Chapter 55: Monks Struggle with Laity
After a few words of greeting, Head Zhao has gained a lot. He has roughly known the purpose of the two waves of people in front of him, but he still holds back, pretending not to know, and said to the two foolish monks: "You two seniors insist on this, the world A hero can't stop him even if he wants to."
The two crazy monks snorted viciously at him and did not answer.
Zhao An continued: "It's just that this is just the idea of your Emei sect. I don't know if the two abbots of Shaolin Temple and Foguang Temple have agreed to it?"
The heroes were in an uproar again.
The crazy monk jumped up and shouted to the audience: "It is best for Shaolin Temple and Foguang Temple to challenge. If they do not accept the challenge, we two Buddhas will join hands and kill the thirty-nine eminent monks from Shaolin Temple and Foguang Temple." A total of seventy-eight lives were taken to pay off the debt.”
The crazy monk said: "That's exactly it."
"Fusheng Infinite Heavenly Lord!" Taoist Priest Chongxuan of Wudang Mountain stood up, waved his fly whisk, and earnestly advised: "You two masters, please think twice!"
The crazy monk replied: "Hmph! There's no need to think twice! The Shaolin Sect and Foguang Temple rely on martial arts to kill my Emei Sect's disciples. How can we prevent them from killing a few of them now?"
The crazy monk also said: "Not bad!"
The two sons of Yin and Yang shouted loudly: "We are all in the martial arts world. It is not bad to avenge a grudge and repay a favor! The two monks are really admirable. This is the true nature of a man and a hero!" The two monks of Chidian taught them. A compliment becomes more and more unforgiving.
The jade flute sword stood up and said: "Hu people in the Western Regions often read a scripture. There is a sentence in it that couldn't be better. It's called 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a pressure, a hand for a hand, a hand for a hand. 'A foot for a foot', I think what the two masters of the Emei Sect are doing is just right!"
When Monk Danzeng heard that Yu Xiaojian actually said this, he immediately sneered at him: "That's so good. I've heard for a long time that Yu Xiaojian and Li Feiyun are talented in literature. How could he be so vicious? This made the old monk look at him with admiration. The two distinguished Jin Lans Brothers have all had dealings with the old monk, how could he be so heroic and chivalrous, how could he befriend a scum like you."
The Jade Xiaojian sneered a few times but didn't reply.
Upon seeing this, Zhao An walked up to Wu Mingming and asked in a low voice: "Old senior, what should we do?" Wu Mingming, the crazy beggar, slowly raised his old eyes and remained silent for a long time.
Zhao An said softly: "In my opinion, instead of endless vendettas and fights with each other, it is better to decide the outcome in one battle. Whoever wins and who worships will be conducive to the peace of the martial arts world." Wu Mingming then slowly nodded and continued to close his eyes. .
Zhao An said loudly: "For the former, our Taishan Heroes Conference formed an alliance. There is no need to explain the reasons. Now, I think the method of competition proposed by the two seniors of the Emei Sect is acceptable. As for the bet, we still have to listen and understand. Master and Master Xingzhi have said it. Now that all the heroes in the world have come to bear witness, we all must not forget our identities and must not take the opportunity to cause other troubles."
Taishan faction Chaoyangzi then said: "Yes, we should listen to the leader of the martial arts alliance!" The heroes knew that he intended to curry favor with Zhao An, and they all despised him, but for a while they couldn't find any reason to object, so they all stopped talking.
Zhao An said loudly to Monk Jue Xing: "Master Jue Xing, we are all rough people in the world. We are not as good as the eminent monks who practice. Now that they are all gathered at the foot of this Buddhist gate, it is inevitable that they will stumble and damage the table and benches if they stay for a long time. Yes, I'm afraid it's not good. I think it's better to invite Abbot Jueming out early and discuss the solution!" His implication was to remind Monk Jue Xing that this matter should be resolved as soon as possible to avoid long nights and nightmares.
Monk Jue Xing couldn't hear it, so he clasped his hands together and couldn't stop thanking him, and said slowly: "The young monk has sent someone to invite the abbot. Please wait a moment, everyone. Wait a moment." With a wave of his big hand, he also ordered the waiters. The young novice couldn't help but add tea and water, and the heroes had to endure and watch indifferently.
The time for one stick of incense passed in a blink of an eye, and it was surprisingly quiet while sitting there. Zhao An, the leader above, was sitting at attention, looking at everyone; the mad beggar Wu Mingming opposite him stopped his crazy posture, his eyes were slightly closed, and he seemed to be asleep. The protagonists of this good show, the crazy two monks, have clean faces and no signs of grief. They seem to be sure to win the bet.
