Shaolin monk

Fang Shiyu hid in a coffin and left Guangzhou. After several days of treatment with medicinal wine, he was able to walk on his own. Now he was followed by Miao Cuihua, Hong Xiguan and Hu Huiqian, and Ling Duoduo led the way far away.

Their direction of progress is Shaolin, which was decided by Miao Xian. He told Miao Cuihua that in order to cure Fang Shiyu's disease, only the Marrow Washing Sutra has such a miraculous effect in the world today.

Ling Duoduo didn't like to get along with too many people. He walked in front and led the way, and he was happy and quiet. Fang Shiyu came over to chat with him from time to time to relieve boredom, and the two got along pretty well.

Fang Shiyu is extroverted, likes to talk, laugh and play tricks. The journey along the way is boring and boring. With such a person by his side, although the speed of travel is not fast, it still adds a lot of fun.

Ling Duoduo had already written a letter to Zhi Zhi of Shaolin Temple about the matter he was involved in after coming to Hangzhou, and because he felt that several people involved had a great relationship with Shaolin, he also wrote to Master Wumei Having said it again, he hasn't received a reply from the two of them yet, but he has a rough guess about their reaction.

It took the group a month to reach the surrounding area of ​​Jiulian Mountain. They only need to climb two more mountains to reach Putian. The road is sparsely populated, there are no dense towns, and there is not even a place to rest.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Ling Duoduo squinted his eyes, turned his head and said to Fang Shiyu who was walking next to him: "It's getting late, and depending on the situation, there may be heavy rain. There is a ruined temple around here. You might as well go and settle down."

"I listen to the little master." Fang Shiyu said with a smile, not forgetting to flatter him sweetly, "The little master is really familiar with the surrounding land, which really admires me."

Ling Duoduo looked up at him silently, and said, "My little monk has been living on Jiulian Mountain since he was three years old, and he started down the mountain to practice with his master at the age of ten. Naturally, he is quite familiar with the vicinity of Jiulian Mountain."

Fang Shiyu is particularly interested in praising him these days, and it's not that he wants to get close to him, but he seems to like to see his tangled expression silently twitching the corners of his lips.

Fang Shiyu let out a soft "wow" after hearing what he said, and asked, "Little master used to add the phrase 'benefactor's absurd praise', why didn't he add it today—let's not talk about it, little master is three years old Have you been a monk since then?"

This topic can be freely played. Ling Duoduo glanced at him quickly, and said sadly: "The parents of the little monk were killed by bandits at the foot of Jiulian Mountain 11 years ago. Inside the Shaolin Temple."

Fang Shiyu immediately withdrew his smiling face, and apologized repeatedly to him, full of guilt for accidentally poking someone's scar.

Ling Duoduo waved his hand to show that it was all right. Seeing that he was muffled and silent, and his ears were rarely quiet, he led a group of people to the nearby ruined temple, and said softly: "There are few people here, and this temple has been in disrepair for a long time. Let's just make do with one night."

This temple looks weird from a distance, but it is even more terrifying when you get a closer look. Miao Cuihua stepped forward and walked around this small temple, and couldn't help swallowing : "Do you think this ruined temple seems very..."

Hong Xiguan: "Gloomy?"

Hu Huiqian: "Terror?"

Fang Shiyu: "Haha!"

——These four people are simply born three-and-a-half-sentence actors, and being funny at this time would be too disruptive to the atmosphere.Along the way, he was no stranger to similar conversations, Ling Duoduo just slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, and immediately pretended not to hear it.

He took incense candles from the package and enshrined them in front of the Buddha statue, and took out a torch and lit some straws that were messy and discarded on the ground: "Don't think too much, I have lived here more than ten times, and I have never found anything unusual."

For a person who walks the rivers and lakes, if he is afraid of ghosts and the like, he would have been scared to death on the road, and this ruined temple is actually a better place to stay.

