Shaolin monk

After ordering the follow-up schedules, Ling Duoduo did not forget to make the final mobilization, "Master Abbot has already sacrificed for us, everyone must not be impulsive, the hope of Shaolin lies in you, and we will rely on you to restore Shaolin in the future , to fulfill the last wish of Master Abbot."

Zhi Zhi patted him heavily on the shoulder, "It's relatively easy for us to leave, but you guys have to lurk nearby for a while before you can leave. I'm afraid you will take more risks than us."

"It doesn't matter. I was injured by Baimei before, and it was because I wanted to rescue Shiyu that I delayed the best time to escape. Otherwise, I would not be completely powerless to fight back when I met Baimei." Ling Duoduo comforted.

He and Baimei don't have the ability to fight head-on, but they can win by coincidence. If it weren't for the fact that he was going to rescue Fang Shiyu at that time, he couldn't dodge Baimei's attacking palm with all his strength. It's still a number of five or five.

Zhizhi knew that most of his words were comforting words, but after thinking about it, he didn't know what to say, and now he can only take one step at a time.

Ling Duoduo urged: "Master, it's better to take people away quickly, lest Baimei come down from Wudang Mountain, I'm afraid he will organize his disciples to search the mountain, and then he will be unable to leave even if he wants to."

"Then take care of yourself." After Zhizhi said, he turned around and greeted the Shaolin disciples, asking them to form a formation of eighteen bronze figures, in case they were spotted and attacked by Wudang disciples on the way.

The two groups left separately, Ling Duoduo stood in place and watched Hong Xiguan leave with Fang Shiyu on his back, and finally sighed after a long time: "After leaving like this, I don't know when we will see each other again."

He has gone through four lives, and he has experienced similar situations of life and death many times, but this time is unusual, Ling Duoduo has the feelings for Shiyu in his heart, and his mood is completely different from before.

Tong Qianjin stood behind him, watched the group of people leave with him, and said sadly: "Even the uncle has gone, can we really save the fire?"

"It's definitely possible. The scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple still exist. Our life and death are still uncertain, but at least most of the people who left with the master can survive. With them, I believe that Shaolin's Zen and martial arts spirit can survive. Get reserved." Ling Duoduo replied in a deep voice.

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at the six helpless Shaolin disciples beside him, and said loudly: "The most important thing for a sect to be passed on is to inherit and carry forward the spirit of the sect. To transport it out, it still depends on the brothers and monks to work side by side, and we must not disappoint the ardent expectations and earnest teachings of the abbot and senior uncle."

Fang Shiyu was seriously injured and taken away. Ling Duoduo was upset, but he couldn't show it at this time. This group of people regarded him as the backbone, and only when he was stable could these people be stable.

When people are most anxious and helpless, setting a lofty and great goal can give people unlimited hope. After Ling Duoduo said something, the faces of these people really eased a lot, and each of them showed a look of determination.

Ling Duoduo closed his eyes, turned his head to look up the mountain, and said softly: "Leave this place for now, I still have some things to clean up."

Tong Qianjin was quite surprised when he heard it, and followed his gaze to the mountain road, and saw nearly a hundred Wudang disciples walking down the mountain from the foot of the mountain surrounded by white eyebrows.

He couldn't help but his face changed drastically, and he asked in a low voice, "How did he find this way?"

"So many Lin disciples have fled to this temple to take refuge. Although they just pass by Putian Village on the way, it is difficult to guarantee that they will be seen by interested people." find here.

In fact, to transport the scriptures, it is enough for three or two people to urge the hired carriage drivers to go forward. It is not necessary to use seven or eight people at all. Ling Duoduo wants them to stay, and more is actually hoping to use this group of people to attract Baimei. Pay attention, and make time for the large troop to transfer smoothly.

This is what he has always advocated, exchanging the smallest sacrifice for the greatest benefit. In other words, among the seven people, only Ling Duoduo may survive by relying on his good martial arts, and most of the others will die under Baimei's hands. of.

