Shaolin monk

Ling Duoduo opened his eyes wide because of his vigilance, and clenched the firewood stick in his hand. He didn't make a sound hastily, but calmly pondered every move of this person.

The visitor was also very surprised to see them, he was slightly stunned for a while, he didn't know what he remembered, his expression softened a little: "You guys just came down from the mountain?"

This nun's brain is not very good. Anyway, this temple is not a place for people to live in. Ling Duoduo really felt that she asked a pure nonsense, but he didn't show it. There was a little panic on his face, and his movements were extremely small. He nodded his head.

The little girl in her arms opened her eyes just at this time, and woke up from the coma. The first thing she saw was a strange woman opposite her. She was shocked and shrank her body into Ling Duoduo's arms. Called out in a low voice: "Brother..."

The cold wind poured in along the temple door, Ling Duoduo pursed the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice: "Can you close the door first, my sister is not in good health and hasn't warmed up yet."

The visitor hastily waved the whisk, closed the door, and walked closer to check their situation. Seeing the two little bean dings shrinking back together, their expressions became more relaxed: "You don't have to be afraid, I am the Shaolin Temple on the top of the mountain." Master Wumei, if you become a monk, eat fast and chant Buddha, I will never hurt you."

Shaolin Temple?Ling Duoduo's heart moved slightly. He felt that he had grasped the main line of his life, which was obviously to enter Shaolin as a Shaolin disciple—he had been a Wudang disciple and Huashan disciple, and he never imagined that he would be taken to Shaolin for a walk in this life.

"Master, my sister and I got lost with our parents." There were many mistakes, and after he finished speaking, he closed his mouth tightly after explaining the origins of the two with his imagination, and there seemed to be something hidden in his dark eyes. Endless fear and panic, but he still hugged his sister tightly, showing a protective posture.

After hearing this sentence, Mrs. Wumei's half-revealed smile froze to appease them. She looked at him cautiously, and said carefully, "This temple is built on the mountainside. It's amazing that you can come here from the foot of the mountain alone in a blizzard at such a young age."

"How do you know that we climbed up from the foot of the mountain by ourselves?" Ling Duoduo caught the small loophole in her words, lowered his eyes to cover the flashing light in his eyes, and asked in a milky voice with his head raised, "Excuse me, have you met our parents at the foot of the mountain?"

He didn't know how the two children climbed up the mountain without the accompanying care of their parents. The little girl in his arms just woke up, and she was too young to ask any questions, so Ling Duoduo made up .

Mrs. Wumei recalled the tragic death of a group of traveling merchants she saw at the foot of the mountain. None of the thirteen people survived. Perhaps the parents of the children were among them.

She imagined that when encountering bandits, the father in the front led the guards to fight against the bandits, and the mother in the back pushed the two ignorant children up the mountain, trying to make them run farther, and she couldn't help clasping her hands together. After saying "My Buddha is merciful", he began to recite the "Amitabha Sutra" in a low voice.

Ling Duoduo actually waited patiently for her answer, but in this scene, he still showed the eagerness of a child who wanted to know the news of his parents, his eyes were wide open, and he interrupted the other party very impolitely. He muttered something, and raised his voice to repeat his own question: "Master, do you know where our parents are?"

The children are too young to understand everything that just happened. It is a blessing to be able to escape and ascend to heaven, and naturally they will not know that their parents have encountered an accident.

Mrs. Wumei didn't care about being interrupted, but she couldn't express the sorrow in her heart in front of the two children, she hesitated for a while, knelt down and asked, "What's your name? "

This question caught Ling Duoduo immediately. He had different names in his previous three lives, and he still doesn't know what the name of this body is. It would be bad if he gave a casual answer.

Fortunately, the little girl in his arms came back to her senses as soon as he made a joke—just now her brother had said so much to this stranger, she understood this sentence, and replied: "My name is Ling Xiaoxiao , my brother’s name is Ling Duoduo.”

Their parents were traveling merchants, and they wandered around with a pair of children. Everywhere they went, they met new friends. People often asked questions like the two children, and Ling Xiaoxiao had already answered them very smoothly.

My brother's name is Duoduo, why isn't my sister's name Shaoshao?Ling Duoduo slandered in his heart, feeling that the name was not too high-end, so he nodded heavily in the eyes of Mrs. Wumei, "Yes, my name is Ling Duoduo, and this is my younger sister Xiaoxiao."

Fortunately, it's not called Ling Dada, otherwise it would be ugly.He squinted his eyes calmly, feeling that his expression was a little bit inappropriate because he was shocked by this literary name - the corner of his mouth twitched reflexively.

Although Mrs. Wumei didn't seem to find anything wrong, Ling Duoduo, a perfectionist, took remedial measures: "Does Mrs. Tai know my parents?"

