Shaolin monk

The conflict outside finally caused Zhizhi to come out of the teahouse. He looked at his disciple who was standing motionless with his hands folded at the door, stepped forward and asked, "Sanli, what's going on?"

Before Ling Duoduo could answer, he saw the fat young master who was thrown out earlier, with the help of several servants and book boys, walking over with grinning teeth, pointed at his nose, and screamed: "Smelly monk, how dare you?" Nosy? I don’t even look at anyone in Guangzhou who dares to beat my young master Fu’s horse?"

Ling Duoduo saw that his face was bruised a lot from the fall, his nose was still bleeding, and his whole body was covered in dirty mud. He looked extremely ugly and miserable. Coupled with such arrogant words, the contrast was extremely strong.

Why are you shouting so loudly, anyway, you can't be the legendary Fukang'an.He calmly held back the corners of his upturned mouth, and said: "The benefactor is riding a horse in the street to hurt people, anyone who is capable should stop it, how can he be meddling in his own business?"

Ling Duoduo is actually very reluctant to deal with such a fool, but he said this because he wanted to take the opportunity to explain to Zhihui why the incident happened.

Wisdom is very different from most uncommon monks in Shaolin Temple. He has gone down the mountain countless times. He has already thought of something when he saw the chaotic street and the lying horse not far ahead. after.

Zhizhi took the initiative to step forward and said: "My benefactor, there are people coming and going here, and the people are gathering together. You don't care about running around. If you break the utensils, it's okay. If you hurt people, what should you do?"

Both of them have the same bald head, dark skin, strong intelligence, and their speech is more intimidating than the short, small, white and tender Ling Duoduo. He has a solemn face and a very condensed tone of voice. The image of a benevolent monk.

This man was not easy to mess with at first glance, that Mr. Fu shrank his neck subconsciously, his arrogance subsided for a while, and when he turned his head and saw his horse lying dead on the ground, his eyes lit up again, and he shouted: "Then why don't you Can you kill my horse? This is a good horse my father bought from the desert!"

A group of young servants followed suit, yelling, "This horse is worth a thousand taels of silver" and "Can you poor monks afford it?" and other words.

The woman next to him who had been looking at Ling Duoduo curiously said, "Fat Fu, your horse is still worth 1000 taels of silver? Don't be kidding, it was obviously pulled from the stables in the next street. "While speaking, he raised his fist suggestively.

"That's also 100 taels of silver. Are you capable of making them pay?" Mr. Fu was obviously very afraid of this woman, he gritted his teeth until his cheeks were sore, and he didn't dare to argue anymore.

"Little master, don't be afraid, I'll help you." The woman turned her head and said to the book boy who was just trotting over from the trampled mess to lose money, "Take out 100 taels of silver notes!"

At this time, the current situation is chaotic, and the last glorious period of the Kangxi and Qianlong years has passed. It is not a peaceful and prosperous age, and 100 taels is already considered a considerable amount.

Ling Duoduo felt that this woman had a strong sense of quackery, and saw that she was dressed in silk and satin. It was obvious that she came from a wealthy family, and felt strange in his heart. Hearing this, he said: "Thank you for your kindness, little monk. I understand—monastics never kill, and the little monk just used Buddhist beads to light the horse's acupoints."

He could see that Mr. Fu obviously didn't want to let it go. He expected that the other party would not believe him, and he didn't want to waste any more words. He took the initiative to walk to the side of the horse, touched the horse's belly and pressed it twice, sending a soft inner force in his hand.

This is indeed a good horse with upper-middle qualifications, and he stood up immediately, shaking his head and stomping his hooves, showing great energy.

The woman next to him followed him and came over, lowered her head to check the horse's hoof, and then raised her body with a surprised expression on her face: "Little master is very good at martial arts."

She could see clearly just now that all four hooves of this horse had been accurately hit by the beads, but she just checked and found that the beads with strong internal force didn't even damage the horse's skin, let alone the horse's bones.

Only then did Zhizhi nod in satisfaction, and he was also a little surprised at his disciple's exquisite ability to control the internal energy. This is definitely not a beautiful trick that a ten-year-old child can play.But considering that Ling Duoduo has indeed shown a miraculous talent in martial arts that is difficult for ordinary people to match, he is not very surprised.

Seeing that Mr. Fu obviously wanted to say something, he felt a little impatient, he looked over with a cold sharp look, and said coldly: "This benefactor has something else to worry about?"

Mr. Fu was startled by him. He felt the boy tearing the corner of his clothes behind his back. He turned his head and looked behind him. The handsome young man who rode away first had already turned back.

He looked at the woman standing next to Ling Duoduo again, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, finally swallowed the breath, waved and said, "Stinky monk, wait and see, let's go!"