Ling Duoduo had no intention of hiding it, Zhi Zhi and several elders also saw his plan, but still chose the disciples with the strongest martial arts in each academy to stay, and also wanted to contribute to Shaolin.

Everything in the world can never be perfect. If you want to save the lives of most people, someone must make a sacrifice. Although Ling Duoduo issued this kind of unkind order, he rushed to the front line and was the first to show that I will definitely stay as a bait, and the elders are very understanding and admired, and they are not dissatisfied.

Tong Qianjin nodded heavily, and said: "Then I will take the people and leave first, and you will run away if you have the chance!" After saying that, he had no time to take care of other things, and took the best of the other five Shaolin disciples, and picked one who was like Zhizhi and others. Different trails run away when leaving.

He also had such a realization that he would rather all eight people die at the foot of Jiulian Mountain than expose the whereabouts of Zhi Zhi and others. Some sacrifices are inevitable when necessary.

Bai Mei had already reached the halfway up the mountain at this time, and waved his hand to signal a group of disciples to chase after these people. He leisurely got off the sedan chair, carried his lightness kung fu to the open space in front of Ling Duoduo, and said with a smile: "Shaolin Pai are nothing more than a group of turtles with shrinking heads, and in such a sect, you can only run around like a lost dog."

Ling Duoduo saw that his right eyebrow had gone a long way, and he looked really weird, but it was inappropriate to raise his eyebrows at this time to irritate Bai Mei, because he said: "The Taoist priest is really joking, it is a young monk who can serve Shaolin like a dog and a horse." It is an honor for Daoist Master, if Wudang Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren knows that his descendants will one day become the lackeys of the imperial court, I am afraid that it will be difficult to rest in peace under the nine springs."

Bai Mei's smile froze when he heard this, and he stared at him for a while before saying: "In this way, I have underestimated you, unexpectedly you can guess the relationship between me and the imperial court."

His words directly admitted Ling Duoduo's conjecture. Ling Duoduo sighed: "Bai Mei, you were born in Shaolin, but you don't care about your friendship at all. Not only did you burn down Shaolin Temple, but you also killed Master Zhishan. This kind of bullying The behavior of Master Miezu is simply outrageous."

This kind of righteous and righteous words are not suitable to say at this juncture. Besides, when Ling Duoduo faced him, he was mostly sneering and sarcastic, with a hidden knife in his smile. : "What identity are you using to talk to me now?"

Ling Duoduo said solemnly: "The new abbot of Shaolin Temple."

Baimei smiled coldly and replied: "What has Shaolin given me for so many years? I am Zhishan's senior brother, but the master's kung fu is only passed on to Zhishan, Wumei and Miao Xian. Shaolin has neither gracious nor Ruthless, do you think that your kung fu is the best in the world? But I just want to prove to the world that Shaolin martial arts are nothing more than that!"

These words have been held back in his heart for more than ten years. Bai Mei didn't want to tell Zhishan, nor did he want to say it to Ling Duoduo. The person he really wanted to reprimand was Zen Master Xingyin, the former abbot of Shaolin. It's a pity that Zen Master Xingyin As early as when he, Li Bashan, and Feng Daode had defected from Shaolin, they had disappeared. Baimei felt depressed and could only have a fit or two against Ling Duoduo.

After Bai Mei finished speaking, he didn't mind Ling Duoduo's silence, instead he stretched out his hand triumphantly and pointed at Jiulian Mountain: "Shaolin Temple has been the head of the martial arts for hundreds of years, and it is a great school, but in the end it will still be destroyed by my hands! All these Shaolin disciples will die without regret!"

Ling Duoduo reminded: "Master Daoist, please don't forget that the Kungfu you relied on to kill my Master Zhishan and burn Shaolin is also Shaolin's Hunyuan Boy Kung Fu. It is Shaolin who defeated Shaolin, not you. "

These words can be said to hit the sore spot of Baimei, his eyebrows trembled for a while, and he said coldly: "That is also the Hunyuan Boy Kungfu I practiced, it is my martial art, not Shaolin's!"

