Tongbei's body flashed and he felt bad. He quickly used the "Great Merciful and Great Compassion Thousand-leaf Hand" move. His palms flew and hit Qiao Zhenyue's vest, shoulder and left chest in three places. This "Great Mercy and Great Compassion Thousand-leaf Hand" move
"This is the authentic martial arts of Shaolin. The moves have unique changes. The two palms are connected to the broad monk's robe, looming, and once the palm is released, it is unexpected and impossible to guard against.
While he was using his moves to restrain Qiao Zhenyue, he said, "Qiao Gang Leader, what does this mean?"
"Are you still pretending now?" Qiao Zhenyue stared at his eyes and said coldly. He had dealt with monk Tongbei before and was very impressed by Tongbei, especially his dull eyes.
, even in a life-and-death fight, he was still lifeless, but the man in front of him at this moment, his eyes were flowing, and his eyebrows were raised with aura, which was completely different from Tongbei.
Eyes are the windows to the soul. There are no two identical hearts in this world. Therefore, there are no two pairs of identical eyes in this world. Even the best disguise masters in the world cannot imitate a person's look exactly the same.
"I don't understand what you are talking about? Abbot, Chief, save me!" Tongbei knew that he was no match for Qiao Zhenyue, so he asked Chief Jie and the Chiefs for help. As he said this, he suddenly made a move in his hand
, the palms move out more and more urgently. At first, they still have the appearance of Qianye hands, but when they reach the end, the moves suddenly change, and they are as fluttering as butterflies piercing flowers, which is completely different from the uprightness of Shaolin martial arts.
Seeing this, Liaojie nodded to Liaochan and Yuanji beside him, and flew towards Tongbei. The three of them took action at the same time, following him like a shadow, and immediately wrapped Tongbei. With a flick of their fingertips, they covered him six times.
Touch the big points everywhere.
When Qiao Zhenyue saw the three people taking action, he retreated back and gave up Tongbei to Jie and the others. He just wanted to see through the fake Tongbei. As for how Shaolin dealt with it, it was Shaolin's family matter and he couldn't interfere.
"Who are you?" Liao Jie asked.
Tongbei's throat sank, his neck trembled slightly, and he said, "Abbott, I am Tongbei."
Yuan Ji's eyes turned cold and he said: "The Qing Kung you used is clearly not Shaolin's Qing Kung. Also, although you used Qianye Shou just now, you only know seven moves. After seven moves, the Qing Kung you used is definitely not Shaolin Kung Fu.
who is it?"
Tongbei was speechless, his eyes flashing around in panic. His whole body was hit, his limbs and torso stood stiffly on the ground, his heart was beating loudly, as if it was about to burst through his chest. "What should I do? What should I do?"
He kept thinking in his mind, but besides his heart, brain, and eyes, where else could he move at this moment?
It’s a dead end!
"Liu Chan, Junior Brother, took him to the Discipline Hall and asked him if he was from the Songshan League, and where were Tongbei and the two stolen secret books? "Liao Jie Dao.
Liao Chan nodded and took "Tongbei" to the Discipline Hall. Just when the two of them passed by the bamboo forest, a sharp eagle call sounded from the bamboo forest. "Tongbei" heard the eagle call and his eyes widened, and his face changed.
There is a hint of wonder in it.
When Qiao Zhenyue, Liao Jie and others heard the hawk's call, their nerves suddenly became tense. They were worried that someone would come out of the bamboo forest and rob "Tongbei". However, no one came out of the forest until Zen leader left.
.
"Here's another joke for Gang Leader Qiao." Liao Jie shook his head and sighed.
"Master Luojie, I, Qiao, have always admired the master as a human being. Things in this world are unpredictable, and no one is in trouble. Qiao came to Shaolin this time to ask for help from Shaolin. Shaolin helps the Beggar Clan, how can I, Qiao, ignore Shaolin!
"Qiao Zhenyue said.
Liao Jie smiled bitterly and led Qiao Zhenyue and the leaders into the secret room of the Sutra Pavilion.
"How does Gang Leader Qiao know that this person is not Tongbei?" Liao Jie asked.
Qiao Zhenyue said: "I have fought against Tongbei before. Because his martial arts is not weak, and his eyes are always gloomy and lifeless, I have a deep impression on him. But the man's eyes just moved, and you can tell at a glance that he is not
one person."
