Shaolin Temple is located in Shaoshi Mountain, which belongs to the Songshan Mountains.
Shaoshi Mountain is majestic, and Thirty-Six Front Mountain is steep, but the mountain road leading to Shaolin is extremely regular, with a long row of wide stone steps, row upon row, and is grand in scale.
Qiao Zhenyue rode the black wind and curved up. Along the way, he saw flying springs pouring down thousands of meters, dripping beads splashing jade, and the mountains were vast and green. Looking at it like this, he couldn't help but sigh, such beautiful scenery is rare in the world.
, no wonder Patriarch Bodhidharma chose to do his Qing Dynasty here. After walking along the mountain road for a few more turns, I saw the yellow wall and blue tiles in the distance, which was the Shaolin Mountain Gate.
"The gates of Shaolin Temple are so magnificent. The reputation of the Zen sect in the world is really worthy of its reputation. This gate alone probably costs several hundred taels of silver." He looked at the four heavenly kings in front of the Shaolin Mountain gate and couldn't help but sigh,
"They all say that Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all living beings, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. But are they so obsessed with appearances that they are also obsessed with this appearance?"
Qiao Zhenyue thought so in his mind that he couldn't help but look down upon the monks in the Shaolin Temple except Master Jie. He continued to walk along the mountain road and saw a forest of steles hidden in the dense forest. Each of the stone steles stood upright.
Like small trees in the forest, most of these stone tablets were donated by dignitaries from various places. One of the large tablets was huge and stood out among the small tablets. He glanced at it and saw only four letters on it.
A big character: Wuzong of the world.
He was startled and couldn't help but think: "This Shaolin Temple does not rely on Buddhism and Taoism to prosper. It is just because this Shaolin monk once helped the king to quell the civil strife in the previous dynasty. Thirteen of them were notable and were granted the title of
As a result of the Thirteen Generals, the Shaolin Temple was conferred the title of World Martial Arts Sect by the previous emperor. Only then did the Shaolin Temple prosper, and from then on, Shaolin’s martial arts became famous all over the world.”
Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly heard two scoldings, and a pair of chastity sticks came towards his chest.
Qiao Zhenyue was stunned for a moment, only to hear a "bang" sound and a pair of ring sticks were hit on his chest.
The two sticks are as thick as bowls, and the monks who guard the temple have also been practicing martial arts for many years. This stick has not only the strength of a thousand kilograms, but also a hundred kilograms, but these two sticks hit Qiao Zhenyue's chest, Qiao Zhenyue
He just adjusted his clothes and found no damage, but the two monks who were guarding the temple were shocked to the point of bleeding.
"What bad tricks did you do, you scoundrel?" the monk guarding the temple asked, looking at his tiger's mouth.
Ahhhhh, is this the legendary villain who files a complaint first?
Qiao Zhenyue looked at the angry expressions of the two monks, feeling both funny and angry in his heart, and said: "You two hit someone first, why are you saying that I am a bad person? Besides, as Shaolin monks, you should not
If you are compassionate, how can you hurt someone without knowing why?"
When the two monks heard what Qiao Zhenyue said, they became even more angry: "Are you blind? Didn't you see the dismounting monument in front of you? Even princes and ministers have to dismount their horses and walk into the temple when they reach the dismounting monument. You don't
You follow the rules, you hurt people, and you use strong words!"
Qiao Zhenyue turned around and saw that there was indeed a dismounting monument behind him. He had not seen it when he was lost in thought just now, and he immediately felt guilty. But then he thought, if these two monks were disciples of other Jianghu sects, what would he say before his eyes?
It's okay to be blind, but when did this Shaolin disciple become so open-minded?
That's all, that's all, this time I came to Shaolin to ask for something, be polite and take a step back to open up the world.
"Okay, I've offended you." Qiao Zhenyue got off his horse, bowed and bowed, and said politely, "Qiao Zhenyue from the Beggar Clan visited Shaolin, and bothered two masters to lead the way. I have something important to discuss with Master Jie.
discuss."
