Shun Xin lowered her head, glanced at Yuan Ji from the corner of her eye, and whispered: "Abbott, I misunderstood, we recognized the wrong person, and this girl."
Liao Jie's eyebrows moved, and when he looked at Shun Xin, his eyes suddenly became stern and he said, "Since this is a misunderstanding and I have neglected our distinguished guests, I still don't apologize to Gang Leader Qiao."
When several people heard what the abbot said, they understood that it was the abbot who stepped down the steps for them, and they all bowed their bodies to apologize to Qiao Zhenyue. Especially the respectful attitude of the monk Yuan Rong, which was very different from the crazy look before, he nodded and said "Amitabha"
,Sin,sin,sin,sin,sin,sin,sin,sin,it really has the solemn state of treasure.
Although Qiao Zhenyue was dissatisfied, but it was a hindrance to Master Jie's face, he still gave a few people face. He did not elaborate on the matter, but took out three taels of silver from his pocket and threw it to the monk Shunxin.
Shun Xin took the three taels of silver and realized that they were not silver at all, but coals that had been burned red by the fire. He held them in his hand until he was sweating profusely.
"Gang Leader Qiao, let's talk in the temple," Liaojie said.
"Okay." Qiao Zhenyue agreed readily, but his eyes looked at Shuang'er behind him.
Shuang'er grabbed the hem of his clothes, her big round eyes still filled with tears, obviously she was still frightened by what Shun Xin had just done.
Liaojie saw Qiao Zhenyue's concerns, and said to Juechang behind him: "Juechang, find a room for this girl in the Shaolin Inn so that she can have a safe and happy life." Liaojie said this, and glanced around him.
The meaning of this is naturally clear to all the monks.
After hearing what Jie said, Qiao Zhenyue touched Shuang'er's little head and said with a smile: "Shuang'er, Master Juechang will take care of you."
There were still tears in his eyes, and he held Qiao Zhenyue's clothes tightly with both hands.
Seeing Shuang'er like this, Qiao Zhenyue leaned over and whispered into her ear: "Believe me, Brother Qiao, this old monk has spoken. The younger monks will not dare to bully you. If they bully you, they will be beaten by the old monk."
Ass off."
Shuang'er smiled and nodded when he heard the words. Not far away, Liao Jie also smiled, obviously hearing what Qiao Zhenyue said.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at Jie and was not surprised. Master Liao Jie's internal skills were so profound that his five senses must be different from ordinary people.
After arranging everything, Liejie led the heads of each hall and rushed towards the Shaolin Temple with Qiao Zhenyue. As he walked, Liejie introduced the Shaolin heads around him to Qiao Zhenyue.
"The first seat of Luohan Hall is clear."
This Luohan Hall is the place where Shaolin Temple teaches martial arts. It mainly practices boxing, stick skills, and formations. The first disciple who has learned the precepts is one of the eight masters of the Bodhidharma Academy. A pair of iron fists is known as subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger. It is one of the best Shaolin fists.
Finally, Master Liao Xin has a skinny figure, like a piece of dead wood. He wears a jute monk's robe without a cassock, which is very simple.
"The first seat of Prajna Hall is Yuanji."
Prajna Hall is the place where Shaolin Temple practices inner strength and mental skills, but Monk Yuanji, with his fat head and big ears, white face and tender skin, always smiles very handsomely, and wears a golden cassock covering his raised belly. He doesn't look like a Shaolin monk.
He looks like a wealthy businessman, and is far from the leader of the lay monks who are rumored to be fierce and powerful. But such a person is actually ranked in the Bodhidharma Academy, and is one of the two major lay monks in the Bodhidharma Academy.
"The first building of Bodhi Courtyard is completed."
The Bodhi Temple is in charge of Shaolin Buddhism, and Master Lingcheng is the most prosperous Buddhist among the Shaolin monks. Legend has it that when he was seventeen years old, Master Lingcheng left Kunlun to discuss Buddhism with Buddhist monks, Persians, and Wuman sects.
He has never failed. Although he has the appearance of a scholar, his skill in "Subduing the Dragon and Falling the Elephant" is unparalleled in the temple, and he is also one of the eight masters of Bodhidharma Academy.
"The first seat of the Discipline Academy, Liao Zen."
The Discipline Academy is in charge of the Shaolin commandments and specializes in punishing disciples who violate the precepts. Disciples in the Discipline Hall major in various grappling skills, the first of which is the Zen "Nianhua Grappling Hand", "Dragon Claw Grappling Hand" and the Twelve Dragon Capturing Hands, all of which are excellent, Shida
Among the eight masters of Moyuan, he is the best in capture skills. This Zen master is wearing a coarse cloth monk's robe, with two long eyebrows hanging down from the corners of his eyes. Although his face is kind, there is a trace of sadness hidden between his eyebrows.
