After an excursion in the back mountain, everyone returned to Shaolin Temple for lunch. After the meal, Su Can proposed to go to the Scripture Pavilion to have a look. Nengren and Nengzhi understood that Su Can was going to verify the statement about the Demon Land, so he made a gesture of please and took Su Can and the others to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The South Shaolin Scripture Pavilion is between the east and west meditation rooms, divided into two floors, and has countless books. The sandalwood in the pavilion was spotless, and an old monk was bent over his waist and hobbled in the corner.

Su Can frowned slightly, this Shaolin Temple is a bit inhumane, that old monk can't walk steadily, and he is still working here.

"Fengyue, don't sweep it. If a donor comes to read the scriptures, you can rest first. "I can be foolish with the old monk.

The beggars and the accompanying Tianfeng Daoist and Ruoshi were all stunned, Fengyue? How did the monks take such an unbridled Dharma name?

"Well......?" The old monk turned around, raised his white eyebrows, which were more than a foot long, raised his thick eyelids, and looked at everyone with cloudy eyes. That face, I can't tell how old I am, but the brown spots are dense, and the skin is loose and sagging and about to droop to the chest, as if it has reached the limit of human life. It is certain that he is much older than the three elders of Shaolin such as Beitian.

Could it be that there is a sweeping monk in every scripture pavilion? Thinking of Lao Jin's record in the novel "Tianlong", Su Can secretly kept a heart and looked at the old monk in front of him. But Su Can was very disappointed, this old monk didn't seem to have anything surprising except for "old".

"Don't sweep it, there is a donor to see the scriptures——!" Neng Idiot walked up to the old monk Fengyue and shouted loudly in his ear.

"Oh, oh. Read the scriptures, read the scriptures, read the scriptures, read the scriptures, it's good....... The old monk lowered his eyelids, muttered to himself, held the broom in his hand, slowly walked to the rattan chaise longue in front of the window, and then sat down with great difficulty.

Su Can was not in a hurry to read the scriptures, and asked Nengren and Nengzhi: "Two abbots, I don't know how long this Fengyue Master will live this year?" At such an age, it is really the blessing of Shaolin Temple to be able to respect and love the industry. ”

Neng Idiot shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Master Su Shi doesn't know anything. This old monk of Fengyue, originally a traveling monk from other places, placed an order here forty years ago, and has never left Southern Shaolin. No one knew how old he was, and when asked him, he only said he didn't remember. But forty years ago, when he first arrived, he seemed to be so old. At that time, I was only a teenager, and I was still a novice who carried water and swept the floor......"

After a pause, he thought about it and said: "Thinking that he is lonely and helpless, and he is a disciple of Buddhism, Nan Shaolin took him in." Many years ago, he was told not to sweep the floor. But his surname was really bad, so he turned around and forgot it, and then picked up the broom again ....... Actually, he couldn't sweep it anymore. The hygiene in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is taken care of by other monks who are quick with their hands and feet. ”

I see, Su Can nodded. But he was still a little uneasy in his heart, afraid that this old monk would be the same as the sweeping monk in Tianlong, and he would hide it deeply, and in the end, he would shock everyone. Therefore, Su Can decided to give him another try. As soon as his mind moved, Su Can's eyes looked away, but he stretched out his finger slightly, and a soft spiritual power line silently shot towards the left side of the old monk's face.

"Hey...... Yikes. The old monk screamed weakly, slowly raised his left hand, slapped himself in the face, and said, "There are bed bugs biting me, good ...... Oh yes. ”

"Nice?" Hua Feiying didn't know that Su Can was testing this old monk of Fengyue, so she laughed when she heard it funny: "This Fengyue master is really different!" ”

Su Can couldn't help but feel depressed, and he didn't try to find out why, but he was treated as a bedbug by the old monk. I don't know if the old monk is really confused, or if he scolds people by being confused. If this old guy is pretending to be confused, then you have to pay a little more attention to him.

Neng Idiot's face was slightly embarrassed, and he said to Hua Feiying: "The flower donor smiled." This Fengyue never meditates and participates in Zen, nor does he do homework or chant scriptures, so he is stupid and stupid ....... ”

While speaking, the old monk Nengwen of Southern Shaolin took a set of Diamond Sutras and handed them over.

