Chapter 24: A Simple and Idle Transformation of the Vedanta · IV
Xiao Hao followed his gaze and saw a short silver blade lying there. The system had written a line of small words on it: Chang Sun Hong's Lost Weapon.
Chang Sun Hong?
Xiao Hao was puzzled. Wasn't that Wu Hua's wife? Why did she come to the Sutra Library?
Could it be that Wu Hua had taken a fancy to a secret book and wanted to steal it secretly? However, the Sutra Library of Southern Shaolin in this world did not have any martial arts secrets, only precious scriptures. Moreover, with Wu Hua's status in Shaolin, if he wanted to borrow a scripture, why would he need Chang Sun Hong to steal it?
Xiao Hao was not sure of Wu Hua's intention, so he could only speculate that the knife might have been brought by himself.
When they entered the room just now, Wuhua's favorability first rose to "We rode together on horseback", and then immediately fell back to "We had met too late". Xiao Hao was not surprised by his junior brother's daily schizophrenia, thinking that this was probably the rebellious period.
Thinking that Wuhua might have a grudge because of his sneak attack on his bald head, Xiao Hao did not get angry with him and said in line with his words: "I picked this up at the bottom of the green lake when I was fetching water and making tea in the back mountain yesterday. Seeing the bloody smell of killing on it, I couldn't bear it, so I brought it back to slowly dissolve it."
Wuhua: "..."
His senior brother might be a fool.
Wuhua frowned and asked doubtfully, "How could there be such a deadly weapon in Shaolin?"
Xiao Hao smiled slightly, thinking that Wuhua was just trying to pick a fight with him, and said, "Deadly weapon? What is a deadly weapon? People stab and kill people with knives, and then blame it for killing people. How can this be justified? Visible blades are deadly weapons in the eyes of the world, but what about invisible blades that kill people?"
Wuhua raised his eyebrows, and felt that his senior brother had another deeper meaning in his words, "What do you mean by invisible blade, senior brother?"
Xiao Hao continued to smile at him with a wise look, as if he could see through his thoughts. He stretched out his hand and gently tapped Wuhua's chest and said, "In this world, what is more ferocious than a tangible blade is the human heart beneath the filth."
"..."
Wuhua felt that Wuye was warning him.
His senior brother was a little interesting, or so. Things that were too easily obtained were not attractive to him. With such a senior brother, when he seizes Shaolin to inherit the throne in the future, it depends on whether this man can maintain this look of seeing through everything and being superior.
The monks who came with Wuhua had been standing for a long time. They came to solve their doubts. Seeing that the conversation between the two of them had come to an end, they hurriedly interrupted to ask for advice. Everyone
knew that Wuye and Wuhua were both well-versed in Buddhism. If these two talked about Zen, they would probably not be able to stop for three days and three nights. They didn't have the heart to do that. They had to solve their doubts and leave!
Xiao Hao patiently explained to them one by one, and looked at Wuhua's reaction from time to time, but he didn't seem to be listening, and he just lowered his head and thought about something.
It would be better if he could ignore his wild dog-like favorability.
Xiao Hao felt that this junior brother was very troublesome, and he had no idea what was going on in his mind.
After sending away the monks, Xiao Hao called Wuhua, wanting to have a warm chat with him, and said: "Junior brother, I was in a dream last night, and I dreamed of some interesting things, I want to share with you."
Wuhua said "Oh?" without changing his expression, and sat back down after getting halfway up, and asked: "Brother, please tell me."
Xiao Hao tried his best to make himself look like a gentle brother, and said with a smile: "I am ashamed to say that I dreamed of a beautiful female donor in red clothes last night."
"..." Wuhua stood up suddenly, his face was extremely ugly, and he said coldly: "Brother, what do you mean?"
Xiao Hao was slightly stunned. He just saw Chang Sunhong's knife, and he thought that Wuhua was also young and full of vigor. He must have met the person before if he brought the person's knife with him, he was a young man! He still dreamed about Miss Xiu, thinking that this topic would ease the relationship between them.
Wuhua seemed unhappy, Xiao Hao said quickly: "Brother, I have no other intentions, but I think that you are still young and easily confused by the world. The beauty is just a superficial appearance. Junior brother has a connection with Buddhism, so don't destroy your wisdom."
Wuhua did not reply, and left with a cold face.
Xiao Hao stayed in the room in a daze, and saw that Wuhua's favorability towards him actually rose a lot?
It turned out that his junior brother was not schizophrenic, but was just a hypocrite?
*
As soon as Wuhua returned to his residence, he suddenly swept the items on the table.
Wuye knew that Chang Sunhong was sent by him.
After he made up his mind, he was not nervous at all, but quickly accepted it.
Senior Brother knew more than he thought, which was good, so that when he turned around and crushed Wuye to death, this man would not be so stupid as to not know who killed him.
Meditation and dreaming? Oh, and he shared it with him?
Does he look very stupid?
He had already fully understood the advice of his senior brother. Since Senior Brother Wuye knew everything, he would not have to cower in front of him and act like a brother.
This naive and stupid senior brother knew that he was going to kill him, but he still dared to speak nonsense in front of him, first persuading him to turn back in a roundabout way, and then threatening him with the matter of Chang Sunhong? Wuye
said this to him privately, so he must not have told the head master about it yet. His senior brother might be good in every way, but he is a ridiculous person.
