Fifty-four Chapters to Protect the Buddha Villa
As they passed the outer courtyard, a weak middle-aged voice came from behind the screen wall: "Four distinguished guests are here. I apologize for any delay in greeting you from afar."
Immediately afterwards, a monk and a layman came forward. The monk, who was sixty years old, had a solemn appearance, and the layman wore coarse clothes and had a peaceful face. The old monk clasped his hands together and bowed, and said: "Amitabha, the four heroes have come from afar. The old monk missed the way to meet them. Please forgive me." After saying this, he bowed and stepped in.
The four of them saw that the two of them were breathing calmly, clearly possessing special skills, but at the moment they were really humble and polite, so they didn't have trouble getting angry. They bowed and thanked them and followed the two of them inside.
Soon they came to a large hall, and the four of them looked up. It was dark and full of people. The first two people sitting in the guest seat were dressed the same. They were the two foolish monks of Emei, and behind them stood a beautiful woman with a plump figure. , none other than Shen Qiuyue. Under him stood this big flag and wrote "Zhao, leader of the martial arts alliance", followed by the masters of Wudang, Kongtong and Qingcheng sects. The seat above the master's house was vacant, and below him there was an old beggar with gray hair, who was the famous mad beggar Wu Mingming, and below him were the masters of the Kunlun and Diancang sects.
The four people came into the hall, and more than half of them stood up in unison. The owner of the village, Sai Weituo, introduced one by one: "The master of martial arts, the God of the Beggar Clan, is named Wu Gong Wu Lao Yingxiong, the leader of the Central Plains Wulin League, the leader of Huashan, Zhao Daxia, the Wudang leader, the immortal Chang Chongxuan, and Emei Chidi." The divine monk also has disciples Shen Nuxia, Master Kunlun Master Yin and Yang, Kongtong famous Taoist Iron Hand, Taoist Master Xuanhe, the first disciple of the Qingcheng Sect, Master Lu Cangsong of the Three Swords of Dian Cang, and Ren Fengren, who is in charge of the Haisha Gang Gang leader, Tang Shaojie, the young hero of the Tang Sect in Sichuan, Chao Yangzi, the master of Dongyue Taishan Sect, Xing Xing, the old hero who travels across Qinghai, Xing Zhaoguo, the Tenzin divine monk from Tibet, Li Laoying, the lone beggar, and the parade of Puji Temple in Jiuhua Mountain, Anhui Master Kongwu, the divine monk, Lu Long, Xiao Fengxian and his wife, Penglai Qi practitioner..." He introduced in one breath the famous figures in the martial arts world in their thirties and fifties, most of whom have been famous for a long time.
The four of them held their fists respectfully and said, "Sang Boyong, Qiao Erniang, Liu Sangong, and Ji Haishou outside the Pass meet all heroes!"
After a while of polite greetings, Qiao Erniang put the unconscious Jun brother on her back directly on the seat of the previous host's house, clasped her fists and said: "The four of us are here but we have something to ask. Since Master Sun is out, Shaolin, there is an eminent Shaolin monk here, I think he can give some advice." After saying this, he looked at the eminent monk and Saiweituo, and their expressions suddenly changed.
After saying that, he took off the handsome man's shirt, revealing a pair of red palm prints.
Someone sitting down shouted loudly: "Great Amitabha Palm!" Wu Mingming, the mad beggar at the head, coughed dryly.
Everyone turned around to look, only to see a beggar with a round belly holding a big gourd in his hand and drinking a sip of wine.
A strange-looking monk next to him said in blunt Mandarin: "It's the Buddha's Great Amitabha Palm."
Sang Boyong praised: "What a great insight!"
Everyone looked at the mad beggar Wu Mingming and the two masters, a monk and a layman, who were sitting at the head. Wu Mingming closed his eyes slightly and nodded lightly, which was regarded as confirmation.
