Looking back

In such silence, I suddenly heard people's voices roaring in the Bodhidharma courtyard, and the sound of bells and drums.

The two little monks who were taking care of candlelight and tea for him suddenly became uneasy, and went to the door to look around, Yang Kang was startled, remembering what Toutuo said before, I don't know what his plan is to cause such a big commotion?I heard the continuous sound of the bell, and the flames were blazing everywhere, and there were lanterns and torches everywhere, and someone in the middle shouted, "Don't let that traitor get away!"

The two young novice monks also panicked, "Almsgiver, it's inconvenient in the temple, please wait here, please be patient." After that, one left in a hurry to ask about the situation, while the other stayed here, also waiting at the door.Although Yang Kang didn't know what happened, but seeing the opportunity, he stood up pretending to be curious, and put the brocade box containing the Langa Sutra of Bodhidharma behind him.

He flicked his sleeves behind him, the brocade box was not locked at all, only a wooden latch was placed across it, and it was easy to open.He took out the four ancient books inside, rolled them up slowly and put them in his sleeves, and then put in the other scriptures that he picked up casually in his sleeves.

Those few thin booklets were tucked into his sleeves, and he was still in a daze for a while, so he got them?Seeing that the little novice didn't pay attention to him, presumably as long as he didn't go up to the second floor to get his hands on martial arts secret books, he wouldn't be vigilant, so Yang Kang went back to the desk where he had copied the scriptures just now, took out the paper box, and saw a thick book inside. Bundles of new paper ready for copying.

After untying the rope and removing the top layers, you can see that the middle tissue paper has been cut into a square vacancy in the center, leaving only a circle around the four sides. The bottom layers are still intact, so you can see it from the outside. Look at just an ordinary stack of papers.Yang Kang put the four volumes of the Lenga Sutra into the gap, and the size was just right, and then put the few complete sheets of paper back on top, and tied them with rope again.

As soon as the stolen goods were collected, they heard chaotic footsteps in the courtyard, and then dozens of monks rushed in with lights on, searching the pavilion for a while.After the search failed, one of the leading monks shouted, "If it's not possible, the traitor will come back here to attack the secret book. All the disciples of the Arhat Hall are here to guard, and he must not be allowed to take advantage of it!"

The monk issued an order, and in a blink of an eye, dozens of monks entered the pavilion, and placed the lanterns in their hands on the wooden frame, reflecting the room as bright as day, there were about ten people left on the first floor, and the rest rushed to the second floor. Obviously, what the monks are more concerned about is the martial arts cheats on the second floor.

A middle-aged monk put his palms together and said to Yang Kang, "Although the abbot asked you to stay, there is an important event in the temple at the moment, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time. It is dark and the road is slippery, so I can only force the benefactor to go out at night. The poor monk will send someone to see you off." You go down."

After finishing speaking, he sent two Zhike monks to help him clean up the sundries, and two senior monks followed behind to protect him. When he left the house, he found more people holding wooden sticks outside the pavilion. layer guard.The two Zhike monks led Yang Kang out of the temple all the way, and saw that there was a strict security everywhere, and when they left the temple gate, they saw people patrolling around on the mountain road, two or three people in a team, judging from their footwork and stature, they all had high martial arts skills monks.

Yang Kang then asked, "May I ask the masters, what happened?" A monk clasped his hands together and said, "This is an internal matter of my Shaolin. I hope the benefactor will not ask too many questions, and he will not talk too much in the future."

Seeing this, Yang Kang had no choice but to put away his curiosity, as long as no one suspects the Nine Suns Mantra hidden in his luggage, that would be fine. The few people hurried on their way in silence, but when they reached the middle of the mountain, they suddenly heard the big bell in the temple saying "When... When...when...when..." rang four times, the thick and desolate bell echoed in the mountains, the reverberation echoed endlessly, adding a bit of sadness.

A young novice sobbed, "Master Patriarch of Suffering Wisdom..." He was immediately stopped by the senior monk, "Life and death are the same, life is empty, and death is empty, why are you so sad?"

