On the day when mountains and rivers are broken, when emperors enter Zen.
In the seventh year of Xuanhe in the Northern Song Dynasty, Zhao Ji, the emperor of calligraphy and painting, became a monk in Wutai Mountain. A piece of Zen edict shattered the situation in Bianjing. The emperor, who had taken off his dragon robe, was holding a blood-stained Buddhist bead. Among the morning bells and evening drums, he understood not only the true meaning of Buddhism, but also the last secret of the Dragon Vein of the Song Dynasty. The head of the Shaolin Bodhidharma Temple asks the emperor's heart with one-finger Zen, the Zhenwu sword of Wudang Zixiao Palace cuts through the grievances of the rivers and lakes, the eagle claws of the Jin Kingdom's secret agent pass over the glazed tiles of the Buddhist temple, and the scimitar of the Mongolian cavalry has arrived at the mountain gate.
In this Buddhist holy land where martial arts masters gathered, the former Nine-Five Master was forced to take up the Shura Blade: Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills concealed the whereabouts of the national jade seal. The martial arts conference unexpectedly discovered the fragments of the "Tui Bei Tu" that had been lost for hundreds of years, and even a masked woman knocked on the Zen room at night, bringing the truth about the murder case in the palace twenty years ago. When the Mongolian cavalry tramples the frost and snow of Wutai, and the Imperial Master of the Kingdom of Jin lays an ambush from all sides, this "Buddhist disciple" with peerless martial arts must finally make a choice between the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.
This book begins with the struggle for hegemony among the Three Kingdoms of Song, Jin and Meng, and unfolds a majestic picture that combines historical suspense and martial arts. Here are the emperor's mental skills in the Shaolin Bronze Man Formation, the love between sons and daughters in Wudang's sea of clouds, and the world's game with Mount Wutai as the chessboard. When the edge of Zen is stained with blood, Bodhi is turned into a blade. See how the emperors in troubled times use the rivers and lakes as a sheath to hide their half-life flames and break the cycle of fate.
