Yang Jun was also quite confused. He didn't expect that he would make the monks of Shaolin Temple so afraid, so he hurriedly said: "We are not here to fight."
As soon as he used the dialect from his hometown in Henan Province, the monks in the Shaolin Temple immediately lost their wariness and showed kindness on their faces.
It was only then that Xiao Qian led everyone forward, clasped his hands together, and performed the Buddhist salute.
"This master, we are here just for inspection and fun, not to challenge Shaolin's unique skills."
The middle-aged monk looked at Xiao Qian cautiously, feeling that this young man was extremely handsome, naturally handsome, and full of brilliance, unlike ordinary people.
"The little donor is..."
Xiao Qian smiled slightly.
"I'm Xiao Qian."
The middle-aged monk was in a trance for a while, and then woke up. When he looked at Xiao Qian again, he couldn't help but beat his chest and feet, looking annoyed.
"Hey, Donor Xiao, you...you have caused great harm to our Shaolin Temple."
Xiao Qian was shocked.
"Why did Master say this?"
Ning Han, Yang Zhen and others were also confused. It was clear that Xiao Qian had never been to Shaolin Temple, so why did the monk express his dissatisfaction with Xiao Qian when he came up.
It’s up to the monk to clarify the confusion for everyone.
"Our Shaolin Temple has always lived in seclusion in the mountains, away from the secular world, dedicated to practice, and not bothered by fame and fortune. This is the Buddhist way of tranquility. As a result, as soon as Donor Xiao's article came out, everyone in the world said that our Shaolin Temple is really the authentic martial arts in the world. This is
Over a period of time, I don’t know how many brave and ruthless people have come here, and our temple is really disturbed by them.”
As he spoke, all the monks in the Shaolin Temple shook their heads and sighed, as if they were really suffering from it.
Ning Han and others all looked strange and kept winking at Xiao Qian, puzzled.
Are people so stupid that they can't tell the difference between fiction and reality?
They ignore that many people can even throw rotten eggs at actors because of a role in a movie or TV series. It is too common to regard the content in novels as reality.
Only Xiao Qian laughed angrily and refused to accept the accusation.
He turned around and pointed at the crowd slowly approaching at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and then pointed at the building outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, speaking unceremoniously.
"Master, please forgive me. Your Shaolin Temple is trapped in the deep mountains and old forests, and no one cares about it. It has been dilapidated for thousands of years. In such a trapped and decayed place, I am afraid that the Buddha would not be willing to come here to preach. If I hadn't written for the Shaolin Temple in the book
Zhang Yang, if your incense is cut off, how can you be as successful as you are today?"
The Shaolin Temple in the previous life was like this.
It was originally in such dilapidated condition that the monks in the temple could not even eat enough.
It was with the spread of Jinshu martial arts and the popular screening of "Shaolin Temple" that the national and local governments realized its huge economic and cultural value. After vigorous development, it gradually became the first temple in China.
In the current time and space, two or thirty years ago, there were no martial arts books or the movie "Shaolin Temple", so the plight of this Buddhist temple continues to this day.
It wasn't until Xiao Qian wrote about the Shaolin Temple in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Legend of Heaven and Sword of the Dragon" and called it the authentic martial arts in the world that it attracted the attention of the outside world.
In the past two years, the number of people visiting here has increased day by day, which will inevitably help the Shaolin Temple a lot economically.
From Xiao Qian's point of view, these monks were just pretending to be independent, but he exposed them unceremoniously.
Sure enough, facing the facts, the monks in Shaolin Temple were speechless.
After all, monks are still honest, not thick-skinned, and feel ashamed.
To be honest, during this period of time, although the tranquility in Shaolin Temple has disappeared, life has improved a lot. The monks like them have become more and more prosperous, and they have gradually become as solemn as the Buddha.
They knew exactly who brought all the blessings. If they still had to blame Xiao Qian, Tathagata Buddha would definitely blame him.
Xiao Qian didn't know what was going on in the minds of these monks. He originally wanted to use the tourists from afar to refute, but when he took a closer look, he thought, oh, this is so exciting.
Not caring about anything else, Xiao Qian ran towards the group of tourists. She was still far away when her cheerful voice resounded throughout the valley.
"Grandpa Qian, Grandpa Lu, why are you here?"
The group of people who came up the mountain from the corridor were none other than Qian Muyu and Lu Bing. The rest, as far as the eye could see, were also the big guys in Tong Yuan. If you pick anyone out at random, they are all great masters in a certain industry.
