Amidst the shouts and curses of the monks, they dug grass to find a way around the south of the mountain. As the saying goes, follow the authority in emergencies. When the situation is critical, the monks can climb over the wall and get out. Now that the crisis has been resolved, there is no way to go back over the wall. When the time comes, you can only return to the temple from the main entrance.
Until they entered the mountain gate, a group of monks were still angry and cursing. It was not that these monks did not abide by the precepts and had no moral integrity. It was because the "Japanese pirates" did something too despicable and wanted to anger them. There are many ways for a person to disturb his purity and make it difficult for him to sleep and eat well. Making constant noise and making him uneasy are undoubtedly the two most effective methods, and the "Japanese pirates" used both methods. Fortunately, Shaolin monks practice Zen all the year round and are very patient. If it had been anyone else, they would have gone crazy after just one day, let alone seven days.
These monks did not know the content of the previous conversation between Changsheng and Tongchen. They only regretted that they had returned to the temple and would never have the opportunity to beat up the Japanese pirates to avenge their previous shame and avenge themselves. Their words were full of regret.
Hearing the words of the monks, Changsheng felt very happy in his heart. Shaolin monks hated the Japanese pirates deeply. They will definitely try their best to go to Gupo Mountain. For Shaolin monks, this battle can also eliminate their grievances and calm their minds. As the saying goes, people live forever. In one breath, the Japanese pirates had repeatedly used despicable means to plot against the new army led by Tong Chen. The Japanese pirates were defeated without force, and the monks were defeated. I have been holding a breath in my heart. If this resentment does not come out, it will always be like a ray on my back and a lump in my throat. .
Although Tongchen and others did not leave the temple to pursue them, they were waiting in front of the temple for Changsheng and others to return. Changsheng was an honored guest, and if the guests were asked to hunt for the murderer on their behalf in the middle of the night, Shaolin Temple would always express its gratitude.
Tongchen is the abbot of Shaolin. People in the world do not understand Buddhist regulations and often think that the abbot and the abbot are the same thing. In fact, they are not. In a temple, the biggest person is the abbot, but the abbot usually does not care about anything. Most affairs in the temple are left to the abbot, and the abbot Usually the abbot's apprentice and the next abbot. Just like Longhu Mountain, Zhang Shan is the abbot. After the old Celestial Master Zhang Bingyi took over the crane, Zhang Shan immediately took over as the headmaster and became the 22nd generation Celestial Master of the Shangqing Sect.
Many of the group of monks who had gone out of the temple to chase people were Tongchen's juniors. They were not timid when they saw Tongchen, and they all denounced the Japanese pirates for their despicable shamelessness.
After Tongchen thanked Changsheng, he listened quietly to the monk's story. After everyone finished speaking, he asked, "Since we have never captured this person, how can we conclude that this person is a Japanese from Japan?"
Hearing Tongchen's words, the leader of the monks suddenly frowned, "Senior brother, we followed you on the eastern expedition to quell the rebellion, and we were repeatedly plotted against by the Japanese pirates. Don't we even recognize the Japanese pirates? Can't we even understand the Japanese language?"
As soon as this person said this, someone immediately echoed, "What my junior brother said is true. When the Japanese pirates left, they were so proud that they cursed Shaolin in Japanese. We all heard it with our own ears."
Hearing what everyone said, the secret path to longevity was not good, Tongchen became a little suspicious, but it was no wonder that Tongchen became suspicious. He needed Shaolin monks to come out to help, and Shaolin happened to be making trouble at this time, and he discovered it as soon as he came. It was too much of a coincidence to find the murderer.
Thinking of this, Changsheng raised his hand to Tongchen, "Master, three months ago, I and several of my subordinates came from Silla to intercept the seven major Japanese pirate families. Although we wiped out all the elite Japanese pirates, I was seriously injured and was bedridden for three days. Yue Fang was lucky enough to save his life. He had just returned to Chang'an seven days ago. Then he encountered Li Maozhen and Li Bao, the king of Ji, who had joined forces to rebel. In desperation, he had no choice but to go to court with injuries to put down the rebellion and correct the deviation. To this day, the Japanese king has not recovered his strength. , you guys go to bed early, I’m going back to my room to sleep.”
Changsheng's words seemed to be saying goodbye to everyone and going back to the house, but in fact they had a deeper meaning. He had to let Tongchen know what happened to him before and when he returned to the court. He simply didn't have the time or energy to do so. Shaolin Temple is a trap.
