You Jianghu people really know how to play

The stream is steep and the stone road is deep, and there are jungles where the water source is poor.

In the dense green forest, a corner of the eaves is raised obliquely, and the glazed tiles shine brilliantly in the sunlight.

The showers have just stopped, and the sun has broken out of the clouds brilliantly.Water was dripping from the corners of the eaves, and there was a faint sound of urn bells.

Several monks in coir raincoats were walking on the mountain road, and all of them were wearing coir rain hats that are easy to walk in the rain.The coir raincoat and coir raincoat were full of rain, and they stuck to the body heavily.The monks are all equipped with martial arts, and their actions are not sluggish.

"If you want me to say, there is no need to go into it at all." The young monk put on his straw hat, "Rujing has only been in the temple for half a month, and he did not follow the rules of shaving and cutting his hair to become a monk. what is the relationship?"

"Master Xinghai was the one who shaved him." Someone lowered his voice, "People from the beggar gang came to kill Rujing, and they used Fulong Zhang. Do you think we can really swallow this breath?"

The young monk wondered: "What's wrong with Fulong's Palm?"

"Idiot!" The speaker couldn't help scolding, "Where did you learn Buddhism! Which eight are the eight dragons mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures, tell me!"

Only then did the young monk suddenly realize: "Fulongzhang... This is obviously going to fight Shaolin..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw several monks around him chanting Buddha's name and glaring at the monk who had just spoken.The monk was also nervous, and he blurted out "idiot" unintentionally, which was already a violation of the precept.He hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed to the last monk in the line: "Amitabha! Brother Zhaoxu, I made a slip of the tongue for a while, please be generous, sir, and don't mention it to the abbot!"

Zhaoxu took off the straw hat, raised his palm and recited a Buddha's name.He looked tired and his voice was hoarse.

"Junior brother, whether I say it or not, you have violated the precept. You'd better report it to the abbot yourself."

The monk begged a few more words, Zhaoxu was unmoved, and Fuyi walked up slowly.

Passing through the temple gate is the Shanmen Hall.The Shanmen Hall is also called the "Three Gate Hall". The three gates are called the Empty Gate, the Wuxiang Gate, and the Wuzuo Gate. Zhaoxu bowed his head and walked silently one by one until he entered the Heavenly King Hall.

There is a huge statue of Buddha standing in the Hall of Heavenly Kings, with Maitreya Buddha on the front and Weituo statue on the back, with four heavenly kings on both sides.Standing in front of Maitreya Buddha, Zhaoxu bowed and bowed.

The statue of Wei Tuo faces the Daxiong Hall behind the Hall of Heavenly Kings and faces Sakyamuni.After Zhaoxu entered the Daxiong Palace, he found Xinghai next to Amitabha Buddha.

The abbot of Shaolin has been vacant for a long time, and Xing Hai was finally elected to the position a few days ago.He has a higher prestige than Xingyan Xingku, and he is quite popular. He does not act too harshly, and the temple has calmed down temporarily.

The death of Monk Rujing was the first major event that Xinghai encountered.

Xin Muyun received rare courtesy in Shaolin, such as exclusive access to a meditation room, such as not having to attend morning classes every day, such as freedom of entry and exit.Xinghai gave him full respect, and Xin Muyun didn't break his promise. He wrote down the locations of the scriptures or martial arts secret books left by Shaolin that he knew.It's just that he is still on guard. He sits in the meditation room and writes day and night, and he has not finished writing for a long time.

He died so suddenly.When the monks patrolling the mountains found his body, they immediately reported to Xinghai, and Xinghai immediately went out to inspect it.He just glanced at it and knew it was the Fulong Palm of the Seventh Uncle of the Beggar Clan.

Xinghai chanted a few Buddha's name repeatedly, feeling pity in his heart.

That day, a young beggar's body was found outside the Buddhist temple wall in Lingyong City. Lin Shaoyi was the first to recognize that it was a disciple of the Beggar Gang, calling him A Sui.As soon as Xinghai heard Zhaoxu say that the child's master is Seventh Uncle, he immediately knew it was not good.Xin Muyun did not admit that he killed Ah Sui, and they really couldn't find evidence.But before Lin Shaoyi left, he uttered some harsh words, and the beggar gang came up with a clear goal.Xinghai knew that it must be Lin Shaoyi who told Uncle Seven about Ah Sui's death, but Xin Muyun refused to admit it, and there was no one to prove it, so they refused to admit it.

