Shaolin monk

Counting it, it has been four days since he came to this world and started his fourth life. Ling Duoduo walked into the room with a small bag of herbs in his hands. Seeing Ling Xiaoxiao smirking at him lying on the pillow, he couldn't help but also smiled. :"What's wrong?"

He likes this little oil bottle that he encountered in this life very much. Although Ling Xiaoxiao can't adapt to the life of losing her parents, she has to sob and cry every day before going to bed, and Ling Duo needs to spend a lot of effort to coax her, but The little girl is gentle and optimistic by nature, and knows how to be considerate.

Ling Xiaoxiao climbed down from the bed obediently, reached out to pick up the package in his hand, and said softly, "Brother, do you want to make herbs again today?"

"Yes, the herb given by the teacher is very useful." Ling Duoduo said while putting the herb bag into the hands of his younger sister, then turned around and carried in a bathtub that was half the height of an adult.

The tub was made of birch wood, so it wasn't too heavy, and he could barely carry it with his strength.Although Wumei didn't mind doing such a small favor for the two children, Ling Duoduo tried not to bother her as much as possible.

He placed the bathtub firmly in the center of the room, and then brought in a bucket of water with Ling Xiaoxiao's help, panting heavily from exhaustion: "You wash first, and then I'll change the water to soak in herbs."

The smell of herbs is very strong, and the dregs of the medicine stick to the body and it is uncomfortable. Ling Xiaoxiao soaks it once and refuses to soak it again. However, Wumei still gives them both of them every day. Ling Duoduo uses a pack by himself. The excess was kept.

He had checked the function of this body on the second day, the bones were well-proportioned, and the flexibility of the muscles was also very good. It was indeed a good seedling for martial arts, but the strength of the bones was not enough, coupled with some malnutrition, it was not very good. strong.

However, Wumei's medicinal herbs can make up for his shortcomings in a short period of time. Ling Duoduo also knows some herbal medicine knowledge, and can roughly distinguish the types and quantity ratios of the medicinal materials in the herb bag, and write them down one by one on a piece of paper. .

In fact, the two children of the Ling family did not take a bath once a day like they do now, and the traveling merchants were busy on their way, so even if they took a bath, the two children would throw it into the water together.

Ling Xiaoxiao couldn't help but look at him more, vaguely felt that her brother was a little different, but she was indeed too young to distinguish the nuances, let alone think that her brother's shell had already changed. Lived in another person.

She thought for a while, then wrinkled her nose in distress: "Master told me, my brother is leaving tomorrow, where are you going?"

Ling Xiaoxiao has officially worshiped Wumei as her master, and these days when Ling Duoduo went out to pick herbs, she practiced Buddhism and zazen with her teacher, and the two talked a lot.

Ling Xiaoxiao showed her infinite attachment to her brother in a slightly unfamiliar environment. Every night after washing up and before going to bed, she would repeat to Ling Duoduo what Mrs. Wumei told her.

Ling Duoduo reached into the bathtub to test the temperature of the water, nodded and said: "I will be sent to Shaolin Temple tomorrow, and I will not be able to sleep with you in the future, Xiaoxiao will live with the teacher, and must be obedient. "

After he finished speaking, he turned around and saw that the little girl's eyes were red for a moment, and she was looking at him with her pink mouth pouting. I can see Shaolin monks running by the river where we fetch water, it seems like they are doing morning class, if Xiao Xiao misses his brother, he can go to the river and wait for him at that time, okay?"

Ling Xiaoxiao's personality is docile, coupled with the fact that she has been frightened for the past few days, she looks very weak and cowardly. When she cries, she only dares to shed tears with her mouth shut. Hearing what he said, although she still feels sad, she dare not cry anymore. Hastily lowered his head to wipe away the tears.

Ling Duoduo has been alone for several lifetimes, not to mention children, he has never even found a partner, and he is not very good at coaxing children. Seeing this, he said a few more words of persuasion, and seeing that Ling Xiaoxiao could not stop nodding obediently, he then He didn't continue talking about this topic.

After preparing the bath water, he retreated voluntarily, sat on the small wooden bench placed at the door of the room, and saw a group of monks in yellow robes coming in the night from a distance.

Master Wumei's Plum Blossom Resort is very close to Shaolin Temple. It can be said that it is an alternative subsidiary institution. Master Zhishan respects this senior sister. Whenever there is a major event in Shaolin, he will send his disciples to inform Wumei as soon as possible.

Ling Duoduo squinted his eyes, and saw that the leaders were walking hurriedly and flustered. It was obvious that something serious had happened, so he paid more attention to it.

And Wumei in the next room heard the footsteps of someone coming, so she also came out of the room, glanced at Ling Duoduo who was sitting in the corridor, and took the initiative to go forward and chatted with several monks in a low voice under a plum tree. sentence.

Their voices were extremely low, and the children's facial features were inconvenient. Ling Duoduo looked up at the sky in a daze, and eavesdropped with his ears up. He only heard a few sporadic words and sentences of "disciple", "Wudang" and "Baimei". He couldn't help raising his eyebrows a little.

