At dusk, a melodious bell sounded from the ancient temple.
The solemn and indifferent Shaolin monks walked into the solemn Buddhist hall with their heads bowed, chanting sutras and chanting the Buddha's name.
Their footsteps seemed heavier than usual, just because these days, everyone in the Shaolin Temple felt extremely heavy.
The atmosphere in the abbot's room was a bit dull.
Among the seven eminent monks of the "Heart" generation in Shaolin, except for Xin Jian, who was pierced through the throat by Yu Liancheng's sword, the other six eminent monks are all here.
Abbot Xinhu stood up, walked a few steps in the abbot's room, and suddenly stopped and asked, "Who is on duty at the Sutra Pavilion today?"
The monk Xinmei said: "They are Yi Yin and Yi Chen under the old monk's seat."
Master Xinhu said: "Send them in."
He walked to the corner with his hands behind his hands. When he heard the footsteps of Yiyin and Yichen walking in, he didn't look back. He just asked, "Have you sent that person's dinner?"
Yiyin and Yichen looked at each other and were silent for a long time, but stopped talking.
The monk Xinmei said: "The abbot is asking you something."
Finally, Yiyin said: "Sent it...but...but..."
Master Xinhu frowned and said, "But what?"
Yichen next to him said: "We gave him dinner, but he threw it all out."
Xinhu's face darkened slightly and he said, "Why?"
Yiyin said nonchalantly: "He thought the food was not good, there was no wine, and there was no meat, so he refused to eat it."
Even though the abbot of Xinhu had a high level of Buddhist practice, his face was full of anger at this moment, and he said in a deep voice: "What kind of place does he think this is? A restaurant? If he feels too lonely, should our Shaolin Temple find one for him?" Send it to a beautiful woman."
Yiyin and Yichen trembled. They had been monks for more than ten years, and they had never seen the leader so angry. They both lowered their heads and did not dare to raise them.
Several other eminent monks of the Xin generation tried to persuade him, and then Abbot Xinhu's anger gradually subsided. He looked at the incense burner and was silent for a long time, then said slowly: "What did he want to eat?"
Yiyin said: "He actually wrote a menu and asked his disciples to find a way to get it for him. If one thing is missing, he will... he will burn one book in the collection, if two things are missing, he will burn ten books."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly lowered his head.
Master Xinhu didn't get angry this time, but his breathing seemed a little thicker and he said calmly: "Bring him his menu and take a look."
After a while, a short piece of paper was delivered to the abbot's hand, which read: braised pig's trotters, jade cabbage, braised oxtail, watercress fish, mushroom and tofu.
In addition to four dishes and one soup, he actually ordered three kilograms of fine Huadiao. This dignified Shaolin Temple seemed to him to be a restaurant in the capital.
The corners of Abbot Xinhu's mouth kept twitching, and his body seemed to be trembling slightly with anger. After a while, he finally suppressed his anger and said, "Okay, you guys can try to get these dishes from down the mountain and give them to him."
"Yes, Abbot."
But as long as Yiyin and Yichen are not fools, they can hear the anger in the abbot's tone and quickly retreat.
After taking the two disciples away, Xinzhu couldn't help but said: "Are we just going to let this person read all the Shaolin secret books and entertain him with good wine and food every day?"
Xinshu smiled bitterly and said: "That man's martial arts is really good. Even if the five of us join forces, we may not be his opponent. What's more, he is still in the Scripture Collection Pavilion. Once we fight, I'm afraid countless books will be destroyed. This No one can bear the burden of such sin.”
Xinzhu gritted his teeth and said, "Junior brother, you are proficient in medicine and poison, can you..."
"No!" The eyebrows on the side said decisively: "Green Demon Shou Yicry and Wudu Boy are all experts in using poison, especially Wudu Boy. The use of poison has become a state of transformation. He can kill people invisible, but they all died because of him. In our hands. If things don’t work out, the whole of Shaolin will probably... not be able to escape the poisonous hands."
The monks were silent for a while again. After a while, Xin Zhu opened his mouth: "Do you think... the seventh junior brother is really the person who stole the book? Is it a deliberate trap set by that person?"
"I have been with him all the way, and I have never seen him do anything suspicious. What's more... he doesn't have the need." Xinmei said again: "And I have long suspected that it is the seventh junior brother, but after all, the senior brother Without conclusive evidence, I dare not testify against him."
"Although the stolen scriptures are precious, with his status in Shaolin, why would he do such a thing?" Abbot Xinhu frowned.
"Perhaps...perhaps someone has bewitched him, and this person is probably Bai Xiaosheng." I thought for a moment and said, "Master Xin Jian... After he became a monk, he could not come into contact with many outsiders. And there are not many outsiders he can come into contact with. The only one who can persuade him and has a close relationship with the Shaolin Temple is Bai Xiaosheng."
Xinshu smiled bitterly and said: "In this case, not only can we not blame that person, but we must thank him for getting rid of the traitor for us."
The monks sighed again. They really had nothing to do with the man, so they could only comfort themselves in this way.
…
At this time, Yuliancheng was standing in the Sutra Pavilion.
As far as the eye can see, rows of bookshelves are neatly filled with various classics.
Shaolin has been inherited for thousands of years and has a complete martial arts system. The seventy-two unique skills have been refined by eminent monks of all generations and have become unbreakable.
Yu Liancheng casually picked up a scripture and read it, but it was not a martial arts stunt, just an ordinary Buddhist scripture.
He has a very good memory. As soon as he arrived at the Sutra Pavilion, he remembered something said by the sweeping monk in Tianlong.
The general idea is that the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are all fierce and cruel, powerful skills that can hurt people's lives and seriously harm the harmony of heaven. Therefore, the deeper you practice, the more violent your anger will be, so you need to dissolve it with compassion and Buddhism. Otherwise, like Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, sooner or later they will become possessed and be bitten by the evil spirit.
But this is not the case in Yulian City.
Buddhist and Taoist Kung Fu require a certain amount of cultural background.
For example, Mei Chaofeng and his wife forcibly trained the superior Taoist "Nine Yin Divine Claws" into the "Nine Yin White Bone Claws".
In short, it is the disadvantage of being uneducated.
In Buddhism, Taoism and martial arts, every word or sentence may contain allusions, so you cannot just take it at face value. If you practice indiscriminately, it will be strange if you don't go crazy and become a demon.
Of course, what the sweeping monk said may not be false, but as long as the mind is clear and not stained by dust, the so-called hostility will naturally be resolved.
Yu Liancheng has a lot of free time, but with his eyesight, he can't waste much time.
If a Buddhist scripture can be passed down to this day, it naturally contains wisdom and mystery. Coupled with the annotations of eminent monks of all ages, it doesn't hurt to take a look.
Moreover, Yu Liancheng was in the last world, and in a short period of time he had obtained the secret knowledge of Wuming Island, the old sword collection of books, and the palace secrets... It was time to settle down some of the secrets.
From that day on, Yulian City hid in the Sutra Pavilion, reading Buddhist scriptures and seventy-two unique skills, regardless of external disputes.
Years pass by, and more than half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.
And in more than half a year, many wonderful and interesting things happened.
But Yu Liancheng can't even imagine peace, he is a Jianghu man after all.
Jianghu people, of course, are indispensable for Jianghu affairs.