The monk said coldly: "If you want to see Abbot Jie, you must make an appointment. The abbot is busy with many things and has no time to talk to you, an idle member of the Beggar Clan."
The Shaolin Temple Keepers are all disciples of the Shaolin Temple. Since they entered Shaolin, they have been told that Shaolin is the world's martial arts sect. In addition, Shaolin has been the leader of the Jianghu Alliance for the past ten years. In their hearts, "Since they are in Shaolin, they don't know about other schools."
Although he knew about the Beggar Clan, he didn't know that the person in front of him was the leader of the Beggar Clan. His arrogance was palpable.
At this time, Qiao Zhenyue's hands were squeaking, but thinking that he was asking for help, he couldn't help but hold back a little more, and said politely: "Then I'll bother you two and tell Qiao Zhenyue, the leader of the Beggar Clan, to ask for a meeting."
After saying that, he threw the token in his waist to the two of them, led the horse and walked down the mountain.
The two monks looked at the tokens in their hands and listened to what Qiao Zhenyue had just said about the leader of the Beggar Clan. They felt something bad in their hearts. They grabbed the tokens, opened their legs and ran towards the Main Hall.
Qiao Zhenyue led his horse past the dismounting monument and galloped forward, hoping to shake off the anger in his heart in the hunting wind. At this moment, the mountains, the springs and the waterfalls, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, could not arouse his interest.
He just wanted to run down Shaoshi Mountain and find a tavern to get drunk.
Sometimes this wine is like a shell, a snail's shell. If you hide inside, you can shut out all the sorrow in the world.
There are more than a dozen wine jars placed in front of Qiao Zhenyue. Although these wine jars are not big, only about the size of a beauty's little face, they are all ten years old and the wine has a strong aroma. An ordinary person drinks these dozen jars
He was probably drunk to death long ago, but Qiao Zhenyue became more and more energetic as he drank, and his already bright eyes became more and more energetic as he drank.
"Pour the wine!" He said to himself, and poured a bowl of wine into his stomach.
"Good wine! Good wine!"
He poured a bowl of wine into his stomach again. The word "pour" was truly worthy of the name in Qiao Zhenyue's words. The wine did not pass through his mouth and flowed down his throat into his stomach. It was extremely generous.
——Only good wine deserves to be drunk like this.
——Only a good man deserves to drink like this.
Suddenly, a woman's scream came from outside the door.
Qiao Zhenyue's left ear moved, apparently hearing a sound, but he did not move.
Women are synonymous with trouble in the world. He didn't want to cause trouble at this time, especially when he was upset and drank a lot.
"Help, help!" The woman's voice got closer and closer, and became more and more shrill.
Qiao Zhenyue had a bowl of wine at his mouth, the wine liquid rippled, and the aroma of the wine was already hitting his nostrils.
The wine lingering on the lips is like a beauty taking off her clothes, a temptation that is difficult for men to resist.
"boom!"
The bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces.
Qiao Zhenyue rushed out of the restaurant like a flying arrow in the blink of an eye, rushing towards the direction where the woman was shouting.
Street intersection.
A woman, sixteen or seventeen years old, with two round auspicious buns on her head, tears in her round eyes, and a delicate look that made me feel pity for her. Beside her, two people wearing gray
The monk in monk's robe was grabbing the woman and dragging her towards the brothel at the city gate.
Qiao Zhenyue looked carefully. The two monks had scars on their heads. They were wearing gray robes and gray cloth shoes from the Shaolin Temple. Okay, okay, these monks from the Shaolin Temple not only killed businessmen at will, but also raped them in broad daylight.
He shouted angrily, grabbing the civilian girl, and gathered the inner strength in his hands.
Fueled by drunkenness and anger, a pair of fists and palms flew straight towards the two gray-robed monks like the waves crashing on the shore.