Mrs. Wumei followed the monks with a very ugly face. Before leaving, she went to the pharmacy and left with a dozen small packages.

Ling Duoduo watched them go away, turned around and touched the prescription, checked the herbs inside, and found that all the agrimony, palm, and cattail he had picked today had been taken away.

These flavors are all medicines to stop bleeding and heal wounds. Ling Duoduo reckoned that Wumei must have taken a lot of the pills she made, and thought about it in her heart. Judging from the appearance, there should be a conflict between Shaolin and Wudang.

He knew nothing about this world, and his only source of information was Ling Xiaoxiao, who relayed what Wu Mei had said, but what he got was only leftovers. The situation of the sect.

There is no rush for these things. When he enters Shaolin in the future, he will sooner or later figure it out. As a four-wearing person who has just started his fourth life, Ling Duoduo feels that what he needs most is patience and time, so he put everything in the pharmacy Returning to the original state, he quietly closed the door and went back.

He made medicinal wine, sent his sister to sleep, and lay on the bed half-closed his eyes to rest and recuperate, and soon heard slight movements from outside.

Wumei possessed superb internal strength and outstanding lightness skills. There was no sound when she walked, but there was still a sound when the door was opened, and the two rooms were next to each other, so she could still feel it when she listened intently.

Ling Duoduo got up and took a look at the timekeeping hourglass that he put on the bedside before going to bed. It was the time when Yinmao handed over, that is, around five o'clock in the morning, and Master Wumei had left for three or four hours. It seems that what Shaolin encountered was quite difficult.

Now he is not qualified to intervene in such a high-level matter, Ling Duoduo sighed in his heart, relaxed his body and lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

Because the next day was the day when he was sent to Shaolin, he didn't sleep for too long, and was soon woken up by Wumei. Ling Duoduo climbed up neatly, and gently rubbed Ling Xiaoxiao who was still asleep. With soft and slightly yellow hair, she followed the teacher out, and there was already a white-robed monk waiting outside.

"The rules of the Shaolin Temple are strict, and the Buddha Heart House where the lay disciples live is under the jurisdiction of the Discipline Institute. The Discipline Institute is in charge of the Zhizhi Junior Brother, who is hard on the outside and soft on the inside, and treats all disciples equally." Wu Mei seemed quite relieved. Before he left , or say one more thing.

Ling Duoduo repeated the four words "hard on the outside and soft on the inside" in his heart, and he already knew it, that is to say, Zhizhi was a man in a tough mask, and he was very strict, clinging to the temple rules.

The Temple of Discipline is the place to maintain the order of the Shaolin Temple and regulate the behavior of the disciples in the 72nd courtyard of Shaolin. It is normal for the managers to have a bad temper and stick to the rules. , standing firmly on the opposite side of the people.

On the way, the monk briefly told him about the roadside regulations of Shaolin Temple, which Wumei had told him before, Ling Duoduo still did not show the slightest impatience, but pretended to listen attentively and memorize, and listened again. over again.

They entered through the side door, and the monk led him to a group of small hairballs of different heights, and then left. Another monk in yellow robes took over the dozen or so children.

In Shaolin Temple, yellow robes are higher than white robes, and now the yellow robe monk who is in charge of them looks like a small steward, but he has a silly and simple taste, and sometimes he squats down and clumsily coaxes them to cry little one.

Ling Duoduo looked around and walked forward: "Brother, who are you?" He felt a little ashamed of his behavior of pretending to be tender, but there was no stiffness in his smile.

"I'm San Chi, I'm your senior brother, and I've learned from the Master of Discipline and Discipline." San Chi was shocked by the sudden conversation.

Ling Duoduo heard the name "Smart", couldn't help but glance at him, and asked emphatically, "Master Smart?"

"Ah, yes, you will know later, my master is very powerful," San Chi lightly touched his head, and said happily, "I am the only two disciples of Master, It's also great."

This person's language skills are very problematic, Ling Duoduo made a definition in his mind, put his fleshy left hand on San Chi's right wrist inadvertently, pinched it slightly, and said something else to distract him Attention: "Brother, can you show us Shaolin Kungfu?"

In his second or third life, Ling Duoduo had already become the leader of a sect, with a total of 30 to [-] disciples, and he also knew very well the techniques and techniques of bone pinching.

After such a small trial, he has already come to the conclusion that the three idiots' talents are very average, and it can be seen from the speech that they are not smart, but their character is good, simple and honest, yet cute.

The state of the apprentice can reflect the master to a large extent. It seems that Master Wumei is right. There is indeed a "soft-hearted" element in Zhizhi's character, and he is not a person who is blindly aggressive, mean and ungrateful.

San Chi was obviously eager to try this proposal, as if he really wanted to show off his fists in front of these children, but before he could react, another monk in yellow robes stood at the door and shouted: "San Chi, hurry up!" Bring them in, and the abbot and elders will be here in a moment."