Miao Cuihua looked outside at the thunder and lightning that suddenly flashed across the sky, and said helplessly: "Although this temple can provide shelter from the cold, there is nothing inside except a Buddhist altar. We have to get firewood to make a fire to keep warm. Frozen to death here?"

It’s okay for the others to have internal energy protection, but Fang Shiyu still has internal injuries, but he can’t stand the cold, so she ordered: “Xiguan, Huiqian, you two go out with me to find firewood, little master, please take care of me here.” Shiyu."

After all, Ling Duoduo didn't know them very well, and Miao Cuihua was grateful for his care all the way, so she assigned him a light errand, hoping that he could take this opportunity to rest for a while.

This was someone's kindness, and Ling Duoduo didn't shirk it, nodded and said, "I'm sorry to bother you."

Miao Cuihua left with the two of them, leaving him and Fang Shiyu staring at each other. Ling Duoduo sat cross-legged, squinting his eyes to rest his mind. After waiting for a while, he opened his eyes and saw Fang Shiyu lying on the ground yawning bored , asked: "Does your chest still hurt?"

"It hurts, but it's much better." Fang Shiyu turned over from the dirty ground, moved closer to him, and couldn't help but care about his future welfare, "Little master, after entering the Shaolin Temple, Could it be that you can’t eat meat anymore?”

Ling Duoduo looked at him sideways, but felt that the question was a bit interesting, and said with a half-smile: "You don't have to wait until you enter Shaolin, but when you meet Master Wumei on Jiulian Mountain, not only will Master not let you You continue to eat meat, and you have to stop adding salt to your meals.”

Fang Shiyu didn't expect him to answer like this at all, his entire handsome face froze for a moment, after looking at him for a long time, he tremblingly dragged out his voice and wailed, "No way?"

"Master Wumei is a master of medicinal herb research, and the medicinal herbal formula I used to bathe you was improved by her." Ling Duoduo shrugged slightly, "Originally, when bathing for your wounds, you should Avoid meat and fishy meat, remove salt and salt, because you are still seriously injured and need good nutrition, so I didn't ask the kitchen to do so."

Fang Shiyu rolled a few more times and hugged his thigh and did not let go: "Little master, you are really a good person!"

After flattering him, he raised his hand and patted his bare forehead, as if he suddenly remembered something, and piled up a false elation on his face: "I think your treatment can make me recover quickly, and now my Most of the injuries are already healed, why don't we go back to Hangzhou?"

"...If you want to heal your wounds, only the Shaolin Marrow Washing Sutra." Ling Duoduo, who received the second good person card, pulled out his thigh and said in relief, "When you go to Shaolin, it will only be a few days of hard work." In [-], as long as you can beat the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation and go down the mountain, you can naturally drink and eat meat, so you can be happy."

"Then what if we can't beat it? Do we have to stay on the mountain for the rest of our lives?" Fang Shiyu moved a little closer to him, and lowered his voice mysteriously, "Sister Hua told me that my grandfather only took five years. Coming out of the Shaolin Eighteen Bronze Figures, I believe there must be someone shorter than him, right?"

He didn't do much research on this issue. Ling Duoduo thought for a while and said, "I'm afraid I'm sorry to tell you that, as far as I know, the record for the shortest time in the last 11 years is 13 years." .”

"Not being able to eat meat for 13 years and being out of breath, the former seems to be more painful, right?" Fang Shiyu couldn't help sighing, "Sister Hua told me that Shaolin Temple has strict rules, especially the Discipline Academy..."

He didn't realize until he was halfway through that the thigh he was holding seemed to be produced by a genuine precepts academy, so he quickly sat up straight and solemnly said: "I will definitely abide by the 72 Shaolin Temple Rules, and firmly support the leadership of Abbot Zhishan , obey—what’s the name of the precept academy chief—oh, Master Zhizhi’s control, carry forward the lofty spirit of Shaolin not to eat meat, drink or kill.”

