The dead fat man immediately scoffed: "What can't you live and not die?" If you are a human being, you will always die, could it be that you are imprisoned in Shaolin Temple, what kind of thousand-year-old demon can you be? We all laughed, but the little monk Miaohui nodded very seriously and said, "I heard Master Yannian say that this monster has been imprisoned here since the beginning of the construction of the Shaolin Temple. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

When I heard it, I was not happy: "Little monk, the monks don't speak, have you ever been to school?" Do you know what year the Shaolin Temple was founded? It was established during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and it is not a few years younger than Cao Cao and Zhuge Liang, and it has been at least 1,500 years since now, how can anyone live for so long? ”

The little monk Miaohui was anxious, and stammered: "You also know, if the monks don't speak, how can I lie?" That's exactly what my ancestor Master Yannian said. He also said that even in the Shaolin Temple, only a few abbots and elders knew about this big secret. ”

We were more and more surprised, and looked the little monk up and down, only to see that his face was full of sincerity, and he had no intention of lying at all. It can be seen that he is telling the truth, but if that is the case, how can it be? How is it possible for someone to live for a thousand years in one sitting?

Sun Hongxu looked at me and said hesitantly: "Lao Hua, it can't be a person." I nodded and asked the little monk, "Miaohui, where is that guy being held?" Miao Hui refused to say, but said: "Flower donor, you still don't want to fight that monster's idea, no one can kill him, the ancestor of Bodhidharma had such a high level of martial arts, and he couldn't kill him, you better don't bother." ”

I pulled the little monk and sat down on the stone steps at the door, pointed to the Gatling heavy machine gun in Yadato's hand, and said, "See that thing, right?" The little monk nodded: "Gatling heavy machine gun." I laughed and said, "You know a lot!" The little monk said ashamedly: "These secular things don't need to be known, but over the years, there has been an endless stream of tourists in the Shaolin Temple, and they have explained a lot of knowledge to me." ”

I sighed and said, "It's good that you know, although your Bodhidharma Patriarch is powerful, it may not be better than the Gatling heavy machine gun, and now that we have these weapons, we should be able to kill that monster." When the little monk heard this, he was not happy but worried, and sighed: "Bodhidharma Patriarch pioneered Shaolin martial arts, his own martial arts are unfathomable, and he is the only person who is proficient in the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin Temple." He can cross the river while standing on a reed, and he can break the gold ingots in half with the strength of one hand......" The little monk looked back at the Gatling heavy machine gun and asked me, "Can this thing pierce the gold ingots?" ”

I was stammered by the little monk's question, and I couldn't speak. Everyone also looked at each other, only Guo Yahui coughed dryly, and said in a stiff Chinese dialect: "You, little monk, bragging." Sun Hongxu hurriedly pushed her aside and said: "Don't talk nonsense, since ancient times, heroes have come out of Shaolin, and Shaolin warrior monks have long been famous all over the world. For more than 1,000 years since then, the emperors of all dynasties have added to the Shaolin Temple, otherwise how to achieve the world's first famous mountain and ancient temple? After he finished saying this, he found that Guo Yahui didn't seem to understand, so he quickly said it in Vietnamese with black lines on his head.

Some of the brothers next to me had already begun to sneeze, so I patted the little monk on the shoulder and said, "Little master, you see that our people's clothes are soaked, can you find us some dry clothes to change first?" The little monk Miaohui immediately folded his hands: "Please come with me." ”

We first assigned a small team of men and horses to be on duty, and the rest of the people followed the little monk to the apse in a swarm, and not long after, they came to a side hall, the little monk pointed to the monk's clothes drying in the courtyard, and said, "Take it as well." ”

We thanked the little monk and changed into clean clothes, and then we felt a little better. Miao Hui smiled and asked, "You are not far away, you are not just asking for a few clothes, right?" I blushed a little, people have always given alms to monks, and the first time I was given by a monk, I said, "We want to find some ancient Sanskrit literature." ”

The little monk Miaohui let out an "oh" and said, "This is simple, there is something in the Scripture Pavilion." ”

At that moment, I was almost fainted by direct happiness, what? What's in the Scripture Pavilion? His grandmother's, I knew it was so easy to get, so why did we have to go all the way to India for a run? The little monk Miaohui saw my strange face and said differently: "Flower donor, what's wrong with you?" I was still a little unconvinced, and asked, "What did you say?" Ancient Sanskrit literature, what is in the Scripture Pavilion? ”

The little monk Miaohui nodded and said, "Yes...... That's not a very unusual thing, in addition to the Shaolin Temple, many temples have scriptures in the building, the Buddhist Association of China will use the money donated by people every year to reprint Buddhist classics, distributed to lay people, monks...... I am afraid that every person who cultivates himself to the Buddha has several scripture books in Sanskrit and Chinese corresponding to each other in his hand. ”

Depend on!