Ling Duoduo smiled and said: "The Taoist priest is really eloquent—that's true, anyway, the Shaolin Temple has been destroyed, and the Taoist priest can completely treat the Hunyuan Boy Kung Fu as the unique knowledge of the Wudang School and carry it forward, so as to save the world from poking Taoism." Chang's spine pointed and pointed, saying that Chang deceived the master and killed the ancestors, and hated Zen Master Xingyin in every possible way, but relied on the good kung fu he learned from Zen Master Xingyin."

Bai Mei deeply felt that his words were really vicious, and he didn't know how to refute them for a while, and his heart was aroused three points, so he didn't bother to talk, and said sharply: "Since you want to Go to Huangquan to find Zhishan, then I will fulfill you!"

"My uncle eats vegetarian food, recites Buddhism, and is kind to others. Naturally, he will go to the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss forever. It's a pity that even if I kill you to avenge my uncle, you will still be in hell in the future. There is no way to kneel in front of him to plead guilty. "Seeing him attacking, Ling Duoduo was not afraid, and walked forward to meet him.

He faced Bai Mei with a hard palm yesterday and suffered some minor internal injuries, but the "Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu" he had practiced since childhood was inscrutable, and after a few breath adjustments, he was no longer seriously injured.

At this time, if Baimei's force value is [-], Ling Duoduo's strength is [-], as long as it is not a head-on collision, he will not be at a disadvantage in a short time.

The two fought together in a flash, Ling Duoduo didn't feel it was too difficult, five of the ten moves were offensive, and it might have something to do with Bai Mei not doing his best.

About two sticks of incense time passed, Ling Duoduo caught sight of the group of Wudang disciples who had gone after Tong Qianjin and the others returning, and it looked like they had returned in vain. He fell to the ground.

The red string connecting the beads couldn't withstand such an impact, and broke in two immediately, and the round beads rolled all over the ground.Ling Duoduo had been prepared for a long time, and he stepped on his feet firmly and did not move.

Bai Mei, on the other hand, was kicking him in the air, but when he landed, he didn't step firmly on the ground and almost fell down. He waved his arms a few times in the air to stabilize his figure.

Ling Duoduo took the opportunity to jump down from the hillside, lightly stepped on several exposed rocks, and went down the mountain.He practiced Wudang's Ti Yun Zong Qinggong for a long time, which had already been lost at this time.

Bai Mei didn't practice Tiyun Zong, so he didn't expect that Ling Duoduo would be fine on the flat road, but when he was going up and down the mountain, he could run faster than a rabbit.

Although he was unwilling, he could only let it go and said angrily: "You wait for me, I will kill you sooner or later!"

He actually didn't want to kill Ling Duoduo. It's not so easy to find such a good student. Bai Mei always felt that his charisma as a master should be far greater than his kindness and intelligence. of.

Bai Mei's original plan was to capture Ling Duoduo alive, and first lock him up on Wudang Mountain. Firstly, if he might be given a little bit of trouble, he should be sensible and obediently submit. Secondly, he happened to use Ling Duoduo as an introduction to force Fang Shiyu and others People had to go to Wudang Mountain.

Unexpectedly, when it was time to fight, Bai Mei clearly felt that Ling Duoduo was not an idler, and that the opponent's force value was incomparable to him, but when the two really fought, Bai Mei could not easily win.

It was really hard for Bai Mei to believe that such a situation was caused by the huge gap in the actual experience of fighting the enemy between himself and Ling Duoduo. He could only attribute this to Ling Duoduo's natural fighting instinct.

This is also where Baimei values ​​Ling Duoduo the most. Martial arts can be accumulated slowly over time, but some things cannot be made up with time. Talent is really important in the process of learning martial arts.

For the vast majority of idiots, as some people say, it means that God does not reward that meal, and Bai Mei doesn't bother to waste time on such idiots.

Having lived to such an advanced age, I have found such a student candidate who is very suitable for my appetite. He is still the abbot of Shaolin who is optimistic about his arch-rival Zhishan. He killed Zhishan himself. He has officially succeeded him as the abbot of Shaolin. , then this task is not so easy.