The two crazy monks here immediately broke out and cursed: "Well, the Shaolin sect is not only accustomed to killing Buddhists, but now it also relies on the unique skills passed down by Bodhidharma to kill ordinary people. Now that there are heroes in the world, what should I ask? I understand!"
The great monk kept saluting everywhere, but did not dare to say a word.
Upon seeing this, Zhao An stood up and said: "Seniors and heroes, please be patient and ask four friends to tell us about this person's origins. Let's discuss it later."
Qiao Erniang took out a few gold leaves from her arms and used a technique to insert them on the wall of the central hall. Most of them were famous masters. Naturally, they could see this hidden weapon technique, which was really unlike any other in the world. Under the master of hidden weapons.
Tang Shaojie, from the Tang Sect's hidden weapon family, couldn't help but be the first to applaud.
Suddenly he shouted with sharp eyes: "Thin grass, gentle breeze, golden leaves!"
"Could it be...could he be from Xianyun Village?"
Another shouted: "That's right! I had seen this person when Xiao Fan Li celebrated his birthday in Xianyun Village that day. That's right, it's him. He is Xiao Fan Li's personal disciple. He seems to be called Shen Fu..."
As soon as these words came out, several others echoed them.
The two foolish monks were a little happy: "Okay, now your Shaolin Temple has troubled Xianyun Village again. Let's wait until Xiao Fan Li and his brothers arrive to see what your Shaolin Temple is capable of!"
Mrs. Qiao Er said loudly: "The four of us snatched this man from the mouth of a wild wolf. When we found him, he was seriously injured and dying."
Sang Boyong continued: "Yes, it was the Amitabha Palm, the secret skill of Shaolin, that hurt him. He also carried this golden leaf with him."
Having said this, he looked at the old monk again and said politely: "I am ashamed to say that my four abilities are low. I spent a lot of real power and fed two miraculous medicines. I can only save him." He is still unconscious. As far as I know, the Great Amitabha Palm is a unique skill of Shaolin. I think the masters of Shaolin must have a way to cure it, so I took the liberty to come here. Master, please don't blame me for being disrespectful! "
The old monk just bowed his head and said nothing. When Wu Mingming saw this, he said: "Let the old beggar say a few words." You must know that the crazy beggar Wu Mingming is like the abbot of Shaolin. They are both in the martial arts world. Their fame and morality are the same for a while. Zhao An of Huashan is afraid The heroes rushed to Shaolin, but it was difficult for him to control the situation, so he sent a letter to invite him to come and take charge.
When the heroes saw him opening his mouth, they all listened attentively. Although the four heroes outside the pass had been outside the pass for a long time, how could they not recognize him? They all clasped their fists in salute, bowed and said, "Just ask the old man for your instructions!"
Wu Mingming briefly waved his hand, and a middle-aged beggar in his forties walked out from behind. He stepped forward to feel Shen Fu's pulse. He just put his hand on Shen Fu and said: "This young man has learned a lot, and his internal strength is He was undoubtedly a disciple of Xiao Fan Li. He was a disciple of Xiao Fan Li. He was hit with a palm on his chest and survived, which showed that the attacker intended to beat him to death. His unconsciousness was caused by the intense fire attack and hunger and cold. The injury was so serious, but he was not alive. The serious problem is that he first took the nourishing elixir Ginseng Qi Pills, and then took the secret elixir from Miao territory, and four first-class masters delivered their true power respectively. Don't worry, all you need to do is use golden needles to dredge the qi and blood. , it will be cured after just one or two treatments.”
The four heroes outside the pass took a deep breath, and couldn't help but be shocked. This man could tell the whole story of the injured person clearly with just one pulse. This kind of medical skill was so uncanny that he never told a lie. Otherwise, the secret will be exposed.
Sang Boyong calmed down a little and continued: "Yes, this gentleman is really amazing. We first fed our sect's elixir, ginseng and qi nourishing pills. Seeing that it didn't work, we took out the Miao Jiang that we won in a bet with an old Taoist a few days ago. The secret elixir and the power of four of my brothers saved him from death, but hey, he couldn't be revived either."
