After morning lessons, Daoyuan arrived at the Sutra Repository listlessly.
Looking at this magnificent scripture tower, three stories high and covering an area of nearly 3,000 square meters, it is more exaggerated than any of those in movies.
The library contains not only ordinary Buddhist scriptures, but also Shaolin Temple's world-renowned martial arts manuals.
Therefore, when Daoyuan was cleaning the Sutra Repository, there were actually high-ranking monks watching over it in secret.
At this moment, Daoyuan, carrying a broom and dustpan, greeted the old monk at the door and went inside to sweep.
It's unwise to be lazy in a place like this. Whether it's cleaned up or not isn't up to Daoyuan to decide; the old monk has to check first. For the sake of your stomach and energy, you'd better behave.
Unlike most people who simply walk in and start cleaning, Daoyuan had his own method. He went straight up to the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion and prepared to clean from top to bottom.
The process can be roughly divided into dusting and mopping. The former requires dusting off the dust from each book and bookshelf, while the latter involves wiping the bookshelves and floor of the library with a damp cloth after dusting. It is definitely a major undertaking.
"Alright, let's get started!"
With sleeves rolled up and two soft brooms in hand, he began his spring cleaning with great enthusiasm, clearly not the first time he had done this.
An hour or so passed, and he had only cleaned twenty bookshelves, but he was already exhausted, so Daoyuan had to sit down and rest for a while.
Leaning against a cabinet, I placed the broom to the side.
"Smack!"
A book of scriptures somehow fell off the bookshelf, startling Daoyuan.
Looking down, I saw the words "Avatamsaka Sutra" written on it.
Aside from Shaolin martial arts manuals, regular Buddhist scriptures can be viewed in the Sutra Repository. As long as you don't mind missing work, you can read them for several days without any problem.
On a whim, even though he knew it would be another difficult and obscure scripture, Daoyuan still tried to open the book and take a look.
Instead of starting from the first page, he flipped through a dozen pages.
The first line of text that catches the eye.
"If you wish to become a great Buddha, first serve as a beast of burden for all sentient beings..."
boom
It felt like something exploded in my mind!
The words in the scriptures seemed to jump out of the book, and Daoyuan unconsciously began to read them aloud.
And the moment it came out, it was a series of melodious Buddhist chants.
"What happened?"
Upon hearing the commotion, several eminent monks inside the Sutra Repository, including the elderly monk at the entrance, immediately sprang into action, reaching the third floor of the repository in an instant. They spotted Daoyuan sitting some distance away behind a bookshelf.
The melodious chanting came from his mouth.
"Uncle-Master, what is this?"
"The high monk is in deep meditation, his chanting is like the sound of Bodhi! Do not disturb him!"
"This looks like Daoyuan, Guangde's disciple?"
"It is indeed this young man. I never expected that both Guangde and I had misjudged him!"
Several monks from the library quietly withdrew from the third floor. Listening to the continuous chanting of Buddhist hymns, the old monk gave an order.
"Seal off the third floor of the Sutra Repository, notify the abbot, and also inform Guangde."
"Yes, Uncle-Master."
Just as a day in heaven is like a year on earth, a series of changes occurred in Wu You in the blink of an eye.
At this moment, Wu You stretched his limbs, emerging from his decadent "debauchery," and with a shake of his hand, he "extracted" the entire Shaolin Temple from that world.
Subsequently, this Shaolin Temple was "implanted" into a special world.
This world is the one that the psionic spirits had deliberately sought out through the attraction of similar worlds, a world that resembled a cycle of reincarnation.
Based on the previous two experiences, the alternate world constructed by the psionic spirits, which overlaps with this cycle world, will not be discovered by the "main god," which is truly thanks to the existential characteristics of the psionic spirits.
Intuitively, Wu You believed that this world would inevitably attract reincarnators; it was only a matter of time.
With Wu You's techniques and the concealment of more than half of the world's power, replacing and overlapping a small Shaolin Mountain would be no problem at all.
Not to mention that this was when no reincarnators came in to do the mission, and the main god's attention was extremely low.
Spring comes and autumn goes, time flies by, and the third floor of the Sutra Repository remains closed.
Occasionally, when Shaolin monks pass by the Sutra Repository, they can hear faint chanting.
The old monk at the entrance of the Sutra Repository has passed away, and the guards of the Sutra Repository have changed several times, but the ban on entering the third floor has never been lifted.