"The first seat of Zhengdao Temple, Master Chengzang."
Zhengdao Yuan is a place where eminent Shaolin monks practice Buddhism. Anyone who can enter Zhengdao Yuan must have achieved considerable attainments in Buddhism. Zhengdao Yuan does not teach martial arts, only Buddhism. Master Chengzang is the senior figure in Shaolin.
, according to seniority, he was called Master Uncle, but judging from the appearance of the two, they were almost the same age. Master Chengzang's face was red and wrinkled, like an overripe apple that had lost its moisture.
"The first seat of the confessional hall, Yuanhe."
The confession hall is a place where disciples who break the precepts are detained. The head of the hall is Yuanhe, who has a face of bitter gourd. Just looking at this face, you can tell that "the sea of suffering is boundless, but turning back is the shore."
"The first seat of Yaowangyuan is Yuankong."
Yaowangyuan mainly studies the traditional medical skills of Shaolin Temple. The disciples of Yaowangyuan are the most proficient medical monks in the temple. Their function is to heal the injured Shaolin disciples. Yuankong has a delicate appearance and a tall figure, looking like a beautiful jade from top to bottom.
It looks like a top-notch cut, but it is a first-class symbol in the Shaolin Temple. With his superb medical skills, he became the only lay monk among the eight masters of Bodhidharma Hall.
"The first seat of the Relic Court is clean."
The Relic Temple is a place where the souls of deceased eminent monks are saved. All eminent monks in the temple will be cremated in the Relic Temple after their death, and then their ashes will be hidden in the pagoda forest behind the temple. The disciples of the Relic Temple are also responsible for the cleaning of the entire temple and other chores.
, so most of the disciples in the academy have low martial arts skills.
"The first seat of the Sutra Pavilion is Uncle Chengwu."
The Sutra Pavilion contains all the martial arts secrets and Buddhist classics in the temple. The main function of the disciples in the Sutra Pavilion is to guard the sutra tower outside the pavilion. They only have one opportunity to enter the Sutra Pavilion once a day to carry out daily cleaning and book arrangement work.
The disciples of Jingge are not very good at martial arts, but most of them are outstanding disciples in Qinggong in the temple. Cheng Wu has been reading a lot of books in Jingge for a long time, and has become the most knowledgeable person in martial arts in Shaolin Temple, and is also ranked among the eight masters of Bodhidharma Academy.
"The head of Bodhidharma Temple is also the supervisor of my Shaolin Temple, Master Chengnan."
There are only eight seats in Bodhidharma Academy. Take the "eight winds" (the eight winds are benefit, decline, destruction, praise, praise, ridicule, suffering, and joy). Practitioners should cultivate their emotions when encountering any of the eight winds.
With the intention of being unmoved), the eight masters with the highest martial arts skills in the temple gathered together to study the most profound martial arts of the sect. Master Cheng Nan is an old monk with a wrinkled face and sallow eyebrows.
Holding an ironwood fish the size of a rice bowl, and holding a black wooden fish mallet in his right hand, he shouts Buddha's name from time to time. Although Cheng Nan looks old, he is actually the strongest person in the Shaolin Temple, the only one who can do it in the past hundred years.
A genius who has practiced the "Yi Jin Jing" to the tenth level.
"The first seat of Yonghua Hall, Yuanrong."
Yonghuatang is mainly responsible for the travel and official affairs of monks from all over the world. It is the diplomatic agency of Shaolin Temple. Yuanrong had just fought with Qiao Zhenyue. He had no cassocks or Zen staff. He was extremely embarrassed and simple. He looked like this now.
Somewhat like a master.
Qiao Zhenyue listened to Master Jie's introduction to the top leaders and counted them in his mind. Then he said that there were seven masters of Bodhidharma Academy. There was still one missing? After thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized that Master Jie was Bodhidharma.
The eighth master of the academy, his Kung-Rong Divine Kung Fu has become a school of its own in Shaolin.
Master Liaojie was extremely arrogant from his youth to his middle age. He disdained to study the "Yi Jin Jing", a secret treasure in the temple, so he created his own Kung Rong Gong and became famous in the world.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at these eight masters and was just thinking of Chen Zan when he caught a glimpse of a corner of the dense forest. A figure flashed across the dense forest. Their appearance and posture were very familiar, as if they had just seen him before, but they were...
I couldn't remember who it was for the moment.
"Master Jie, Qiao will see the Eight Winds Immovable today. The eight masters will have no regrets in their lives."
Liao Jie smiled in his eyes, but his mouth was flat. He turned his eyes to the mountain gate and looked at the Shaolin flag that was blown slightly by the wind. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was the wind, the flags, or the heartbeat...