The few remaining prominent figures in the martial arts world also showed their composure in the face of wind and rain: Taoist Master Chongxuan of Wudang did not leave his hands on the teacup, and the two pairs of mouse eyes of Kunlun Yin and Yang did not leave Zhao An and Wu Mingzhi. , the Kongtong Sect Iron Hand Taoist opened his eyes as if he was angry, the four heroes outside the pass kept exchanging glances with each other, but the Jade Flute Sword looked relaxed, and the rest of them all had their own concerns and thoughts flying around.
Li Dadu was full of doubts: Who was responsible for the injury of Shen Fu in Xianyun Village? The four heroes outside the Pass today are just here to save people? Why did the Jade Flute Sword go out of its way and publicly threaten to help the Emei Sect? What did the two crazy monks rely on to dare to challenge Shaolin Temple and Foguang Temple so openly? What methods will the person named Zhao use today? The details of many items were difficult to understand for a while.
Monk Tenzin looked at the prodigy next to him with confusion on his face. What he got in return was a drunken and narrowed look in his eyes. He couldn't help but secretly thought: "The martial arts in the Central Plains is too mysterious after all!"
A question flashed through Li Dadu's mind: "Foguang Temple can almost ignore this competition. It is better to say that it is a challenge launched by the Emei Sect to the Shaolin Sect, which has been the leader in the martial arts in the Central Plains for thousands of years! If the Emei Sect wins, the martial arts world will be ordered to Is it true that the largest sect in the world is going to change its owners? Should the martial arts forces be re-divided? But if the Shaolin sect wins and refuses to allow the bones of Patriarch Bodhidharma to be moved to the west, are we really going to let these idiotic monks massacre their disciples? ?The world that has been peaceful for decades is really going to bleed again?"
A loud voice outside the hall woke up the scheming heroes in the hall: "Master Xingzhi, the abbot of Foguang Temple in Wutai Mountain, has arrived!" "Master Jueming, the abbot of Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain, has arrived!"
Before they saw the person coming, all the heroes stood up. Crazy beggar Wu Mingming and Zhao An took the lead to greet him. The rest of the heroes also greeted him.
The first of the two great monks was Abbot Jueming of Shaolin, followed by eight or nine old monks wearing solemn cassocks and Buddhist crowns. The other monk was wearing simple robes, and he was followed only by a young novice in his early twenties, who was Master Xingzhi, the abbot of Foguang Temple in Mount Wutai.
The two foolish monks stood up, put their hands together and saluted. After bowing, the foolish monk took the lead and asked, "May I ask these two divine monks, have you ever read the letters between my brothers?"
Abbot Xingzhi replied: "I have seen it."
The crazy monk asked: "What does Foguang Temple say?"
Abbot Xingzhi replied: "Buddhism in the world is one family. I am old and oblivious. This matter is entirely decided by Shaolin Abbot Senior Brother Jueming."
The crazy monk was impatient and said: "That's very good. Brother Jueming? Do you dare to challenge me?"
Abbot Jueming finished chanting the Buddha's name, clasped his hands and said: "We monks should not be easy to fight and kill, but if after the competition, the two of you can show your strength, let's give it up. The old monk's old arms and legs received a few punches from the two of them. It’s also a great merit.”
After saying this, he said to Abbot Zhixing: "Since Brother Zhixing has said this, how about I let Lao Monkey fight on his behalf?" Abbot Zhixing said the Buddha's name, which was regarded as an agreement.
The crazy monk shouted loudly and rushed into the courtyard first. He had already set up his posture. Master Jueming was about to take off his cassock when he was suddenly stopped by the crazy beggar Wu Mingming.
"Wait a minute! The old beggar still has something to say!" The crazy monk put his posture on full alert. When someone interrupted him, he became angry and yelled back: "The old beggar has something to say, so hurry up!"
The heroes also got up and rushed to the courtyard.
Crazy beggar Wu Mingming sighed and said: "Master Jueming, you have to think carefully. If you are not careful and the relics of Shaolin Bodhidharma are moved westward, the martial arts world will be in turmoil..."
The Shaolin monks sang in unison: "Amitabha." Abbot Jueming lowered his head and said nothing, took off his cassock, and walked slowly to the venue.
The crazy monk also shouted: "The victory or defeat depends on heaven, and the heroes of the world will witness it together."
At that moment, the crazy monk lifted up his robe, and his breath adjustment luck had already assumed a strange posture. Zhao An couldn't recognize it and looked coldly at the seniors on the field.