The so-called gods, three ghosts and four, four down is for mourning, and Chan Master Kuzhi is the head of the Bodhidharma hall, and is also one of the two eminent monks who went down the mountain at the invitation of Abbot Kucheng to treat illnesses with Hua Zheng.Bodhidharma specializes in various martial arts in the temple, and is naturally a master at distinguishing internal injuries caused by various martial arts. The old Kuzhi Chan Master is proficient in martial arts, otherwise he would not be the first one in charge of Damo Motang, but at whose hands did he die?He recalled that Toutuo's unequivocal prediction that tonight was unusual, and all the monks called them traitors and traitors, and then he said that this was an internal matter of Shaolin, could it really be that fireworker Toutuo?Yang Kang believed [-]% in his heart, but was [-]% doubtful, how could Toutuo kill Kuzhi even though he was a genius?

When the group went down the mountain, several monks hurriedly said their goodbyes and left. The curfew in the city was quite early, so every time Yang Kang went down the mountain, he climbed over the wall and entered the hospital before returning to the inn.Today was the first time he returned to the city so late, but he saw that the city was different from the past, the night market was brightly lit, there were many tourists, and the restaurants were full of laughter and laughter, and they exchanged glasses.Since the Song Dynasty, the Mid-Autumn Festival has been a sleepless night without a curfew. As long as the night is fine, people will rush to occupy the building to enjoy the moon, feasting and feasting. Quite a lively scene.

Back at the inn, I saw a simple stage set up in the courtyard, and the hastily decorated decorations were quite gorgeous. Around the stage were a few tables and chairs. The tables were filled with tea and fruit cakes. Most of the people sitting around brought For the children at home, there was another troupe of actors playing, playing, singing, and making jokes, which caused the people in the courtyard to burst into applause from time to time.

Yang Kang bypassed the crowd and went into the inn building. Seeing that there were still lights in Huazheng's room, he opened the door and went in.After entering, I saw a piece of wax lit on the table, crackling and flickering, Huazheng half-prostrated on the couch, as if in a slumber.

He came in and relaxed his hands and feet, but Hua Zheng immediately looked up at him, obviously not asleep.Yang Kang asked, "Are you worried?" She rubbed her eyes, "I have been sleeping before. Today seems to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is a lot of noise everywhere. Can't you stop and watch the moon?"

Yang Kang laughed and said, "The ancients celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival without being elegant at all. How can everyone be Li Bai and Su Shi, who are sentimental about moon poetry and lyrics." Hua Zheng laughed, "I asked Xiao Er to buy some moon cakes, Still on the table."

He looked back and saw that the mooncakes were not all round at this time, they were in the shape of water chestnuts, plum blossoms, round and round, and they looked good when stacked on a plate, so he smiled and said, "I'll eat it later." He lowered his voice and said, "I got Jiuyang."

Huazheng blinked, "Soymilk machine?" Yang Kang raised his forehead and said, "I want to buy it tomorrow morning, don't interrupt. Why are you not excited at all, please save face."

"You get it as soon as you get it, you are really not calm." Seeing Hua Zheng humiliating him, Yang Kang smiled and said, "Okay, you are calm emperor, I will practice by myself, even if you beg me, I won't show it to you." Gui said that he had already opened the bamboo box, took out the stack of papers, and was laying it on the bed to untie it when he heard someone coming from the door.

He immediately became alert, only listening to the sound of footsteps, this person possesses martial arts.So the two hid the Nine Suns Scripture behind the bed curtain, and the owner who heard the footsteps stayed at the door for a while, and pushed the door open without knocking.

Huazheng squinted at Yang Kang, "I don't know how to lock the door." Yang Kang teased, "I don't want to scare you if you don't lock the door." He turned around and faced the visitor.

There was only candlelight in the room, but it was not as bright as the moonlight. I saw a tall person wearing monk shoes and robes, standing upright in front of the window like an iron tower. His face was dark and unclear, but he didn't know whether it was because of a bad expression or just because of Standing against the light.

Hua Zheng only thought that the loss of the Lenga Sutra was exposed, and grabbed his sleeves behind him, but Yang Kang knew who was coming, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here? Now the entire Shaolin Temple is looking for you to go back and accept the crime." , are you not afraid that I will report you?"