Guangde is an old monk who is very old. He is now one of the only three senior monks of the Guang generation remaining, including the abbot of Shaolin Temple.
As the sun sets, Guangde walks past the Sutra Repository every night before going to bed, stands for a moment in front of the pavilion, and then returns to his monks' quarters to rest.
"Daoyuan... Twenty-six years have passed in the blink of an eye. Have you reached the level of Bodhidharma in the past...?"
A dark shadow was flashing by in the distance.
A glint of light flashed in Guangde's eyes.
"Where did this thief come from, daring to force his way into the Sutra Repository!"
The robe was thrown off, and the superb robe-subduing magic enveloped the approaching dark figure.
The two exchanged blows at high speed, punching and kicking each other in the afterglow of the setting sun.
The newcomer was dressed in black with a black turban on his head, but the martial arts he used were all Shaolin secret techniques.
Two experts from the Sutra Repository also came out to help.
"You scoundrel! What generation of monks are you? You trespassed into the library, thinking you could be found later?"
The four monks twirled and fought, their energy flying everywhere.
Suddenly, a young novice monk came running from a distance.
"Grandmaster Guangde, this thieving monk has seriously injured the abbot and the head of the disciplinary hall!"
"What!?"
Guangde was startled by the news. Distracted, he regained his senses and was struck in the chest by a Prajna Palm.
"puff"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Guangde's face turned ashen.
The remaining two high monks were also injured after a few dozen moves of fighting. For the time being, apart from the high monks who were in seclusion or had come down from the mountain, no one in the temple was able to subdue this thief.
The man in black then stormed into the library, not lingering on the first floor. On the second floor, where the martial arts manuals were stored, he only took a few books before heading straight to the third floor.
"I, the Fire-Worker Monk, entered Shaolin at the age of twenty and worked as a fire-maker for over twenty years. If I hadn't secretly learned a great deal, I would have truly wasted my exceptional martial arts talent."
"Ta-da..."
The sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs.
"Rumor has it that a tremendous secret is hidden on the third floor of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository, and some even say that a peerless monk is in seclusion there. Do they really think everyone else is a fool!"
Huo Gong Toutuo lived in Shaolin for more than 20 years and never saw anyone enter or leave the Sutra Repository. If someone were really in seclusion, they would have starved to death long ago. Bodhidharma's wall-gazing act might fool children and pilgrims, but he didn't believe it. Even if it were true, he thought Bodhidharma must have been eating.
The third floor originally had no door, but it has now been sealed off by a thick wooden door.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Between two palm strikes, the thick wooden door of the third floor of the Sutra Repository was blasted open.
"Let me see what secrets these bald monks are hiding..."
Before he could finish talking to himself, the Fire-Worker Monk froze on the spot.
Countless golden characters floated on the third floor and disappeared from time to time, while faint, almost inaudible chants echoed. In a distant corner, a middle-aged monk sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
With each opening and closing of his mouth, golden characters floated out, accompanied by the sound of Sanskrit chants.
"Wow...it's actually true!"
The Fire-Worker Monk was instantly terrified. This kind of high monk was no longer of this world. He had committed such a sin against Shaolin. If this monk were to rise up and cause trouble, would he still have a way to survive?
'No, we have to run!'
He couldn't muster the courage to attack the seated monk and only wanted to escape immediately, but before turning around, a thought crossed his mind.
His attention drifted to the golden characters in the sky, and one of the largest characters caught his eye.
"Dragon Elephant Prajna, Vajra Bodhi, Dragon Elephant Prajna Merit..."
Overjoyed, he realized that this was definitely a peerless martial art created by the divine monk, and all thoughts of the Seventy-Two Ultimate Skills were immediately forgotten.
The Fire-Worker Monk frantically memorized these golden characters in his mind, hoping to find a way to arrange them later.
Half an hour later, he was covered in sweat and fled from the Sutra Repository, looking at the other monks surrounding it.
He glanced back at the library, hesitated for a moment, then decided not to kill him and instead tried to escape.
After wandering around for half a year, the Fire-Worker Monk went far away to the Northwest.
Several years later, the Vajrayana Buddhist temple was established deep in Mongolia.
...
In that year, the Mongol army conquered the Song Dynasty, and in that year, the Mongol National Preceptor, the Golden Wheel Dharma King, accompanied the emperor into Song territory.
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