Shaolin monk

Zhizhi tied up the eighteen guards one by one with a rope, and dismissed all the servants of Zhang's mansion, and packed up valuable gold and silver.

Ling Duoduo stretched his neck and watched from the side. He used to do this kind of job a lot in his previous life, but at that time it was the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and all the soldiers and corrupt officials were killed, and no one cared about him. However, the current Qing Dynasty should It is still relatively stable. Why is the intelligence not afraid of such behavior?

If you have any questions, you have to ask them. He stretched his neck and asked curiously: "Master, you just took the money away without waiting for the officers and soldiers to deal with it?" Is it confiscated?

Zhizhi glanced at him quickly, his face became a little annoyed, and he replied coldly: "The morals of the world are turbid, and if those officers, soldiers and officials took it away, it was just divided up by them privately, and the common people can't touch it."

He wasn't angry at Ling Duoduo for asking this disappointing question, but rather a kind of resentment and helplessness towards the current world, but monks couldn't intervene in this, and Zhizhi could only sulk.

Ling Duoduo knew more about officials than their intelligence, but what he was really curious about was not this question, and asked: "Then the money that should have been distributed by the officials in private, we took it and distributed it to the common people. Aren't you afraid that the imperial court will come to trouble us?"

After hearing what he said, Zhizhi was obviously stunned, and the whole person was dumbfounded. He stared ahead for a long time, then turned his head and said uncomfortably: "The imperial court probably didn't know that we took it, did it?"

Ling Duoduo obviously felt that his reaction was as if a smart NPC was asked a question that exceeded the system settings—it crashed all of a sudden, and couldn't help snickering, nodded and said: "Well, didn't the master say that this way? You have done this many times, and the imperial court has not dispatched troops to Shaolin, obviously without knowing about it."

Only then did Zhizhi's expression become a little more comfortable, and he said with a dry smile, "Well, you're right."

He really didn't think about this problem at all before, and he didn't realize that if the court was unhappy, it might indeed bring disaster to Shaolin, so he couldn't help but look at Ling Duoduo with a subtle look, feeling quite ashamed in his heart.

Ling Duoduo tactfully ignored this point of concern, and said instead: "Master, can I help you send them to the government?"

Zhizhi handed him the soft package containing gold and silver, and told him: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, you should go and distribute it quickly, and choose small merchants and hawkers on the street, and order it behind your back. A little." This kind of thing can be regarded as stolen money, and getting rich overnight in this day and age can easily lead to disaster.

Ling Duoduo thought about the future Shaolin Ten Tigers he saw on the street half an hour ago, squinted his eyes slightly, and asked, "Aren't we going to stay in Guangzhou for a while?" Could it be that he just hinted that the officers and soldiers might be interested in him? Boss is not happy to see the stolen money, which makes Chi Chi so nervous?

Zhizhi looked at him, and said seriously: "You have already delayed a lot of homework when you came out of this trip. There will be opportunities to come down the mountain in the future. Now it is better to return to Jiulian Mountain as soon as possible."

Ling Duoduo's eyes flickered, and he turned his head to look at the guards who fell on the ground: "Master, are you afraid that the Wudang faction will come to make trouble when they hear that their disciple has been arrested by us?"

Chih-chih did have such worries, and he was quite surprised when he said so clearly. He took a deep look at Ling Duoduo and didn't comment on it, but urged: "Let's go."

Ling Duoduo resentfully grabbed the money bag and left, but when he went out, he felt something was wrong. He grabbed the cloth pocket with his left hand, and slapped it with his right hand.

The person hiding in the corner appeared. It was the handsome young man I saw on the street earlier. He kicked his legs on the ground, twisted his waist, and narrowly avoided the palm of Ling Duoduo's waving, but he also felt the palm of his hand. The wind made my cheeks hurt, and I couldn't help but blurted out cheers: "Good!"

Ling Duoduo had already guessed that it was this person, and he stopped chasing after delivering a move, and stopped in time and said, "The benefactor has followed the monk here, what advice do you have?"

Fang Shiyu made a face at him, and said with a smile: "Obviously I was walking home with Sister Hua, passing by here and found something happened in Zhang's house, I didn't expect it to be you, what a coincidence?"

Ling Duoduo believed that what he said was true. He had just walked all the way, but he didn't feel the aura of someone following behind him, and he didn't pay attention to it. He nodded and said: "The little monk is still entangled in some mundane things, please let the benefactor get out of the way."

As if he did not expect his attitude to be so indifferent, Fang Shiyu turned his head to look at Miao Cuihua, and gave Miao Cuihua a secret wink. The latter immediately applauded and said: "Okay, little master is good at palming, Shaolin's unique skills are well-deserved!"

Ling Duoduo looked at her and smiled, bowed slightly to signal, and did not reply, walked around the mother and son and walked to the street. When passing small vendors and vendors, he moved his hands slightly, wrapping the small bank notes in broken pieces. The silver was thrown into the peddler's open cloth pocket through the air.

