Shaolin monk

When Miao Cuihua heard the news of Fang De's bankruptcy, she didn't dislike him. Instead, she changed her previous statement that she would not step into the Fang family unless Fang De took her back with a big sedan chair. came back.

Now that the seven-year itch incident has officially come to an end, Fang Shiyu is really relieved, seeing that the relationship between his parents has indeed improved, he packs his bags and sets off for Shaolin with Ling Duoduo.

They set off not a few days later than Sande and his party, and hurried along the way, and joined them at the intersection of Zhejiang and Fujian.

A group of people rushed to Shaolin together, and when they came to Putian Village, Ling Duoduo suggested that he had something to do first, so he temporarily separated from them and went up to Jiulian Mountain alone.

Zhizhi had received his letter long ago, knowing that his apprentice would arrive in Shaolin in a few days, recently he was going to visit the entrance of Shaolin Temple from time to time, and happened to see him walking slowly up the mountain path.

Zhizhi's eyes lit up, and seeing Ling Duoduo lowering his head, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he called out to stop him: "Sanli, come here."

Ling Duoduo raised his eyelids and saw that it was his master, he quickly went up to meet him, clasped his hands together and saluted, "Disciple Sanli has met the master." Seeing that Zhi Zhi seemed to be in a really good mood, he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. I really don't know what to be happy about.

Zhizhi was in a good mood, nodded slowly to him and said: "This time you went down the mountain, your martial arts has improved a lot..." After a slight pause, he asked the most important question as if nothing had happened, "I heard that, When you were in Hangzhou City, did you fight with Baimei?"

This matter is of great importance, Ling Duoduo had already explained the matter in detail in the letter, unexpectedly Zhizhi insisted on asking again.Although he felt strange in his heart, Ling Duoduo replied solemnly: "Reporting to Master, Taoist Baimei came to Wanma Hall in Hangzhou and had many conflicts with his disciples. During the period, he exchanged hands a few times..."

Zhizhi hurriedly asked: "Who wins and who loses?"

Ling Duoduo was even more puzzled. In his letter, he had focused on his fight with Baimei. What's more, if I lost, I would not be able to stand here and talk to you now. This is a weird question.

Although he felt that the IQ balance of the three idiots who hadn't seen intelligence for several months seemed to be equal to the three idiots, he also respectfully replied: "It's probably a tie, but it's all because the white-browed Taoist priest didn't use all his strength, so the disciple was able to save his life. "

"Baimei Daoist was originally similar to the abbot's brother in martial arts, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two, but recently there have been rumors that he has achieved great martial arts, and he must have been invincible in martial arts throughout the world. It is really not easy for you to escape from him. Zhizhi pretended to ponder, and at the end, he did not forget to add, "What do you think?"

A few monks guarding the door let out small exclamations and discussions. Ling Duoduo vaguely understood, and held back a smile and said, "Thank you for your concern, Master. I feel that Taoist Baimei's martial arts are fierce and mighty, and he is indeed a top-notch in the world." master."

"How is it compared to you?" Chih-chih asked nervously, not forgetting to wink at him again and again, signaling that his apprentice must win his face.

Ling Duoduo bent the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "If it comes to a fair contest, the disciple will naturally be inferior, but if the disciple fights for his life, he will not be allowed to live." There is still the ability to hurt both sides.

Several disciples guarding the gate of Shaolin Temple let out a cry of exclamation, and all looked at him with admiration.

Zhizhi's brows twitched triumphantly, and then suppressed it, pretending to be nonchalant and nodding slightly to Ling Duoduo: "That's right, it's worthy of my teacher's careful cultivation of you for more than ten years."

When he said this, he glanced at the Zhike monk who was secretly pointing Ling Duoduobi's thumb at the side, and added: "In the future, I will still need you to support the gate of my Discipline Academy."

Ling Duoduo laughed wildly silently in his heart, suppressed his expression on the face, and said with a dull face: "The disciple will follow the teacher's teaching."

Zhizhi immediately led him to the temple. Ling Duoduo looked at a deserted area, took two quick steps forward and slightly lagged Zhizhi by a shoulder, and asked in a low voice: "Master is in charge of the Discipline Academy, why bother with these lowest Disciples at the first level generally care about it?"

Combining Zhizhi's back and forth reactions, what happened just now couldn't be more obvious. Ling Duoduo wondered how he could intentionally show off in front of this group of knowledgeable monks guarding the gate.

Zhizhi usually attaches great importance to winning or losing the competition between the students of each academy, and also has a strong sense of competitiveness and struggle, but it is the first time that he has shown it so clearly, which is very inconsistent with his usual behavior.

Zhizhi listened to his disciple's inquiry, and said bitterly: "They laughed at the precepts academy five years ago that there is no one, and there are only three or two kittens every day. How can they be compared with other halls? They gossip in private and think that this seat has not heard, Hmph, I just happened to be patrolling the mountain gate, so I can hear it clearly."