"Because of its functions, the Discipline Academy has indeed been squeezed out and misunderstood by other disciples." Ling Duoduo didn't care much about it. He knew that Zhizhi himself didn't care, and the reputation of the Discipline Academy was indeed bad enough, "I don't care It is not the person in charge of internal discipline inspection in Shaolin Temple, but my two senior brothers, San Jie and San Chi, who are in charge of lay disciples."

After he finished speaking, he glanced lightly with the tip of his eyes, and saw Fang Shiyu sniggering in relief, and said solemnly: "Don't be too happy, the two brothers of the little monk are rumored to have grown three. eyed man."

Although this sentence can shock a person to death, Fang Shiyu was still taken aback when he heard it, raised his head to look at him, and said in amazement: "Little master, were you kidding me just now?"

Brother, what I'm telling you is a bad joke, not a horror story, so you don't need to be frightened like this.Ling Duoduo felt a little bit internally hurt, so he glanced at him quickly, and opened his mouth to ask him if his usual image is a smart person who is 20 years younger, and he can be surprised like this by just telling a cold joke ?

But before he could say this, his expression changed slightly, he removed Fang Shiyu's head, stood up, looked in the direction of the temple gate, and said, "Someone is coming."

Fang Shiyu followed his movements, struggled to get up, turned his eyes around this gloomy temple, and looked at the bad weather outside, and felt chills all over his body inexplicably: "You, you sure come Is it a person?"

Ling Duoduo laughed all of a sudden: "Who is it that bragged to me three days ago, saying that he is Fang Shiyu, who is fearless?"

Fang Shiyu was choked for a moment, moved his thin purple lips, muttered in a low voice, "I am not afraid of the sky, I am not afraid of the earth, I am not afraid of ghosts, and I am not in conflict with being afraid of ghosts", and lightly poked him from behind: "Little master, I heard people say that you are bald. To ward off evil spirits, can I trouble you to stand in front?"

At this time, even the title "you" popped up, Ling Duoduo rolled his eyes at him, and then felt that he had violated the precept of anger, and hurriedly put his hands together and said "Amitabha", and focused on observing the outside.

Thanks to his profound internal strength, his hearing ability has always been excellent, and he can vaguely recognize that the direction of people trotting all the way from far to near is indeed this ruined temple.

"Don't be afraid, the person who came may be from a nearby family. He came straight in this direction, and he must have known that there is a ruined temple here." Ling Duoduo comforted, and the true energy in Yun Yun's body reached the ears, and continued to analyze He said, "This person walks lightly and knows some martial arts, but he is not a person with outstanding lightness. Otherwise, in this thunder and lightning weather, I would not be able to hear his footsteps clearly from a long distance."

After saying these words, the way Fang Shiyu looked at him changed, as if he would kneel down and hug his thighs tightly and shout "big wet" in a second.

He poked his head and looked outside. There were lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and the sky outside was also dark, so he couldn't see the situation outside clearly. Fang Shiyu said worriedly: "Can I trouble Dashi to do a fortune for Sister Hua and see them When can I come back?"

Ling Duoduo said solemnly: "The poor monk only calculates one hexagram a day. There has been no exception in the past few decades. Naturally, there will be no exception today. Please come back another day, sir."

Fang Shiyu was obviously amused by this impromptu role-playing, raised his hand and pointed at him, laughed for a while, and then said solemnly: "Little master, I have to say, you have completely subverted my perception of monks, you are really A good man!"

Ling Banxian pinched his fingers and found out that this was already the third good person card he had received, and it was from the same person.

——He wondered, when Fang Shiyu faced Hong Xiguan and Hu Huigan, he didn't always say "you are a good person". So carefree, is it because he was born with a Luthor face?

The conversation between the two of them completely relieved the gloomy atmosphere in the temple. Fang Shiyu was still smiling and wanted to say something, but he saw a shadowy figure appearing from the rain curtain.