The old monks of the Shaolin sect all had heavy expressions on their faces, the Kongtong Iron Hand Taoist opened his eyes wide and scratched his head with his hands, and the Taoist Master Chongxuan of Wudang looked surprised, looked at the crazy beggar Wu Mingming, and whispered: "He is from the Emei sect. Qigong?" The mad beggar nodded slightly as an answer.
The crazy monk had a proud look on his face and loudly replied for the heroes: "Yes! It is exactly the Twelve Zhuang Gong passed down by our Emei sect ancestors. This is Hexiang Zhuang."
Zhao An felt that his cheeks were burning hot. He had fought against these two people that day at Nanyang Hongmei Tower. These two people had profound skills and superb palm skills. They were indeed the first-class masters at that time, but they were still far behind him. Now, in front of the world's heroes, he has shown such exquisite skills, which is really unexpected. Could it be that these two people deliberately hid their stupidity that day? If he were to play in his place today, he would definitely fail. "Zhao An, Zhao An, you've always claimed to be smart, but you're not even as good as these two losers!"
Most of the heroes are experts from various sects, and their martial arts vision is among the elites of their sects. Naturally, most of them know the names of Emei's Twelve Zhuang Gong. When the crazy monk said it himself, they all started talking about it privately.
"I've heard for a long time that the Emei School's qigong specializes in hard palm power. Shaolin Kung Fu has always been famous for its fierce hard skills. Now it seems that it has met its opponent."
"I said these two lunatics are so arrogant and dare to openly challenge the Shaolin Temple, but they turned out to have practiced such exquisite stunts in private. They really cannot be judged by their appearance."
"I wonder, even if these two people have such special skills, they may not be able to challenge Shaolin in one fell swoop. Shaolin Temple has a deep foundation and a long history. Master Abbot is proficient in several seventy-two special skills. Luohan Hall and Bodhidharma Academy What's more, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Among the eminent monks of the Jue generation who came with them, the martial arts cultivation of Master Juetong, the leader of Bodhidharma Academy, the leader of Luohan Hall, etc. are not inferior to Master Abbot..."
There was a lot of discussion in the crowd. Abbot Jueming walked to the field, put his palms together to show disrespect to the heroes, and then rolled up his sleeves to cheer up.
Just as he was about to take action, a man squeezed out from behind the old monks. He clasped his hands and saluted Abbot Jueming first, saying: "Brother Abbot, as the master of a temple, how can he easily fight with others? The young monk dared to ask for the decree in front of the abbot's frame. , since the two senior brothers from Emei have to take the exam, and the young monk has also learned some basic Shaolin fists and kicks, how about I ask you two to give me some advice?"
When the heroes saw it, it was the old monk who had just supported everyone with Saiweituo, and they were all in an uproar.
Abbot Jueming turned his head and looked at the senior monks in the corridor. All the monks nodded in unison and sang "Amitabha" loudly, which was regarded as agreement. Abbot Jueming raised his eyebrows and replied, "In that case, I'd like to help my junior brother."
The heroes could not help but feel admiration in their hearts when they saw that he had been submissive just now. He was obviously an honest and fearful person, but now he actually stepped forward.
The two sons of Kunlun Yin and Yang, Kongtong Iron Hand Taoist, etc. have known each other all over the world for a long time. Most of the famous monks in Shaolin Temple recognize them, but Master Jue Xing does not.
Zhao An asked the crazy beggar in a low voice: "Old hero Wu, is this Master Jue Xing a senior monk from Bodhidharma Academy or Luohan Hall?"
Wu Mingming shook his head, but showed a slight smile, and replied: "Master Jue Xing has never held any important position in the Shaolin Temple. I, the old man, usually go in and out of Shaolin a lot, so I got to know him."
Suddenly, I heard the mad monk shout loudly and yelled: "Be careful!" He jumped up on the ground and used both palms to attack the opponent. Master Jue Xing touched the ground with his left foot and stabbed diagonally to avoid the move.
The mad monk shouted again, his robes rolled up in strong winds, and his palms fired together, making it appear that it was Emei's Thousand Palms. Master Jue Xing suddenly turned around, his cassock had already fallen off, and he greeted him with his soft belly. The mad monk's palms seemed to have been driven into a ball of cotton. The force of a thousand kilograms was instantly removed. He hurriedly removed his palms but could not pull them out.
The Taoist Iron Hands praised: "Shaolin Cloth Bag Kung Fu!" How did the young Taoist priests behind him recognize it? The Taoist Iron Hands turned around and explained: "The Cloth Belt Kung Fu is one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. It is a soft skill that is strong inside and is feminine. Jin is both masculine and masculine. It is not necessary to use a cloth bag to practice Qigong. It is used to practice the soft skills of the abdomen, making it like Maitreya's cloth bag, containing the Hunyuan Qi and protecting against all thieves. This master Jue Xing used the soft belly to connect It would be absolutely impossible to deliver such a sharp blow without thirty years of skill."
