Everyone followed their gazes and saw an old monk with a childish face, wearing cassocks and holding a Zen staff. Behind him was a group of monks. It turned out to be the abbot of the temple.
The monks put their hands together and saluted, and the monk Yongxin introduced him: "This is Zen Master Dehai, the abbot of our Shaolin Temple."
Yuan Feng, Xu Da and others also put their hands together and saluted this respected practitioner. Xu Da's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't say anything.
The master abbot said: "Junior brother Dechi, why don't you want to go down the mountain?"
Tang He said: "I don't want to bring disaster to the Shaolin Temple, and I am already a monk, so the world of mortals has nothing to do with me."
The master abbot shook his head: "Dechi, monks don't lie, but you lied. From your eyes, I can see that your fate is not over. You are still thinking about holding the ninety-nine steel sword and killing Hu'er before you stop."
Old brother, instead of suffering in this Shaoshi Mountain, it is better to go back and finish your worldly affairs before practicing again."
One sentence reveals Tang He's thoughts. He was forced to become a monk in the first place. He has been resentful and complaining in his heart for many years. It's just that his years of practice have suppressed all this deep in his heart. In fact, he just saw Yuan Feng and Xu Da.
At that time, the raging flame in his heart had burned again. He himself didn't know this, but Master Dehai could see it clearly.
"But, this will harm the Shaolin Temple." Tang He still insisted, and he was telling the truth. The Shaolin Temple has been closely monitored by the local government. After this matter was exposed, it would inevitably lead to the massacre of the temple by officers and soldiers.
Zen Master Dehai smiled slightly: "If you come down from the mountain, the world will be saved. If you don't come down, the Shaolin Temple will not regain its glory. The gain and loss of the world and a temple, you have been practicing for many years, don't you have a sense of proportion?"
"But..." Tang He insisted.\
The abbot gently waved his hand to interrupt him: "In the past, the Buddha sacrificed his life to feed an eagle. Don't we have this awareness? A phoenix can be reborn after bathing in the fire. The Shaolin Temple has survived to this day and is about to perish silently. Only nirvana can save it.
Temple, if you really have Shaolin Temple in your heart, then go down the mountain."
These words were so heart-wrenching that the monks and Tang Hegu burst into tears. Even the tactful Zhike monk Yongxin secretly wiped the corners of his eyes.
Zen Master Dehai is telling the truth. The Shaolin Temple is really about to be destroyed. Thousands of hectares of temple property have been confiscated. The monks can't even eat. They can only open up wasteland and cultivate land on the back mountain and grow some vegetables and grains secretly. Due to the government
Due to the obstruction, pilgrims never came to the Shaolin Temple to offer incense, and this income was also cut off.\
What's even more vicious is that the political status of the Shaolin Temple in the Buddhist world has been severely suppressed. Now it is suppressed by the Baoen Temple in the capital. It doesn't even have the power to recruit new disciples. There are only a few hundred monks in total. If every one of them dies, the number will be reduced.
If there is no increase, a temple will naturally perish within a few decades.
Not to mention that there is no money to repair the temple, reshape the golden body, and build a pagoda for the deceased master. Now the Shaolin Temple is so poor that it doesn’t even have enough rice and noodles on weekdays, and it is even more frugal on vegetable oil. In these days, how many Shaolin Temples can there be?
It hasn't happened in hundreds of years.
Master Dehai is a sensible person and knows that if this continues, the Shaolin Temple will be doomed. Only by fighting to the death and changing dynasties can the Shaolin Temple have a chance to stand firm in the Buddhist and martial arts circles again.
The opportunity he had been dreaming of finally came, and there was no reason to let it go. It was said that Yuan Feng wanted Tang He, and even if he wanted the old man to take action in person, there was no room for negotiation.\
With tears in his eyes, Tang He nodded hard, then suddenly turned around and shouted: "The monks gather!"
After hearing the words, the thirteen stick monks immediately lined up in a line, with high spirits and anger, all with angry eyes, chests high, shiny bald heads shining in the sun, and young faces with heroic spirit. They held long sticks and reported in turn. Say your name.
"Shaolin Temple stick monk Shi Xiaolong, Shi Xiaohu, Shi Xiaobao..."
The loud sound echoed in the quiet and sparkling ancient temple, and the birds perched on the eaves suddenly fluttered with wings. The lifeless temple seemed to be rejuvenated for a while, returning to the exciting orange-red days when the thirteen stick monks saved the Tang Dynasty.
Every monk is full of tears and full of ambition. They know that the day of Shaolin Temple’s nirvana has come. That heroic young man will lead the monks of Shaolin Temple to change the dynasty and create a vigorous career. From then on, the Shaolin Temple’s Prestige and career will reach a new height.
After the monks signed up, Tang He explained to Yuan Feng: "The government stipulates that the Shaolin Temple cannot recruit monks. These young people are all lay disciples who are not registered and have no parents or friends. They are all orphans adopted by the Shaolin Temple, so they do not have formal Buddhist names." , just ranked according to dragon, tiger and leopard.”
Yuan Feng nodded and glanced at the faces of the thirteen monks. The young men's chests were raised higher, their eyes were sharp and murderous, and they looked a bit like monk soldiers. Yuan Feng's heart moved and he shouted: "Shi Xiaolong!"
Shi Xiaolong came out of the queue, holding a stick in one hand and saluting with the other: "Here you are!"
