Hearing that Huang Qiong wanted to rest in the temple for a night, the smile on the face of the Zhike monk became even brighter. Huang Qiong was generous in his previous dealings, which made this Zhike Monk a small fortune. It was getting late now, and he wished that Huang Qiong and his party could stay in the temple to rest for the night.
Although they have more people, they are the ones with the money. In his opinion, he only needs to serve these two masters to his satisfaction. Judging from the generosity of these two people, they will definitely not treat themselves badly. The guy, who was a little carried away by the money, immediately agreed. He then arranged for Huang Qiong and his party to rest in the most tranquil Zen room in the temple.
After eating a vegetarian meal, Huang Qiong saw that King Yong seemed to have regained some energy. Huang Qiong smiled and said: "I just found out today that Brother Qi is also a person who respects Buddha. I just don't know when Brother Qi started worshiping Buddha." ? Why don’t you go to the White Horse Temple in Luoyang City, but why do you go to the Songshan Shaolin Temple to worship Buddha?"
In response to Huang Qiong's teasing, King Yong said with a serious face: "Mother, concubine, worship the Buddha. As a son, I have received some influence over the years. Although I don't believe in Buddhism on weekdays, I still respect your seventh brother. Damn it. I don’t know why these days, I feel so panicked. When I came here today and listened to the bells in the temple, I suddenly felt a lot calmer."
"Nothing else, this alone makes me, Brother Seven, calm down. Even if I don't believe in Buddhism on weekdays, I still have to offer incense and kowtow to the Bodhisattva today. When I was kowtowing in the Mahavira Hall just now, I was thinking that sometimes, it's really It’s not necessarily a bad thing to leave those mundane things behind and come here to escape from the mortal world.”
Huang Qiong smiled at King Yong's answer and said: "Brother Qi, don't tell me, you really have the idea of becoming a monk. If Brother Qi really does, I can't stop you. Tomorrow. I can go back to the capital on my own, and seventh brother can stay here. Just like what seventh brother said, practicing Zen and worshiping Buddha here every day, listening to the morning bells and evening drums, can give your heart a destination, right?"
"Anyway, the beauties in Seventh Brother's house are just pink skeletons. The Jing Niang in the palace is just a passing cloud. As long as they are separated from the life of ordinary people, Seventh Brother will definitely live a happier life. I just don't know, Zhuang Fei What would it be like if the empress knew that her only beloved son had become a monk."
After hearing Huang Qiong's ridicule, King Yong glared at Huang Qiong, but said with a full face: "To respect the Buddha, you don't have to be in a temple to be pious. As long as I, the Buddha, exist in your heart, the capital Prince Yong’s Mansion is also a pure place of Buddhism. You, kid, are not a member of Buddhism, so you must not talk nonsense in this place where the Buddha is."
It's just that this guy was still a treasure one moment, but the next moment his true colors were revealed: "There is a way, wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha keeps it in his heart. The red and pink skeleton is also a skeleton that needs people to cross it, and the Buddhists never look at it. Born. You kid, don’t even think about encouraging me to become a monk and then take advantage of Jing Niang. Don’t even think about such a thing."
Looking at this guy's almost shameless behavior, Huang Qiong was speechless. Pointing to the few Buddhist scriptures he had specifically asked for from the Zhike monk before, he said: "Brother Qi, whether you want to save people or be saved by others, you can't just worship Buddha without reciting sutras. I specifically asked the Zhike monk for help before. A few Buddhist scriptures.”
"There are no fine wines and delicacies here, let alone those red and pink skulls. I hope these Buddhist scriptures can accompany Brother Qi through this long night, so that Brother Qi can fulfill his wish to transform all living beings as soon as possible. It is already dark now, so I will not disturb Brother Qi. I am devoted to the Buddha." After saying that, Huang Qiong dropped a few Buddhist scriptures on the bedside, and in an instant, King Yong turned into a grimace and left.
Huang Qiong had long known that this guy was not sincerely worshiping Buddha at all. Today's piety is just this guy temporarily finding a temporary spiritual destination for himself. Whatever happened during this period of time, no matter how arrogant this guy was, he couldn't just pretend that it never happened.
Besides, my seventh brother just seems to have a big heart. Although his thoughts were rough, his carelessness was just a cover-up. Huang Qiong knew that there were things he, the seventh brother, hid in his heart that he did not want outsiders to know. But King Yong didn't say anything, and Huang Qiong couldn't ask more questions. After all, he didn't like to pry into other people's privacy.
As for whether this guy really knew how to practice Buddhism, Huang Qiong didn't believe a word of it. All Buddhist precepts are this guy's favorite thing. If he was really forced to withdraw, it would probably be more uncomfortable than killing him. The so-called cramming is probably just like my seventh brother.
King Yong is willing to temporarily cram himself for temporary peace of mind, that is his business. Huang Qiong himself was more curious about the legendary Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. He always felt that there were a lot of things hidden in the Sutra Pavilion. It's not like that Zhike monk said it so lightly.
So as early as the moment he was preparing to stay in the Shaolin Temple, he had the idea of exploring the Sutra Pavilion at night. As the night got darker, the monks guarding the courtyards of the Shaolin Temple also returned to rest. Huang Qiong quietly left the meditation room arranged for herself and used Qinggong all the way to the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion.