Unexpectedly, this group of big shots also came to visit Shaoshi Mountain and Shaolin Temple.
Seeing Xiao Qian running towards him, Qian Muyu was very surprised.
"Hey, why did you little monkey come to this barren mountain?"
Xiao Qian ran over and took the initiative to help Lu Bing, but she didn't get a kind word.
"Hmph, he's a little monkey who doesn't have a stable base under his butt. He keeps messing around all day long. If he comes here this time, he might cause harm to this thousand-year-old temple."
Xiao Qian feels aggrieved.
"Grandpa Lu, you have misunderstood me. I am here to give a big gift to the Shaolin Temple. Once this is done, I guarantee that everyone in the Shaolin Temple will be grateful to me."
Lu Bing obviously couldn't see anything, but his head was held higher than anyone else's.
"Hey, they are a bunch of stubborn old bald donkeys, what can you do to help them?"
What should Xiao Qian do?
I don’t even know who Lu Bing belongs to.
Qian Muyu obviously knew better, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
"Blind Lu, you and Monk Fengye have not seen each other for many years. Now that we are all running out of time, please stop arguing."
How could Lu Bing listen to advice?
"Huh, that old bald donkey in Fengye doesn't take us seriously with his guzheng in his hand. I have been working hard for several years, and I have accomplished a great job. Today I must bow my head and pay homage."
Xiao Qian's eyes were full of gossip, and she quietly came to Qian Muyu's side.
"Grandpa Qian, Grandpa Lu, have any issues with the Shaolin Temple?"
Qian Muyu's eyes widened and he tried to slap him.
"Why do kids care so much?"
Xiao Qian curled her lips, not doing it for herself.
Is it okay if you don’t say anything?
Anyway, today is here, and I will definitely be able to find out the truth.
The two groups met at the gate of Shaolin Temple. When they saw Xiao Qian, they were all respectful. Ning Han and others all shrank their necks and lowered themselves down.
On the contrary, when the monks from Shaolin Temple saw Qian Muyu, Lu Bing and others, their faces all became happy.
"It's really gratifying that these lay people are safe and in good health."
Qian Muyu has a kind temperament and can also joke.
"Young monk Yong'en is quite prosperous. It seems that he has practiced well in recent days."
Lu Bing's words were much more unpleasant to hear.
"Your uncle is still old and will never die. I will definitely not walk in front of him."
It seemed that Monk Yong'en knew about the relationship between Lu Bing and Monk Fengye. After hearing this, he had no other choice but to scratch his head. He had no choice but to accompany them respectfully and lead everyone into the temple.
The architectural layout of Shaolin Temple, when viewed from the air, relies on a long piece of terrain, like noodles.
After passing the mountain gate, there is a wide square in front of you.
Facing you in the distance is the Tianwang Hall, the Guapu Hall is on the left, and the famous Stele Corridor is on the right.
Just as they walked onto the square, a larger group of monks hurriedly came from the Tianwang Hall in the distance. The first one had a fat head and big ears, and his red cassock was very eye-catching in the bleak winter day.
"Amitabha, all the lay disciples are here, and my Shaolin Temple is filled with light. I am very fortunate."
Qian Muyu strolled over with his hands behind his back, his tone of voice friendly.
"Little monk Yongxin, I have long heard that you have become the host. How about it? How does it feel to be the leader of the largest sect in the world?"
It seems that this fat monk is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and his name is Yongxin.
Hey, it sounds so familiar!
Being teased by Qian Muyu, Yongxin blushed and felt quite embarrassed.
"Layers, don't make fun of me. The young monk is very trembling and frightened now."
While talking, Yongxin's eyes noticed Xiao Qian beside Qian Muyu.
"Xiao Jushi, I wonder when your next masterpiece will be released? I have a gracious request. I would like to ask Jushi to put the title of the world's largest sect on Niubi of Wudang Mountain."
A group of people laughed, and Qian Muyu even pointed at Yongxin and laughed and cursed.
"You sarcastic little monk, do you have any deep grudge against the Taoist priests of Wudang Mountain?"
Yongxin is broad and fat, and he does what he wants without any embarrassment.
"Jushi Xiao made our Shaolin famous in the book, and we are very grateful. During this period, because of the layman's masterpiece, my situation in Shaolin has really improved a lot. But there are too many people coming to challenge us.
A monk cannot compete with others, so he really can't stand it."
This is an extremely pragmatic monk who has seen the positive impact Xiao Qian's novels have brought to the Shaolin Temple.
With such a leader, Shaolin Temple will definitely be able to achieve glory again just like in its previous life.
