When the little monk saw the monk's posture, he knew that he couldn't be provoked, so he hurriedly invited the host. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yongnian got up early in the morning and was sending someone to sort out the Buddhist scriptures, and when he heard that something like this had happened in front of him, he hurried over.

"I wonder why the donor is angry?" Yongnian came to the front and said.

In fact, Yongnian didn't know what to call the person in front of him, he looked like a monk. The clothes on his body were tattered, but he still looked like a monk's robe. The head was full of hair, and the hair was so long that the hat couldn't hide it. He still has a string of Buddhist beads around his neck and a worn-out fan in his hand. At first glance, Yongnian felt like a monk who was placing orders everywhere. But the monk in front of him didn't have the momentum after placing orders everywhere, so he had to call the donor first.

"Don't call it a donor, let me ask you, why don't you let that kid burn the first incense?" The monk said angrily.

Yongnian understood what was going on, and replied: "The donor doesn't need to be so anxious, that child has been burning incense for many days, and we are also deeply moved." But he was wearing a pair of shoes with cowhide soles, and our Shaolin Temple Buddhism was pure, how could we let him burn his first stick of incense? ”

"Oh?" The monk laughed and said, "A good Buddha is pure, just because his pair of cowhide shoes are not allowed to be incense?" ”

The monk rushed over with an arrow step, and the speed couldn't help but be secretly surprised by Yongnian. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, how could he not understand the doorway of this. The monk in front of him was dressed in tatters, but this light skill was already superior.

The monk rushed to the side of a drum, slapped the drum heavily, and angrily rebuked, "Isn't this drum made of cowhide? ”

Yongnian was speechless.

The monk raised his hand and clenched it into a fist, and smashed it into the drum, and a huge cowhide drum was smashed in one fell swoop.

"This..."

Before Yongnian could speak, the monk said, "You monks, you only know how to recite sutras and eat some fasting meals every day, and the incense money donated by people who come and go is not for you to buy noodles to eat!" Buddhists are kind to all things that are good and people who are good, how can they stop them because of such things? ”

Yongnian who said these words was red-faced, bowed his head and said nothing.

The monk walked in, pointed with a fan, and said, "You, you, the presiding officer of a temple, can't even do such a trivial thing." Presumably, your elders have already entered the customs, and your heart is moved, but this Shaolin Temple is going to cause trouble. ”

Yongnian was taken aback and said: "What this senior monk said is reasonable, and the abbot of my family also said such things and went to the customs." Don't know what to do? ”

The monk shook the fan in his hand and replied, "Your Shaolin faction is the largest faction in the world, and there are many of them. But the headquarters of the Shaolin faction is only you. Although the Shaolin faction is different from the sects on the rivers and lakes, it has its own specifications, but it can be a big move, and someone will inevitably do bad to you. ”

"Oh? I would like to hear about it. Yongnian folded his hands and asked in a low voice.

"The Buddha said, don't say it." The monk shook the fan lightly and said, "As long as you know, there will be a big chaos in the temple recently, and you should be careful." ”

After saying this, the monk stuck the fan on the clothes at the back of his neck. Picked up the drum, held the drum in one hand and the shoe in the other, and prepared to go down the mountain.

"Monk, wait!" Yongnian hurriedly stopped.

"What else?"

"Please ask the monk to leave his Dharma name and hear his name."

The monk laughed and said, "I am the Lingyin Temple of Xishan, and my Dharma name is Daoji." ”

When Yongnian heard this, he hurriedly knelt down. Seeing this, the little monk in the back also knelt down with him.

"I don't know that Lord Luohan is here in person, the little monk is guilty." Yongnian said.

Dao Ji looked indifferent and said, "It doesn't have to be like this. You must know that this Buddha should be in your heart, not in this temple. ”

With that, Dao Ji walked out with his things.

After a while, Yongnian raised his head, and his face was very unpleasant.

"Host, what's wrong with you?"

Several people helped Yongnian up and asked.

"It's okay, the one who came just now is the senior monk of Lingyin Temple, Dao Ji, known as Jigong. Legend has it that the Great Luo Golden Immortal descended to the dragon and the Arhat descended to the world. Since Lord Luo Han said this, I am afraid that it is because I have disturbed the purity of Shaolin Temple because I have moved my mortal heart. ”

Yongnian sighed and said, "At noon today, everyone came to sit in my room after fasting. I'm going to announce the new host, and I'm wandering around ever since. ”

Everyone was amazed, but they could not be persuaded either.

In the afternoon, Yongnian called everyone to his room and said everything in general terms. He brought everyone to the lobby, faced the golden body of the Buddha, and passed on his presiding identity according to the rites handed down. The monk who has been following Yongnian is called Yongji, and now he has also taken over the mantle of hosting.

Take care of everything, and forever remember that you are still vulgar at the age of seventy. The Shaolin Temple burns incense every day, so that pilgrims will not notice the change in the person who has been standing in the lobby.

After that, the rivers and lakes suddenly spread all over the pagoda of Shaolin Temple, there is a Buddhist treasure, Shaolin Temple was stared at by all walks of life on the rivers and lakes. The mountains here in Fujian are high and the roads are far away, and they are quite clean.

Yong has been relieved to take care of everything in the Shaolin Temple, and even the pagoda is cleaned from top to bottom every day.

For many days, the Shaolin Temple was calm. Even Yong Ji felt that Yongnian was scared by the monk, and nothing would happen to Shaolin Temple.

One day, a pilgrim came with a stick of incense in his hand. The incense is very coarse, and it stands out from the crowd on the offering table.

After the person came to the incense, he didn't know what to say silently, and suddenly fell to the ground and convulsed.

"Alas! Alas! ”

The little monk on the side saw him fall and hurriedly stepped forward to help. It was noon, and there were so many pilgrims who offered incense that everyone gathered around. The monk who was temporarily standing in the lobby next to him looked bad and hurriedly went to find the host.

The host hurriedly walked over, only to see that the ground was surrounded by people, and a few small monks maintained it, and Yong had just gotten into the crowd.

Looking at the people lying on the ground, he never dared to be half lazy, and said to the little monk next to him: "Go and ask Wuqing." ”

Shaolin Temple has all kinds of martial arts, but also all kinds of pathologies. This Wuqing is a master in the Shaolin Temple, with superb medical skills and some divine sense. He can cure all the diseases of light and darkness and imaginary diseases. Hearing the host's pager, Wuqing also hurriedly ran over.

The man lying on the ground closed his teeth and his eyes turned white. The monk on the side tried his breath and found that he was out of breath.

While everyone was anxiously waiting, Wuqing finally arrived. rushed through the crowd, checked the pulse of the person lying on the ground, and found a few key acupuncture points and pinched them.

"Wuqing, how is he?" Yong asked.

Wuqing shook his head, took out a silver needle from the package he was carrying, inserted it into his acupuncture point, and then stood up and said, "This person, I'm afraid it won't be." ”