After looking around to see if anyone was around, Huang Qiong lightly jumped onto the eaves of the Sutra Pavilion, opened a window and jumped in quickly. After entering the Sutra Pavilion, Huang Qiong took out half a candle from his arms and lit it. He carefully protected the candlelight with his sleeves and looked at the internal environment of the Sutra Pavilion.
I saw stacks of bookshelves filled with all kinds of books. I checked a few books and found that they were all Buddhist scriptures. However, Huang Qiong did not intend to give up. He searched patiently from shelf to shelf, and he turned over the scriptures on almost every shelf.
However, the result made him very disappointed. There was no boxing manual and sword manual, but all kinds of Buddhist classics. Unwilling to give up, Huang Qiong even knocked on the walls of the Sutra Pavilion one by one, but could not find the mezzanine. After browsing the upper level of the Sutra Pavilion, Huang Qiong hesitated for a moment and walked gently downstairs.
After another careful search, I even checked the floor tiles, but still found nothing. Could it be that all the martial arts techniques, boxing scriptures and sword manuals from the Shaolin Temple were really copied by the Guilin County Prince's Palace? Just when Huang Qiong was unwilling to give up, he returned to the top floor of the Sutra Pavilion and planned to touch even the beams.
There was a sudden sound from a window on the floor where he came in. Upon hearing this sound, Huang Qiong immediately extinguished the candle in his hand. He quickly found a hiding place and hid it carefully. Obviously, he was not the only one who was curious about the Sutra Pavilion.
Just as Huang Qiong was hiding, the man had already pried open the window and jumped in. It's just that he didn't enter other floors, but came directly to Huang Qiong's floor. After coming up, this person did not use candlelight like Huang Qiong, but polished the fire and started to search.
However, this person searched much more carefully than the headless Huang Qiong. He did not touch the scriptures on the bookshelves, but looked for some hidden places on the walls, floors, etc. and tapped them little by little. It's just that although the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple is not small in area, the area on the top floor is not. This person searched all the way and soon found where Huang Qiong was hiding.
Seeing this man coming straight to his hiding place, Huang Qiong knew that he could not hide for long. After tearing off a piece of sleeve to cover his face, he took the initiative. A palm flew directly towards the fire in his hand, and he immediately used the wind of his palm to extinguish the fire in his hand. It's just that his movements are fast, and that person's movements are not slow either.
Huang Qiong struck with a palm, extinguishing the fire stick in his hand, but the man immediately leaned forward to greet him. The two of them were in the small Sutra Pavilion, and they were having a great time going back and forth. It's just that when the two people fought, although they both used their full strength, they tried to knock each other down in the shortest possible time.
But in terms of strength, due to the limitations of the fighting location, I had to be careful. He was afraid of making a huge noise and alerting the monks in the temple. You know, no matter whether there are martial arts secrets and mental methods in this Sutra Pavilion. This Sutra Pavilion, which collects a large number of Buddhist classics, is the most important part of Shaolin Temple. It is impossible not to pay attention to it.
Of course, this emphasis is different from that of more than a hundred years ago. More than a hundred years ago, the Shaolin Temple was worried that others would steal their boxing manuals and sword manuals. The current emphasis is on the fear of triggering the Zhurong disaster and destroying the classics and Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion. Although the precautions were taken in different directions, if other people in the temple were alerted, their shameless theft would still be exposed.
Therefore, although both of them said they were merciless when they struck, they both acted cautiously. However, although this person's martial arts skills are not low, Huang Qiong's skills are obviously superior. But after Huang Qiong hit this person's chest with a palm, he immediately felt something different.
There was a unique gentle and smooth feeling under his palm, and Huang Qiong immediately realized that this person was actually a woman, and quickly withdrew part of her internal energy. It's just that the internal force is sent out, but it can't be taken back so easily. Even though most of it was removed, the remaining internal energy still didn't make the opponent feel any better. Although he was not seriously injured, his movements were slowed down within a short period of time.
However, Huang Qiong's merciless slap to the wrong part did not mean that others would accept it. Although the man's movements slowed down, his style changed. The original strict moves changed drastically, and now she was like a shrew, rushing to scratch Huang Qiong's face and arms.
Seeing that this woman looked like a mad tiger, Huang Qiong could only use all his strength to subdue her by tapping her acupoints. Although Huang Qiong's martial arts skills were higher than this woman's, he still suffered a lot from this woman's grabbing and scratching moves. There were three scratches on both arms.
After putting the girl down, Huang Qiong, who felt burning pain in both arms, could only smile bitterly. Isn't it just that you accidentally touched a place you shouldn't have touched? What's wrong with you, a woman? Besides, you didn't say you were a woman. You're such a fool, and you treat yourself like a rice dumpling. How could I know you're a woman?
Everyone is equal to this matter, so I can only take 50% of the responsibility at most. As for whether I even use the moves of a shrew in a fight. Fortunately, it was only caught on his arm. If it was caught on his face, how could he still go out to meet people? Damn it, this woman must not be a cat, the place she scratched really hurts.
However, thinking about the firmness and plumpness of his hand just now, coupled with the woman who was being pushed to the ground by him at this time, and the waves of orchid-like body fragrance coming from her body, Huang Qiong couldn't help but feel shaken. . Although I don’t know what this girl looks like, her figure is at least superb.