Xinghai just never expected that Uncle Qi would go up the mountain to kill people in such an open manner.

The surrounding disciples gathered around and looked at him closely.

The wound of Fulong's Palm has obvious characteristics, and Xinghai knew that Xingjue, Xingwu and others had already seen it.He is the new abbot, if he is in danger, he will retreat, otherwise he will lose all his prestige - he weighed it for a moment, and arranged for Shaolin disciples to go to the head of the beggar gang to discuss with the leader and Uncle Seven.

The team was led by Zhaoxu, and he hurriedly asked Zhaoxu about the progress of the matter.

Zhaoxu and others headed south all the way to the head of the Beggar Clan in Jinxi City.

But Zheng Dayou, the leader of the beggar gang, refused to meet with him, and the seventh uncle was nowhere to be seen. Zhaoxu and others found nothing during this trip.

Xing Hai was very disappointed: "Is that how you came back?"

Zhaoxu bowed his head and replied, "I just came back like this."

Seeing that he was looking down, Xinghai patted the futon and told him to sit down.

"If you have anything to say, feel free to tell me, Zhao Xu." Xing Hai said slowly, "I know your temperament, and I also know that this time... really made things difficult for you."

"Abbot, Zhaoxu has something to say, I don't know if I should say it or not." Zhaoxu said.

Xinghai naturally let him speak.

"Shaolin doesn't have enough confidence to go to the Beggar Gang to ask for an explanation." Zhaoxu said calmly, "Xin Muyun killed Ah Sui, this is a fact recognized by the Beggar Gang, and it is also the truth that both Zhaoxu and the abbot know well. Seventh Uncle avenged his disciples, there is nothing wrong with it. Although putting down the butcher knife can immediately become a Buddha, it is too coincidental for Xin Muyun to shave and become a monk immediately after killing Ah Sui, and his desire to avoid responsibility is too obvious. It is reasonable and reasonable for the beggar gang to attack It is in line with the rules of the world. Abbot, if we come to ask for an explanation again, it is a teacher who has no name."

Xinghai twisted the beads and shook his head gently.

"Zhaoxu, I have thought about what you said. But I am in the position, and everything cannot be just and fair. Strict and bitter, Shaolin has not only hurt its vitality, but also lost its prestige. The most frightening thing. If Shaolin cannot regain its reputation, what do you think the world will be like? If Shaolin goes down, there will be other gangs vying to stand up, and then there will be a bloodbath again. You and I don’t want to see it.”

Hearing what he said, Zhaoxu had no choice but to remain silent.

In the hall, only the wooden fish tapping could be heard, which came from the monks who were chanting scriptures on the other side.Xinghai paused for a moment, then spoke again: "I just saw you worshiping Maitreya Buddha? Maitreya is the future Buddha. What are you doing worshiping?"

"Don't do anything." Zhaoxu said a sentence of the Buddha's name, "Zhaoxu doesn't know what the future is, so I want to ask the Buddha to give some pointers."

"What's your understanding?"

Zhaoxu raised his head and looked at Xinghai quietly: "The disciple is dull and has not realized."

There was some pity in Xinghai's eyes: "Amitabha."

Zhaoxu turned his head to look at the monk tapping the wooden fish over there.The dense cloud broke, a ray of sunlight pierced into the hall, and fine dust billowed and danced.

A few days later, a strange guest was welcomed outside the Shaolin Temple.

At the foot of the mountain, he met Zhao Xu, who was carrying water, and greeted him excitedly.Zhaoxu recognized him for a while, and found out that he was a monk Zhaoyuan who returned to secular life a year ago.

Zhaoyuan and Zhaoxu studied Buddhism and martial arts in Shaolin since they were young.I thought he had no father or mother like Zhaoxu, but unexpectedly a year ago during the Spring Festival, a couple went to the temple to offer incense, and the son next to them was exactly the same as Zhaoyuan.After weeping and questioning, it turned out that they were a pair of twins who had been lost in the hands of Jianjing Qiangren.Zhaoyuan learned martial arts well, but his Buddha nature has always made the masters feel uncomfortable. After he found his parents, he naturally didn't want to stay in the lonely Shaolin, so he returned to the vulgar.

