“Of course the live fish is delicious!”
When the three of them heard what Master Senpo (Ma Xiaoguang) said, they suddenly understood and said in unison.
"Isn't that the end? It's more useful to keep him. As for the other things, we can ask Jin Ling to help us check. Zhong Ping will send a telegram after dawn."
The next day, Master Senpo left Liu Zhaomin his exclusive contact information and event funds, and the three of them set off.
Ning Zhongping first drove to the county seat to send a telegram, and then the car continued to drive south instead of east.
"Master, are you really going to Shaolin Temple?" Ning Zhongping asked with some confusion while driving.
"Why don't you go? Young Master, I would also like to learn two moves in the Shaolin Temple if appropriate. Fatty, please don't keep silent. Don't worry, you won't be allowed to become a monk again this time..." Master Senpo comforted the Fatty.
"Master, it doesn't matter whether you are a monk or not, but there are still so many spies in Shangdu..." the fat man said.
"Don't worry, I always feel that these spies are not that simple...Boss Dai wouldn't have let us come here. Why go through so much trouble just to arrest people?" Master Senpo said thoughtfully.
Looking at Master Senpo's expression, Fatty and Ning Zhongping knew that he was not pretending to be a ghost, but must have considered it.
They all stopped talking and didn't interrupt with words, allowing Master Senpo to calm down and think about his next move...
Gongxian County is not far from Shaolin Temple. Even if the traffic speed is impressive in the 1930s, it only takes more than an hour to drive there.
The car stopped at a hotel at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, and the three of them walked towards the Shaolin Temple.
However, to the surprise of Fatty and Ning Zhongping, Master Senpo did not stay too long in the Shaolin Temple.
The Shaolin Temple that the three of them saw was indeed in ruins.
In the 17th year of the Republic of China (1928), the warlord Shi Yousan burned the Dharma Hall, the Heavenly King Hall, and the Main Hall together with more than 5,000 scriptures in a fire.
In troubled times, nothing is immune, not even Buddha's office.
Young Master Senpo just wandered around the mountain gate for a while, talked to Zhike Monk for a few words, rejoiced about his merits, and then turned and left.
According to later generations, it means just coming over and checking in.
"There is a conspiracy!"
The fat man said to Ning Zhongping mysteriously. At this time, the two of them were walking not far behind Master Senpo, and the fat man didn't care whether he heard or not.
The fat man's prediction was accurate. Young Master Senpo just punched in at the gate of Shaolin Temple and walked leisurely along the mountain road, taking out his camera to take one or two photos from time to time.
"Master, why don't you come to Shaolin Boxing and have a look?" Ning Zhongping couldn't help but ask.
"It's not like you haven't seen it. The ancient temple is in dilapidated condition. It seems that it has experienced war not long ago. There is nothing interesting to see..." Master Senpo said to the two of them.
"Then you're still running over here?"
"Didn't we tell the people at the hotel? We have to leave something behind. Don't think that the people at the Cultural Institute are idiots. They will definitely come to check..." Master Senpo explained patiently.
"Then shouldn't we go back after that?"
"Don't be in a hurry, I just want to go to Huishan Temple in the south of the mountain..." Master Senpo said leisurely.
"When did the young master become a religious man?" The fat man couldn't help complaining to Ning Zhongping.
However, no matter what happens to Master Senpo, even though the fat man complains a lot, he will still follow him to the death as a brother.
The three of them walked along the mountain road for about an hour and a half, and arrived at Huishan Temple at the foot of Jicui Peak at the southern foot of the mountain.
Huishan Temple faces south and has two courtyards, eleven buildings in the west courtyard, and seven buildings in the east courtyard. Although it is much smaller than the historical ones, it is still a large Buddhist temple.
Just like in the Shaolin Temple, Master Senpo proudly rejoiced in his meritorious deeds. Seeing such a good believer, the Zhike monk naturally welcomed him warmly on behalf of the Bodhisattva.
When Master Senpo asked to see the eminent monk in the temple, Zen Master Rongjue, Zhike Monk was a little hesitant.
After seeing Master Senpo instructing the fat man to express his respect for the Buddha again, Zhike Monk half-nudging and half-stepping with three devout believers came to a secluded small Zen temple behind the temple.
When he arrived at the gate of the Zen monastery, he saw that the monk Zhike was still a little hesitant. Master Senpo smiled, took out a small rosewood Arhat statue, handed it to the monk Zhike and said, "Give this to the master, and say that a destined person has come to see you."
The monk Zhike took the Arhat statue and turned around and entered the small courtyard. After a while, the monk Zhike came out with a smile on his face and said to the three of them: "You three, please come in. The Zen Master invites you."
After Zhike Monk made a gesture to invite him in, he did not follow him inside. Instead, he stood guard outside the door with a solemn look.
Walking to the entrance of the main hall of the small courtyard, Master Senpo stood still and was about to announce his door when he heard a deep voice coming from inside.
"The donor is destined, so you don't have to worry about the vulgar etiquette, just come in..."
Hearing what was said inside, the three of them felt happy and relieved.
After entering the main room, I saw an Arhat bed in the room. Sitting on it was an elderly monk with a round face, big ears and a blessed face. He was about sixty years old and had a rosy face - he was the master of the Zen monastery, Zen Master Rigaku.
This look makes people look like the same person at first glance - an older version of a fat man!