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Ling Duoduo went all the way down the mountain, followed the markings along the way, and met Tong Qianjin and others in the next town. They avoided the Wudang disciples who searched everywhere along the way, and came to the next province where Ling Duoduo placed the Buddhist scriptures half a year ago. The place where the library collects books.

At least Ling Duoduo sent him here to take refuge one step earlier, not only to let him avoid the limelight, but also to let him monitor these ancient books nearby, so as not to be discovered in advance that there are really precious ancient books hidden here.

Zhi Da shrunk in the inn under Ling Duoduo, and he seldom walked out. Although he had changed into regular clothes and a wig, after all, he had been a monk for decades, and his speech and behavior could easily be seen by others. of.

Zhida knew that he had to keep it secret, not to let people know that there was a Shaolin monk coming again, which might make him suspicious of going to this small town, so he simply closed the door.

A few days ago, he heard the news that Shaolin Temple was burnt clean by Wudang head teacher Baimei, he was flustered and dared not go out even more, although he was anxious, he could only wait patiently.

Finally, Zhida heard the banging of the door in the middle of the night, which was exactly the long and short knocks that he had discussed with Ling Duoduo long ago.

Zhida breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Ling Duoduo would lose the ability to talk to him directly at this time, and someone knocking on the door would show that the situation was not too bad.

He opened the door of the inn and looked outside, and it was indeed Ling Duoduo who came—behind Ling Duoduo, there were Tong Qianjin and other three familiar Shaolin disciples.

"My Buddha is merciful, you are finally here!" Zhida first opened the door and led them into the house, and then asked anxiously, "I heard the news in a trance that the Shaolin Temple was burned down by Baimei. , is there such a thing?"

In fact, Zhida knew it well, the news spread to this remote town, and it was probably true, but such a big bad news, if he didn't hear it with his own ears, he always felt a little lucky in his heart, and he would rather deceive himself and others to tell the truth. I am spreading false rumors, and the rumors in the rivers and lakes cannot be fully believed.

Ling Duoduo sighed, nodded and said: "Not only Shaolin Temple was burned, but Master Zhishan was also murdered by white eyebrows... The few of us were chased and killed many times along the way, and only three lives were lost. Soldiers come here."

Zhi was shocked and paled, he had prepared himself psychologically for the Shaolin Temple to be burned, but he didn't expect that even Zhishan would go there.

He moved his lips, remained silent for a long while but did not ask too much question after all, just sighed "Amitabha", forced himself to cheer up and said: "Then you guys rest for the night, tomorrow we will get up early in the morning and hurry."

Ling Duoduo shook his head and said: "Three days ago, we almost ran into a team of officers and soldiers who came to search. This time, it is not only Wudang who came to trouble Shaolin, but also the imperial court standing behind Wudang. The enemy is strong and we are weak. It's better to be careful in everything."

Tong Qianjin nodded in agreement: "Junior Brother Sanli is right, I have already traveled for such a long time anyway, and I don't care about staying up all night, the minions of the imperial court are about to search the surrounding area, so hurry up leave."

Zhida saw that the two of them were in the same mind, and then looked at the remaining Shaolin disciples standing behind Ling Duoduo, and seeing that everyone had no objection, he nodded and said, "That's fine, it's a bit more secure to travel in the dark, but You have to work hard."

"It's time to pay more attention, Master, have you packed everything?" Ling Duoduo asked.Zhi Da replied without the slightest hesitation: "It's already been packed. I took advantage of this time to meet a few coachmen, all of whom are from this town and have no contact with the outside world. The matter of transporting scriptures is even more troublesome." them."

Asking Zhida to come here earlier is also to hope that he can take care of all the matters. Ling Duoduo asked a few words about the situation of those coachmen, and felt that they were all trustworthy people. Called one by one."

Zhida agreed, and told them to sit and drink some water to rest their feet, and then went out to call for someone. After touching a stick of incense, they gathered six coachmen and drove the carriages to the entrance of the inn one by one.

