. Would you like to see him?"

Yan Xiaowen nodded again and again and said, "I don't want to find him. Martial uncle Wukong and I are good friends. In fact, this time he came to ask me to say something important in silence!"

Wukong is Duan Hong's name in kuchan temple. He was worshipped by the three Zen masters. He should have started shaving, but the three masters knew that if he didn't finish everything, it would be difficult for him to enter the kuchan temple.

The little monk then said, "well, I'll go to ask elder martial brother silent again." He turned around and went to the West courtyard Zen room. After a while, he came out with a smile and said, "benefactor, elder martial brother said please go in."

Yan Xiaowen is relieved. It seems that Duan Hong's name still works well in kuchan temple. He walks into the West courtyard with the little monk. There are rows of neat red brick houses on the back. After stopping in the innermost room, the little monk leaves.

Yan Xiaowen knocks on the door.

"Come in." There came a familiar voice.

Yan Xiaowen pushed the door and walked in. The house is not big. It has more than 20 square meters, a desk and a bookshelf. There is a huge Zen calligraphy hanging on the middle wall. An old monk is sitting on the soft couch in the East.

He had deep wrinkles on his face, white eyebrows and moustaches, drooping eyelids, wearing a blue robe, and sitting cross knee.

Yan Xiaowen feel a sour nose: "Dad."

The monk remained silent. In fact, he is Yan Xiaowen's father. He came here six years ago to become a monk, but the three monks of kuzi generation in kuchan temple have no longer accepted disciples. He has to worship under the Wuqing gate of jiansi temple and become a monk of Jingzi generation. Duan Hong's is a monk of Wuzi generation, so the old monk still calls Duan hongyisheng martial uncle.

Five years ago, Yan Xiaowen came here to look for silence, but he couldn't find it. When he met Duan Hong, he asked Duan Hong for help. At the beginning, they didn't know each other. Duan Hong was a "high-ranking person" and directly brought Yan Xiaowen here.

Silent but also respectfully called Duan Hong martial uncle, now the generation is a bit chaotic, Yan Xiaowen called Duan Hong brother, his father called Duan Hong martial uncle.

Yan Xiaowen see silence has been silent, and cried: "silent master."

Silent this time slightly open loose eyelids, way: "Yan benefactor, poor monk warned you many times, don't come to me, why don't you listen?" His eyelids opened, revealing two bright eyes.

Yan Xiaowen didn't dare to look at each other. He quickly lowered his head and said, "father, this time it's related to the sect. I have to come to you. The dark iron order and the dragon's bone card have already appeared, and they are all in one person's hands."

He looked up, silent, as if unconcerned. "You know that man, Wukong of kuchan temple," he said

He took a breath in silence, got up from the soft couch, went to the window, opened the window, saw the setting sun like blood outside, and sighed: "I don't care about it. Benefactor, I comfort you that desire can make people progress sometimes, and sometimes make a person sink. I hope you are the former, not the latter."

Then he went to the bookshelf, turned inside for a while, took out a small cloth bag, opened it, and presented a flawless white jade.

The white jade is translucent, rhombic and palm sized. There is still some light in it.

Yan Xiaowen's eyes are straight. Half a year ago, he came here to send this jade, hoping to save his father. Half a year later, he came again to get back this white jade.

White jade, also known as white jade stone, comes from the Kunlun Mountains. It has remained unchanged for thousands of years. As the saying goes, diamonds last for a long time.

"Benefactor, I'll give it back to you. Please take care of it. Write down what the poor monk said and leave. Martial uncle Wukong's height is not what you can compare, and his energy is not what you see now. I hope you have the right choice. In this turbulent year, we can preserve ourselves and let this white jade be passed on. " He put the white jade stone back into the cloth bag and handed it to Yan Xiaowen, saying, "go, don't come in the future. I need to make atonement for what I did in the first 70 years."

Yan Xiaowen put the cloth bag into the inner pocket of his coat, knelt down to the ground in front of silence, kowtowed three times, turned and left. When he walked out of kuchan temple, his eyes were full of tears.

When he was a child, his father was strict with him. However, Yan Xiaowen was not born with martial arts materials, but he was highly sensitive to business. Until he had a child, Yan Kuo, his father taught him Kung Fu. Yan Kuo's qualifications were fairly good. In just 20 years, he developed his inner spirit. In silence and joy, he also felt that it was time to introduce it, He came to kuchan temple and knelt for three days before he was accepted as an apprentice.

At this moment, looking at Yan Xiaowen's back, he quietly walked out of the Zen room. At this time, master Kuki came trembling. His age was older than silence.

Silent salute to master Kuki. This master has no Kung Fu in his whole life, but his attainments in Zen have already reached the peak.

"Silence, you can follow me to practice in the backyard. The front yard is not suitable for you." Dead wood said slowly.

He went to the backyard to represent kuchan temple and accepted him. For six years, he had been studying Buddhism in the front yard.

When he first came in, he was just a monk sweeping the floor. Even some teenagers yelled at him. He was 70 years old, and he was once the head of a clan. How hard it was for him to be commanded by children?

When his master realized that he was old, he gave him a Zen room. He did his homework every day, but he could not do any work. Since then, he seldom went out of the Zen room in silence.

Six years later, his ups and downs of the heart, with today will hand over the white jade stone, completely calm down.

As a matter of fact, the three masters of kuchan temple have known his background for a long time, but they have never revealed it. Seeing him like this today, we know that his test has passed.

Silence followed the dead wood, looked at the temple gate, and sighed: Xiaowen, Kunlun gate, I'll give it to you.

Yan Xiaowen quickly opened the A6 and let his tears flow out. Along the way, he was calm. The white jade in his arms symbolized the power of Kunlun.

He did not return to Shanghai directly, but came to a noisy disco bar in Suzhou again. It was dark and men and women went into the disco bar to play.

Yan Xiaowen directly came to the third floor, many younger brother just look at him, then bowed his head, others are not allowed to go to the third floor, except him.

The third floor is a huge reception room with a statue of Laozi in the middle. There are seven people in it, about the same age as Yan Xiaowen.

These seven people are sitting in front of Laozi's statue as if they are meditating“ Squeak. " Yan Xiaowen pushed the door open, went to the seven people, took out the white jade stone, and said calmly, "the seven sons of Kunlun are at your command!" The seven opened their eyelids and emitted fourteen sharp rays. They first saw the bright white jade stone and immediately changed from sitting to kneeling“ From today on, I'll be in charge of this sect. From today on, Qizi will leave here. The first task is to investigate Wudang! "