The monk's eyes lit up when he saw the fat man. He looked at the fat man up and down for a long time. The fat man was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind Master Senpo.
Outstanding people are always the center of attention wherever they are - Fatty is worried that this Zen master will take a fancy to him and let him practice here for a while.
It was okay that time in the northwest. I couldn't help but eat and drink. Thinking of the month in Qixia Mountain, the fat man felt a little trembling in his heart.
Fortunately, the Zen master did not continue to pay attention to the fat man. Instead, he turned to Master Senpo and asked with a smile: "Is this donor a friend of donor Sun?"
"That's right?"
"Your surname is Niu?"
"No, my surname is Ma."
"Haha, whether it is a cow or a horse, they are all images of living beings. The donor does not need to care." The Zen Master said with a smile.
"I don't tell lies in front of the real person. I came here this time because I want to ask the master about something." Young Master Senpo bowed and said respectfully.
After Master Senpo finished speaking, without further ado, he took out something like a scroll from his arms, held it in both hands and handed it to Zen Master Rigpa.
Zen Master Rigpa Zen Master took the scroll with a serious look on his face. He held the scroll in both hands, squinted his eyes, and looked at the scroll in his hand carefully.
After a long time, a look of relief appeared on Zen Master Rigaku's face. He clasped his hands to Master Senpo and asked, "May I ask the donor, where did you get this thing?"
When Master Senpo heard this, he thought to himself, Brother Guishou is indeed reliable. He did not brag everywhere, but just acted as a middleman for both parties. This professional ethics is worthy of praise.
"Brother Guishou and I, that is, Mr. Sun, got this thing from a Japanese." Young Master Senpo did not lie when he saw the real Buddha, and directly told the origin of the scripture.
It turned out that this scripture was one of the objects that Mr. Matsumura Zangxiong, the consul in Hangzhou, got from the safe of Zhengjin Bank - the Tang Dynasty engraving of the "Dharani Sutra"!
"It's so good, it's so good. It is said that this thing was originally lost in Japan many years ago. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to see it again. The donor can find this thing and his merits are immeasurable..." Zen Master Benjue stroked the scroll and sighed.
"Master, please tell me about the origin of this scripture..." Master Senpo was moved when he heard this and said hurriedly and respectfully.
"Three destined people, have you ever known Master Thich Hanh?" the Zen master asked slowly.
"Is he the famous Yixing mage in the Tang Dynasty, the eminent monk who wrote the Dayan Calendar?" Master Senpo was also shocked when he heard this and asked quickly.
"Exactly! This scripture was printed by Master Yixing back then. It is a national treasure. The poor monk also heard from Master Yuanying of the previous generation. It is said that this scripture is different from ordinary printing plates."
"This scripture is said to hide a great secret in the poisonous path of Shu!"
When the Zen master heard what Master Senpo said, he nodded slowly and said in a deep voice.
"Then what else does Master know about this scripture? Wan Wang will tell you. Master, please don't worry. I'm just here to find out the secret..." Master Senpo said quickly.
"Amitabha, since the poor monk is willing to tell the origin and secret of the scroll, he naturally believes in the donor! However, the poor monk only knows half of it. I am afraid that he will have to ask the donor to explore more carefully."
Zen Master Benjue shook his head and said solemnly. After that, he picked up the scroll with both hands and gestured to return it to Master Senpo.
"Master, since this thing is a Buddhist treasure..." Master Senpo waved his hands and clasped his fists, not daring to take the scriptures held by the Zen master.
"Buddha saves people who are destined to be destined. I, a disciple of Buddhism, talk about fate. If this thing really has a secret, I can only ask the donor to find it. If it is left here, it will be a piece of waste paper..."
Zen Master Rigaku had a solemn face and a firm attitude, but he handed the scripture to Master Senpo again.
After pondering for a moment, Master Senpo did not refuse, so he solemnly took the scroll and said, "Master, please be assured that after the secret is cracked, the scriptures and Buddhist affairs will be returned to Zhao intact!"
When the Zen master heard this, he clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Everything depends on fate. There is nothing to cause dust..."
After saying that, he closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together and said no more words.
After putting the scriptures away, Master Senpo also clasped his hands, saluted solemnly to the Zen master, and then left the Zen courtyard with the fat man and Ning Zhongping.
After leaving the monastery and saying goodbye to Zhike Monk, the three of them still walked north along the foothills in the direction they came from - it was enough to complete the side mission. After all, the three of them were agents, not gold diggers.
Walking down Shaoshi Mountain Road for almost two hours, the three of them saw a vegetarian restaurant that looked like an elegant Zen temple.
The vegetarian restaurant is called Sumei, and it is a place specializing in vegetarian dishes. The three of them did not take this road when they went up the mountain, so they did not see it.
The dining halls of Shaolin Temple and Huishan Temple are not open to the public, so the three of them did not have the opportunity to taste it. It was also time for dinner, so naturally they wanted to taste this vegetarian restaurant with its signature menu.
After entering this "Su Mei" restaurant, I called the waiter, and as soon as I found the elegant room and sat down, I heard a familiar woman's voice outside saying: "Ah, it turns out that a distinguished guest has arrived. Let me go and see you!"
Along with the voice, there was a hint of fragrance. When the woman entered the door, Master Senpo and his two friends were shocked!