That Tutuo said coldly, "So what if I report it, since I can get out of the temple, I won't be arrested again."

Yang Kang recalled that he was surrounded and beaten before, and couldn't help sighing, "You are so skilled in martial arts, you can leave whenever you want, why did you beat Master Kuzhi to death?" It’s the day when the disciples of He Temple take their martial arts exams. I’m obviously better than those idiots, so why can’t I take part in the competition? Just because I didn’t recognize a master who was formally ordained and given a dharma name, I have to do rough work for the rest of my life? When the monk saw that I had defeated all his disciples, he was upset. He wanted my life, and he deserved it if he slapped him back with a slap of his hand. He also deserved his braids. Also, the few trash who beat me back then were all killed by my slap of the palm. Oh, those who begged their parents to tell their mothers before they died are really a bunch of useless things."

Yang Kang was taken aback when he heard this, he didn't believe that an eminent monk would be so narrow-minded, even if he really felt angry, a master of martial arts would not kill an unknown junior and lose his status in vain.And even though this Toutuo is extremely talented and his martial arts are outstanding, but no one teaches him to practice blindly, but he is still far behind the high-ranking monks in Shaolin.Zen Master Kuzhi may have died because of his own soft heart and the opponent's insidiousness, but this reasoning does not make sense to a person who is full of revenge. Yang Kang thought to himself, he may have other meanings when he said this, to show off, or to intimidate... …

So he asked in a deep voice, "Then what are you doing here again?"

That Toutuo put his palms together and said, "Of course I came to thank you, the benefactor."

Yang Kang said, "That day you said that I was the one who talked too much, and I wouldn't be grateful for the pictures."

Toutuo laughed loudly, "It's just a young stupid thing, I have to thank the benefactor. The first thank you, thank you for your help back then, let the abbot send me to the Tibetan scripture pavilion, the second thank you, thank you for letting me Hearing your conversation, I found out that there are martial arts secrets in Lao Bodhidharma's Buddhist scriptures..."

Yang Kang heard that there was no feeling of gratitude in his voice, but he was full of pride in picking up a bargain. He and Hua Zheng were discussing the Nine Suns Scripture in the forest that day, and this Toutuo appeared beside him. He did not expect to be heard by him. After going there, he found the Nine Suns Manual by following the vines, and his intelligence is indeed extraordinary.

I just heard him continue, "Third thank you, thank you for helping me bring out the scriptures in such a hurry."

Yang Kang knew that the Sutra Pavilion had been heavily guarded since he made a big fuss in the Bodhidharma hall, so it was not easy to break in with this Toutuo's martial arts to see if Jiuyang was still there.Then he came here to ask for scriptures at this time, not because he was sure that Jiuyang Zhenjing was no longer in the scripture storage pavilion, but because he came here to try his luck.

So Yang Kang said seriously to Na Tutuo, "You clean the Sutra Pavilion every day. What do you need for scriptures, you need me to bring them?" Tutuo snorted, "How many people work in the Sutra Pavilion every day? , spying on each other, if I want to take it, it will only attract the attention of those trash. Today is a big event for my revenge, how can I show my face in advance."

Yang Kang decided that he hadn't gone back to the Sutra Pavilion, and wanted to lure him back to Shaolin to have a look, so as to leave here, and said, "You also know that the Sutra Pavilion is heavily guarded, and even you can't get it, let alone me, an outsider. ?”

That Tuo frowned and said, "There's such a big commotion over there, you can't even get it, it's really useless." After finishing speaking, he sneered again, "If you don't tell me if there is any, you will know if you search it gone."

Yang Kang was also furious, "You search as you say, do you think everyone else is a three-year-old child?" Toutuo laughed loudly, "Who is a three-year-old child, you can find out after a fight!" After speaking, he punched hard oncoming call

The author has something to say: "Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, all the shops sell new wine, your family decorates the terraces and pavilions, and folk families compete to occupy the restaurants to play the moon, and the music and songs are heard a thousand miles away, and they play and sit until dawn" ("Tokyo Menghualu").

"Xuanhe Painting Book" describes: "In the mid-autumn night, women hold each other and sing songs, in the shadow of the whirling moon."

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