Ling Duoduo and Tong Qianjin helped carry the scriptures stacked on the second floor to the carriage. There were so many scriptures upstairs, and several people worked together, and it took half an hour to complete the transportation.

Tong Qianjin was born with great strength, but he was also sweating from the work just now. He fumbled with his clothes, looked at the six carts full of books, and said with emotion: "Recovering Shaolin depends on them all!"

"No, books are just dead things, and talents are the basic point. What we really need to count on for the restoration of Shaolin is you. The blood in your hearts is not extinguished, and the Shaolin spirit will last forever." Ling Duoduo seized the opportunity and made a mobilization.

He could see that after nearly a month of being hunted down, companions died one after another, but the enemy seemed unable to kill them no matter how hard they tried, the mood of the group was extremely depressed.

Tong Qianjin cheered up slightly, nodded solemnly and said: "You are right, it is exactly like this, we should cheer up, kill Baimei as soon as possible, and avenge Master Abbot and Shaolin Temple!"

Look, even the Shaolin disciples keep talking about hatred, and they never forget to take revenge. It can be seen that the so-called "when is it time to repay the injustice?" What about letting go?

He was rather surprised by the change in the attitudes of Li Xiaohuan and Li Bashan's father and daughter. He did not see Li Xiaohuan during the burning of the Shaolin Temple, and he was hunted down by Wudang people several times afterwards, but he did not see any trace of Li Bashan. What happened to the two of them?

These thoughts just flashed in his mind, Ling Duoduo blinked and agreed: "You are right, we will definitely not make Bai Mei feel better."

Looking back now and thinking about the situation at that time, Ling Duoduo was extremely thankful that he had sent Ling Xiaoxiao away earlier, otherwise it is really uncertain what would have happened.

He is not a cruel and ruthless person like Baimei, who can ignore the lives of relatives and friends. If Ling Xiaoxiao is captured by Feng Daode and other people with ulterior motives and used him as a threat, then he will definitely be in chaos.

Ling Duoduo is still very confident in defeating Baimei. With his martial arts cultivation, it will not be very difficult to defeat Baimei after another three to five years of practice. What's more, he is also tied to the absolute protagonist of this world, Fang Shiyu's children's shoes , Follow the protagonist, never have to worry about not having meat to eat.

From the previous fights between Fang Shiyu and Baimei, it can be seen that although the difference in force between the two is extremely large, Fang Shiyu can escape from the inevitable situation every time. If it were someone else, he would probably have been slapped by Baimei Shoot dead.

The existence of Fang Shiyu is also a big trump card that makes Ling Duoduo confident to kill Baimei this year. It has never been heard that the protagonist will find a cat in the corner after the death of his relatives for ten or eight years. Only then can you come to the door to seek revenge and enjoy the rivers and lakes.

——Not to mention that the gap between Fang Shiyu and Baimei's martial arts at this time cannot be equalized in ten or eight years—of course, if Fang Shiyu has the patience to wait another 20 years, he doesn't have to practice martial arts hard to get revenge, and the light consumption will be enough. Baimei was exhausted to death.

Ling Duoduo speculated from this that in less than half a year, Fang Shiyu will definitely have an adventure, and his martial arts will definitely advance by leaps and bounds, reaching the height of fighting Baimei.

The protagonist has such an innate advantage. Ten years of hard work by others is not as good as being taught martial arts by an expert while walking.

Ling Duoduo sees this very openly. He understands very well that there are some things that one cannot envy. He practices diligently. Although he does not have the glittering adventures of the protagonists, every step he takes is incomparably solid and radiant.

After carrying the books, several people divided their tasks. Each of them took care of a carriage. Ling Duoduo walked at the end and was in charge of the two carriages. He had to pay attention to whether there were any pursuers behind. .

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After more than a month, Ling Duoduo came to the small valley where he had agreed to meet Zhi Zhi and the others.