The heroes saw that he was joking a little when he finished his words, and their tense heartstrings relaxed a little, and some of them even laughed out loud.
The two crazy monks saw that the knot was about to be untied easily, but they felt unhappy and opened their mouths: "The Great Amitabha Palm Technique is a Shaolin stunt. This young man was injured by a Shaolin stunt. I believe the eminent monks in the Shaolin Temple must have an explanation. Bar!"
The old monk just lowered his head and said nothing. When Wu Mingming saw this, he said, "Master Jue Xing, what do you say?"
The old monk Jue Xing straightened his back slightly, sang the Buddha's name, and said slowly: "This Great Amitabha Palm indeed comes from Shaolin, but since the Song and Jin Dynasties, few people in this temple can learn it. It has been passed down from generation to generation in the temple. A senior monk who learned this skill traveled to the Western Regions and disappeared. Later, the monk sent his disciples back to the temple to offer incense. Only then did the temple learn that this monk was enthroned in Dunhuang during the Yanyou period of the previous dynasty. Only now did the old monk realize that if it had been someone else, he would never have known what was going on. I would like all the heroes in the world to learn from this!" After saying this, he clasped his hands together and saluted.
Zhao An stood up and said, "Master Jue Xing, that is to say, no one in your temple knows the unique skill of the Great Amitabha Palm? No one in the Bodhidharma Academy and Arhat Hall has learned it?"
Monk Jue Xing murmured in reply: "That's right. The martial arts handed down by Bodhidharma are so exquisite and complex, and they have been perfected by generations of eminent monks. I think the monks who practice in this temple have not learned the method, so there is no one in this temple." Master this unique skill."
The heroes knew that what he said was reasonable, and they didn't say much.
Zhao An asked again: "Will this special skill be spread to other people? If no one in the world can master it, how can anyone be injured by this special skill?"
Tenzin, the Tibetan monk sitting on the seat, suddenly shouted: "Of course!" When the heroes saw a strangely dressed monk, they all looked this way.
Monk Tenzin stood up and said: "Old monk has seen someone who can do this stunt, but..." Most of the heroes didn't know it, and when they saw him start to show off, some of them had a bad temper and began to curse.
Zhao An stood up and came to Tenzin, clasped his fists and saluted, and said politely: "I would like to ask the master, what does this person look like? Where is he now? Does the master know his origin?" Tenzin returned the courtesy and said: "This person He was sixty years old and has passed away now. As for its origin, the old monk cannot answer."
The heroes saw that he seemed to be deliberately teasing Zhao An, but his words were sincere and true, not joking, and they were unsure whether they were true or false.
Zhao An looked at Li Dadu next to him, his thoughts changed, he bowed and clasped his fists and saluted: "This Master Tenzin doesn't know the origin of that person. Of course, Senior Li knows about it. Please ask Senior Li to pay tribute to Master Wu." The hero and the heroes of the world will solve the problem."
Li Dadu glanced at the mad beggar Wu Mingxiong sitting in the seat, rolled his eyes at Zhao An, and said lightly: "Are you ignorant? The person who knows this skill is named Zuo Mingzhenxiong, and he is a reclusive person. Master, it's just that he was beaten to death by another hero with the force of his palm."
"died?"
The heroes know that Li Dadu knows everything about the world, and if he opens his mouth, he will definitely not be wrong. But since this person is dead, how will he be hurt in this life? There must be many people outside of Shaolin who know this unique skill.
There were many discussions in private for a while, but no one spoke out in front of everyone.
Li Dadu sneered when he saw this, and deliberately said loudly: "The old beggar and Master Tenzin saw it with their own eyes, how could it be false?" After saying this, he took another sip of wine.
Zhao An asked again: "Senior, do you know this person's origins? Is there any descendant?" Li Dadu took away the wine gourd, patted his belly and said with a smile: "I will have three sips of wine today. Zhao Dameng mainly asks about the affairs in the world. Let’s change another day!”