"...with disheveled hair, it looks like a female ghost..." His bright smile froze again, and he silently swallowed what he was about to say, "I'm drenched all over, my cheeks are bruised, it seems to be a water ghost..."

The more Fang Shiyu looked at it, the more confused he became. He was about to summon Dashi to subdue the demon and eliminate the demon, when he saw Ling Duoduo rushing out of the temple first.

Although Dashi has excellent martial arts skills, he doesn't know if he can be effective against female ghosts.Although Fang Shiyu's chest injury is still not healed, and he felt dull pain after taking a deep breath, he held up the torch and rushed out with a howl - I hope the rain will not completely extinguish the torch. Ghosts are afraid of fire.

Ling Duoduo's complexion can be said to be very ugly. When he saw the figure in the rain just now, he already felt familiar. Now he ran to take a closer look, and sure enough, the silly girl who ran over in the rain was his precious sister.

Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao's wet and miserable appearance, he didn't care to say anything else, took off his robe and helped her cover her head, and urged: "Quick, go to the temple to shelter from the rain!"

Ling Xiaoxiao was so focused on going on the road with her head down, she almost bumped into someone head-on, she was shocked, but when she looked up, she found that it was her own brother, she was overjoyed, and said in surprise, "Brother?"

Fang Shiyu, who was waving his arms and was about to slam the torch on the female ghost's face, had already done half of his movements. on the ground.

What kind of shit is this? Ling Duoduo sighed, helped Ling Xiaoxiao into the ruined temple, and then pulled Fang Shiyu in: "It was just a misunderstanding, this is my sister Xiaoxiao."

"Hello." Ling Xiaoxiao glanced at Fang Shiyu with a little curiosity. As her own sister, she still knows her brother's daily habits very well. Although Ling Duoduo looks easy to talk to, she treats everyone with a gentle and courteous attitude. Appearance, but this person is actually very difficult to get close to, and there is a sense of distance from people.

It was the first time for Ling Xiaoxiao to see him walking with other people in such a long time, and Fang Shiyu seemed to be no different from ordinary people, which was a little hard to understand.

Ling Duoduo simply said to her, "This is Fang Shiyu from Guangzhou, this time he is about to go to Shaolin to learn art from a teacher." He pulled Ling Xiaoxiao up and down to look her up and down, and saw that her whole body was soaked and her hair was trembling in the strong wind. It was so messy that at first glance, only my own brother could recognize that this was really not a female ghost.

How can a girl not know how to cherish herself?Ling Duoduo was quite helpless, and asked, "Let's not talk about anything else, do you still have clean clothes?"

Seeing that he was worried about herself, Ling Xiaoxiao first bowed her head and apologized softly, then obediently embraced the package, unwrapped it, looked at it, and shook her head guiltyly: "The whole package is soaked..."

Needless to say, the clothes must be wet too, Ling Duoduo shook his head: "I'll find you a set of clean clothes to change into, take off this wet one, and I'll help you dry it against the fire."

Ling Xiaoxiao had lost her breath when she heard his words, she stuck out her tongue lightly, took her clothes and hid behind the huge five-meter-high Buddha statue, and quickly changed into her clothes.

Taking advantage of this gap, Fang Shiyu patted his chest in shock and asked softly, "Is that really your sister?"

"Why, don't they look alike?" Ling Duoduo asked, and at the same time raised his hand to touch his face. Although he and Ling Xiaoxiao don't look exactly the same, but because they are twin brothers and sisters, the eyebrows and eyes are still the same. They are quite similar, and others can probably recognize them at a glance.

Fang Shiyu shook his head: "What a coincidence, when we settled down in this ruined temple, we unexpectedly ran into your sister—you just said her name is 'Little'?"

Ling Duoduo nodded silently, and at the same time turned his head to look at him with a little vigilance. What do you mean? Why are you so interested in your sister?

