The Sutra Pavilion is built near the water. A bamboo forest in front separates it from the Bodhidharma Courtyard. Although the bamboo forest is deep, it is only three steps away from the masters of the Bodhidharma Courtyard. Four large water tanks are lined up in the backyard of the attic.
, sixteen water dragon spears were neatly placed on the rack beside the water tank, waiting for fear of catching fire and destroying this extremely precious Tibetan scripture. Inside the pavilion, six monks were guarding the six corners of the attic.
Two orthodox monks patrolled the building. In addition to these ten orthodox disciples, there were also lay monks who came regularly to clean the building and monks who practiced in seclusion in the secret pavilions on each floor. Such guarding could not be said to be imprudent and rigorous.
But even with such meticulousness and rigor, the Sutra Pavilion still attracted thieves.
Seen from a distance in the bamboo forest, a ball of fire floats above the bamboo forest, beating from time to time, dyeing the green bamboo forest slightly orange.
"Where's the water dragon gun, bring it quickly!" Footsteps hurried, shouts and shouts suddenly started. The guard in the pavilion broke the window and came out, and swooped down towards the water dragon. Outside the pavilion, the monks were running around, noisy and chaotic.
"Hurry up and report that there is no leader!" "Quickly put out the fire!" In an instant, dozens of people walked through the shed and rushed to bugle. The originally solemn and quiet Sutra Pavilion suddenly became chaotic like a busy city.
"The water dragon gun is broken!" shouted an upright monk.
Another person picked up the water hose, put it into the water tank, and then shouted: "This water hose gun is also broken."
They picked up another handful, but still couldn't get any water out.
"Who is on duty today, and what's going on with the water dragon gun!"
Looking at the growing fire, fine beads of sweat oozed from the foreheads of the monks. They looked at the water dragon gun in their hands like an incompetent man looking at his own weapon, lonely, inferior and with a trace of anger. One of them, a
He broke the water dragon in half and rushed into the Sutra Pavilion howling: "Don't look at it, move it, if you can save one, it's one." When all the righteous monks heard this, they were not afraid and rushed into the fire resolutely.
Defend the faith in their hearts with their flesh and blood.
"I'm coming!" Master Cheng Wu shouted loudly and descended from the sky. He dipped his large cassock and monk's robe into the water tank. He rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the attic with his water-soaked sleeves. Cheng Wu used his internal strength.
He spurted out the water from his cassock and sleeves, and heard the sound of water and fire intersecting with each other. The fire on the first floor had been reduced by three points. The monks imitated the appearance of being leaderless and borrowed their clothes one after another.
Put out the fire.
When Master Jie and others arrived, the fire was basically under control. The monks in the Sutra Pavilion were counting the scriptures and were in chaos.
Lie Jie quickly walked to Cheng Wu's head seat and said anxiously: "Uncle Master, what's the damage to the scriptures in this pavilion?"
"We are counting." Cheng Wu put the wet cassock on him respectfully and said.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at the chaotic Sutra Pavilion, which was like a busy city, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, how could this solemn and sacred ancient temple be like this? He didn't know that when he was thinking this, Monk Yuanrong had already denounced Qiao Zhenyue as the god of plague. Why did he suddenly
When I came to Shaolin Temple, things happened one after another.
Although Yuan Rong cursed for a while, his eyes were still looking at Qiao Zhenyue very softly. His skill with the honey-belly sword could be regarded as the best in Shaolin Temple, and he should be ranked among the masters of Bodhidharma Hall.
Shouldn't this kind of duplicity and Buddha's words mean something wrong? Shouldn't it also be a martial art?
Liao Jie looked at the scriptures on the ground, his dry face trembling slightly. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his throat sank deeply, as if he wanted to swallow the sadness and heartache mixed with saliva, but these sadness and heartache were obviously
Reluctant to leave, a lump in his throat rose to his brow, soaking his mottled eyes.
