There were only four of them. They reacted differently.

Xiufa glanced at Han Yu's back in some surprise, and then stopped moving.

The fat man didn't do it, he stared at each other, his five fingers formed claws, and he was about to give the corrected bald head a bit.

But he was caught by Hu Lai, this monk frowned secretly, he was close, and he knew Han Yu very well, and he saw the clue from the sudden acceleration of his step just now.

But in front of so many monks, if the fat man catches the corrected head, then I am afraid that they will become the most unpopular guests in Shaolin in the future.

"Don't move, listen to the boss!" Hu Lai lowered his voice and said deadly.

That Tianhai had a smug smile on his face, glanced at Hu Lai gently, and muttered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Hey, when the junior brother goes out, he really becomes someone else's lackey!" ”

"Senior brother, haven't you been beaten enough last time?" Hu Lai also lowered his voice and said with a smile.

Tianhai sneered: "Who is your senior brother?" Do you think you can continue to be my Shaolin disciple? ”

As he spoke, he had already followed up, but Hu Lai snorted coldly and pulled the fat man to follow closely behind.

The abbot in front didn't seem to notice it at all, and said to Han Yu with a smile: "Black-clothed donor, please!" ”

"Abbot, please!" Han Yu also responded with a smile, without showing the slightest strange expression.

The monks in the distance also began to close the team from the halfway point of the mountain and walked towards the temple again.

Hundreds of monks, like a double dragon spitting water, stretch in, magnificent.

Inside the monastery, there were still quite a few monks, dressed in moon-white robes, and their average age was older than their companions in gray robes just now.

Han Yu heard Hu say that these people wearing moon-white monk's robes can only be worn by disciples of more than three generations, while those wearing gray monk's robes are disciples of four and five generations.

This is the first time Han Yu has come to Shaolin, and it is also the first time to enter this kind of treasure place, and he only feels that there is an indescribable solemn atmosphere around him.

The mountain gate of Shaolin is very simple, just a boulder three feet and three inches high, and the cinnabar on it is written on the left side of the big characters more than two people high: Shaolin.

And on the right side of these two words, there is a line of cursive writing as big as the mouth of the bowl: great sorrow without tears, great understanding without words, laughter without sound, is to be at ease is not less, and the truth is said to be in the forest.

Han Yu glanced at it, and only felt that this Buddha Gate was really full of Zen machines.

After passing the Shaolin mountain gate and going down a few steps, he came to the boulder he saw at the bottom of the mountain, which stood between the two mountains.

This place was far greater than what he saw from below.

Under his feet, it was not cold stones, but thick earth. It's like stepping on the heavy earth.

Closest to the gate is a huge square, half the size of a football field, that can accommodate at least a thousand people to practice boxing without being crowded.

At this time, there are two rows of monks lined up on either side, silently chanting.

Han Yu followed behind the abbot step by step and walked forward.

In the middle of the square, stands a striking wall. It is carved with a Buddha who recites mantras and transforms into a small boat to transform the world.

"All those who are obsessed with the world do not know where to end, and the Zen mind of the Buddhas should be born from this."

Han Yu read out a couplet on the wall, only to feel that it was far-reaching and quite vigilant.

Behind the wall, there is a tall plane tree, this tree, about five or six zhang high, the branches and leaves on it, spread out in all directions, like a small cloud. Just looking at the age of this tree, I am afraid that it must be hundreds of years.

"Amitabha, this monument is my Shaolin cause and effect monument, and this tree is a reincarnation tree. During the Ming Dynasty, the Shaolin monks were called to go south to fight against the Japanese, and the emperor gave a special decree in order to commend the merits of the Shaolin monks. Master Abbot explained to Han Yu on the side.

"Your temple is a quiet place outside the square, but every time the nation is in trouble, the country rises and falls, you can resolutely give up the Qing cultivation, self-fall into the red dust, such a great mercy and compassion, no wonder the treasure temple can be inherited for thousands of years, not falling glory!" Han Yu said with sincere admiration.

The abbot of the old Zen master said with a smile: "The black-clothed donor has a good reputation, and the Buddhists have a saying, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" The whole temple is just doing what it should do. Please. ”

"Master Abbot, please!" A few people crossed this wall, which is the Zhike Courtyard.

"This place is a place where the temple entertains ordinary guests, and the black-clothed donor is a distinguished guest, please follow the old man to the backyard." Master Abbot chuckled.

"Thank you, Master!" Han Yu bowed and stood, at this time, he didn't dare to say anything, where is the difference between ordinary nobles and superiors, I can deal with in the front yard and backyard.

You must know that people are kind enough to treat you as a dish, and if you say this again, it is hypocrisy.

A cadre of monks has dispersed, chanting sutras, cleaning and cleaning, and where to fight and practice martial arts, a scene of vitality.

After the Zhike Courtyard, then came to a heavy courtyard again, there are a thousand Buddha Palace, the Patriarch Palace, the Veda Palace, the Garan Palace, the Guanyin Palace, the Tianwang Palace, surrounded by the surroundings, in the middle is a lotus pond, the water of the pond is deep and clear, the lotus golden carp is born in it.

And in the place surrounded by all the halls, there is a majestic hall, sitting in the north and facing south.

This hall is about three zhang high, nearly more than ten zhang wide, outside, there are two huge wooden pillars that are more than one person thick, supporting the eaves of the main hall along the water.