Zhao An sneered after being rejected, and turned around to return to his seat. The heroes couldn't hold it in anymore and were about to curse, but because of the face of the beggar gang Wu Mingming, they had to give up. Some just shook their heads and smiled bitterly, but the voices of discussion were louder than ever. One wave.
Crazy beggar Wu Mingming glared at him from the corner of his eye, but Li Dadu snorted coldly and actually glared at the master as well.
Those with sharp eyes looked at this crazy master and disciple and couldn't laugh or cry.
The Iron Hand Taoist shouted at the top of his lungs: "In this case, this young man must not have been injured by a Shaolin master! Everyone, I will say a few words, I think this young man will stay here and be healed by the Shaolin sect." Master Jue Xing and Master Sun, what do you think?"
Monk Jue Xing and Sai Weituo were eager to put the matter to rest, and quickly nodded in agreement. They kept bowing to express their thanks, and called on several young novices to carry him to the back hall for treatment.
At this time, Sang Boyong clasped his fists and said, "Since this friend has someone to take care of him, that's the best thing. We brothers have other things to do, so I won't bother you. I'll say goodbye now!" After saying this, he bowed and clasped his fists. Say goodbye.
A woman sitting on the seat shouted: "Four seniors, please stay!" It was Qiuyue with her eyebrows and her arms hooked.
Ji Haishou turned around and asked, "What? Does Miss Shen have any other instructions?"
Shen Qiuyue clasped her fists and said, "Seniors are the leaders of the green forest outside the customs. It coincides with such a grand event as the martial arts in the Central Plains. I dare to stay with you for a few days so that I can bear witness with the heroes of the world. What do you think?"
Liu Sangong laughed three times and replied: "If you don't say anything secretly in front of people, the whole world knows that your Emei sect and Liang Zi of the Shaolin sect celebrate festivals. We brothers are used to living alone outside the customs, so it's better to stay here. , I can’t wait a few days to learn how the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple handle things! The Shaolin sect is known as the Taishan Beidou of the Central Plains martial arts for thousands of years, and I think it will give an explanation to the martial arts comrades in the world. "
Severus Tuo's expression changed and he had no choice but to arrange for tea. There was another wave of courtesy from the heroes, and it took a while before they sat down.
Crazy beggar Wu’s name is not good. He has close friendship with several eminent monks in Shaolin. This time he accepted Zhao’s invitation because he was afraid that the two crazy monks would disregard the safety of the martial arts and disturb the Shaolin Temple. Some people with evil intentions would take the opportunity to suppress the Shaolin Temple. If the abbot Jueming of Shaolin Temple makes a slight mistake under the banner of martial arts, the Shaolin sect will inevitably be in chaos. If Shaolin is in chaos, the martial arts world will be in turmoil, and the consequences will be unimaginable.
He had not been concerned about major affairs in the world for a long time, but now he was relying on his old skills. He coughed a few times and took the lead in speaking: "Today there are all heroes in the world, and the old beggar is relying on his old skills to show off his skills. Let's say a few words."
Even though the two crazy monks were perverse, they were convinced by this senior master. They actually got up and knelt down, saying one by one: "Mr. Wu is the prestige of the martial arts world. I, the thirty-nine people of Emei, have paid their blood debts. I ask senior to uphold justice." .”
Another muttered: "The old man has a personal relationship with the abbot of Shaolin. You can't be partial in front of the world's heroes."
Shen Qiuyue was trembling with anger. She was asking for something right now, and the lunatic monk actually said something so imprecise. He hurriedly knelt on the ground and said: "My uncle has never been able to speak. Old Grandmaster, please don't care about it. Please ask Old Grandmaster to make the decision for us for justice in the martial arts world!" After saying this, he burst into tears and kowtowed.