"My brother's name is 'Sanli', but my sister's name is 'Xiaoxiao'? Doesn't this logic seem to be correct?" Fang Shiyu's focus was obviously different from what he thought, and he asked with a smile.

Ling Duoduo twitched the corners of his lips, vaguely feeling that the topic between the two was developing in a very dangerous direction, Pi smiled and said: "The benefactor misunderstood, 'Three Ceremonies' is just the monk's dharma name."

Fang Shiyu's grandfather was a Shaolin disciple, so it was impossible for him not to know such a simple matter. What really aroused his curiosity was the following news: "What is the common name of the little master?"

"..." Ling Duoduo clasped his hands together, with a dignified look on his face, "People come and go naked in the world without concern, and a name is just an appellation. You can be called Buddha, and I can be called Buddha too."

Fang Shiyu was not entangled by him at all, and asked with great interest: "No, my name is Fang Shiyu, not Buddha, what is your name, little master?"

Ling Duoduo reluctantly ended his unsuccessful preaching, turned his head to look at him for three seconds, and tried to talk about him: "Really, why are you like this? Call me 'Daddy' when you need it." Wet', when you don't need it, immediately change your name and call it 'little master'."

Fang Shiyu comprehended some kind of mysterious mystery from his actions like dying and struggling. He turned his head and looked at the fire chopsticks in front of him, and was silent for a while. "Couldn't the little master's common name be 'Ling Da'?"

Sure enough, when thinking of "small", the first thing everyone thought of was "big". Ling Duoduo took a light breath, and justified his name with a sad face: "The common name of the little monk is 'Duoduo'."

Fang Shiyu savored the name "Ling Duoduo" in his heart for a long time, nodded solemnly and said: "Not bad, it's much better than 'Da Da'."

Although she was somewhat feminine, the tragic color was not so strong. The other party treated her very well. Although Fang Shiyu was still laughing in her heart, she also felt that she could not repay her kindness, so she tried to say that sentence more sincerely.

"More is less, and less is more. This name actually has a very Zen charm." Ling Duoduo explained something, and when Fang Shiyu burst out laughing, he laughed too, shaking his head and saying, "Don't tell Senior Sister they , or I'd be laughed to death."

This is really a dark history of seeing light and dying. Ling Duoduo feels that he should be a monk in this life, at least he has a dharma name to help cover it up.

This world stresses that a hero must have a bright name, and he must have a catchy nickname based on his name and his own characteristics, but the names related to "Ling Duoduo" don't seem to be so nice.

——Anyway, it is hard for him to imagine inserting a "two great heroes" between "Yumian Mengchang" and "Thousand-faced Yanluo".

"Little master, my chest hurts from laughing!" Fang Shiyu laughed, stretched out his right hand and raised it in front of him, "Okay, I promise absolutely—never tell, not even Sister Hua, let's pull the hook. "

... Pulling the hook... Ling Duoduo looked intently at the hand he stretched out. He put both hands on his knees and did not move. Xiaoxiao no longer makes such stupid moves.

"I know, that's why I want to see you do it once?" Fang Shiyu hooked his little finger with his right hand with a smile, and covered his thumb with a poke, with a bright smile of a successful prank.

Ling Duoduo rolled his eyes at him again, chanted "Amitabha" again, ignored him, got up and met Ling Xiaoxiao who came out from behind the Buddha statue, and asked, "Xiaoxiao, why did you appear on such a barren mountain? Where is Yeling?"

You must know that Ling Xiaoxiao spends most of his time honestly staying in the Plum Blossom Resort, even if he goes down the mountain to help Master Wumei buy supplies, he will not go out of Putian Village.

"It's the master who received the letter from my brother and learned about Uncle Miao Xian and Uncle Li Bashan. He asked me to go down the mountain to meet my brother and let him go back to Shaolin Temple as soon as possible." Ling Xiaoxiao replied.

