I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

The Toyota SUV ran happily amidst the flying snowflakes, passed a field, crossed a stream, and circled in the dense forest for twenty minutes before arriving at the thousand-year-old temple - the Golden Buddha Temple.

The Golden Buddha Temple occupies an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, and there are golden pagodas in the green woods around it. The small tower is five or six meters high, and the large tower is tens of meters high. The tower body is covered with colored glaze and is carefully carved. The lower part is rounded upward, gradually shrinking, and in the end it is just a thin spire.

Zhu Qingyu parked the car in the parking lot below the temple. Lao Jiang said that someone from the temple was coming to greet him, so everyone got off the car and waited next to the car. But ten minutes later, there was no monk in sight. Zhu Qingyu got angry and asked Ma Shaobing and Hong Zheng to carry the packaging box of the Buddha statue. Lao Jiang also helped to support it and led everyone up the steps. Of course, he did not forget to carry it on his back. Carry your own canvas satchel.

After climbing dozens of stone steps, we arrived at the main entrance of the temple, and we saw the majestic Mahavira Hall. Two brave beasts were lying in front of the hall, and two huge incense burners were placed in the courtyard. Entering the hall, there was a tall Sakyamuni in the center. When Zhu Qingyu looked at the Buddha statue, it turned out to be dim and dull, but the background of the electronic screen behind it was shining with golden light. Looking around again, there are some statues of monks, all looking listless.

"Why haven't you seen anyone yet?" Zhu Qingyu asked Lao Jiang.

Lao Jiang touched his bald head with his hand and replied puzzledly: "We clearly agreed that we would come out to greet the Toyota SUV as soon as we saw it coming. How is this possible?" After that, he took out his mobile phone and called again. The phone turned off.

Zhu Qingyu became impatient. He asked Ma Shaobing and Hong Zheng to take care of the Buddha statue, and he, Lao Jiang, and Zhang Xiaomao went into the temple to find someone.

Entering from the back door of the Main Hall, he saw that there was another main hall behind. Zhu Qingyu found incense sticks and incense ashes scattered on the bluestone floor, thinking that they were accidentally scattered by pilgrims. When he came to the temple, he saw the golden statue of Nanhai Guanyin standing in the main hall. The great merciful and compassionate Guanyin Bodhisattva is always so noble, so charitable, and so touching.

Zhu Qingyu bowed three times in front of the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva and continued walking in from the back door. He saw another hall standing in front of him. Judging from the color of the hall and the smell of paint, this hall was built not long ago. When I came to the door of the hall, I saw only a huge Buddha seat in the middle of the hall. There was no Buddha body, but there were more than ten statues of novice monks lined up around it.

"Old Jiang, maybe the Tathagata statue we brought here is placed here, right?" Zhu Qingyu asked.

"Exactly! Look, everything has been repaired here, except for the Tathagata Buddha statue. Without the Tathagata Buddha statue, the Golden Buddha Temple cannot be called the Golden Buddha Temple!" Lao Jiang replied, with a look of piety on his face.

Zhu Qingyu stepped in and seemed to have stepped on something. He looked down and saw that it was a red cassock with gold threads!

He picked up the cassock and said, "W-what's going on?"

"This..." Lao Jiang was also confused.

At this moment, someone outside the hall shouted loudly: "Is he the donor from the border town? Oh, it's too late to welcome you from afar, it's too disrespectful to be respectful, Amitabha!"

Zhu Qingyu hurriedly hid the cassock behind the incense table and turned around. Looking up, I saw a tall, middle-aged elder wearing cassocks, red face, and vigorous steps walking forward, followed by a young monk holding a monk stick in his hand.

The elder smiled with a smile on his face, stretched out his big hands and held Lao Jiang's hand tightly and said: "Just now, the poor monk was watching the junior monks practicing martial arts in the back hall, so he was late, which is disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Lao Jiang looked at the elder and asked, "I wonder what the elder's name is?"

The elder smiled and replied: "The poor monk's Dharma name is Jingwu. Didn't he contact the donor before? How could the donor forget it?"

Lao Jiang thought for a while and said: "But there is no abbot..."

The elder interrupted him and said, "If the donor doesn't believe it, the poor monk has the abbot's seal as proof." After that, a young monk next to him handed over a package wrapped in silk scarf, and took out the seal from it, and there was a "boom" sound. Place it on the incense table in front.

Lao Jiang picked up the big seal and took a look at it. He said "hmm" and said, "Okay, Abbot Jingwu. I have heard about the famous name for a long time and it is like thunder in my ears. Please forgive me if I have offended you in any way!"

"Can we handle the handover now?" the abbot asked.

"Okay, let me go tell my followers and then move the Buddha statue in.

After speaking, Lao Jiang blinked twice at Zhu Qingyu. Zhu Qingyu understood, immediately became alert, and followed Lao Jiang outside.