Monks don't tell lies, otherwise they will be sentenced to tongue-pulling hell.Wumei Master Taiding took a look at him, bowed down and bowed to the Buddha statue in the temple, then turned his gaze to the two children again, nodded and said: "Your parents entrusted me to take care of you, after a few years , they will come to fetch you."

It was the first time in her life that she told a lie, she was not good at it normally, and couldn't think of a better one for a while, so she made up a lie full of loopholes, and her expression was very unnatural.

Entrusted to take care of but don't even know the name of the entrusted child?Ling Duoduo could tell at a glance that she was covering it up intentionally, but she didn't detect any malice from this teacher.

Ling Xiaoxiao only understood half of these words. She didn't understand what taking care of her was. She only vaguely felt that her parents didn't want her anymore, so she covered her eyes and began to cry.

Ling Duoduo didn't cry, he just glanced at the teacher in front of him with suspicion: "Is what you said true?"

"It's true." Master Wumei was full of guilt, and didn't want to continue discussing this issue. Seeing that the fire was small, she added a few pieces of firewood into it.

Ling Duoduo didn't want to get too deep into it, he could tell that the person in front of him was definitely not a bad person, he couldn't even sit up straight, it was the dove who took over the magpie's nest and robbed someone else's shell, so naturally it's not good to stalk and insist on being held Speak clearly.

From the actions of Mrs. Wumei when she first came in, Ling Duoduo understood that she is a first-class expert. If she is really malicious, she can kill the two little brats just like crushing an ant with her hands. There is no need to talk to them so nicely A big pass.

Mrs. Wumei looks like she is just in her early 30s, and there is no wrinkle at the corners of her mouth and eyes. This is a person who basically doesn't smile on weekdays. Since meeting them, she has laughed twice in a row—although her smile is very stiff and lingering. Duoduo can feel the friendliness of the other party from it.

To be able to tell a lie from a monk, Ling Duoduo knew very well that some kind of accident must have happened to his parents in this body, and most of them had already passed away.

He sighed secretly in his heart.

Master Wumei raised her hand to touch his right wrist, her eyes lit up, and then pinched the back of his head.

Ling Duoduo didn't feel at all awkward about this kind of movement, it was to test the condition of his bones and tendons, he had experienced it twice before when he was admitted to Wudang and Huashan, so he let the other party pinch and pat him.

After trying it out, Wumei was quite pleasantly surprised, she temporarily diluted her compassion just now, and exclaimed in admiration: "It's really a good seedling for martial arts!"

Mrs. Wumei went to touch Ling Xiaoxiao again. The girl has slender bones, and her aptitude is not too outstanding, but she is not too bad, because she said, "Wait for the wind and snow to stop, I will take you up the mountain."

This season is approaching the middle and late Qing Dynasty, the political situation is corrupt, the world situation is turbid, and the people are displaced. Shaolin has always opened its doors widely and took in many homeless orphans, who were generally adopted as lay disciples.

Master Wumei and the abbot of Shaolin, master Zhishan, both studied under Zen master Xingyin, and she is the elder sister of master Zhishan. Although she did not inform the abbot of Shaolin about this matter, she can completely take the decision and accept the two children.

Ling Duoduo took his younger sister's cold little hand and stepped forward to thank her.

Although he had the sudden backing of Mrs. Wumei, Ling Duoduo was still quite worried, and had to look out the window to see the wind and snow from time to time.

Everyone is equal before the cold, at least one more person will consume more firewood. In front of Mrs. Wumei, if I think about it, I may have to shave my head and become a bald man to mess with the Buddha. He is not easy to do. He made the move of chopping up the Buddhist altar and burning it down. He could only hope that the snowstorm outside would subside soon.

No matter how the name Wumei sounded familiar, Ling Duoduo couldn't help but start to think wildly. Under such circumstances, he would not let go of any information that could be used.

In his second and third lives, one lived at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the other lived in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. In his first life, he lived in a modern city. He learned a lot of knowledge, and he might be able to find information about Wumei.

Ling Duoduo was still wearing a felt hat on his head at this time. He reached out and touched it, and found that half of his head was still bald, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Needless to say, it must be the Qing Dynasty now.

If it was the Qing Dynasty, he really remembered a Wumei master, who seemed to be one of the five masters of the southern Shaolin monk family, but he didn't know whether the Wumei here was the same person as the Wumei in his memory .

"Master, we passed by a village at the foot of the mountain with our parents, but what kind of village is that?" Ling Duoduo asked tentatively.

Mrs. Wumei replied: "That is Putian Village, and this mountain is Jiulian Mountain."

After thanking Ling Duoduo, he squinted his eyes thoughtfully. Seeing that there was such a heavy snowstorm outside, he thought that the one on the top of the mountain was the North Shaolin, but he didn't expect it to be the South Shaolin.

The author has something to say: PS: The foot of Shaolin Mountain should have been a very peaceful place, so that thieves and robbers would not be rampant. This is a small pit, which will be explained later~