Not to mention the carved beams and paintings, but it also has its own breath of time, which is condensed in it and creates a solemn atmosphere.

On the huge wooden pillar, there is also a couplet: Buddhism is vast to promote the orthodox religion and take the people to ascend to the shore of enlightenment, and the magic power is boundless, and the enlightenment of the mind leads to the early realization of Bodhi!

And in the middle, there is a width of about half a meter, about two meters long of the sky plaque horizontally, on the book Daxiong Treasure Hall four big characters, on the right is a line of small handwriting: Tang Zhenguan three years, Li Shimin, the back is used on the country's heavy jade seal.

If this plaque is written by Li Shimin to reward Shaolin, then this plaque is afraid that it has a history of more than 1,000 years.

This is probably the essence of the thousand-year-old treasure temple!

This heavy courtyard is obviously the real core of Shaolin. The abbot led the way in front, and he wanted to go directly to the side hall in the backyard to entertain guests.

Han Yu suddenly moved, stood up and said, "Master Abbot, the kid has a request, I don't know if I can say it!" ”

"Hehe, the old man has already said just now, when he arrives here, it is like going home, the donor has something to say, but it doesn't hurt!"

"Can I go inside and get a stick of incense? When I set foot in the treasure land, if I don't worship the Buddha, I always feel that it is disrespectful to my Buddha! So ......," Han Yu said softly.

"Hehe, this is right, but the old man wants to wait for you to drink saliva and rest your legs and feet, and then come to the incense. In that case, black-clothed donor, this way, please! ”

The old monk smiled slightly, and then led him towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"There is Master Abbot Lao!" Han Yu clasped his hands together and said politely.

Entering the Daxiong Treasure Hall, there are three huge Buddha statues that are more than two people high, the one on the left is Sakyamuni in the world of Bhasa, the one on the right is Amitabha Buddha in the Elysian World, and the one in the middle is the Medicine Buddha of the Oriental Pure Glass World.

The three Buddhas stand side by side, each with a vision.

Han Yu stood solemnly with both hands, holding three pillars of incense, and then he was about to bow and salute, he had just bent his body down, and the surroundings suddenly shook with a bang.

Han Yu straightened up violently, and the surroundings were already quiet. It was as if it were his delusion.

Han Yu was about to salute again, but there was a sudden bang around him, this time, he could feel it, it was not an illusion, even the stone slab under his feet could feel the movement.

The big Buddha above suddenly fell in the direction of Han Yu and retreated again.

"Oh no, boss, there's an earthquake." Hu Lai paused, suddenly reacted, pulled him from behind, and ran out.

The fat man followed closely behind, corrected, and the cultivation was originally standing at the door, but at this time, it was only a few steps, and he rushed out, and several people all had a worried look on their faces.

Tianhai's face was a little pale, and he said in a low voice: "Master, this, what's going on?" ”

"You ask me, who do I ask? Maybe, it was an earthquake. Correction frowned.

"Senior Brother Correction, we Shaolin have established a temple here for thousands of years, when has there ever been an earthquake?" Xiufa shook his head.

"Amitabha!" In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the Shaolin abbot walked out unhurriedly, and the old monk held a rosary and said loudly: "What the cultivation says is not bad!" I'm afraid that the scene just now is not an earthquake, but that my Buddha does not want to be worshiped by the benefactor, and is returning the salute. Legend has it that when the Tang King worshipped the Buddha, there was a similar situation! ”

"The black-clothed donor, worshipping the Buddha and giving birth to visions, I am afraid that I have a fate with my Buddha, and it will be unspeakably expensive in the future! The old man is here to congratulate the donor. In this way, the donor will stop worshipping and go and offer incense in front of the Buddha, which is enough. ”

Han Yu was still holding incense in his hand, and at this time, it was green and smoky.

Listening to the old monk's words, he was a little dumbfounded, although he had long known that the profession of a monk was not much worse than that of a divine stick, but he didn't expect that the other party would be able to use the topic like this.

"Ahem," with a dry cough, Han Yu said with some embarrassment: "Master Abbot is too praised, the kid is an ordinary person, where can he be compared with a generation of emperors?" I can't afford it, I really can't afford it. ”

"Hehe, why should the benefactor be so humble? Perhaps, your future achievements will no longer be under the Tang King! ”

"It's just an earthquake."

"Then why doesn't it shake in the morning, don't shake in the evening, but when the donor worships the Buddha?" The abbot said with a smile.

You can't tell me when this earthquake will come! Han Yu smiled bitterly: "Perhaps, this is just a coincidence!" ”

"That's right, the so-called coincidence is actually fate! If the donor doesn't believe it, let's just wait, this earthquake can't just shake it twice! ”

The old monk of the abbot was full of confidence and said with a chuckle.

Sure enough, after waiting for about a minute, I really didn't shake it.

In the distance, the monks in the temple were still a little flustered, but they were all quiet at this time. Some monks with status are in a few halls not far from the Daxiong Treasure Hall, looking here.

Although Han Yu didn't know what kind of heart this abbot had in mind by buttoning such a big hat on his head, out of caution, he would never easily hand over the initiative to the other party.

"Since this is the case, then I will go and worship again, if I move again, then it will prove that what the abbot master said is true!"

Saying that, he didn't allow the other party to refuse, so he walked in quickly, he bent down towards the Buddha statue, and boomed, this time, the three Buddha statues shook a little.

Han Yu straightened up, and there was silence all around.

His face was stunned, and he could no longer speak.