"I will make you the deputy general of the monk army and accept the command of General Tang.\"
Xiaolong's eyes flashed with joy.
The monks couldn't help but be happy. The deputy general is a relatively high-ranking military officer. Although this official position is still a castle in the air now, it will be real in the future. The monks and soldiers are all deputy generals, so they who are at the master level are not ministers. A monk at the level of minister.
The monks were very poor, so each of them brought a pair of monk shoes, a bamboo hat, and a long stick as luggage. They didn't need a change of clothes or bedding, and they didn't need to ride a horse. They just ran with them, which was just for exercise.
After a short time, the luggage was packed, and Tang He led the thirteen stick monks to say goodbye to Master Dehai. With tears in his eyes, Tang He said affectionately: "We say goodbye today. I don't know when we will see each other again. Brother, please take care." \”
Abbot Dehai said: "Junior brother, you should also take care."
Tang He said: "Please say goodbye to Master Abbot for me."
Dehai said: "When he comes out of confinement, I will report the matter."
Tang He and the Thirteen-Gun Monk looked at every plant and tree in the Shaolin Temple affectionately, as if they wanted to imprint all this deeply in their hearts. In a moment, Tang He turned his head sharply and strode out of the Shaolin Temple without looking back. Three-stick monks, Yuan Feng Xu Da and others filed out, and the singing of "Shaolin Shaolin" echoed in Shaoshi Mountain again.
On the green mountain path, Xu Da asked Tang He: "Old Tang, I think Master Dehai has a good face. It seems that I have met him somewhere before."
Tang He said calmly: "Master Dehai's lay name is Guo Zixing." After that, he waved his whip and rode away, leaving behind a stunned Xu Da and a confused Yuan Feng.
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Capital, the dilapidated village outside the south gate, the mansion of the Gao family. Now the surname of this mansion is Gao. Zhuo Ligetu is a kind man, and he regards Gao and Li as his eldest sister-in-law. He is just a guest. This magnificent mansion
It should be after Gao Li's husband's surname. The villagers felt even more about Zhuo Ligetu's righteousness and admired him greatly.
A wheelchair was thrown out from the door of the mansion, and the eldest disciple of the Zhuo family shouted angrily: "My master, the legless hero, is famous all over the south of the city. Do you want to use this ash wheelchair? No! Rework it and make it red sandalwood!"
Several carpenters frowned: "Brother, please spare the little ones. The rosewood is used by the royal family. We can't find the wood at all. How about using huanghuali?"
Huanghuali is also considered a good wood. The eldest disciple felt that the prestige was enough, so he said: "Forget it, just Huanghuali. \This ash willow will be smashed."
Just as he was talking, a young man ran out of the house and said, "I also want this manchurian ash tree. It's three taels of silver for the work and materials."
The carpenters never expected that the newly-emerged gang leader in the south of the city would be so reasonable and would pay back the money he bought. They were moved to tears and said, "Legless hero, what a good man!"
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In the back house, Zhuo Ligetu was sitting in the ash wheelchair, manipulating the wheelchair to perform various difficult movements, as if he was not an inanimate wheelchair but a human horse.
The wheelchair is quite well-made. It does not use nails, but only uses mortise and tenon joints. It also has hidden mechanisms, a repeating crossbow hidden in the handle, and a scimitar stuck on the backrest. It is not a wheelchair for disabled people, but a chariot.\
Gao Li's mother and son stood aside, smiling and watching Zhuo Ligetu's driving skills. Nowadays, the two of them are no longer good-looking, and they are wearing clothes made of strong and clean Songjiang cloth. The Zhou Dynasty has regulations that non-officials
The gentry soldiers will not be allowed to wear silk, no matter how rich they are. If not, Zhuo Ligetu will definitely get them new silk clothes inside and out.
Being able to put on clean clothes and have enough to eat every meal, life is completely different from before. Gou Sheng is very happy. When he plays outside, the children all fawn over him and always play games.
He should be the king, and others should be officers, soldiers, and bandits.
Gou Sheng likes Zhuo Ligetu very much, because this uncle is a well-known legless hero. People in the village are afraid of him, and outsiders are even more timid when mentioning him. However, his uncle is surprisingly good to Gou Sheng and takes out his spare time every day.
Spend time playing with him and teaching him martial arts. Such a rough man never leaves his men alive when fighting outside, but he is like a kind father to Gou Sheng.
Watching her son playing with Zhuoligetu, Mrs. Gao Li smiled happily. In a trance, she seemed to see her husband and son, a happy family life, but in the blink of an eye, her husband turned into Zhuoligetu again.
, the man given to her by Bodhisattva.
When Gao Da Bang was still alive, he would often get drunk and beat himself and his children. However, this devil-like man would make others wet their pants when he stared at him outside, but at home he was as docile as a little sheep. Whenever he looked at him,
Sometimes, this stupid, clumsy man actually blushes.
Could it be that he... Thinking of this, two red clouds rose on Mrs. Gao Li's face. Today, Mrs. Gao Li is no longer unkempt and running around desperately for life. Her face is rosy, her hair has been carefully combed, and her clothes are well-fitting.
She is quite a handsome beauty.
She is only twenty-four years old, how can she be left a widow like this? But if the man doesn't speak up, why should she be allowed to speak like a woman?
Just as I was thinking about it, a servant came to report that an official from Jingzhao Yin Yamen came to visit me.
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