Fang Shiyu and Miao Cuihua followed him all the way, and after he spent a lot of time emptying the package, Miao Cuihua stepped forward and said, "Little master, is he from Shaolin Temple in Nine Lotus Mountains?"

"The little monk comes from the South Shaolin Discipline Academy. This time, I will go down the mountain with my master to experience the world and increase my knowledge." Ling Duoduo said softly.

Miao Cuihua originally wanted to recognize her relatives, but when she heard that he was from the Discipline Academy, her cheeks with a smile on her face froze, she gave a dry laugh, and said "Young master is really good", and then said with a silly smile: " It's getting late, don't bother the little master" and other words, I didn't dare to stay any longer, and left after talking about Fang Shiyu.

Fang Shiyu was a little baffled by the sudden contrast between his mother and his mother, but relying on the tacit understanding they had cultivated over the years, he felt that there was another mystery in it, so he didn't resist, nodded friendly to Ling Duoduo, and followed Miao Cuihua Leave behind.

Unexpectedly, the Discipline Academy already had such a great reputation, Ling Duoduo couldn't help laughing, put away the empty package, and turned back to find Zhizhi.

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It took the two of them half a month to come to Guangzhou from Jiulian Mountain, but it only took twelve days to return, saving three days in the middle of the journey.

Zhi Zhi was very satisfied with the speed at which his martial arts improved. Although he didn't say any words of praise along the way, he could also see the obvious appreciation from his eyes.

Ling Duoduo felt ashamed about this, and when he came to the entrance of Putian Village under Jiulian Mountain, he stopped and said, "Master, this disciple wants to stay here for a while..."

Chih-chih didn't ask what he wanted to do, but guessed it was just sweeping his parents' graves and paying homage, nodded and said: "Okay, after packing up, go up the mountain as soon as possible."

Ling Duoduo agreed, and after he left, he took out a long string of copper plates from his luggage, first went to a restaurant to buy light side dishes for the Lings and his wife to send to the grave, and then bought some commonly used by girls. small objects.

It was the first time for him to go down the mountain for a long time. As soon as he came back, he went to the Plum Blossom Resort. When he got close, he saw a bald monk in yellow clothes walking over from a distance carrying water. .

When the other party saw Ling Duoduo, he put down his pick immediately, and said in Buddha's salute, "I've met Senior Brother Sanli."

"You don't need to be polite, Junior Brother San De." Ling Duoduo returned the courtesy.

San De became a Shaolin disciple in the same year as him. He was an art investment teacher. He was already over 30 years old when he came to Shaolin Temple.

The two people were just familiar faces, they didn't know each other very well, and they couldn't talk. After saying hello to each other, they separated and continued walking in the original direction.

Ling Duoduo walked a certain distance, turned his head to look at him calmly, smiled, and didn't say much.San De's status in the sect is quite low, and he has never done any actions showing martial arts on weekdays, but judging from his actions, he should be responsible for superior martial arts.

Everyone has a secret, and they have the right to keep it. Ling Duoduo didn't intend to delve into it. When he came to the big plum tree at the entrance of the Plum Blossom Resort, he saw Ling Xiaoxiao sitting on the stone steps in a daze.

He put his hands behind his back and called softly, "Little?"

Ling Xiaoxiao was originally thinking about something preoccupied, but was taken aback by this call, and then she was overjoyed when she realized who the voice was, and turned her head and shouted happily: "Brother!"

Ling Duoduo put his right index finger on his lips, made a "hush" gesture, poked his head in the direction of the meditation room, and said nervously, "Master, isn't she visiting the Buddha?"

Ling Xiaoxiao shook her head and said, "No, Shitai went out early in the morning, otherwise how dare I be lazy?" Although Wumei Shitai didn't force her to practice martial arts, she was still very strict about the progress of herb learning of.

"What are you thinking, why were you in a daze just now?" Ling Duoduo looked at her a few times, it seemed that she was not at the age of a young girl Sichun.

Ling Xiaoxiao laughed out the little tiger teeth on the right: "I miss my brother, the master told me that you and the uncle should be back in a few days." As he said that, he stretched out his hand to pull him.

With such a movement, Ling Xiaoxiao saw her brother's hands behind her back, tilted her head and asked curiously: "What is hiding in my brother's hand?"

Ling Duoduo smiled and said, "Guess."

"You still have to guess, it must be candied haws, right?" Ling Xiao looked at his expression after finishing the novel, saw that he was smug but kept silent, and asked, "Isn't it candied haws?"

"My brother used to give you candied haws because he couldn't go down the mountain. This time, I went down the mountain in person. How can I give you the same gift?" Ling Duoduo took out the package hidden behind, "This is the bag I hid in Guangzhou. I secretly bought it when I was driving the master, and it is a red bean paste, a specialty of Guangzhou, try it.”