Tong Chen could not hear the dissatisfaction in Chang Sheng's words. After thinking about it carefully, he was indeed overly preoccupied. For fear of Chang Sheng being angry, he hurriedly said, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, I will take you back to your room."
Changsheng declined politely and went back to his room on his own. This matter indeed had nothing to do with him. It was the Shaolin Temple that offended the Beggar Gang and incurred revenge.
When he returned to his residence, he found that Zhang Mo's door was closed. Seeing this, Changsheng was a little confused, because Zhang Mo could hear his footsteps and knew that he was coming back, so Zhang Mo should open the door to welcome him.
Just as he was about to walk over and knock on the door, he suddenly found an old monk standing outside his door. This man was very old, probably in his twenties, and was wearing the gray cassocks worn by ordinary monks.
When Changsheng discovered this man, this man also saw him, "Amitabha, the poor monk is of the same mind and has seen the prince for a thousand years."
Changsheng had never seen this old monk before, and there was no such person when Tongchen led others out to greet him. He was quite surprised to hear that this man chanted the four-character Buddhist name, because this old monk was at least eighty years old. At such an old age, he has not yet advanced to the Purple Qi.
"Master, how are you?" Changsheng stepped forward, "I wonder why master came here late at night?"
The old monk was not good at words, but when he saw Changsheng approaching, he showed a slightly nervous look, "Well, yes, it's too late, it's the poor monk who took the liberty."
Seeing the old monk so nervous, Chang Sheng knew that he had never seen much of the world. Not all old monks had unparalleled martial arts skills and profound Taoism. On the contrary, the fact was that there were thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple, but there were not many real masters. This old monk was undoubtedly He falls into the category of mediocre qualifications, and the dense wrinkles on his face also indicate that this person is not very sophisticated.
"It's okay, it's okay," Changsheng said, "Master, just say whatever you want."
After hearing Changsheng's words, the old monk relaxed slightly, "Amitabha, Your Majesty, this, this..."
Seeing that the old monk had a troubled expression on his face and hesitated to speak, Changsheng turned sideways and raised his hand, "Master, don't be anxious. Go into the room and speak slowly."
"No, no, no," the old monk waved his hands repeatedly, then summoned up the courage to ask in a low voice, "May I ask, Your Majesty, is Xuan Ming working under your account now?"
When the old monk asked such a question, Chang Sheng immediately guessed the identity of this person, "Master, are you Xuan Ming's master?"
As soon as he said this, the old monk looked ashamed and his eyes were red, "This poor monk is not worthy of being his master."
The average life span of people in the Tang Dynasty was less than 60 years old. Without deep spiritual cultivation, the 80-year-old man would have reached the end of his life and become very old. Seeing that the old monk was stooped and unsteady, Chang Sheng did not speak to him outside the door. Instead, he opened the door, pulled him into the room and asked him to take his seat.
Changsheng took the second seat and poured tea for the old monk, "Master, Shi Xuanming is my friend. He is very good now. Because of his contribution to the country, he has been named a general by the imperial court and has a third-rank official position."
It was summer at this time, and the night was not cold, but the old monk was shivering, "General? Third rank?"
"Yes, your Zhengzhou governor is from the third rank, he is the third rank, and his official position is greater than that of the Zhengzhou governor." Changsheng explained in a popular way.
"Oh, good, he has a future." The old monk cried with joy, tilting his head and wiping away tears.
"Master, don't worry, Shi Xuanming and I are brothers in life and death. He advances and retreats with me, and I share honor and disgrace with him." Changsheng said harmoniously.
"Okay, okay, okay, being able to follow the prince is also a blessing accumulated by his good deeds and virtues in his previous life." The old monk said.
Changsheng didn't know the purpose of the old monk's late-night visit. Seeing that the old monk was still hesitant to speak after he told him about Shi Xuanming's situation, Changsheng asked, "Master, you are Shi Xuanming's master, that is, my elder. If you have something to say, it’s okay to say it.”
"Alas." The old monk closed his eyes and sighed.
The old man did not react as quickly as the young man, and Changsheng was not in a hurry. He looked at the old monk calmly, waiting for him to speak.
After a long silence, the old monk finally spoke, "Your Majesty, this poor monk has a merciless request."
"Please speak." Changsheng said.
"Can you send a message to Xuan Ming, telling him not to bear any grudge against the Shaolin Temple? No one is to blame for what happened back then, only the poor monk who spoke softly and couldn't protect him..."
