Ruoshi smiled smugly at San, then looked at Su Can and the Shaolin abbot and said, "Since everyone is so face-giving, then ...... next." ”

"Amitabha Buddha ——!" The sad and sad old monks who had been sitting in the hollow of the tree, but at this time, a Buddha horn interrupted Ruoshi's words.

Everyone looked up, only to see that the sad man had come out of the hole in the tree, braving the heavy rain, mixed with the sad world of serious injuries, and slowly came towards the rostrum. The Shaolin monks were shocked, and the abbots of Shaolin in the north and south had jumped off the rostrum at the same time to greet them, stretching out their hands to help.

Who knew that the sad and sad man waved the wide sleeves of his robe, and he had put aside his patience, and then walked straight to the rostrum, clasped his palms together, and bowed deeply to everyone on the stage.

"My Buddha is compassionate......." The sad man and the sad man spoke at the same time, and the words they said were exactly the same, and the tone and rhythm were the same:

"The leader of the Su gang is brave and brave, and the three of them are willing to bow down. Ten years ago, the donor of Lan Zhenhai was seriously injured here, and the three of them were also sad in their hearts. In order to control Fujian Zhongshan for a long time, Shaolin Temple did not hesitate to be treacherous, cheating to win, every time I thought of this, Lao Qu and others were embarrassed. The Buddha is compassionate, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to forgive our great sins...... ”

The voices of the sad sky and the sad people were not loud, but they were like the evening drum and morning bell, in the pouring rain, clearly reached the ears of everyone. At first, everyone thought that they were here to debate with the beggars or to continue the competition with Su Can, but when they heard the three old monks apologize, they were all surprised and listened in amazement.

"Min Zhongshan, borrowed from the competition at the beginning, and now it is said that the competition is returned, which is also the karmic reincarnation of Buddhism. The three of them will be liberated from now on, ......! ”

The two old monks paused, and continued to face the Shaolin monks: "Shaolin disciples, listen to the first battle, we will be convinced of the defeat, and the disciples must not use any excuse to prevent the beggars from recovering Fujian Zhongshan. This mountain was returned to the beggars, and the mountain in your heart was also gone. For a mountain, and painstakingly operated for 600 years, trembling and trembling can not be empty, which is against the Buddha's four ways of emptiness. Sin, sin ....... All the disciples practice separately, abandon all the mountains in the world, and seek the spiritual mountain in their hearts! ”

The Shaolin monks from the north and south clasped their palms together, their faces were gloomy, and they wept and bowed their heads: "Yes!" ”

Only then did the three elders of Shaolin smile, sat down on the ground in the muddy water, and recited together: "Always practice in compassion, get rid of resentment; Great compassion for all sentient beings, sorrow turns into tears. Practicing great joy is the same as the Dharma that has been obtained; To uphold the will of the Tao is to act in response to the bodhisattva's ......"

In the sound of the rain, the voices of the three elders of Shaolin gradually drifted and were almost inaudible. Neng Wu listened for a while, and suddenly shouted: "Not good! When he stepped forward to take a look, the three elders of Shaolin had already sat on the spot, and they were in bliss!

"The three uncles passed away——!" Neng Wu yelled at the Shaolin monks.

"Uncle Shi——!"

"Uncle Ancestor ——!"

The Shaolin monks suddenly became a mess and cried and pounced. There is an old family if there is a treasure, the three elders of Shaolin are nearly 100 years old, when they were young, they shook the rivers and lakes, and sat in Shaolin in the second half of their lives, which is the highest mountain in Shaolin, and the sky is great. Now that it's like this, how can the Shaolin monks not mourn?!

"It's you, the big devil, who killed my three uncles!" Neng Wu shouted angrily, and was about to pounce on Su Can. The one behind him pulled his sleeve and shouted: "Don't be presumptuous, chant the sutra first and surpass the three uncles!" ”

When the Shaolin monks heard this, they lined up in a circle of three layers inside and three layers outside, surrounded the three Shaolin elders, and sat down in the muddy water all over the ground, and chanted the mantra of the past life with their palms together in unison: "Nan no Amitaba night, Dotagada night, Dodi night him." Amiri Dubhavi, Amirida Do, Sidhamvavi. Amicando, Vigarandi, Amicando, Vigalando, ....... ”

The rain was still falling, and the Shaolin monks were all wet, but their faces were full of piety. For a while, there was a burst of Sanskrit sounds, and the scene was extremely bleak.

The three peerless masters also clasped their palms on the rostrum and chanted in a low voice.

Su Can glanced at each other with the beggars, took an umbrella from the disciple who came to answer just now, opened the head that blocked He Qingzhi, and took her off the rostrum, and behind the Shaolin monks, he bowed respectfully three times to the Dharma body where the three Shaolin elders were still sitting.

The beggars saluted in turn, and there was an endless stream.

