The Hanmei mask on the left side of the old monk was already very close to the old monk, and as long as he stretched out his hand, he could touch the old monk. But when he was about to reach out to grab the old monk, he was blocked by an invisible barrier, and the plum blossom mask was slightly surprised.

By this time, another withered grass mask had arrived.

The old monk turned a blind eye to them, and his mouth was full of words and words, which were indistinct.

However, the wave mask was clearly heard, and the old monk read: "If I smell it, for a while, the Buddha is defending the country......

As soon as these words came out of his lips, the wave mask shouted: "Do it!"

The other two black fighters shot at the old monk at the same time like arrows in the wind......

There was a loud bang, and the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion turned into a pile of ruins wrapped in air waves. This sound was so loud that it alarmed all the monks in the Shaolin Temple, and even the lay disciples who were working in the fields below the mountain were also startled by this sudden sound, and they all stopped their work and looked up at the mountain.

The abbot Master Xinhu took the elders of the temple to the ruined scripture pavilion. Seeing the disciples in the temple rushing to rescue the Buddhist scriptures in the pavilion, he couldn't help but be full of sadness, put his hands together, and gave a deep Buddhist salute to the ruins: "Nan Wu Amitabha Buddha ......"

The monks behind him also bowed as the abbot and chanted: "Nan no Amitabha Buddha ......"

The compassion in Master Xinhu's heart at this moment is beyond words, he is in a heartache, his heartache is not that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has been destroyed in a flash, nor is it the essence of the Buddhist scriptures and martial arts classics that have been buried under the ruins.

The scripture pavilion can be rebuilt if it is destroyed, and the essence of the scriptures and martial arts classics are buried underneath, and it takes some time to sort it out. Master Xinhu's heartache is that the guardian of the Shaolin Temple is gone.

With a sad face and a sad face, after the Buddha horn, Master Xinhu held a rosary in his hand and sat down slowly.

Behind him, the elders, the first seat, and the disciples all sat down with Master Xinhu.

"If I hear it, for a while, the Buddha is defending the country......"

"If I heard it, for a while, the Buddha, in the country of Shewei, only the tree to the garden of solitude. ...... with the Great Bhikshu Sangha"

With the beginning of Master Xinhu, the monks in Shaolin Temple have recited this Buddhist classic "Buddha Says Amitabha Sutra". At first, it was only a small group of monks near the left side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but as time went by, more and more monks participated, and the sound was loud and far away. Eventually, lay disciples and good laymen who were working at the foot of the mountain began to get involved......

On the top of a stone peak far away from them, the three black fighters watched the monks' behavior from a distance, and they didn't make any moves.

It wasn't until the end of the recitation, when the Shaolin disciples began to clean up the ruins again, that Hanmei Mask spoke, "How did he escape?"

On the other side, the withered grass mask said: "If he didn't have some extraordinary skills, he wouldn't have been able to hide under Tianzun's pursuit for so many years." ”

Wave Mask was silent for a long time before he spoke: "He won't have another chance." ”

……\t

Eastern capital, Luoyang.

It was early evening.

In a restaurant called "Juyun Restaurant", it is already full of guests at the moment, and they are disturbing whether it is lively or not. At the counter in the lobby of the restaurant, the shopkeeper was really happy to see these many diners, who would have thought that a restaurant that was normal seven days ago would be full of friends today.

This is thanks to the grandfather and grandson. The shopkeeper thought so, so he turned his eyes to the center of the lobby, where the grandfather and grandson were about to tell a story.

The old man was a gray-haired man in his fifties, nearly sixty years old, with a cigarette pouch rod in his hand, smoking it and occasionally picking up the tea on the table and taking a sip.

There was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old standing beside him, her hair combed into two small buns, her lips were red and her teeth were white, and her face was pretty, and she looked cute at the moment. The little girl held two bamboo planks in her hands, and when she saw that the guests in the audience were almost here, she cast an inquiring glance at the old man who was still smoking the cigarette pouch pole.

After getting the hint from the old man, the little girl slapped the two bamboo boards, and the loud sound shocked the diners below to suppress one after another, and the voice was much quieter.

I only heard the little girl say crisply: "Grandpa, you told the story of Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua fighting the happy king last time, and last time, you told the story of 'Xiao Li Feidao' fighting the heroes of the rivers and lakes alone in the border town." So what are you going to talk about today? Seeing that you haven't spoken for a long time, are you already finished telling the story in your stomach? That's miserable, I'm afraid you won't be able to get off the stage today. ”

The audience at the bottom will smile, this is a common method used by the grandfather and grandson, one tells a story, and the other dismantles the stage, which often makes the audience laugh.

There are all kinds of people in the audience, most of them are merchants who come and go from various places, there are also local rich people or ordinary people, and even some Jianghu customers, each sitting in different positions in the lobby of the restaurant, the distinction is obvious.

Sun Delong, one of the many spectators, sat at a single table in front of him, with a pot of old wine, a plate of peanuts, and two small meat dishes on the table, all of which were good matches for wine. At this moment, when he saw the little girl on the stage say such a paragraph, the smile in his eyes was full of love.

