Shaolin monk

Zhihui does not possess superb martial arts, which is quite different from the sweeping monk in the legendary "Tianlong Babu". However, both of them are masters and masters in essence. In today's Southern Shaolin, absolutely no one can match it, even Zhishan thinks he is inferior.

Ling Duoduo originally insisted on going to the Sutra Pavilion every day with the feeling that he had a Buddhist cheating tool. After several years of intensive study of Buddhism, he was able to discuss Buddhism with Zhihui. Speechless, but also gained a lot.

But Zhihui's ability is not limited to this point. Ling Duoduo finished his two-hour study of Buddhism, and just stood up from the futon, when Zhihui said suddenly: "Buddhist disciples learning martial arts are strengthening their bodies, protecting Dharma and subduing demons, If you don't base yourself on Buddhism, you will hurt yourself when you practice martial arts. With your current Buddhist cultivation, you can learn Shaolin's unique skill 'Great Vajra Palm'."

This was the eighth time Zhihui gave him advice on martial arts in seven years. Ling Duoduo didn't feel any surprise, bowed down and saluted, "Thank you, Master."

Shaolin's Vigorous Vajra Palm has a long-standing reputation, and it is more prestigious than the Prajna Zen Palm, which is known as "the first palm in Shaolin". When he was the head of Wudang, he had heard of the bloody storm caused by this powerful palm.

Ling Duoduo was very happy about this, he felt that he had gradually approached the most essential martial arts of Shaolin step by step, and within a few years, he could master quite a few of Shaolin's most essential martial arts.

When he came out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion, he ran into a group of Shaolin lay disciples who were doing trot training before dinner. The leader of the team had changed from San Jie San Chi to Tong Qianjin, who was 12 years old this year.

Seeing him approaching, Tong Qianjin quickly gestured to stop the twenty or so little Doudings behind him, stepped forward and saluted, "Junior Brother Sanli."

Although he entered Shaolin two years earlier than Ling Duoduo, he was only a low-level lay disciple, and he always bowed humbly first when facing orthodox Shaolin disciples.

"Brother, you've worked hard." Tong Qianjin was clasping fists, Ling Duoduo returned him a standard Buddhist ceremony, and said with a smile, "A few days ago, I heard from Brother Sanchi that Senior Brother Qianjin has become a small building of the Buddha's heart. It’s really gratifying to be in charge, congratulations brother.”

"Where, it can't compare to the demeanor of junior brother in the martial arts competition." Tong Qianjin was very polite to him, Ling Duoduo is now a small celebrity in Shaolin Temple.

Two months ago, he participated in the annual martial arts contest held by Shaolin disciples, and he had already made it to the top three. This achievement moved many people. No one would have thought that a discipline academy with only three disciples would have a An infamous martial arts genius.

The two should have been friends since they were young. Tong Qianjin once used himself as an example to warn Ling Duoduo not to shave his head and look bald. However, in the past seven years, there has been no chance of contact, and the relationship can only be said to be mediocre.

Ling Duoduo and Tong Qianjin exchanged a few words of politeness, then took their leave and left. He had to hurry back and report this matter to Chih-chih. The fact that his disciple could learn Vigorous Vajra Palm after getting Zhi-hui-shou made Chih-chih happy for a long time. .

Whenever Zhizhi was in a good mood, due to his limited status, he couldn't dance happily, so he could only vent his emotions by picking on Shaolin disciples' minor problems. Ling Duoduo reckoned that Shaolin disciples should complain in the next few days.

After hearing this, Zhizhi was really relieved, staring at the back of his bald head and said: "You really did not live up to my expectations, and you will inherit the mantle of the Discipline Academy in the future."

There are a total of three disciples in the Discipline Academy. San Jie and San Chi don't have much talent in martial arts, and he is the only one who can look good. Zhi Zhi's words are not groundless.

Ling Duoduo didn't play the trick of refusing with a full face of trepidation-intelligent characters don't accept this trick-he bowed his head and said: "I will definitely work harder in the future to live up to the master's entrustment."

Zhi Zhi was very satisfied with this answer, nodded and said: "That's right, your talent is excellent, and you need to practice diligently to achieve success."

"Yes, master." Ling Duoduo felt that Zhizhi talked a lot today, and seemed to have something to ask him to order, but he was still a little undecided, so he added to the fire, raised his head and asked in a concerned manner, "Master, I heard from Senior Brother Sanjie that some trifles in the temple have troubled Master recently?"

Zhizhi hesitated again, but still said: "Sanli, you have been in Shaolin Temple for some time, right?"

"It's been seven years." Ling Duoduo thought for a while, nodded and said, "Yes, it's been seven years. My disciples seem to be three years old, but now they seem to be ten years old."

The reason for saying it seems to be, is that neither he nor Ling Xiaoxiao remember the date of his birthday. After Ling Duoduo finished speaking, seeing Zhizhi looked a little strange, and asked, "Master, is there something wrong?"

Zhizhi looked at him and said, "In the past seven years, it seems that you have never heard your parents mentioned?"