Wuhua originally wanted to keep him for fun, but now it seems that he must take the initiative before he tells the head master, Changsun Hong, about the assassination.
It happened that a few days ago, he met a young man of similar age at the foot of the mountain. He was good at martial arts and quick-witted. He was new to the martial arts world and wanted to show his talent. The most important thing is that although he is good at Qinggong, his skills are not as good as Wuye's.
His senior brother's glowing stick is a rare item. If he praises it, the man will definitely not miss it.
Thinking of this, Wuhua curled the corners of his lips with pleasure.
On the other side, Xiao Hao, who was flipping through the system message records, was not calm.
He found that when he was dreaming, it seemed that someone had taken revenge on him.
That person was called Chang Sun Hong...
Xiao Hao immediately thought of the knife that Wu Hua had deliberately asked about today. Maybe he was mistaken, Wu Hua was not here to talk to him about Zen, but sent Chang Sun Hong to kill him but failed, so he wanted to borrow the knife to pour a bucket of black water on him.
And his reaction at that time... Xiao Hao couldn't help but slap his bald head.
It's over. His junior fellow disciple must have thought that there was something behind his words...
If he hadn't just opened the Golden Body and the Formless Body in his dream, if the person in the Sutra Pavilion was not him but someone else, what would have happened when Wuhua brought people in this morning?
Xiao Hao suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He seemed to have done something stupid in ignorance.
You should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others. He understood this principle when he first entered the martial arts world, but how come he had forgotten it after reading Buddhist scriptures for half a year?
He wanted to have a good relationship with Wuhua and use him to spread his reputation, but now it seems that the plan needs to be changed.
Wuhua must have guessed that he knew everything about him and Shi Guanyin. However, this is not a bad thing.
Xiao Hao carefully flipped through his martial arts interface and gradually formed a plan in his mind.
Before, the Beggars' Clan only had one mental method, and he had not noticed the change in skills after crossing over. Now that he has become a Shaolin, he has discovered that his two mental methods are not as troublesome as switching in the game. As long as he thinks, the mental method will change naturally. The skills in the acupoints are taken out separately, and there is no need to sacrifice the acupoints to wash the skills.
This has brought him a great convenience.
He has always felt that Wuhua is still young and may not have grown into a cunning person like he will be in the future. He rarely guards against him and mostly gives him instructions. Now it seems that Wuhua has already made up his mind to kill him. If he sits and waits for death, he will only fall into passivity.
He came to this world to show off, so he naturally has to keep the initiative firmly in his hands.
The thoughts of the people in this world, the conspiracies and disputes in the world, should not be the shackles that hold him back. He has made a great wish to save himself and others, and lead all living beings out of suffering. There are tens of thousands of living beings. If he stops there after suffering a loss from Wuhua, he will be obsessed with appearances.
Not being bound by the world of mortals, not asking about cause and effect, and using one hand to capture dragons and the other hand to save all living beings, this is what Shaolin does.
*
The next day, Xiao Hao looked at the light blue short paper on the windowsill, and a thousand grudges lay in his heart.
"I heard that you have a stick named Ranmu, which is made of fire and cloud, and is skillfully carved. It is unique in the world. I am very eager to get it. Tonight at midnight, I will come to get it on the moon. You are kind and will not let me go back and forth in vain."
Xiao Hao: "..."
He is so poor that he only has this burning stick left? ?
You can tell who came up with this idea with your toes. He only told the story of Ranmu to Wuhua. Xiao Hao was surprised and delighted that Chu Liuxiang would set his eyes on this big orange weapon.
How could he not treat the future famous thief who came to his door in person?
So when Chu Liuxiang climbed up the eaves of the Sutra Library, he saw Wuye sitting upright, brewing tea with his bare hands, and the burning wood that was placed neatly beside him and was said to emit dazzling Buddha light in broad daylight. He couldn't help but touch his nose and smile bitterly.
He thought of a thousand ways for Wuye Zen Master to deal with a thief like him, but he didn't expect it to be such a fair and aboveboard way that was almost a gift.
Didn't Wuhua say that his senior brother took good care of the burning wood? Why did he put it in the room so ostentatiously waiting for him to take it?
But is there any object in the world that can emit Buddha light by itself that is fake?
Xiao Hao didn't look up. Chu Liuxiang's name was already displayed on the target list. He didn't stop his hands and the tea was about to be brewed. The timing was perfect.
Xiao Hao made a "please" gesture to the opposite side. Chu Liuxiang was full of curiosity and wanted to know how this Wuye Zen Master could find him without looking up with his lightness skills.
So Chu Liuxiang sat down opposite him.
He gently lifted the teacup, and the fragrant aroma came to his face. Chu Liuxiang's eyes lit up, and he tasted it carefully before saying: "This tea is mellow and elegant. It leaves a lingering fragrance on the teeth and cheeks and makes the tongue salivate. I am ignorant and have never heard of it."
Xiao Hao said lightly: "This is Emei White Bud, the favorite tea of the monks in Zhongfeng Temple in Emei Mountain."
Chu Liuxiang said: "I thought that taking things from Wuye Zen Master would not be a big deal. An easy thing."
Xiao Hao smiled and said, "It is indeed not an easy thing."
Chu Liuxiang frowned slightly: "Oh?"
Xiao Hao's expression did not change, and he poured the bright green tea into Chu Liuxiang's teacup again, and began to pretend: "You want to take my burning wood, and I need a guest who talks about tea. Let's talk about this tea."