When the heroes saw how sad he was crying, they couldn't bear it. Wu Mingming let out a long sigh, helped him up, and said slowly: "My child, you get up first. You are still young, and the grudges and grudges in the world are..." At this point , he suddenly paused.
The crazy monk finally couldn't hold it any longer, he rolled up from the ground, grabbed the collar of the monk Jue Xing, and cursed: "When will Abbot Jueming of Shaolin come out to meet me?" Master Jue Xing still looked submissive. He looked like he was hesitating for a long time and couldn't say a single word.
The two sons of Yin and Yang shouted: "Shaolin Temple has always prided itself on being brilliant, so how can it care about other sects? I think the thirty-nine lives of your Emei sect were lost in vain. You two crazy monks killed the Shaolin Temple itself." Even the academy is no match for Abbot Jueming’s Shaolin Fist.”
Another added: "Exactly, exactly! If I were you, I would naturally hide back in Mount Emei and practice the secret skills handed down from my ancestors for ten years before I come out. Then I can naturally sweep Shaolin and seek justice."
The Iron Hand Taoist from the Kongtong Sect has always been a fiery person, and he immediately scolded me: "Shut up, you two bastards! It's not too big of a deal to see the excitement, right? At that time, we all went to the White Lotus Sect Futon Cave, among which Because everyone knows it well and yet dares to stir up trouble here, be careful to make Master Dao angry and kill you two idiots!"
The two sons of Yin and Yang replied: "You are a bastard who is a slave to others, you are worthy of teaching us a lesson!" After saying this, they all pressed their swords and pointed angrily at the Taoist Iron Hand.
Just as the two sides were at war with each other, suddenly a customer outside shouted: "The Jade Flute Sword has arrived!"
The four heroes outside the Pass were in panic while waiting, and Liu Sangong almost screamed.
Everyone gradually calmed down, and a man in plain clothes walked in with an eye-catching look.
The Jade Flute Sword clasped its fists and said loudly: "Li Hong has seen all the heroes come here uninvited. Please don't take offense if you are not careful."
Li Dadu laughed and was about to go up to talk to him, but Li Feiyun ignored him. Li Dadu said "Huh" and was stunned. He only said that Li Dadu had been refuted by him in front of the heroes. He just pretended not to know and ignored it.
The Jade Flute Sword walked straight forward and greeted the two foolish monks of the Emei Sect: "Wan Sheng heard about the affairs of your sect and came boldly to help."
Sang Boyong signaled the others to calm down, but saw that the jade flute sword didn't seem to see the four of them at all, and didn't react at all even if their eyes met.
Ji Haishou whispered in a low voice: "There were so many people there that day, so he might not recognize us." Only then did he feel relieved.
The heroes did not expect that Yuxiao Sword would help the Emei Sect so straightforwardly. The powerful Xianyunzhuang behind Qi was on the side of the Emei Sect. You should know that recently several of his brothers have become famous in the martial arts, known as " "The Seven Heroes of China, one sword for the world", they are not easy to mess with.
The person who secretly had bad intentions and came to see the Shaolin sect’s jokes was even more happy. The two foolish monks were also overjoyed, and for the first time they stood up and gave up their seats. Crazy beggar Wu Mingming looked at Li Feiyun up and down again and again, and even fell into deep thought.
Seeing this, Zhao An pondered for a moment, stood up and said loudly: "All of us are here for the Emei Sect's festival with Shaolin Temple and Foguang Temple. Some are on the side of the Emei Sect, and some are on the Shaolin Sect. If we come again, This debate is going on and on. I'm afraid that the world's martial arts community will be divided into two factions, and they will kill each other if they are not careful. It is better to discuss a resolution as soon as possible." At this point, he clasped his fists and raised his hand towards Madang. The beggar named Wu said, "What do you think, Mr. Wu?"
Wu Mingming squinted his eyes and asked calmly: "Master Jue Xing, when will the abbot of your sect meet?"
Old monk Jue Xing replied: "Well... this... this... Brother Abbot has given instructions. As soon as Abbot Xingzhi of Foguang Temple arrives, he will come immediately to meet the heroes of the world."