Su Can took it and looked at it, but it was a set of woodcut versions of Buddhist classics. On the frontispiece of this set of Diamond Sutras, cinnabar is used as a warning to record the beginning and end of the demon land in the back mountain. This small number of words is no different from the statement that I can endure in the morning. Judging from the words and paper of the cinnabar book, it is indeed from the hand of Master Zongxu six hundred years ago, not the result of later forgery.

After verifying that it was correct, Su Can casually looked through some other Buddhist classics, and an hour later, he left the Scripture Pavilion with everyone. The old monk of Fengyue had been sleeping soundly on the rattan chair, like a dead man, and he didn't even make a movement to turn over and raise his hand.

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On October 9, Su Can and others spent another day in Fujian Mountain. Everyone worked together to complete the seamless connection of various tasks and grasp all the things that should be grasped in their own hands. The Shaolin monks were also quite cooperative, and did not give the beggars any embarrassment. That night, seeing that the big thing was over, Su Can announced that he would return to the capital for the second time.

Of course, the Beggar Gang left 300 capable disciples, led by Hong Jiu, to temporarily assist in the affairs of Southern Shaolin. The demonic land in the back mountain has also sent dozens of disciples to patrol in turn, not allowing outsiders to enter.

In the past few days, the news of Wanzhu Group's merger and acquisition of Shaolin in Fujian has been boiling in Jiuding, and major newspapers have paid attention to and reported it with huge pages. But about Su Can's breaking of the King Kong Demon Circle, it was reported as an entertainment event. The little reporters are not stupid, and if they offend Shaolin or the beggars by talking nonsense, this line of food will come to an end.

In addition, the three drugs newly developed by Wanzhu Group have excellent effects, and three doses of drugs can cure the corresponding diseases, which has caused a huge sensation in the capital. There is also Wanzhu Hospital, which treated Su's strange disease in the early stage, which is also well-known in the capital, and other factors are superimposed, making Su Can, the boss of Wanzhu Group, the first celebrity in Jiuding Country in recent times, and it is hot.

In the streets and alleys, there are many discussions about the origin and ability of Su Can, the chairman of Wanzhu Group, and there are all kinds of speculations and various versions of the statement.

On the 10th day of October in the Jiuding calendar, Su Can took everyone to board the plane and returned to the capital, leaving only Hong Jiu and 300 beggars to help his disciples supervise some affairs in Zhongshan, Fujian. The helmsmen of the five major rudders of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, except for Dai Feilong, the other four rudder masters all returned to their respective rudders. Liu Mingzhi traveled through Beihe Province to pick up his sister Liu Xiaodan. Lan Duxue and Hong Ziyun reluctantly returned to Wanzhuju. Li Xueqing returned to Hong Kong.

Only Ruoshi, the head of Wing Chun, returned to the capital with Su Can and others.

"Master Ruoshi, will you go back to the capital and work in our Wanzhu Hospital? What about your sect? On the plane, Hua Feiying asked.

Ruoshi smiled: "If you don't go to work, you don't have anything to eat, unlike your Wanzhu Group, now it is a big business, and it is effortless to deceive people's industry in Zhongshan, Fujian." I don't have to worry about the sect's affairs. The Wing Chun disciples are scattered all over the world, and they all play their own games, and I don't bother to care about them. ”

"What does it mean to deceive their industry, is that our ancestral industry in the first place? The rent of these 600 years has not been calculated with them! Hua Feiying pursed her lips. If it weren't for this Ruoshi, who was openly and secretly biased towards the beggar gang, Hua Feiying would definitely not let her go, and a verbal war was inevitable.

"Ahem." Su Can was also afraid that the two of them would hurt their harmony if they quarreled, so he coughed and diverted the topic: "Ruoshi, this time back to the capital, if you are willing to continue to be a doctor, I will also hire you as a vice president." Otherwise, I'm too wronged by you. ”

"Vice Dean, is there a salary increase?" Ruoshi grinned.

"Plus! How much monthly salary do you want, just go to Su Yao, and he will satisfy you. Su Can replied with a smile.

said Su Yao, but he didn't expect everyone to get off the plane, Su Yao was already waiting at the airport and was walking towards everyone. Su Can was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that we went back to the capital without notifying anyone, how could Su Yao know?

Hua Feiying, He Qingzhi and others were also surprised, and asked Su Can: "Why did Su Yao come to pick up the airport?" Who notified him? ”

Ruoshi Yingying on the side smiled proudly: "Maybe, someone is here to pick me up?" ”

Uh, ......, Su Can glanced at Ruoshi, and said in his heart, didn't you two really hook up together? (To be continued.) )