These words were very meaningful, but Ling Duoduo guessed her expression, and found that his sister didn't think there was anything wrong with it, it seemed that she didn't know about it.

The letter Ling Duoduo sent back to Shaolin not only talked about the conflict between Miao Xian's lineage and Li Bashan's lineage, but also emphasized that he was going to Shaolin Temple with Fang Shiyu and others.

He also hinted in many ways in the letter that Li Bashan seems to have switched to Wudang. If Fang Shiyu's going to Shaolin was known by Li Xiaohuan's father and daughter, it might bring disaster to Shaolin. He also asked the elders of Shaolin to decide whether to take Fang Shiyu in or not. .

Judging from the words that Mrs. Wumei asked Ling Xiaoxiao to convey to him, Wumei didn't mind accepting Fang Shiyu, nor did she mind getting into trouble with Wudang. Xiao Xiao, an inexperienced little girl, was sent down, as if if he left late, he would encounter some kind of great crisis.

These things just passed in my mind, anyway, I can definitely find out from the mouth of Master Wumei when I go back to Shaolin. Let's go to Nine Lotus Mountain together."

After he finished speaking, he poked his head and looked outside, and saw that the rain was getting heavier, and then looked at Fang Shiyu, who seemed to be a little worried, got up and said, "Senior sister and the others haven't come back yet, little monk, go out and have a look."

Ling Xiaoxiao walked around behind the Buddha statue and took out a tattered oil-paper umbrella: "I don't know which passer-by threw it here. I just found it when I was changing clothes. Brother might as well go out with it. Anyway, there are also some umbrellas." A shelter from the rain."

Ling Duoduo picked it up, but before he had time to say anything, he heard the noise outside, said "They're back", and held up his umbrella to greet him.

Miao Cuihua, Hong Xiguan, and Hu Huiqian each had a big lotus leaf on their heads, and they were not too miserable. When they saw him come out to greet him, they all thanked him.

They all expressed a little surprise at Ling Xiaoxiao who suddenly appeared in the temple. Ling Duoduo came forward and gave a brief self-introduction to both parties. The two groups merged together and headed towards Shaolin Temple together.

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Because Mrs. Wumei specially asked him to go back to the mountain first, Ling Duoduo took the group to Putian Village below Jiulian Mountain, and suggested that he might have to go ahead for the time being.

Fang Shiyu was really grateful for his care all the way, and held his hand rather reluctantly: "Little master, when I go to Shaolin Temple and make mistakes and get arrested again, you must lend a helping hand."

Ling Duoduo looked at him helplessly, unable to express his contempt, he nodded hastily and said: "Okay, when you become a Shaolin disciple, I will stand guard at the gate of the Discipline Academy every day waiting to beg for mercy and redeem you." Although he spoke weakly, the corners of his mouth were still hooked.

Fang Shiyu played a trick to dilute the sadness before parting, smiled and touched him lightly with his fist: "Then it's done, with your words, I dare to go to Shaolin."

Ling Duoduo took Ling Xiaoxiao's hand and planned to leave. Looking left and right, he remembered some rumors he had vaguely heard when he went down the mountain on weekdays. There are quite a lot of people seeking medical advice, and many people down the mountain are cheated by this, so don’t be fooled.”

Miao Cuihua was very surprised and said: "Such a thing can happen at the foot of Shaolin Temple?" After all, it is close to Shaolin, if Ling Duoduo didn't point it out, she really couldn't believe it.

Ling Duoduo sighed and said: "We have also heard people mention it many times, but people who live nearby all know Shaolin disciples. Whenever we go down the mountain to see, these ghosts and snakes hide and disappear, and we can't catch them. know how to grab it."

Shaolin's reputation is ruined by these people. With Ling Duoduo's character, such people should be severely punished, but Shaolin is not a law enforcement supervision mechanism. Even if people are caught, such things are not up to them. .

