Ren Pingsheng

The little novice twitched his jaw, and looked over with Zhike monk and others.I saw a slim middle-aged man, quite tall, wearing a green shirt, walking very casually.Followed by a few attendants, the attendants have serious faces, exactly the same height, exactly the same expression, it can be seen that they have good martial arts.

The Zhike monk thought, these people's martial arts are not weak, if it is the abbot or the chiefs, perhaps their martial arts origin can be seen from their steps.But he didn't stop on his feet, and the smile on his face seemed a little more sincere. He came forward to say a Buddha question, and asked the benefactor's name.

Wan Yankang found it interesting, and asked with a smile, "Does Shang Xiang want to announce his name?"

The Zhike monk's eyes twitched, meeting such a wealthy guest is the most tormenting.They may add a lot of sesame oil money, but if there are one or two eccentrics among them, it will be unbearable.If you answer well, there are many advantages. If the answer is slightly unsatisfactory, you may have to make trouble.

The Zhike monk felt bitter, so he still politely replied: "You don't need to burn incense..." As he spoke, the corners of his eyes twitched again, and he smiled a lot more easily, pointing slightly at the beaded tassels that were not covered by the wide sleeves of his blue shirt. , "The little monk recognizes this thing."

Wanyan Kang raised his hand and smiled too.

In the past, the whole map was full of potholes, like moon cakes eaten by a child who had just teethed.With the help of martial arts masters in the Southern Song Dynasty, two Mongolian Khans survived to death in Sichuan, but they were copied because the interests of the newly recovered land in the north were not properly distributed.The whole world is in chaos, and it has been disturbed for more than [-] years.

Wan Yankang has a thick face and a dark heart, he has planned early and pretended to be a good person."Rescue" Lin'an as a "good guy".Naturally, they would not really save the Southern Song Dynasty, but took in many elites of the Song Dynasty.Then received the legacy of the Southern Song Dynasty.

The timing was very coincidental, and it happened that Mongolia was once again fighting for the throne, which gave Wanyankang enough time to integrate the newly occupied area.Because of transportation, customs, etc., if there is only one center in a large country, the control over remote areas will be insufficient. It is necessary to establish several sub-level centers, and then radiate outwards to maintain control.

Zhou used the central capital of Beijing as his capital, and then set up Shangjing, Chang'an, and Jinling as supplementary places to control the whole country.This time, Wanyankang was on a tour of the three places, when he transferred from Chang'an to Jinling, his heart skipped a beat and he came across Bianjing to have a look.When we arrived at the border of Henan, we thought of Shaolin Temple again, so we made our trip today.

The string of rosary beads given by the abbot of Shaolin Temple is still there, so it is hung on the wrist.Originally, he wanted not to disturb too many people, so he came quietly and used the rosary as a stepping stone.Not wanting to know the guest monk's sharp eyes, he recognized it first, took it off his wrist, and handed it over: "My name, let's not say it, show it to the abbot and he will know."

Knowing guests and monks dare not neglect, the pure place of Buddhism is also in the world of mortals, it is indispensable to deal with such trivial matters.Even the gifts given to others have their own grades, which can be known by one's own people at a glance.The origin of this string of beads is not small.

After a while, the gate of the mountain opened wide, and the abbot of Shaolin, dressed in cassock, came out personally with dozens of old monks behind him.

Wan Yankang smiled and said, "Master is healthy, just like before."

The abbot hesitated for a moment, and then replied: "The benefactor is more magnanimous than before." The attitude was just right, neither flattering nor high-minded.

The two talked and laughed at Yan Yan, and brought each other into the temple.The abbot didn't ask why, Wan Yankang just thanked him for his help back then, and pointed to a young man in his entourage, "This is my master's disciple, what do you think?" Not the top, this little benefactor has good talent, but compared with the first-class masters, it is difficult to go further."

Wan Yankang laughed loudly: "Sure enough, monks don't tell lies."

He signaled the young man to offer a jade box: "Fortunately, I found some of the shell-leaf scriptures that I promised back then. I don't want to lie."

The abbot stopped being tense now, and said with a smile: "The benefactor is interested, please serve tea inside." The young man thought to himself, you old monk is very sensible, you talk about people when you see people, and when you see ghosts, you know that he doesn't like to put on airs, so just do it. This kind look!

Wanyan Kang came along the way, seeing the monks in the temple doing everything as usual, nodded and smiled: "This is the best."

The abbot said: "It's not normal, but it's rare to be normal. It's too difficult for people to be ordinary. Please." He led him to see the Daxiong Palace, went to Tallinn, and gave pointers casually.He didn't deliberately avoid the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, showing the air of a martial artist.

Wan Yankang has a lot of admiration for the Sutra Pavilion, the librarian is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, let alone the library of Shaolin Temple? !The abbot saw what he meant and led him in.When they got inside, an old monk with a dull face came out to greet him. Compared with the abbot's approachability, the old monk looked dumb, and said to a young man dressed as a layman, "Jun Bao, serve tea."

Before drinking Wanyan Kang tea, he sprayed it first: "Zhang Junbao?"

Before the old monk could answer, the abbot said, "Exactly. I wonder what's wrong with this child? He was lonely and had no one to depend on, and he was taken in and brought up by Jue Yuan. He has not yet been ordained. But he still has relatives and friends alive?"

Wan Yankang shook his head and said: "No, no, just hearing the name, my heart moved, and I felt that I was destined to be with him. Master Jueyuan, my disciple is destined to me, can I borrow him for a few years, I have something to return give him."