It can be seen that although this person is not very old, his reputation in Guangzhou is still quite bad. After he left, a peddler who had just been rescued came over to express his gratitude to Ling Duoduo. The Buddhist beads he picked up were returned to him.

The boy who was the first to run away had already come up to him on a horse, and asked curiously, "Sister Hua, what's going on here?"

"You still said that Fat Fu nearly hurt someone while riding a horse, and this little master helped to stop him." The woman rolled his eyes at him and pulled him off the horse.

The book boy holding the money bag on the farthest side took the opportunity to interject: "Young Master, I have already told you to go to places where there are fewer people than riding. Now that you have broken down so many stalls and lost a lot of money, the master knows that you will definitely want to go again." Angry."

As soon as the book boy said it, the other two felt impatient and said in unison: "Got it, got it."

The young man looked at the two monks, one big and one small, who were standing next to him, stepped forward and cupped his fists and said, "Shiyu below, thank you for your help." After he finished speaking, he paused and explained, "It's out This street is in the suburbs, I didn't expect that Feifu's standard would be so poor, it almost hurt someone, thank you both."

Although he speaks reasonablely, listening to his explanation, it can be seen that he is not blindly reckless, but after all, his nature is stubborn, Zhizhi doesn't want to have a close relationship with this kind of person, and he doesn't even want to talk to him. Once, turn around and leave.

Ling Duoduo took a little note of the other person's appearance. He was no stranger to the name "Fang Shiyu", and he could also mention Fang Shiyu's mother by the way—the smiling woman next to him should be the equally famous Miao Cuihua up.

This pair of mother and child is very interesting, and if he remembers correctly, Fang Shiyu in history will also enter Shaolin in the future, and he will be called "Shaolin Ten Tigers" together with Tong Qianjin and others.

In Jianghu, one more friend has always been more powerful. He wanted to make friends, but he didn't show it in front of Zhizhi. He followed Zhizhi without saying a word, and when he walked to the intersection, he turned his head slightly and nodded to them. hint.

Miao Cuihua was very unimpressed with Zhizhi's attitude of being cold to the point of scum, and she also stopped thinking, but after seeing the kindness conveyed by Ling Duoduo, she immediately took two steps forward and shouted: "Wait a minute, both of you But Jiulianshan Shaolin disciples?"

She didn't see the shadow of Shaolin in that little monk's moves, but such a powerful monk seemed to be the only one in Shaolin Temple.

Miao Cuihua had guessed at the very beginning, and she had a sense of kindness in her heart. In addition, after all, it was her son who caused the disaster, she was very enthusiastic towards Ling Duoduo just now.

Her father, Miao Xian, was also a Shaolin disciple, and is the younger brother of the current Shaolin abbot, Master Zhishan. Although Miao Cuihua has never entered Shaolin, she also learned authentic Shaolin Kungfu from her father.

Zhizhi paused, looked back, and did not answer, but ordered Ling Duoduo: "Let's go to Zhang Shaoran, the traitor's residence immediately."

The work of collecting clues has almost been completed. At this time, it is basically certain that Zhang Shaoran did not use Shaolin martial arts to do good deeds. Zhi Zhi originally planned to take a rest today and fight again tomorrow, but at this time, being called out in the street to reveal his identity, I am afraid that Zhang Shaoran will Get the news in advance and escape.

He was a little worried, and told Ling Duoduo: "This person is a lay disciple who has beaten the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation and went down the mountain. He is not a weak hand. Don't confront him head-on. I will deal with him." This disciple is a commandment The treasure of the hospital, if it is damaged here, Chi Chi will have the heart to kill him head-on.

Ling Duoduo said: "Then what should the disciple do to help the master?"

He could see that Zhizhi took him down the mountain not only to increase his knowledge, but more importantly, to improve his actual combat ability and accumulate valuable experience. Therefore, in the process of catching traitors, he must be needed. when.

Zhizhi said in a deep voice: "Because Zhang Shaoran has done a lot of evil and has ghosts in his heart, he specially hired eighteen guards to guard the courtyard. These people are just third-rate masters in the martial arts. You should deal with them carefully, don't be timid, and I will help you."

"Yes, disciple understands." Ling Duoduo responded, thought for a while and then took the initiative to say, "Master, the female benefactor just now seems to have Shaolin martial arts in her body."

"Really?" Zhizhi was quite surprised. He didn't pay much attention to Miao Cuihua before, but was observing and considering the way his disciples handled things, so he didn't see that Miao Cuihua had martial arts. And they are also of the same origin.

Ling Duoduo nodded resolutely: "Yes, I saw with my own eyes that he used Shaolin Kungfu, and his lightness kung fu is not bad."

Zhizhi thought for a while, and said, "I'm afraid it's the wives and children of former Shaolin disciples who returned to vulgarity. They taught them martial arts, mostly for strengthening their bodies." He didn't take it seriously, and this kind of situation is also very common. .