However, the owner of the restaurant who happened to pass by stopped after hearing these words, because Ling Duoduo often went to his store to buy some side dishes to worship the Ling couple, and the two were considered acquainted.

The owner of the tavern took the initiative to talk and said, "Little Master Sanli, Shaolin Temple should really take care of these people down the mountain. Not only are they full of tricks and abductions, but I heard from the second sister-in-law next door that there have been bandits looting even on Jiulian Mountain recently." It's over!"

This sentence was like giving Ling Duoduo a blow in the head, he turned his head to look, and said in a broken voice, "Is that true?"

The owner of the tavern had the impression that the little master who came down from Shaolin Temple always spoke in a soft voice, and it was rare for him to raise his voice, so he was a little startled, and immediately nodded heavily: "Yes. Ah, I heard people say that the three merchants who passed by Putian were all killed, and the corpses were restrained by the villagers kindly..."

Halfway through his words, he already understood a little bit, wasn't that how the Ling couple died back then?There are actually quite a few people who knew what happened back then, but Ling Duoduo asked them to go over one by one, hoping that they would not mention this matter in front of his sister. He closed his mouth, took his farewell and left.

"Little master, are you okay?" Fang Shiyu also sensed that his situation was wrong, recalling what the two of them mentioned before arriving at the temple a few days ago, he asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Ling Duoduo waved his hand, turned his head and said: "It's okay, please find a place to settle down on your own first, the little monk has to take Xiaoxiao to see some uncles."

He dropped a sentence, saw Fang Shiyu nodded, didn't care to say more, pulled Ling Xiaoxiao away quickly, all the way he kept pursing the corners of his lips and refused to make a sound, his face was really gloomy.

Ling Xiaoxiao was also very angry and said: "Shaolin has always preached compassion, and the villagers at the foot of the mountain have been educated so much that they don't kill. I didn't expect such thieves to appear in such a good way. Not to mention looting money, they are still in their hands. Killed? Brother, we must tell the master and the master abbot about this matter, and let Shaolin organize monks to go down the mountain to encircle and suppress it!"

Ling Duoduo mentioned the Liucheng power and hurried on the road, but he was actually a little absent-minded. His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about thousands of connections, and suddenly he narrowed his eyes: "Xiao Xiao, it has been ten years since we came to Shaolin Temple. right?"

Ten years ago, their biological parents were killed at the foot of Shaolin Mountain. How similar is the situation of these three business hotels today?It happened to be ten years apart, and it was obvious that the same group of people did it.

Reminiscent of Master Wumei calling him back to the mountain too quickly, Ling Duoduo felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth. The relationship between Shaolin and Wudang was quite tense ten years ago, and it seemed that the two factions were about to quarrel again .

As soon as he returned to the Plum Blossom Resort, he saw Master Wumei coming out of the meditation room to greet her immediately. Ling Duoduo stepped forward to salute and said, "I have seen Master."

Wumei held the dust whisk in her hand, her face was a bit haggard, she nodded to him.

Ling Duoduo didn't wait for her to speak, and immediately asked aloud: "I have gained a lot of knowledge and knowledge after going down the mountain this time, and I have a lot of understanding in Buddhism. I just want to ask my teacher for advice."

Wumei didn't answer him immediately, but turned her head away first, looked at Ling Xiaoxiao and said, "Xiao Xiao, the herbs for my master have been used up, you go to the medicine garden to pick some more."

Ling Xiaoxiao could see that it was her master who wanted to push her away, and looked at Ling Duoduo with a little anxiety, seeing that her elder brother also nodded slightly, and obediently responded: "Yes, master."

Dismissing those who were not suitable to listen, Wumei took Ling Duoduo back to the meditation room, waved her hands and closed the door tightly, and sat cross-legged on the futon in the center without opening her mouth, apparently waiting for Ling Duoduo to ask.