When the storyteller heard the little girl ask, he unconsciously hummed and laughed twice: "There are so many stories in Grandpa's belly, even if you girl hears that you are married, you can't finish listening to it." ”

The little girl shook her head and said, "I'm afraid you're bluffing people with big words again, right? When you were in Yan'an Mansion two months ago, weren't you coaxed off the stage just because you couldn't tell the story?"

The old man's face deliberately showed a look of shame and embarrassment, and said, "You girl, in front of so many scholars, why do you stop the old man and my old bottom?"

The audience began to laugh.

The little girl naturally won't let go of the old man at this moment, so she is ashamed. The old man tried his best to quibble, and his appearance was quite funny. In the end, she couldn't stand the little girl's agitation, slapped the cigarette stick in her hand, and said, "Then today, in front of many guest officials, I will tell the story in the capital." ”

The little girl asked in detail, "Oh, is there something terrible going on in the capital recently?"

The old man was proud: "This is nature. ”

The little girl glanced at the old man with disdain and said, "But as far as I know, there has been nothing big since Li Tanhua and Lin Shiyin set up a flower hall in the capital last year, and they have been married." ”

The old man glanced at her and said, "That's because you are lonely and unheard, and there are many things in the world, how can you be a little girl who can hear clearly?"

The little girl pretended to be very interested, and said, "Oh? ”

The old man shook his head and said: "If you want to talk about this, it really has something to do with Xiao Li Tanhua, but what you want to say today is not Li Xunhuan." Instead, I have to start with his younger brother, the third son of the Jing'an Hou family. ”

The little girl continued to ask in detail: "Is it the child who has had the 'Heavenly Ribbon' since he was a child?"

The old man said angrily: "Where are there so many questions, you don't listen to the story, and the guest officers sitting here still have to listen to it." ”

The little girl smiled sweetly: "You keep talking." ”

Until the time when the lights were up, the old man's paragraph: "Li Sanlang plays Mei Xiangzhu three times, Xiaowen Ju skillfully solves the Yan corpse case" is talking about the lively place: "...... If others ask, who is the female corpse that appeared in the public in the court? But it is the famous red man in the small building of Fengyue, and the one named Zhao Qiqi is. The people around him were full of shock, and they didn't know why, how could Zhao Qiqi, who was still dancing on stage just a moment ago, suddenly die here? ”

But at this moment, that little writer lifted Li Sanlang, unpanicked, walked to the corpse, and carefully examined it. Zhu Shizi said on the side: "San Lang must not move the corpse, wait for the arrival of the Jingzhao Mansion." But seeing Li Sanlang shaking his head slightly, he suddenly turned around and said, "There is only one truth, and the murderer is still in the banquet......"

Speaking of this, the old man put the cigarette pouch in his hand on the table and gently knocked it and said, "If you want to know what will happen next, all the guest officers will come tomorrow morning." ”

The audience below was hearing the key point, but the old man stopped abruptly at this time, and he couldn't help but be dissatisfied. But there is no way, listening to books these days, they know the temper of the old man, even if you drop ten thousand taels of gold at this moment, the old man will not say a word more.

So I could only stand up and walk out unhappily. There are really people who are worried about the story, and their friends whispered among each other: "Then Li Sanlang just got Chinese and was ashamed to be a guest at home, and there was such a thing, it was really obscure." ”

Another said: "I don't care if he is obscure or not, I just want to know who killed this Zhao Qiqi." ”

There was another person behind the two of them: "I don't care who killed Zhao Qiqi, I just want to know if Li Sanlang and Mei Xiangzhu hooked up together, what about the three plays, this is just the end of the second play." ”

The man next to him said, "Li Sanlang is only twelve years old, so Mei Xiangzhu is older for him, right?"

The man said disdainfully: "The big family is pickled, where will you understand." I dare to say it, don't look at this Li Sanlang is only twelve years old, I'm afraid that I have already tasted the taste of a woman. ”

A group of people rushed out of the restaurant, and the shopkeeper walked up to the old man who had just come down from the stage with a smile, handed over a bag of silver very respectfully, and said, "There is Mr. Laosun." ”

The old man smiled and said, "The shopkeeper is polite." ”

was about to reach out to pick up the silver bag, but was snatched away by the little girl: "It's better for this girl to keep it, with the silver, grandpa, you are going to buy wine again." ”

Speaking of this, the little girl tilted her head slightly, and said with a smile like a flower to Sun Delong, the "Back Mountain Tuolong" who had just stood up from the chair in front of her: "Isn't it?

A "Dad" called Sun Delong's heart almost melted, but he still pretended to have a straight face, and said, "It's not big or small, how can you talk to grandpa?"

The little girl stuck out her tongue at him gently, playful and cute.

Sun Delong shook his head and smiled, feeling that there seemed to be no way to take this girl.

When the shopkeeper saw that this man with a short stick in his hand and full of anger, he knew that he was a man from the rivers and lakes who was not easy to mess with, and he didn't dare to do much, so he felt that he had retreated.

By this time the night was deepening, and the last quarter moon hung in the sky like a bright hook.

The three of them walked out of the restaurant and walked towards the rented yard.

(It's on the shelves, thank you for your support, well, there's another chapter in the evening, thank you)