There are mostly hills and low mountains here, and the terrain is complicated. Even if the tentacles of Wudang disciples really extended to this side, it would be difficult to search all the valleys one by one, and it would be very convenient for Shaolin disciples to escape in time.

Ling Duoduo was leaning his back against the wall of the carriage and staring at the path behind him to watch out for someone following him, when he heard Tong Qianjin in the carriage in front say: "Junior Brother Sanli, look ahead, isn't that Shiyu?"

Ling Duoduo cheered up, and immediately looked over, and sure enough, he saw Fang Shiyu squatting on the big millstone at the entrance of the village, in a daze.

The timing of Ling Duoduo's arrival was a bit unlucky, it happened to be early in the morning, so Fang Shiyu, a big slob, should have been lying on the bed, grabbing the quilt and sleeping in the dark, unexpectedly, they would be waiting for him at the entrance of the village.

Ling Duoduo hurriedly jumped off the carriage, used his lightness skills to meet Fang Shiyu, passed several carriages in the middle, and met Fang Shiyu.

He went forward full of joy, saw Fang Shiyu's appearance clearly but couldn't help frowning, and said with a little reproach: "It's only been a few months since we saw each other, how did you make yourself like this?"

Fang Shiyu's face was blue, his lips were gray, and there were two very obvious big bags under his eyes, and he looked extremely haggard.

Ling Duoduo was worried that he didn't take good care of himself. Thinking about the scene before the two parted, he asked with concern: "What's going on, but the internal injury caused by Baimei can't be healed?"

It shouldn't be, although Bai Mei's palm on Fang Shiyu was sharp at that time, it has been almost three months now, and with the level of Mrs. Wumei, most of them should have been cured. How could Fang Shiyu be so emaciated like this? appearance?

Fang Shiyu couldn't help sniffling, and when he came close, he stopped abruptly and stared at him for a long time, making sure that Ling Duoduo was standing in front of him alive and well, just now he breathed a sigh of relief, and moved forward Rolling on the ground, he hugged his thigh tightly and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Big wet!"

Ling Duoduo hadn't heard this address for a long time, and he was in a trance for a moment, and then he came back to his senses, looked at him and smiled: "I just met you for such a big gift, and I can't afford it."

Fang Shiyu wailed and said: "When I woke up, Master Abbot was gone, and you were gone too—bai bah, your disappearance and Master Abbot's disappearance don't mean the same thing—you know how much I have been in the past three months. , How worried are you?"

Looking down from above, Fang Shiyu's cheeks are sunken, and he has completely lost the round bun face before. Helped him up: "Then you shouldn't be like this, could it be that the blue sky met a ghost?"

This was just a joke, but Fang Shiyu typed it out with a very violent shiver, his lips trembled for a long while, but he couldn't speak.

This look really seemed to be bewitched by an evil spirit. Ling Duoduo felt that something was wrong, so he quickly put aside his joking thoughts, and pulled him to look carefully: "What's wrong with you, is it because you were entangled by something unclean, scared you?" Is it like this?"

Faced with this question, Fang Shiyu opened his mouth hesitantly, looked around, and saw that there were no outsiders around, so he took off the wig on his head, stared at his bald head very kindly, He sighed and said, "Without you standing in front of me to ward off evil spirits, even though I didn't run into Baimei's pursuit, it was really worse than being hunted down - I was stalked by an old ghost. up!"

Tong Qianjin came over just to hear this sentence, frowned and said, "Shiyu, what are you talking about? Believe in these crooked ways?"

Fang Shiyu waved his hand, and said seriously: "I'm not talking nonsense, let alone joking again—forget it, let's not talk about this for now, Da Shi, follow me in quickly, and put Xiguan, Wing Chun, and Smart Master Uncle Everyone is arguing, if they hear the news that you...you have returned safely, they will be so happy!"

Ling Duoduo could see that he had something to say to him, but he was too embarrassed to speak in front of Tong Qianjin and others, so he didn't ask any more questions, nodded and said: "Well, call Master and the others quickly, and why don't you talk to me?" I want to classify and put all these scriptures and scriptures back together.”