At this time, Huikong was meditating in his meditation room. A little monk was waiting at the door. Seeing Zhang Yang walking over, he said,

"Donald Ye, what's wrong with you?"

"I have something to do with Master Huiyun, so I'll ask Master Xiao to inform you."

"Wait a minute, I'll pass it on to you."

After a while, the little novice monk came out.

"Please ask the donor, the abbot lets you in."

He also clasped his hands together and said, "I'm going to have a good time to give me a donor."

When I entered the Zen room, I saw Huikong sitting on the cushion, twisting a string of rosary beads in my hand.

Then Zhang Yang looked at the monk in front of him seriously.

Zen Master Huiyun was wearing a red gold-inlaid robe with a string of sandalwood beads hanging on his chest, and the same was true for the small beads on his hands. There were also bursts of refreshing fragrance coming. Looking at his face, his face was full of kindness, his eyebrows were white, and his long white beard hung on his chest, giving people a very mysterious and fairy-like feeling.

Huiyun stopped twisting the rosary, then turned around and stood up.

"Donor Ye, I already understand your purpose, but I didn't expect your progress so fast. Now I can't catch up with you."

"The master has been awarded the award. Compared with you old seniors, I am not qualified. I hope the master will give you more advice."

"The donor is too humble, now I will take you to the Sutra Pavilion."

As he said that, he led Zhang Yang towards the Sutra Pavilion, which is located in the southern courtyard of Shaolin Temple, close to the place where monks from all generations of Shaolin Temple were sitting.

The Sutra Pavilion is a four-story tower-shaped building with the highest floor. The elders and abbots of all generations have no right to enter, and of course Zhang Yang cannot go up to the fourth floor.

Take Zhang Yang to the door of the Sutra Pavilion,

"Donor Ye, you go in by yourself. There are elders inside and they will take you there."

"It's time for Master."

"This is my duty."

I looked up at the plaque on the lintel. There was also a kind of softness among the three words "Sutra Pavilion" and each word has its own different mysteries. The three words together give people a more mysterious feeling.

Shake his head and then enter the door.

There was already a monk like Huikong waiting for him at the door. This monk looked more vicissitudes than Huikong, but his kindness was even stronger.

"Master Ye, I am not interested."

Zhang Yang clasped his hands together, "It's time for the master to work but not be interested."

"The Sutra Library has a history of 1,500 years, with more than 100,000 books, including 60,000 Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist insights, various martial arts secrets, and 40,000 letters from some senior masters." The first floor is Buddhist scriptures, the second floor is Buddhist martial arts, the third floor is martial arts, and the fourth floor is some books that have not been passed down. Only elders and abbots of all generations can refer to.

"I want to go up to the third floor to take a look."

"Okay, I'll take you up now."

After reading all the titles of the book, I found that most of these books are secret books, but a few of them are some experiences. Then I turned over some books that I thought were good ones and kept them all in my mind. Of course, there was no problem with his ability to remember them all. It took him a day to remember them all. After doing these things, he began to focus on the few books he values.

Most of these books are the martial arts insights of some predecessors, and they talk about high-level martial arts insights. For Zhang Yang, these are exactly what he needs now. During this period, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable with his own growth. He grew too fast, which caught him off guard. Because he still knew nothing about the higher level. Now the martial arts insights of these predecessors are extremely important to him.

First of all, he picked up a book written in parchment called "Martial Arts Questioning the Heart". This was written by a Taoist priest named Luzhu. Although he didn't understand why a book written by a Taoist priest related to Taoist doctrine would be in the Buddhist land. Of course, all this is no longer important. What is important is that this book allows him to learn something.

Mr. Luzhu explained in detail in his "Marriage Task Questioning the Heart" that martial arts have a very important relationship with the martial arts heart of the warrior.

He believes:

The mind is boundless and accommodates all things. All thoughts and thoughts are Tao. Tao produces one, one produces two, and two produces all things. The mind is Tao, and Tao is even the mind, so it is also said: the mind produces one, one produces two, and two produces all dharmas. All dharmas return to one, then martial arts.

This is just the general outline, and the following text explains the martial arts he knows in detail. He sighed in his eyes.

This book is so arrogant, and defines Tao so profoundly and briefly. Tao is in the heart, and Tao is the heart. But it is true that Tao is erratic to accommodate all things. No one has been able to say it famously since now, and the heart is the same. It accommodates all things and embraces all things.

Close the pages of the book, quietly looking at the sky outside the tower, looking at the stars in the sky, the deeper the more you look, the more confused he becomes. Gradually, he found that his heart gradually fits with the heaven and earth, and all movements and stillness in the distance are so clear, as if he is integrated into the heaven and earth. But there are always some indescribable things in the middle that he cannot see through.

It was late at night, but he did not leave the Sutra Pavilion, but sat with the old Taoist named Wuxin, quietly sitting, adjusting the riot true energy in his body that had not yet subsided due to the breakthrough. He had nothing to say all night, and this was the fourth day he had been in the Zangjian Pavilion.

On this day, Zhang Yang woke up early. He walked out of the Sutra Pavilion alone, walking in the deep and ancient courtyard of Shaolin, breathing in the fresh air, looking at the birds that occasionally stayed on the branches and the cicadas that were making noises, and felt a long-lost peace in his heart. It has been four months since he left the Zangjian Pavilion. During these four months, he has experienced many things, met many people, and gained a lot of things, but he lacked the tranquility in his heart. The complex martial arts world confused his heart, and his heart gradually became blinded by hatred. Perhaps, choosing to leave was a mistake, but people were in the world and had to do some things themselves. That was the responsibility that he had to bear on his shoulders.

The gentle breeze gently brushed across his face, and the wind in late summer and early autumn was less wild and more tender. He turned to the Sutra Pavilion and continued to search for the books he wanted to find in the stacked bookshelf.

After walking through the bookshelves, suddenly, in an inconspicuous corner, a yellow book was exposed. I squatted down and picked up the book. The book was wrapped in a yellow bookcase, but I couldn't see what the material was. The cover was written with a few imposing words - "Sword Intention Rules".
Chapter completed!