On the official road five miles east of Chang'an City, an ordinary carriage was slowly traveling eastward.
"Princess, there is a group of monks in front of us who seem to be resting." The driver is a smart and capable strong young man from the imperial guard. In the car is the little princess Changle.
Since becoming a disciple of Taoist Ge Dan of the Shangqing Sect, Xiao Changle has learned medical skills from Taoist Ge Dan every other day. It's just that Taoist priest Ge Dan sometimes stayed temporarily in Xiaojiazhuang, and sometimes visited friends at Laojun Temple outside the city. This time he visited Yuan Tiangang at Laojun Temple.
Hearing the coachman's reminder, Xiao Changle rolled his eyes and said, "Stop the car. I heard that my brother-in-law will go to Daxingshan Temple tomorrow to fight those bald monks. Those monks will definitely find someone to help them. Maybe these monks are here. To assist in boxing.”
"Princess, how about I send someone to send a message and arrest these monks?" the coachman whispered.
Xiao Changle chuckled, "No need. My father didn't dare to arrest the monk in person, so I let my brother-in-law go."
"Then? Let's go, just send someone to remind the Marquis." The coachman thought the little princess didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Changle got out of the car and jumped out, "You drive to my master and ask for leave. I won't go to school today. I'm going to ask these bald monks what they do?"
"Hey, no, no, it's dangerous..."
In the end, the driver did not stop him, so he had to send someone to Laojun to report the news, and then arranged for someone to guard him secretly.
The group of monks resting on the official road came from the Songshan Shaolin Temple. There were thirteen people in total. The leader was an old monk named Tan Zong. This group of monks was none other than the famous Thirteen-stick Shaolin monks. The current emperor Li Er has a life-saving grace. The Shaolin Temple sent them to help with the boxing. The meaning was obvious and the weight was sufficient.
With this group of people coming forward, the court could not interfere openly, so Xiao Rui was left to fight alone.
"Wow, there are so many bald heads, uncle, can I touch your bald head? Why don't you all have long hair?" A childish voice sounded, attracting the attention of all the meditating and chanting monks. When they turned around, they saw a man with red lips and white teeth. A little girl in simple and neat clothes.
By coincidence, the first person she found was the old monk Tan Zong.
The old monk burst out laughing, "My child, at this age, I'm afraid I'm enough to be your grandfather. We are monks. It's not that we don't grow our hair, we have all shaved it off."
Xiao Changle bit his finger to express doubt, "Grandpa? No, you're lying. Grandpa's beard must be white. You don't even have a beard."
Monk Tan Zong is accomplished in cultivation. Although he is over fifty years old, he looks at most forty.
A monk next to him smiled and said: "Little benefactor, Master Tanzong has even shaved off his beard, otherwise you wouldn't have recognized him because his beard was gray. Why are you alone on this official road? Where is your master?" "
Xiao Changle chuckled, "My parents said they would take me to some temple to worship Buddha and pray for blessings. I didn't like it. Just now, I sneaked out of the carriage while my mother was sleeping. Hey, uncle, let me touch your bald head, okay? Good? It’s so bright, I’ll touch it and leave.”
Forehead……
The monks were slightly surprised. This child is so brave. It's so strange. How dare a person escape alone? Aren't you afraid of meeting human traffickers?
The old monk Tanzong said quickly: "Sengman, hurry up and catch up with the carriage in front of you and see which family has lost its child."
A fat monk immediately stood up, holding a stick and ran towards Chang'an City.
But Xiao Changle plopped down on the ground and cried loudly, "Oh, oh, I won't go back, let me touch your bald head..."
ah? Uncle Master, this...
Tan Zong smiled bitterly. Among us, a bunch of rough guys, who has any experience in raising children?
"That's all, Seng Guang, just let this kid touch it."
Seng Guang: Why me?
Little Changle immediately stopped crying and giggled non-stop while playing with Seng Guang's bald head.
"Hey, it turns out that this is why you don't have long hair. But your head is not round enough, so it's not fun to touch. Hey, uncle, can I touch you?"
Forehead……
Well, they were all allowed to be touched anyway, so I was not the only one left, so the little guy just played around and touched them all one by one.
"It's not good, it's not good, uncle." Sengman, who ran to find someone, came back, "No, I didn't find him."
The monks were surprised and said: "How could it be? If a child is lost in the carriage, he will definitely be found soon and look for it anxiously. How could it not be there?"
Could it be that this child is telling lies?
Everyone lowered their heads and looked at Xiao Changle. The little guy's eyes were evasive, and he was extremely guilty. He grabbed Tan Zong's clothes and said, "I, I won't go home, I don't want to go home, bald old man, don't send me back." OK?"
Tan Zong sighed: "It turns out she is a little girl who ran away from home. Let's go, it's time for us to enter the city. After entering the city, we will send her to the Yamen. This kind of matter will be handled by the government."
Xiao Changle sat on the ground and cried loudly again, no matter how much the monks coaxed him, he couldn't do it. Helpless, the old monk could only promise to take it with him and play with it for two days, and then send it back when he wanted to go home.
"Bald old man, there are so many of you, all holding sticks, are you going to fight? Can you get me one too, and I will help you fight too."
Monk Sengguang couldn't help laughing, "Uncle Master, this little girl is still very loyal. Little guy, you guessed it right, we are indeed here to help people fight. But you can't help. Fighting is a matter for adults. Just watch carefully. There is no devil in the world that our Shaolin Thirteen Stick Formation cannot conquer."
Pooh! What are the Thirteen Shaolin Sticks? I've never heard of it, it's nonsense. My brother-in-law is invincible. Xiao Changle cursed secretly in his heart.
Seeing that she looked confused, the old monk Tan Zong scolded his disciple: "Seng Guang, how can a monk tell lies? Daxingshan Temple invited us to help debate Buddhism, not to fight. You are telling a little kid this? It shows that the anger in my heart is endless, so I will punish you by copying the scriptures ten times tonight."
Monk Sengguang immediately withered and quickly put his hands together to apologize.
I figured it out. These monks are indeed not good people. They are really here to help Daxingshan Temple. I have to find a way to help my brother-in-law. Otherwise, if there are so many monks, my brother-in-law may not be louder than them when they quarrel.
As soon as his eyes rolled, his plan came to mind. Not long after entering the city, he saw a small restaurant not far ahead. Changle was crying and said he was hungry and wanted to eat.
The old monk took out the dry food, but the little guy was picky and said it was too dry and hard to eat. I want to go to the big tavern to eat delicious food. This voice sounded like it came from a wealthy family.
Being pestered by him and unable to do anything, the old monk could only rely on it, "Then let it go. Monk Man, go and ask the store to prepare a table of fast food. By the way, prepare some for the child."
"Wow, what is vegetarian food? Is it delicious? I haven't eaten it yet. I want to eat it. I want to eat it too." Little Changle's eyes lit up with stars.
"Well, we just want a table of fast food, let's eat together." The monks led the little guy into the restaurant. The store owner is a shrewd person. He made arrangements quickly and thoughtfully arranged a large private room to avoid being disturbed.
Although there has been a lot of criticism against bald monks in Chang'an city recently, business people will not offend customers easily. The purpose of arranging the box is to prevent common people from conflicting with this group of monks.