We people are ashamed and almost have no place to be ashamed, and the so-called Indian non-learning is actually flooded in our country to the point that it is equivalent to Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market. I was speechless to the sky, I really wanted to scold my mother. It's not to scold our mother, but to scold the mother of the third brother in India, what ****** thing, I can't keep the culture of my own country, I can't keep the grass uncle, and the whole god is mysterious, so we ran all the way to India, and we were chased and beaten by the zongzi, and we were besieged by the sea snake, and even the old flower was extremely miserable and bit Naga's ass .......

Sun Hongxu understands my current mood better, he grabbed my shoulder and shook it a few times, and said with a wry smile: "Forget it, Lao Hua, don't get along with yourself, it's also our fault, we don't even touch the situation of our own family." The dead fat man was also crying and laughing over there, and seized the opportunity to hit me: "I said Lao Hua, I used to treat you as the reincarnation of Zhuge Liang, and now it seems that it is really a bit like Oh, you kid will also be careless and lose the street pavilion." ”

I was wearing a monk's robe and a bald head, standing side by side with the little monk, and I really looked like a senior brother. The little monk Miaohui smiled and said, "Everyone, please come with me, and don't damage the things in the Scripture Pavilion at will." We happily followed the little monk all the way and gave him a reassuring pill: "Don't worry, these books are treasures of human civilization, and we will be more careful." ”

Soon after, we came to a large hall, there are many stone tablets at the door, Shaolin Temple three, many monuments, many towers, many murals, it is not surprising. The strange thing is that in front of the door of the Scripture Pavilion, there is actually a large stone mill. The little monk saw that we were all surprised by the big stone mill, so he smiled and said: "This large stone mill in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is made in the 43rd year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty (1564 AD), and it is a tool used by monks to grind noodles in the past, and it is said that it can grind more than 1,000 catties of wheat every day. ”

As soon as the words fell, the dead fat man pointed to the east side of the passage under the stage of the Zangjing Pavilion, and said in a lost voice: "Damn!" There is a big iron pot over there......" The little monk nodded and introduced to us: "This big iron pot weighs 1,300 catties, and was cast in the fourth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (1576 AD), and it is said that it was used for stir-frying in the heyday of the monks. ”

We looked at the cauldron weighing thousands of pounds, and our psychology was imagining how amazing it must have been that during the Ming and Ding dynasties, the number of monks in the temple and the exuberance of incense should have been.

The little monk stood in front of the door of the Scripture Pavilion, but did not open the door, and said, "This is the Scripture Pavilion." Seeing that the dead fat man was about to open the door, he hurriedly stopped: "Slow, slow." Ladies and gentlemen, think about it, around this Shaolin Temple, there is nothing to hide, after thousands of monks and tourists in Shaolin Temple go crazy, I am afraid that they can only hide in the various halls during the day, to avoid direct sunlight, everyone must first prepare for self-defense, and then provoke their good. ”

As soon as the dead fat man heard that what he said made sense, he hurriedly began to arrange for the heavy machine gunner to be in place. The little monk hurriedly stopped him and said, "No, this shot will easily destroy the books inside." This canonical pavilion stores the Chinese Tripitaka, Dunhuang Tripitaka, Japanese Taisho New Tripitaka, Goryeo Tripitaka, Siam Tripitaka, Tripitaka Ancient Tianzhu Template and Buddhism, Shaolin martial arts and other classics. Many of them are lonely, and once they are destroyed, they are gone. ”

I quickly nodded and said, "Yes, we can't learn from the Indians, although this Buddha culture, although it was first created in India, it is prosperous in my China, and it must not be destroyed in our hands." The dead fat man was anxious: "Then what should I do?" I looked at the door of the Scripture Pavilion and said to everyone, "Ou Xiang stays, and the others disperse." At the sound of the order, everyone retreated together, and there was only one Ou Xiang and one brown panda left by my side. The dead fat man was afraid that he would not be safe, so he sent two more dwarven warriors to me.

I repeatedly instructed Yadato and Yakari not to use heavy machine guns and grenades, and after gesticulating for a long time, they finally understood what I meant, and picked up the double-edged battle axes they had brought with them. The bronze shields were too big and bulky for the dwarves to carry with them, and they were thrown on the side of the dwarven tribes of Hyderabad.