I haven't seen him for a year, but he has thick hair growing on his head, is dressed in lay clothes, and is carrying two chickens in his hand.

"Zhaoxu, why are you so thin?" Zhaoyuan grabbed his wrist to feel his pulse, before frowning, "Have you suffered internal injuries? How are you doing now?"

Zhaoxu smiled and said, "It's almost done."

Zhaoyuan put the two chickens waiting to be slaughtered behind a big rock that Zhaoxu couldn't see, and sat in the broken pavilion with him and chatted.

Zhaoxu didn't ask Zhaoyuan's layman's name, and still called him Zhaoyuan.Zhaoyuan didn't care, and chatted with him about the family affairs with great interest.

Fireworks in the world, firewood, rice, oil and salt.Arguing, laughing and cursing, crying and ignorance.

Zhaoyuan has a fairly close relationship with him, knowing that he has a gentle temperament, so he speaks freely and happily.

"After returning to vulgarity, anyway, I feel comfortable. There are not so many rules and restrictions. I can go wherever I want and eat whatever I want. How happy I am." Zhaoyuan patted his thigh and said, "I used to be in the temple. There are too many rules, and there are too many troubles. I feel that it is better to return to the secular world, which is much better than becoming a monk.”

After he finished speaking carelessly, he realized that Zhaoxu is still a monk now, and quickly comforted him: "Of course this is just my idea. Just listen to Zhaoxu, don't care."

"It's okay." Zhao Xu said gently, "There are good things everywhere, I understand."

The two chatted a lot, Zhaoyuan saw that his internal injury was about to heal, and helped him carry four buckets of water up.

"Why do you want to carry water? What about people of the same generation?" Zhaoyuan asked.

"It's okay." Zhaoxu said again.

Zhaoyuan put down the bucket and looked at him seriously.

"Zhaoxu, you look bad, and you're not in a good mood." He said, "If you have any unpleasant things, you might as well tell me."

Looking at him, Zhaoxu saw this man who had escaped from the shackles and returned to the world, and for a while, he really wanted to talk to him.

It's just that there are too many words in his chest, and the things he wants to say are too complicated, and he can't understand them for a while.

In the end, nothing was said, and the two waved goodbye.Zhaoyuan hastily went down the mountain to pick up the chicken, Zhaoxu poured all the water, and went down the hill to pick up the chicken again.

Once and twice, it took a long time.

When he came back with the last two buckets, he suddenly felt a human aura, and when he looked up, he saw Lin Shaoyi wearing new clothes sitting on a tree by the field, with a grass in his mouth, looking down at him.

Zhaoxu put down the bucket, raised his hand and made a Buddha with his Amitabha: "Amitabha, the leader of the Lin alliance."

Lin Shaoyi sat on the top of a tree, bending the top of a tall tree, and he swayed on it with a serious face.

"It's the vernal equinox, dad asked me to come and see you."

Zhaoxu thought for a while: "It's almost Qingming. Say hello to Madam for me."

Lin Shaoyi's mother was buried in the Lin family's cemetery, which is not far from Shaolin.Zhaoxu knew that Lin Shaoyi was going to his mother's side to take care of the grave, so he came here to see him.

Lin Shaoyi was dangling on the tree, watching Zhaoxu finish watering the last two plots.

"The one who talked to you just now is also a monk? His martial arts skills are like those of Shaolin, but what's the matter with killing chickens?" He asked loudly.

"Zhaoyuan is a monk returning to the vulgar." Zhaoxu answered him, "Those who violate the temple rules and are expelled from the temple are called returning to the vulgar. Those who leave voluntarily are returning to the vulgar. Zhaoyuan is returning to the vulgar..."

"Then do you want to return to vulgarity, or return to vulgarity?" Lin Shaoyi suddenly interrupted him.

Zhaoxu was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but look back at him: "What do you mean?"

"Don't pretend to be a stranger to me." Lin Shaoyi jumped down from the tree, "Father asked me to ask you, do you want to return to the vulgar or return to the vulgar."

Zhaoxu was startled, his feet were unsteady, and he kicked over the bucket beside him.His voice trembled, and he held back for a long time before he said slowly: "Didn't you lie to me?"