Hey, that's the way it is. I let you hear it. I have held grudges in my heart until now. When I get the chance, I want to show off the domineering side of your Discipline Academy disciple?

Ling Duoduo almost laughed out loud, deeply aware of the cuteness of intelligence and temperament, pretending to be dazed and said: "But master, the three generations of disciples in the Discipline Academy originally only had senior brother Sanjie, senior brother Sanchi and three disciples. When the disciples were not on the mountain, there were only three disciples The two senior brothers serve the master, and the Zhike monk said that there are three or two kittens, which is the truth, why is the master angry?"

Asked by him, Wisdom was stunned. He stared ahead in silence for a while, and then slowly argued, "As a teacher... counting as a teacher, isn't there four people?"

Is it so difficult to admit that you have committed anger?Ling Duoduo secretly smiled inwardly, but showed a teachable expression on his face, nodded repeatedly and said: "Master is right, it's those monks who know guests who can't even count."

For a while, Zhizhi couldn't tell whether he was sincere or false when he said this, and then guessed that Ling Duoduo's expression couldn't tell that he was deliberately mocking himself, and felt that he was not bright, but he could only let the topic go. In the past: "Don't talk about this, the abbot brother explained that if you go back to the mountain, you have to go to his meditation room to report the matter immediately, and you go there."

"Yes, master." Ling Duoduo felt quite refreshed after teasing Zhizhi, thinking that if he continued talking, it would be impossible to guarantee that Zhizhi would not turn his face out of shame, so he also cooperated with him to change the subject, "The disciple also has something to ask the abbot. Bo reports."

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When Ling Duoduo came to the door of the abbot's meditation room, he saw Zhishan sitting cross-legged on the futon, closing his eyes as if thinking about something, and didn't answer him immediately.

When Ling Duoduo walked over, he deliberately stepped on his feet. Zhishan must have known that someone was coming, and there must be a reason for his refusal to open his eyes. Anyway, he was not in a hurry, and it didn't matter if he waited a little longer, so he was not in a hurry to knock on the door to disturb him.

After about a stick of incense, Zhishan opened his eyes, looked at him and said with a smile: "It turns out that Sanli has returned, come, sit next to Lao Na."

Ling Duoduo came to sit down on a small futon next to him, lowered his head and said: "The disciple stayed in Hangzhou for a long time, and returned to the mountain late, so I ask my uncle to punish me."

"It's okay, Junior Brother Zhizhi has shown the letter you sent back to me. You have gone through many hardships and dangers this time, and I am very happy to be able to return to the mountain safely." Zhishan didn't take it seriously, He asked, "Have you fought Brother Baimei?"

Sure enough, everyone is most concerned about this issue, Ling Duoduo nodded and said: "Uncle Baimei, Taoist Baimei has indeed practiced Hunyuan Boy Kung Fu to a great degree, and he has a deep hatred for Shaolin. Being rejected, it has been clearly stated that Shaolin will be the art of war, and Jiulian Mountain will be flattened."

Bai Mei wanted to accept Ling Duoduo as his apprentice, and she also explained in detail in the letter. Zhishan knew it well, and couldn't help sighing: "The rift between senior brother and me in Shaolin is already very serious, and it can be said that it is not enough to resolve it." It's possible—Lao Na and Senior Sister Wumei have always handled their relationship with Wudang carefully, but it's a pity that God's will cannot be changed, and there will still be a battle in the end."

Seeing that his expression was extremely sad and sorrowful while he was speaking, Ling Duoduo comforted him and said: "Uncle, you don't have to be so sad. You need to know that you can't be blessed if you lose your horse. After this battle, Shaolin can be reborn as a phoenix and reborn from the ashes."

This is what they have discussed long ago, if Wudang does not come to Shaolin to provoke troubles, it will be fine, if it does come, it will be just for Shaolin to perform a good show of escaping the golden cicada, and take the opportunity to rebuild the foundation, so as not to arouse the fear of the court.

Zhishan understood that what he said was the truth, Wudang's attack would be a good thing for Shaolin in the long run and not a bad thing for Shaolin, but he still couldn't help but feel sad, and said in a deep voice: "A hundred years of Shaolin will be destroyed because of us, what about the old man?" Can you feel at ease?"

"This is forced by the current situation, and cannot be changed without manpower. The abbot's move has preserved the incense of Shaolin, and it has great merits for Shaolin and even the entire martial arts." Ling Duoduo persuaded a few words, seeing that Zhishan's expression eased, Fang said , "I think that Baimei will go back to Jiulian Mountain in a few days. If the master feels that the time has come, the disciple will escort several elders and brothers and sisters down the mountain."

This is a serious matter, Zhishan didn't care about being sad for a while, he pondered for a long time before slowly saying: "You might as well send your Master Zhihui and Master Zhi down the mountain first, the old monk will call his disciples tomorrow and send them away."

Both Zhihui and Zhida are elders who don't know martial arts, it's right to send them away first, Ling Duoduo frowned and said: "Master, I don't know if I should say something or not?"