At night, at the foot of Shaomu Mountain in Dengzhou, Henan, in a small courtyard in Zhouhe Town. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Monk Guanglu not only played a few styles of 'Guanyin's lotus', but also changed several actions such as 'taking fire from the other bank' and 'rooting old trees'.

When this battle was over, even a strong man like Guanglu, who had practiced martial arts for many years, would inevitably feel a little weak in his hands and feet, weak in qi and weak in body—and the woman who had been tossed for a long time simply crossed her two white legs in a figure-eight shape at this time, and she couldn't even use the strength to close together.

Guanglu sat cross-legged at the head of the bed, caressing the woman's plump and white body without a match, but there was not much satisfaction in his heart, but he became more and more empty and bored.

More than half a month ago, when I heard a report that the Guangji monk was trapped in Yanggu, Shandong, Guanglu thought that his fortune had finally arrived - as the leader of the Guangzi generation of Shaolin Temple and the personal disciple of the abbot of Pumiao, once Guangji, the illegitimate son of the king's successor, was gone, he would definitely be a strong candidate to succeed the abbot.

But who would have thought, before Monk Guanglu was happy, Guangji's miscellaneous pieces actually escaped back one by one!

In this regard, Guanglu was of course very depressed, very lost, and very unwilling...... But he can only think about it in his heart, with the simple and ruthless means, if Guanglu dares to show a little dissatisfaction, let alone what the abbot position is in the future, I am afraid that even his life may not be saved.

So all he could do was to work indiscriminately on women for a few days.

Ay~

Sure enough, there are times in life when you have to have it, and there is no time in life to ask for it!

Monk Guanglu sighed resignedly, but suddenly had some inexplicable impulses, turned around and pinched the woman's chest full of red marks, and said, "Little lady, if you can give me a son, Lao Tzu will be exempt from all your tenant rent—no, I will buy all the fields that your family rents and give them to you!" ”

The woman had just come to her senses at this time, and was about to sit up and clean up her hands, when she suddenly heard this, her body first stiffened, and then she was busy lying down again, clamping a pair of thighs tightly, lest the 'descendant soup' spill out, and miss this great good thing.

Seeing her funny appearance, Monk Guanglu couldn't help grinning, and was about to open his mouth to laugh a few words, but the voice of his apprentice Monk Zongxuan suddenly came from outside the door: "Master, Master!" Just now, a junior brother came down the mountain to report that the abbot and ancestor asked you to go over tomorrow morning, and there may be something to explain to you. ”

What a bad luck!

Guanglu's face suddenly fell, although Zhouhe Town is at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, but there are more than ten miles of mountain roads away from Shaolin Temple, and he will definitely not be able to go up the mountain early tomorrow morning, so he must rush back to the temple overnight.

After scolding and putting on the monk's robe, Guanglu pushed open the door with a dark face, and raised his chin at Zong Xuanyi, who was waiting outside: "Okay, let's go!" ”

The master and apprentice hurriedly walked outside, and when they arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Zong Xuan pushed open the door, but found that the master had stopped, and when he was wondering, he saw Monk Guanglu turn around and shout: "Mother Liu! I showed the little lady in the house, don't let her go home for these two months! ”

But it turned out that the woman in the house was not a good friend he raised, but the daughter-in-law of Zeng Aniu, a farmer in Zhouhe Town, just because the Zeng family rented the fields of Shaolin Temple, but could not afford to pay the high tenant rent, so she had to find a daughter-in-law who was quite beautiful, and found this Guanglu as a backer.

Usually, this woman is a wife in the Zeng family, and when Guanglu is in need, she goes to the hospital to accompany Guanglu to have fun.

This kind of thing is not unique in Shaolin Temple, and even in Daxiangguo Temple, and there are even people who do good things and give these women a name, called 'Fan's sister-in-law'.

In the past, as long as Guanglu returned to the mountain, the daughter-in-law of the Zeng family could go home and continue to live, but now he has moved his mind and wants to concoct an illegitimate child - if he still allows the daughter-in-law of the Zeng family to go back, he will really give birth to a son at that time, but how can he know if it is his Guanglu seed?

Without further ado, the Guanglu master and apprentice rushed back to the Shaolin Temple overnight, and waited outside the abbot's meditation room early after the fifth watch of the rooster crow.

After waiting for about half an hour, Monk Pumiao finished washing up before calling Guanglu in.

After Monk Guanglu entered the door, he bowed respectfully, and then bowed his head and said, "Master, I don't know what you have to call your apprentices over?" ”

The Pu Miao monk is nearly sixty years old, but the maintenance is excellent, at first glance it seems to be only in his early forties, at this time the five hearts to the sky sitting on the futon, but he didn't even open his eyes, and said indifferently: "Guanglu, you should have heard a lot about the Yanggu Wuda, but I don't know what you think of him?" ”

Recently, the matter of the pseudo-Buddha Wu Dalang has been boiling in Shaolin Temple, and Guanglu has naturally proposed this Wu Da with others, and he has already had a draft in his heart.

So he immediately replied: "Back to the master's words, that Wu Dalang is good at manipulating people's hearts, and he also has some means of pretending to be gods and ghosts, and this time he has occupied a rich place, if he is allowed to develop and grow, I am afraid that no one in Shandong will be able to control him in the future." ”

After a pause, Guanglu continued: "The disciple thinks that he will have nothing more than two ends in the future, one is that he will be rampant, evil the government, and finally be exterminated by the army gathered by the imperial court; One is to operate carefully, and in the future, it will be established in Shandong, even if it cannot be compared with my Shaolin and Daxiangguo Temple, but it also has its own atmosphere. ”

After hearing these words, the abbot of Pu Miao still asked without waves: "Then according to you, which of these two roads is beneficial to my Shaolin Temple?" ”

This time, Guanglu pondered for a moment before shaking his head again and said: "According to the disciple's opinion, whether it is the former or the latter, I am afraid that it will be detrimental to my Shaolin Temple - now Your Majesty already respects Taoism and suppresses my disciples of Shimen, if that Wuda is an enemy of the government, I am afraid that it will make Your Majesty more and more dislike Buddhism." ”

"And if Nawu University starts another sect, it will naturally divide the followers of my Shaolin Temple - therefore, the disciples deduce that these two results are not beneficial to my Shaolin Temple."

"Amitabha."

Monk Pumiao finally opened his eyes, chanted a long Buddha name, and said solemnly: "It is precisely this to worry about the teacher, so I thought about the teacher's Zen essence and thought of a third way out for that fight to defeat the Buddha." ”

"A third way out?"

"That's right, a road that will not harm the Shaolin Temple at least regardless of success or failure!"

Monk Pu Miao said, took out a letter that had been written a long time ago from under the futon, and said, "You go to Tokyo for the teacher, and hand over this letter to Master Cai Jingcai." ”

Although Guanglu had long known that Monk Pu Miao had colluded with Cai Jing, the minister of power, he couldn't figure out what this third way meant, but Monk Pu Miao didn't say it, and he didn't dare to ask in detail, so he hurriedly clasped his palms together and saluted: "Disciple takes orders." ”

(To be continued.) )