The three of them can repent and reflect on their sins before they pass away, and then realize the perfection of enlightenment, and they can indeed be regarded as a generation of monks.

After all the beggar disciples finished saluting, Su Can waved his hand and asked the group of disciples to disperse, while he took He Qingzhi and the major elders to step on the mountain road, preparing to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to wait first.

Now is not the time to ask Shaolin for Min Zhongshan, and when it comes to handover procedures, we must wait for them to simply deal with the aftermath of the three Shaolin elders. Anyway, in today's war, I broke the circle of King Kong and subdued the demons, and the high-rollers present are obvious to all, and they are not afraid of Shaolin Temple's debts. What's more, there is also the explanation of the three elders to the Shaolin monks when they were dying.

"Stop!" Neng Wu stood up abruptly and shouted at Su Can: "You killed someone, do you want to leave?!" ”

Su Can turned around and looked at Nengwu coldly.

"It's ridiculous!" Hua Feiying shouted: "The three uncles of your family, who have realized the Tao and passed away, what does it have to do with our helper?" Speaking of the competition before, yesterday in the West Zen room, your abbot also said that if there is any injury, you will not be held accountable. What, come up with a backtrack? ”

Reading the death of the three elders of Shaolin, the monks were all sad and sad, so Hua Feiying left virtue under his mouth, and there were no insulting surnames such as scolding them bald donkeys. If it had been a moment ago, Hua Feiying wouldn't have known what to say.

Being squeezed by Hua Feiying like this, Nengwu was a little reasonable, and stiffened his neck and said: "Anyway, my three uncles died because of the competition. So Su Can is responsible......"

"Good, good, good and good, senior martial brother, listen to me." The old monk Nengwen, who had not spoken, got up from the muddy water tremblingly, clasped his palms together and said, "Senior brother is very wrong...... Before the three uncles passed away, they smiled and had peace of mind, which was actually the credit of the Su gang leader, and there was no resentment in their hearts, only gratitude. ”

"Senior Brother Nengwen, ...... you?" Neng Wu opened his mouth and stammered, frowning and groaning.

Nengren also stood up from the ground, took the words, and said: "Senior Brother Nengwen is right, Nengwu, your martial arts are very good, but the surname Wu is much worse, alas, ......." Before the three uncles passed away, they instructed us to abandon Fujian Zhongshan, and let go of the burden in our hearts, and then go to Zen with peace of mind in the future, and then look for the spiritual mountain in our hearts. In fact, it is to make us look down on everything and look at the Buddha with peace of mind. This mountain was returned to the beggars, and the three uncles were completely unhindered in their hearts, so they left with a smile. So Senior Brother Nengwen said......, we all have to thank Gang Master Su. ”

"This ......," Nengwu lowered his head for a long time, and suddenly said with a happy face: "I understand senior brother." As monks, over the years, we have also taken fame and fortune too seriously. In the future, I will definitely turn my heart to the Buddha in order to realize the path as soon as possible. Saying that, Nengwu turned around, clapped his palms at Su Can and the beggars, and pronounced a long Buddha name.

Since everyone went up the mountain, it was the first time they saw Nengwu chanting Buddha. Su Can bowed slightly, while Mo Xiaohan and the others returned the salute with fists.

Nengren turned to Nengzhi and said: "Senior brother Neng, from now on, I will return Minzhong Mountain to the beggars." I have decided to travel the world and seek asceticism. The position of abbot of North Shaolin will have to work hard. ”

At this time, after the on-demand broadcast before the death of the three elders of Shaolin, he has been enlightened in his heart, and he is determined to let go of all the fetters in order to seek the road of Buddhism. But he was afraid that he would not give up Zhongshan, so he simply gave up the position of abbot of Northern Shaolin.

Neng Idiot smiled sadly: "Senior brother said this, he probably underestimated me too much." Sitting is also Zen, walking is also Zen, a flower is a world, a leaf is like coming, spring flowers are green, autumn leaves are drifting, infinite if the heart is at ease, silent movement and static body are natural. Could it be that ......, without Minzhongshan, I can't seek the Buddha for the Tao? ”

"Good, good!" Nengren looked happy, "I didn't expect that my junior brother's cultivation was far above me." It's that I can't let go after all, and I'm in the end in the end. ”

The abbots of Shaolin in the north and south looked at each other and smiled, and clapped their palms together to Su Can and said: "Master Su, donors, please go to the main hall to sit for a while, and when we invite back the three uncles, we will immediately come to handle the handover procedures in Fujian and Zhongshan." ”

This time, the title has changed. The two abbots no longer called Su Can the leader of the Su gang, but called the master of Su Shi. After thinking about it, Su Can understood that ,—— Shaolin abbot had really let go of everything, including their identity in the martial arts.

In the eyes of Buddhist disciples, there are only donors, no people in the martial arts, and no people in the red dust. (To be continued.) )