"...Parents?" Ling Duoduo lowered his eyes and remained silent for a while, before whispering, "It's too far away, and I don't remember clearly."

Seeing that his eyes had turned red after hearing his last sentence, Zhizhi moved his lips, and after a long silence, he managed to hold back a sentence: "Go to the Plum Blossom Resort to find Senior Sister Wumei, and Senior Sister will tell you."

Ling Duoduo understood why the other party chose to tell him about the Ling family's parents today. After calculating the time, today was the day when he and Ling Xiaoxiao were picked up by Mrs. Wumei in the temple halfway up the mountain, and it should also be the death day of their parents.

Ling Duoduo turned around when he walked to the door, and asked with red eyes: "Master, do you still remember the first time I asked Brother Sanchi to take me down the mountain to help you with errands?"

That was more than five years ago, Zhizhi thought for a while before remembering, nodded and said: "Then what's wrong?"

"Actually, I have already inquired about the time when Brother Sanchi was working." Ling Duoduo lowered his head and wiped his tears, choked up and said, "Many villagers remember the group of traveling merchants who died at the bottom of the mountain. It coincided with the time when the disciples and Xiaoxiao were taken up the mountain, and they told me that the group was killed by bandits."

Zhizhi was extremely uncomfortable and didn't know how to answer the conversation. He only heard Ling Duoduo continue: "The disciple has found the cemetery at the foot of the mountain. I went to a restaurant and bought a roast chicken and put it on the tomb..."

Zhizhi opened his mouth a few times but didn't know what to say. When Ling Duoduo came back that day, he found the oil stains on his Buddha clothes and thought he was secretly eating meat at the foot of the mountain, so he reprimanded him and he was not allowed to downhill.

Zhi Zhi thought for a while with guilt in his heart, and then asked, "Then why didn't you tell me?"

Ling Duoduo lowered his head and did not answer. After being asked by Zhizhi repeatedly, he pouted and replied: "I want to learn martial arts to be successful, so I will kill all the bandits near Jiulian Mountain. I am afraid that you will say that I kill, so I will kill you." I dare not tell you."

Zhizhi didn't know what to say for a while, in fact, it wasn't caused by bandits at all. The real murderer was Baimei, the head of Wudang. This enemy is not easy to deal with. With Ling Duoduo's current martial arts advancement, it is simply wishful thinking to defeat Baimei .

It was Mrs. Wumei who came to him today, hoping that Zhizhi could tell him the truth, but when Zhizhi heard it today, he found that the hatred in Ling Duoduo's eyes was quite obvious, and he was afraid that he would go to Wudang Mountain to fight Baimei desperately, so he didn't point it out. , said: "Does Ling Xiaoxiao know about this?"

Ling Duoduo shook his head: "I don't want Xiaoxiao to be sad, and I never mentioned it to her." When Ling Xiaoxiao first arrived at the Plum Blossom Resort, she often cried and called her parents at night, but children are forgetful after all, and gradually The land will no longer think of this matter.

Ling Duoduo took someone else's shell, so it is impossible for the Lings and his wife to have real son-to-parent feelings for the Ling couple, but he went down the mountain to investigate the events of the year, sweeping and offering sacrifices, as a way of expressing his feelings , until now, every time the Three Precepts and the Three Idiots go down the mountain, Ling Duoduo not only asks them to help bring candied haws to Ling Xiaoxiao, but also asks them to help sweep the grave, and all the work is done.

Seeing that Zhizhi was silent after listening to it, he thought that the steward of the Discipline Academy was angry that he was only thinking about revenge, because he said: "Is the master disappointed in the disciple? Even if he is expelled from Shaolin, the disciple will also avenge his parents." .”

Chih-chih felt that the question of whether to take revenge or not was too profound, and he really didn't know how to persuade him. Although the Buddhist saying often says when it's time to repay the injustice, it is the most basic duty for children to be filial to their parents.

He thought for a long time, and finally said: "You go to Zhishan senior brother, report the matter to him, and the senior brother will find a good solution for you."

"Master Abbot's method may be good, but it may not be the best." Ling Duoduo looked at him, stopped embarrassing Zhizhi, and said instead, "I will go to him."

Standing up and walking to the door, Ling Duoduo suddenly turned around and asked, "Master, you just asked your disciple to find Mrs. Wumei. Doesn't Mrs. Wu want to talk to Xiaoxiao today?"

He really didn't want Ling Xiaoxiao to know these things, especially though he didn't open the coffin for an autopsy, but he also heard the doubts of the villagers that there had never been bandits at the foot of Shaolin. When there was a big conflict, they also guessed one or two.

The water here is very deep, Ling Xiaoxiao's nature is pure and simple, Ling Duoduo doesn't want her to be involved at all, just grow up happily and carefree for a lifetime is enough.

Zhizhi said: "Senior sister Wumei also thinks it's not appropriate for Ling Xiaoxiao to know, so she just told me to explain it to you, and didn't intend to tell her about it."

Ling Duoduo breathed a sigh of relief, saluted him, then turned and left the room.