Northern Shaolin is majestic and majestic, and the temples are magnificent. The small temple that Zhike monks say is self-effacing, in the eyes of the world, is the Buddhist kingdom on earth in the book. From top to bottom, it is filled with gold and silver wealth, which adds to the
A bit of unattainable nobility.
This is not the first time Lu Hanjiang has come to Northern Shaolin, but every time he looks up at the glorious and majestic Grand Palace, he can always blurt out -
"It's so big. It will definitely sell for a lot of money if it's demolished."
Not to mention that the world upholds the value of treating money as dirt, and gentlemen like to flaunt themselves by being poor. In this pure place of Buddhism, people who open their mouths and shut up are talking about things that smell like copper. This is obviously not a good person.
Lu Hanjiang was talking to himself, Yongle noticed the glances from the nearby monks, and stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, while Shangluo on the side covered her mouth and laughed out loud.
However, it was precisely because this was not the first time that he appeared here with this face, so although the nearby monks were dissatisfied, no one did anything rude.
The last time Lu Hanjiang came to visit him was as a friend of the non-returning master, but this time, the monks from Northern Shaolin also knew his original identity in advance, Yue Lifeng, the great disciple of Xiaoyao Sect.
The person responsible for receiving the three people is still the old friend from last time, Monk Lingjing.
"Three donors have come all the way, what can I learn from you?" Monk Lingjing was still the same. Even after knowing Lu Hanjiang's identity, he still had the same attitude as before, neither close nor distant.
He vaguely remembered that he was a dull monk who accepted death, so Lu Hanjiang was not very interested in him, but since he was asked, he answered accordingly.
"It's nothing serious. I heard that your temple was robbed a few days ago. How is the loss?"
Lu Hanjiang didn't speak loudly, and the monk made Northern Shaolin look down on him from the inside out, calling him a "thief" and looking down on him to some extent.
If someone with a bad temper had come here, he might have thought that Lu Hanjiang was being sarcastic, so he might have rolled up his sleeves and started to argue.
Unfortunately, the person who came was Monk Lingjing, who just frowned and said, "Young Master Lao Yue is worried. Only some property was damaged in the temple, so it's nothing serious."
"oh."
Lu Hanjiang's expression showed disappointment visible to the naked eye. He asked again: "Have you reported to the official position?"
Monk Lingjing was stunned for a moment. Everyone knew what the relationship between the imperial court and Jianghu was. Therefore, even if something happened in Jianghu, even if the family was ruined, he would not go to the imperial court in the end. Don't ask, I just can't afford to lose this.
people.
Lu Hanjiang's question really didn't make sense, but when he thought of the connection between the other party and Jin Yiwei, Monk Lingjing was immediately relieved. He just thought that the other party was just asking a routine question because of his position.
"Why bother alerting the government if you have some extravagant wealth?" Monk Lingjing said.
"That's right." Lu Hanjiang nodded and smiled at Monk Lingjing: "That's what I mean. After all, the masters of your temple eat fast and chant Buddha's name all day long, and don't pay taxes to the court. They shamelessly go to the government to ask for help. It's a real honor.
It’s a bit overwhelming.”
Monk Lingjing's eyes widened. Although the matter was like this, when it came out of Lu Hanjiang's mouth, he felt something was wrong.
"correct."
Looking at the speechless Monk Lingjing, Lu Hanjiang asked curiously: "It is said that thieves broke into Abbot Lingxu's residence. Is Master Abbot okay? He is already old, so he didn't get scared, right?"
"
The worried look on Lu Hanjiang's face was indeed genuine, but the words he spoke seemed to be wishing that something would happen to Abbot Lingxu, making them harsh to Monk Lingjing's ears.
After keeping his mouth open for a long time, Monk Lingjing finally just replied dryly: "...Thank you, Young Master Yue, for your concern. Abbot Abbot is fine."
"That's good."
Lu Hanjiang's eyes were full of pity, and he didn't even bother to pretend, but the monks around him couldn't help but glare at him angrily.
Several people were wandering around the temple, and they met various Northern Shaolin disciples. After a conversation, they found that this party had no respect for Shaolin, and they all said they wanted to watch the fun. It was really abominable.
Immediately, an aggrieved monk of the Xuan generation came forward to stop Lu Hanjiang, wanting to teach him a lesson on the pretext of asking for martial arts lessons.
But it's a pity that although Monk Lingjing's mind is not fast enough, the rules in his heart are very rigid. These young monks who want to make trouble are stared back by him before they can speak.
After walking for a while, we came to a lotus pond. When there was no one around, Lu Han was admiring the flowers by the river and asked, "North Shaolin has a pleasant scenery. Can you let me take a tour on our own?"
There was something in what they said, and it didn’t matter whether Monk Lingjing heard it or not. Anyway, he rejected it immediately: "The three donors live in distant places, so I'll let you take the tour."
Lu Hanjiang curled his lips, then looked around Monk Lingjing, looked behind him, and suddenly pointed out: "Master, there is an undressed monk there, don't you want to take care of it?"
"What?" Monk Lingjing was stunned, and then immediately turned his head, but he didn't expect that there was not even a ghost in the direction Lu Hanjiang pointed.
Before he realized that he had been tricked, a stone hit his acupuncture point. Monk Lingjing froze up, his whole body was like a statue, and he could no longer move an inch.
Lu Hanjiang clapped his hands, shook off the ashes in his hands, and greeted the two girls beside him: "Let's go."
Yongle was stunned. She tugged on Lu Hanjiang's sleeves and whispered: "It's not good for us to be like this. Isn't it too rude?"
There are people who come to the host's house to have their acupuncture points performed, and then go and have fun on their own.
Shangluo put her arms around Yongle's shoulders and said nonchalantly: "Qiqi, you are thinking too much. Xiao Lu just pointed at the monk's nose and scolded the bald donkey. Now he is just tapping an acupuncture point. The problem is not
big."
"Hey, but my husband didn't curse anyone..."
The princess who was still confused was half pulled and half dragged away by Shangluo, with Lu Hanjiang following behind. Without the inappropriate nonsense from Monk Lingjing, the three of them were finally able to freely explore the beautiful scenery of Northern Shaolin.
The layout of Northern Shaolin is very different from that of Southern Shaolin, and they have almost nothing in common. However, Lu Hanjiang and the others found a different place here as expected.
In the southwest corner of the temple, there is a quiet bamboo forest. It seems inconspicuous, with no signboards or signs, but placed in this large temple in Northern Shaolin, it has a bit of mystery that is hidden out of thin air.
"Xiao Lu, there must be a big secret here!" Shangluo said firmly.
Lu Hanjiang didn't answer, just shrugged and said that she could just let her be happy.
Shangluo excitedly went to the bamboo forest. The three of them walked through the quiet path, and the scenery in front of them suddenly opened up. They saw a bamboo house, a vegetable field, and a big yellow dog lazily basking in the sun.
Shangluo's eyes were full of surprise. Just as she was about to step forward, she suddenly heard a scream of ghosts and wolves. She was so frightened that she looked down and saw that she had accidentally stepped on an old monk.