"Abbott, be gentle. The water flows back to the sea, the moon never leaves the sky. The green mountains remain unchanged, and the floating clouds come and go." Cheng Wu said with his hands clasped together, "This scripture is just words on paper, but in the human heart it is the Dharma. Stick to it."
The image is that of a monk, and one does not insist on being a Buddha."
Liao Jie was stunned for a moment, as the mottled bamboo shadows reflected on his face, shaking slightly.
"First one, it's bad. The "Nian Hua Finger Technique" and "Dajra Fist Technique" in this Sutra Pavilion are missing!" A righteous monk said in a panic.
"Did it disappear or was it burned by fire?" Cheng Wu asked.
"It's gone!" the righteous monk chided, "these two volumes of secret books are mixed among the sutras. "The Nianhua Finger Technique" is between the "Yamrang Sutra" and the "Infinite Life Sutra", and "The Great Vajra Fist Technique"
Between the Ksitigarbha Sutra and the Yanhua Sutra, these four volumes were not destroyed by fire. Only these two volumes of martial arts secrets must have been taken away!"
This righteous monk, whose name is Huan Wufei, has been in the Sutra Pavilion for a long time. He has memorized every book in the Sutra Pavilion, and there is no way he can make any mistakes.
When the monks heard that the secret book had been stolen, they couldn't help but look at the fellow disciples around them, but when they made eye contact, they all lowered their heads in unison, as if they all had some secrets that they didn't want others to peep at.
Suddenly, an upright monk whispered to the people around him: "Could it be those lay monks?" As soon as he said this, all the upright monks stared at the lay monks again. The fire in the Sutra Pavilion had just been extinguished.
, the hearts of the monks were burning again.
Liaojie realized something was wrong and said: "Except for the monks in the Sutra Pavilion, everyone has withdrawn. The Sutra Pavilion is now taken over by the head of each courtyard. Everyone else should go back to the meditation room."
The abbot had given the order, and the monks said nothing and walked outside the Sutra Pavilion one after another. However, even when the secular monks left, they spontaneously formed two teams and left separately. Needless to say the inside story.
Liao Jie looked at his disciples, feeling lonely in his heart, but he just sighed, gathered himself, and said to the guarding disciple: "Juexuan, give me the list of monks who have visited the Sutra Pavilion today, and then give me the list of monks who have visited the Sutra Pavilion today."
Give me the list of disciples who borrowed books from the Sutra Pavilion today and yesterday.'
"Yes." Juexuan said, "Abbott, the water dragon gun is broken. Someone has tampered with the water dragon gun."
Liao Jie nodded and said to all the leaders: "Let's go into the pavilion." He looked at Qiao Zhenyue and said: "Brother Qiao, come too. It just so happens that I also want to ask Leader Qiao for help."
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Liao Jie said this, but Qiao Zhenyue's eyes did not look at Jie, but stared closely at a lay monk who was about to leave - Tongbei.
"Gang Leader Qiao," said Liao Jie.
Qiao Zhenyue smiled at Ji Jie, then looked at Tongbei and shouted: "Master Tongbei, please stay!"
Leng.
Not only Tongbei, but also Liaojie and the other leaders were stunned. They didn’t know what Qiao Zhenyue meant by stopping Tongbei at this moment. Tongbei stopped, turned around, smiled at Qiao Zhenyue, and said lightly: "Qiao Zhenyue, you have
What orders."
Tongbei's eyes were soft and he looked at Qiao Zhenyue with a friendly smile on his face. Qiao Zhenyue looked at Tongbei's eyes and also smiled, and slowly walked to Tongbei. Just one step away from the two of them.
In the distance, Qiao Zhenyue suddenly made a move, and in the flash of lightning, a bloody palm was slapped towards Tongbei's heart. Tongbei's palm was lowered, his toes pointed to the ground, and he jumped up like a ghost, avoiding Qiao Zhenyue.
A palm.
At the moment when Tongbei jumped up, Liaojie and several leaders shouted in unison: 'This is not Shaolin Qinggong!'