The insane monk on the field was unable to remove his palm, and suddenly his palm turned into a finger, and the energy flowed through the acupoints and fingertips, towards the abdomen of Master Jue Xing. Master Jue Xing's eyes were quick and he moved backwards.
Suddenly, Master Jue Xing swung his cassock again, and the soft cloth cassock rushed towards the insane monk like a dragon and snake. He only turned around and gave a soft palm to the end of the cassock. The cassock rushed towards the insane monk like a huge stone. .
The two masters of Yin and Yang said loudly: "This is the Shaolin Thousand Layer Paper Kung Fu. 'The Thousand Layer Paper Kung Fu requires constant hard work and does not stop at dawn or dusk. Each time you hit three thousand palms, the skill will be excellent after nine years of effort.'"
The heroes understood that it turned out that the two sons of Yin and Yang were competing with the Taoist Iron Hands. They saw the Taoist Iron Hands commenting on the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin. They were knowledgeable and did not show any weakness at all. They even told the Shaolin Thousand Layer Paper Kung Fu. .
Then look at the crazy monk Zama who turned around and was met with a palm. With a loud noise, the cassock was shattered in all directions under the force of the two palms. The heroes suddenly realized that the mad monk had secretly used the Qigong of the Emei Sect with the power of his palm, and he was so domineering and fierce.
Comparing the strength of the two forces, Monk Jue Xing took three steps back. This move obviously suffered a loss. His body swayed and his palms turned into fists, and his hands switched to another martial arts. After only three moves, the crazy monk couldn't resist it.
Taoist Iron Hand, Yin and Yang and others failed to recognize Monk Jue Xing's boxing skills, so they all stopped talking. Zhao An couldn't recognize it either, but he was very scheming and pretended to be clever, so he simply said nothing.
Monk Tenzin in the crowd was surprised and said: "This...is this Shaolin Plum Blossom Boxing?" The heroes all secretly sighed at the insight of this Tibetan monk. The two sons of Yin and Yang were dissatisfied and muttered in a low voice: "Show off!"
Master Jue Xing's boxing technique changed, and he immediately gained the upper hand with both offense and defense. The Monk's luck skills and palm skills were the best, and he was domineering. The two of them punched and kicked, and in the blink of an eye, they passed more than thirty moves.
On the field, Li Dadu was full of thoughts: If the Emei Sect wins, the Shaolin Temple's position will be shaken, and the forces of all parties will be turbulent. Fighting will break out again, and the various factions will reorganize the situation; if the Shaolin Sect wins, they will have to bully them again. If you are weak, you cannot suppress the bad reputation of your martial arts colleagues. If bad actors use this as an excuse to cause trouble again, there will be no bloodshed in the world.
Let’s look at Master Wu Mingming, the crazy beggar, Taoist Priest Chongxuan of Wudang, Zhao An of Huashan, Iron Hand Taoist of Kongtong Sect, Yin and Yang Sons of Kunlun Sect, etc. Which of them is not the leader of each sect, a famous figure in the martial arts world, and is high from time to time? They cheered, but everyone looked on with cold eyes, as if no matter how fierce the world was, they only saw their fists and martial arts, and they didn't have any worries in their hearts.
Due to his low status and limited means, he really couldn't calm down the trouble. The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, so he took off the big gourd from his waist and drank it all in an instant.
In the middle of the field, two monks were locked in an inseparable fight. Seeing that the lunatic monk could not win, the crazy monk jumped onto the field with a loud shout, two against one.
The two crazy monks, one behind the other, used the Thousand Palms handed down from the Emei sect, which was mixed with the superb qigong of the Twelve Zhuang Gong. The crazy monk's palms were domineering and sharp, and he was walking a fierce path, but the crazy monk's body skills It is gentle, the palm movements are smooth and smooth, and it follows a feminine path. The two of them are one yin and one yang, which actually implies the yin and yang formation of the Emei School. They move forward and retreat in an orderly manner, and there is no flaw in the cooperation between the two.
Master Jue Xing used Shaolin Plum Blossom Fist, and relied on his strong internal strength to continuously dodge and then suddenly attack, completely surprising the enemy.
All the eminent monks closed their eyes tightly, as if they didn't care about winning or losing on the field, which made them elusive to all the heroes in the world.