Lao Jiang walked outside and shouted to Ma Shaobing and Hong Zheng: "Hurry and carry the box to the car, there is a scam here!"

The two people outside were shocked when they heard this, but within a second, they picked up the packing box and ran out.

"Hahahaha!" The abbot laughed strangely and shouted loudly: "Stop them, no one is allowed to stay!"

Immediately, the monks armed with young sticks roared forward and blocked the way of Ma Shaobing and Hong Zheng from both sides.

Behind him, the abbot led a dozen monks to catch up and beat Zhu Qingyu with his stick.

Zhu Qingyu had long seen that there was a fraud, so he was already prepared. He pulled out the Shadowless Knife with a "swish" and raised the knife to meet him. His body was like a thin willow, stretching and shrinking, left and right, soft and tough. The Shadowless Knife in his hand was flying like snowflakes, and in the monk's hand After a few rounds, most of the stick was cut off, and everyone flinched when they held the last piece in their hands.

"They are all useless things!" the fake abbot cursed, holding a golden Zen staff and slashing at it...

On the stone steps outside, Ma Shaobing and Hong Zheng were fighting with more than a dozen monks. They were both top scouts of the armed police. With a stick in their hands, they were like dragons coming out of the sea. They appeared and disappeared. Several monks had been attacked. The pounding tumbled down the stone steps onto the parking lot below…

Zhu Qingyu saw the golden Zen staff wrapped in a huge wind coming towards him, and he hurriedly raised his knife to meet it. There was a "bang" and a metal collision sound. Zhu Qingyu felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, and the thin shadowless knife was bent so much that it seemed to break.

The fake abbot also felt his arms were numb. He didn't expect that his 68-pound Zen staff would be caught by the other party.

Zhu Qingyu hurriedly shifted his weight and turned inside in the direction of the fake abbot. The shadowless knife took advantage of the situation and slashed towards the fake abbot's face.

The fake abbot was not stupid. He hurriedly rolled back to avoid it, and using the reaction force of his feet on the ground, he took two steps in the air. The Zen staff with a sharp angle came out of the mountain like a tiger and stabbed directly at Zhu Qingyu.

Since the Zen staff was five feet long and the attack was fierce and fast, Zhu Qingyu wanted to hide but was afraid, so he turned sideways and grabbed the Zen staff with one hand, and pulled it. The fake abbot lost his balance, and after landing on the ground, he ran forward for a few steps before using the Zen staff to support himself.

"Boy, don't be sloppy. If you have the ability, just do it. We will fight for three hundred rounds!" The fake abbot said angrily and hatefully.

"Hahahaha!" Zhu Qingyu laughed and said: "Fake abbot, do you think your plan will succeed? You are so whimsical, it's just a dream! If you surrender quickly, I will spare your life. If you resist in the end, you will die!"

After Zhu Qingyu said that, he put away the shadowless knife, pulled out the heavy iron rope with a bang, and shook it with a roar.

The fake abbot hadn't seen clearly what it was, so he hurriedly raised the Zen staff. The heavy iron rope hit the Zen staff and shook violently at first. Since there was a center-of-weight fixing hammer at the front of the iron rope, the iron rope instantly wrapped around the Zen staff twice. Zhu Qingyu used force. With a pull, the Zen staff came out of the fake abbot's hand and went into Zhu Qingyu's hand.

The fake abbot was shocked and ran backwards while throwing several throwing knives.

Zhu Qingyu raised his Zen staff and waved it. He danced so tightly that flying knives fell in front of him.

Zhu Qingyu chased him into the main hall, but he disappeared.

Outside, Ma Shaobing and Hong Zheng were still fighting with the monks. Due to the overwhelming number of people on the other side, Ma Shaobing and Hong Zheng did not have more powerful weapons, so their physical strength was gradually exhausted.

Zhu Qingyu had no intention of looking for the fake abbot, so he turned back to the stone steps outside the Main Hall. When the sharp edge struck, a large piece of him fell down.

The remaining two wanted to run away when they saw this, but Ma Shaobing and Hong Zheng rushed forward, knocking each of them to the ground with a club.

On the stone steps, the monks were either in agony or unconscious, but none of them died.

Lao Jiang and Zhang Xiaomao were hiding next to the car below. At this time, they stretched out their heads to look around and breathed a sigh of relief.

The packaging box of the Golden Buddha had already rolled down the stone stairs to the parking lot. Because it was packed firmly, it was not damaged. Lao Jiang and Zhang Xiaomao carried the packing box to the car.

"Mr. Zhu, get in the car and go, hurry up!" Lao Jiang shouted and waved.

Zhu Qingyu, Ma Shaobing, and Hong Zheng rushed down in a few steps. Zhu Qingyu still got into the cab, and Zhang Xiaomao was sitting on the co-pilot.

Zhu Qingyu started the car and was about to start, when suddenly something big clicked on his head. <