Ling Duoduo was also not polite, and stood not far in front of her, clasped his hands together and performed the Buddhist ceremony, and said loudly: "Master, was the death of the disciple's parents back then the bandits or Wudang?"

"Amitabha." Wumei chanted the Buddha's name for a long time, with a hint of sadness on her always serious face, "I checked the corpses of thirteen merchants, and found that they were indeed Wudang sect's martial arts."

Ling Duoduo was able to ask the point with a single mouth. Obviously, he has done many investigations on his own, and he has a lot of information in his hands. He has been traveling in the world for many years, and he is smart and quick-witted. Wumei didn't expect to be able to lie to him. Let him go, not to mention that today is different from the past, Wudang and Shaolin are going to have troubles again, it is safer to tell him some things.

As early as after she received Ling Duoduo's letter and heard the news that there were thieves on Jiulian Mountain again, she had already made up her mind, and she didn't hesitate to tell them one by one at this time.

Wumei said slowly: "25 years ago, Poor Nun, Brother Baimei, Brother Zhishan, Brother Li Bashan, Brother Miao Xian, and Brother Feng Daode were all disciples of Zen Master Xingyin, the abbot of Shaolin at that time."

The people involved in this list of names are all remarkable people, not to mention Shaolin abbot Zhishan and Wudang head teacher Baimei, even Li Bashan, Miao Xian and Feng Daode are also well-known figures in martial arts.Ling Duoduo leaned forward slightly, waiting for her next words.

"The master advocates teaching students according to their aptitude, so he taught us six martial arts with different martial arts. However, brothers Baimei, Li Bashan and Feng Daode felt that the master favored the three of us. They rebelled against Shaolin 25 years ago and joined Wudang. When Wumei said this, she couldn't help sighing deeply, "The disputes that followed for decades all started because of this, and we really have sinned deeply and are terrified."

It turned out that because of his outstanding talent, Baimei switched to Wudang and became the head teacher of Wudang in just a few years, but he still did not let go of his hatred with Shaolin.

Ten years ago, the parents of Ling Duoduo's body were the victims. At that time, Shaolin first sent disciples to ask for an explanation, and then several elders and presided over them went to Wudang in person. Baimei was unable to punish the Wudang disciples who committed the murder. The curtain fell.

When Wumei said this, she seemed worried: "Originally, Senior Brother Baimei didn't get any benefits from ten years ago, so he should stop here. Shaolin has also gained ten years of peace. For some reason, this year he sent disciples to make trouble again."

Ling Duoduo heard it, and found that Wu Mei was thinking deeper than himself. He thought that Bai Mei's troubles from time to time were the tenth anniversary or something, so he asked, "Master, are you worried that Bai Mei has something to rely on?"

In terms of seniority, Baimei was his elder, but as a person whose parents were killed, Ling Duoduo felt that he didn't need to address him by an honorific title at all, so he called him "Baimei" directly.

Mrs. Wumei stared ahead and remained silent for a long time before she nodded solemnly and said that what he said was exactly what she was worried about: "Originally this was just a guess, but later I received your letter and learned that Leihuo was Hangzhou is rampant and domineering, and I feel more and more that there is another mystery in it."

"You mean, Leihuo didn't act like this in Hangzhou before?" Ling Duoduo didn't know much about Leihuo's name, but listening to Mrs. Wumei's voice, it was only during this period that Leihuo suddenly It's so rampant.

"Tongtian Academy established by Leihuo has always been protected by the imperial court, but it has not been able to influence the qualifications of Gongsheng students. Besides, I heard from your letter that he killed several people in the arena, and no one has been held accountable." Wumei Road.

It seems that this teacher is exactly what he thinks, Wudang is hooked up with the imperial court, Ling Duoduo lightly pursed the corners of his lips: "The specific situation is just based on hearsay, and it may not be possible to see the real chapter, why don't you wait for Fang Shiyu to go up the mountain , the teacher carefully asked him the whole story, and then make a decision."