The fight between the three people on the field became more and more urgent. In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred rounds had passed, and they could not tell the winner. Crazy beggar Wu Mingming had always looked solemn, but suddenly he seemed to have some realization, frowned and let out a long sigh of relief.
Zhao An's thoughts never left the masters on the field. Seeing that the martial arts master seemed to have untied his knot, he thought hard in secret. He also saw three monks in the field, and his heart became brighter: "What a good guy. Old beggar, what an old bald donkey! No wonder the two of you are so close to each other, but it turns out that you have such a plan: the old bald donkey sent these masters to the end, intending to fight the two monks of Emei to no avail. The most respected figure in the martial arts world, Wu Laoxiong, came forward to make peace, so that the Emei monks would not dare to abandon their donkeys. If the Emei sect refused to give in, the Shaolin Temple would only have to submit and apologize, and bury the Emei monks generously. Shaolin If the abbot gives a little more encouragement, this good show of the Emei Sect challenging the Shaolin Temple will probably end with a funeral in which heroes from all over the world come to express their condolences to the victims of the Emei Sect."
Thinking of this, his whole body felt hot, and the blood in his body was boiling: "Okay, you two old foxes are planning this, how can I let you succeed so easily, today I must try to make your two factions win or lose."
On the field, Master Jue Xing's Plum Blossom Boxing moves like clouds and flowing water, followed by three moves: "stealing a horse and letting go", "boy worshiping the Buddha", and "tiger coming out of the hole". The power of the movements is extraordinary, and the heroes who are watching the battle are frightened. They all put themselves in their shoes and secretly calculate: If it were him, how many moves would he be able to take on from this old monk?
The thousand palms used by the two crazy monks have endless changes, and the palms respond to the combination of virtual and real, as if they are coming from all directions. The palm also contains qigong that is designed to break the enemy's strength, forcing the opponent to dare not confront him head-on, showing great restraint. However, monk Jue Xing's internal strength was deeper than the other two, which just made up for his disadvantage. The three of them fought with each other, with punches and kicks going on. They had fought for three hundred rounds, but they still couldn't decide the winner.
Zhao An was secretly thinking of ways to determine the winner between his two families. When he heard the jade flute sword Li Feiyun said loudly: "I only heard that monks pay attention to compassion. Anyone who becomes a monk must guard for eight days." Precepts, I dare to ask the heroes present, which eight precepts are these in Buddhism?"
The four heroes outside the pass also had secret intentions, among them Ji Haishou was the most astute. When he saw Yuxiao Jian's words, he seemed to be deliberately causing trouble, and he was not sure whether Yuxiao Jian remembered Liang Zi from the Goddess Cave in Gushe Mountain that day, so he tentatively replied loudly. Said: "The first is to abstain from killing, the second is to abstain from stealing, the third is to abstain from sexual misconduct, the fourth is to abstain from lying, the fifth is to abstain from drinking alcohol, the sixth is to wear incense, the seventh is to sit and lie down on a high bed, and the eighth is to eat out of season."
The jade flute sword deliberately said "Oh?" and asked: "What is the first precept to kill?" Ji Haishou saw that he was not hostile. It was obvious that he had not recognized him, or he did not care about what happened that day. Geng'an continued to reply: "I heard the Buddhist masters say that the so-called abstention from killing living beings means no intention to kill, compassion for all living beings, and no harm or squirming."
The Jade Flute Sword said: "Okay! Good solution! Then I will ask Abbot Jueming of Shaolin for advice in front of the heroes of the world."
He could not interrupt and continued loudly: "Now the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple are fighting with people at the feet of Buddha. Do they have the intention to kill? The fists and feet are ruthless. If they are injured and touched, does it count as killing a living being?" The last sentence was pronounced. It was so clear that it penetrated the human heart, and it was clearly shouted with the help of superb skills.
Those who were less skilled in the field felt uneasy, and the monks who had insufficient spiritual skills were immediately aroused by their inner demons.
Here, the monk Jue Xing was trying his best to deal with the two crazy monks. He had no energy to resist the sudden evil sound, and his mind was immediately disturbed.
On the contrary, the two crazy monks are just drunken monks on weekdays. They abide by the rules and precepts if they want to, and break them at any time if they don't want to. Where do you care about these mocking remarks about the rules and precepts? No matter how clever you are in shouting it out with all your strength, it will still fall on deaf ears. How can there be any impact at all when you take action?
When the monk Jue Xing was distracted for a moment, the Gang Qi in the palms of the two stupid monks immediately attacked him. His punches were too slow and he lost even one move, and he was about to lose before his eyes.
If you want to know what happens next, let’s look at the breakdown in the next chapter.