Wu Mingming asked again: "Has Master Abbot ever said how to resolve this matter?"
Before waiting for an answer, the mad monk stood up and shouted: "Mr. Wu, don't worry about it anymore. In front of the martial arts leader and the heroes of the world, I want to explain that the two of us brothers have already given the advice to Abbot Jueming and Foguang of Shaolin." Abbot Xingzhi of the temple has completed the letter writing. This matter is about right and wrong, as well as victory and defeat. We brothers will challenge the eminent monks of the Shaolin Sect and Foguang Temple. The Emei Sect will join forces with us brothers. You Shaolin Sect and Foguang Temple Let all the monks here join forces or choose a representative to end. We are only competing for one game. If our Emei sect loses, it is up to you whether you want to kill or behead them all. If you lose, this Buddha bone relic of Patriarch Bodhidharma will be It will be moved to our Mount Emei, and from then on the source of Buddhism in the world will move west to our Emei."
The heroes were in an uproar. How could the heroes know about this chapter of book revision? If the Shaolin Sect really loses and the relics of Patriarch Bodhidharma are moved westward, from then on, the Emei Sect will surpass Shaolin and become the leader of the world's martial arts.
Some people also secretly laughed at the foolish monk for speaking so loudly. Even if they practiced martial arts, they would still be far from the match of Abbot Jueming.
Crazy beggar Wu Mingming's face was gloomy, his eyes were slightly closed and he could no longer speak. Zhao An was sitting upright with an expression on his face that was neither yin nor yang. Even Chong Xuanzi, Tie Shou Taoist and other famous martial arts figures had expressions of surprise on their faces, which could not be calmed down for a long time.
Monk Kongwu, a parading monk at Puji Temple in Mount Jiuhua, and Tenzin, a Tibetan monk, were both Buddhists and knew the importance of the relics of Bodhidharma. No matter how highly cultivated they were, they broke out in a cold sweat when they heard this.
On the other hand, the Jade Flute Sword laughed three times and said, "It seems that the Buddhist Holy Land is about to change its owner!"
The group of monks heard this and sang in unison: "Amitabha!"
Zhao An suddenly said: "Before the two principals, Abbot Jueming and Abbot Foguang Xingzhi of Shaolin, arrive at the Buddha Protector Villa, everyone must first abide by the arrangements of Master Sun and the masters, and do not act rashly or move around at will! This morning Nvxia Shen from the Emei sect also told me——"
At this point, he deliberately prolonged his tone, and his eyes scanned the expressions of everyone on the field like a fishing eagle, and said: "The Emei Sect has lost a few relics of our brothers--"
The heroes were all immersed in the shocking words of the crazy monk. They didn't care about these random things and turned a deaf ear. Only the faces of the four heroes outside the pass changed and they looked at each other.
Zhao An saw it and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, then looked at the jade flute sword from the corner of his eyes, but saw that he still had no expression on his face.
Zhao An deliberately prolonged his tone and spoke slowly: "It seems to Zhao that the weapons used by Ouyang Shaoxia of the Emei Sect were lost ten months ago -"
Looking at the four heroes outside the pass, their expressions changed significantly. If Ji Haishou hadn't held them down next to him, Liu Sangong would have almost stood up in shock.
Zhao An glanced sideways at the jade flute sword again, and then he saw the muscles in the corners of his eyes contract suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and disappeared in an instant. The corners of his mouth also raised slightly, and then he turned to look at himself.
Zhao An couldn't help but feel his whole body getting hot. Fortunately, he couldn't express his emotions and anger, so he covered it up casually.
The Taoist Iron Hand who was not far away from him seemed to feel that as the leader of the martial arts alliance, Master Zhao should not talk about such a big event in the martial arts. He coughed heavily. Zhao An immediately understood and put away his thoughts. The whole house has already exploded, and the discussion has grown from small to loud.