"Gang Leader Qiao, his eyes are like lightning, I am ashamed of myself." Liao Jie smiled, "Does Gang Leader Qiao know about the Songshan League?"
Qiao Zhenyue shook his head.
Liao Jie looked at the leaders around him and said, "Gang Leader Qiao has also seen the difference between Shaolin's orthodoxy and secular affairs. Although this matter of orthodoxy has been around for a long time, I have a responsibility that I cannot shirk when it has developed to this point."
Speaking of this, the lay monks Yuanji, Yuanrong, Yuanhe and Yuankong all had strange expressions on their faces, and their expressions were indescribable - three parts embarrassed and seven parts helpless.
"When Lao Na first took over Shaolin, there were no lay monks in the temple. Both lay monks and orthodox monks had to abide by the temple's rules and regulations. The orthodox monks seemed to have different names, but their situation in Shaolin Temple was very different. Ordinary monks could enter the temple.
For practice, lay monks can only practice in the Zen room; upright monks can enter the Sutra Pavilion to borrow scriptures, and lay monks can only listen to scriptures; upright monks can practice upper-level Shaolin martial arts when they are old, while lay monks can only practice basic
Martial arts. Because of these differences, the secular monks in the temple often have quarrels, but physical conflicts are rare."
As Liao Jie spoke, the look in his eyes became even more lonely.
"Later, Lao Na determined to change the old system and wanted to ease the contradiction between the secular and the secular. He selected lay monks to serve as the head of Shaolin, allowed lay monks to enter the Sutra Pavilion, and allowed lay monks to practice upper-level martial arts. Later, he considered that most lay monks were
I became a monk halfway and my six roots were not purified, so I relaxed the rules and precepts. Later, the Shaolin Temple became more and more popular, and there were many things that just monks were unable to deal with. We monks can preach sutras and discuss Taoism, but we can't deal with worldly things.
Monk Zhang Er was confused and could only leave it to the lay monks, and there were indeed many talented people among the lay monks. Therefore, Lao Na began to improve the status of lay monks. More and more lay monks joined the Shaolin Temple, and the Shaolin Temple became more and more powerful.
However, unexpectedly, the rise of the lay monks aroused the jealousy of the orthodox monks. A big conflict broke out between the orthodox and secular factions three years ago. Some of the orthodox monks thought that Lao Na was apostate and apostate and favored the lay monks blindly, so they left Shaolin.
, established the Songshan League in Songshan Mountain."
After hearing what Master Jie said, Yuanji slowly said, "Abbott, please stop talking. It's because I didn't discipline the lay monks well." After hearing this, Yuanhe and Yuankong both lowered their heads with helpless expressions on their faces.
Only Yuanrong listened to what a few people said, his eyes rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking.
"I can't blame you, Yuanji. The number of lay monks is increasing day by day, and you just can't take care of it." Liao Jie said.
There are a thousand lay monks in Shaolin. Before these more than a thousand people came to Shaolin, some places were rough, some were people in the market, some were farmers who were struggling to make a living, some were refugees trying to avoid their enemies, some simply wanted to learn martial arts, and some just wanted to learn martial arts.
Revenge comes in all shapes and sizes. When people with such complicated backgrounds come together, there is no guarantee that something will go wrong.
Cheng Wu opened his mouth, his brows were deep, but his voice was very crisp and clear: "Abbott, why should you blame yourself? Everything in the world is caused by cause and effect. The vast sea can accommodate hundreds of rivers without overflowing, and the great realm can contain all things. Shaolin has both the orthodox and the secular.
There will definitely be calamities for the orthodox and secular. Some people will die in response to calamities, and some will be born in response to calamities. As long as your original intention is good and your mind is consistent, it will be firm and correct. Why should the abbot be persistent?"
"Uncle Cheng Wu is right." Liao Jie nodded respectfully, "But the matter about the Songshan Alliance..."
"Every sect in the world has its own way. Confucianism respects Confucius and Mencius, Taoism respects Laozi and Zhuangzhuang. They each have their own way. Shaolin and Songshan League also have their own way. What is right or wrong does not depend on the way or the people.
, but in the heart.”
While everyone was talking, a young novice monk ran over in a panic and shouted outside the Sutra Pavilion: "It's not good, it's not good, Grandpa Abbot, something happened in the Discipline Hall!"