I saw that the equipment was almost there, so I said to Ou Xiang: "Man, it's up to you now...... Use your claws to open the door of the Scripture Pavilion. Ou Xiang nodded, took off the flying claw from his waist, threw his hand, and was on the door of the Scripture Pavilion, pulling hard, "squeak", and the door of the Scripture Pavilion opened.

"Hiss......" Almost at that moment, there was a sudden howl from the Scripture Pavilion, and then a figure quickly rushed out of the main hall, the guy was bald and bloody, and smoked all over his body with the sunlight, and it looked like a mutated zombie zongzi.

Although the dwarven warrior's movements were fast enough, the brown panda took advantage of his height and arm length, and took the first step, striking like lightning, and slapping the black shadow to the ground with one claw.

When we looked into the Scripture Pavilion again, we were all stunned, only to see that in the huge Scripture Pavilion, there were countless bald dumplings standing densely, and the sunlight that shone into the house from the gate killed more than a dozen bald dumplings in an instant, and the remaining dumplings were terrified and desperately tried to hide in the house.

The zongzi in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were very afraid of the sun, which was quite beneficial to those of us who were standing outside the house, and the dead fat man slowly came over, and after making sure that there was no danger, he said: "Old flower, what should I do now?" Those bald dumplings don't dare to come out, but we can't get in. ”

I listened, didn't care, waved at the brown panda, and said, "Man, it's up to you now." The brown panda nodded, gesturing to reassure me that everything was on it. We were about to watch a good show of the brown panda killing the bald zongzi, who knew that the group of zongzi suddenly shot, each carrying a stick in their hands, crackling and beating, the brown panda staggered out in embarrassment, and the nose was beaten in the snow.

Grass! What is this called? It was the first time that the brown panda had suffered such a big loss, and not only was it shocked, but even I felt incredible. I turned my head to look at the two dwarven warriors, and saw that they were both earthy too. Zongzi can't beat the dwarves because the southern zongzi have little strength and have no weapons in their hands. When the dwarves encounter the terrifying northern zongzi, the advantage is the weapon in hand, once the northern zongzi has a Shaolin stick in his hand, although the dwarf warrior is strong, but it may not be the opponent of others.

For a moment we were in a stalemate with the bald dumplings in the house, and I called everyone together for an emergency meeting before the battle, and said to everyone: "Comrades, brothers, believers...... Believers or anything else, guys, now the bald dumplings are guarding the scripture pavilion, and we have to go in to find the literature, now everyone hurry up and come up with some way, not to destroy the things in the house, but also to kill those zongzi. ”

The dead fat man ran out without saying a word, and after a moment he ran back again, with an extra rope in his hand. He put his hands on a looper on the end of the rope and said, "Let's learn how to learn from the Mongolian horse, and pull out those bald dumplings one by one." ”

Everyone glanced at each other and felt that this method was feasible, so they immediately prepared, with the dead fat man in charge himself, the two dwarf warriors were responsible for killing, and the brown panda stood behind the dwarf warriors, ready to respond.

The dead fat man spat and foamed at the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands, rounded the rope sleeve, and threw it into the main hall, the bald dumplings in the hall were densely packed with hundreds of people, and there were hundreds of people, and they didn't even have to aim, so they hit the heads of the two bald dumplings at once, and the dead fat man was immediately overjoyed, tightened the rope, and wanted to pull the two bald dumplings out of the hall. Who knew that under a pull, the other party did not move at all, but when he pulled again, it aroused the vigilance of the two bald dumplings, and he struggled to retreat to the corner, almost pulling the dead fat man into the main hall.

We all rushed up, and twenty or thirty of us worked together to finally pull out the two bald dumplings, and Yakali and Yadato pounced on them and killed them with an axe. The reservists immediately dragged their bodies away.

Although the first battle was successful, but it also made us all tired enough, the dead fat man encouraged Yu Yong, made persistent efforts, and hit a bald zongzi, this guy was weak, and before we were pulled out of the door, he was killed by the sunshine belt thrown into the hall.

In this way, we were all busy for more than two hours in one go, and pulled out more than 100 bald rice dumplings from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, hacked them to death and threw them away. This kind of strength is really not very good, each of us is tired and panting, seeing that there are still more than half of the zongzi in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I gasped and said: "No, this method is too slow, before we can pull them all out, the sun will go down." "As soon as the sun goes down, our advantage is gone, and those bald dumplings with sticks in their hands don't need us to pull, and they will rush out to find us desperately.

The dead fat man also had to be convinced, and asked dejectedly, "What should I do then?" Who has any other ideas? We all shook our heads one by one, there was no good way, Wu Shuyuan stood up, pointed to the roof of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and said: "I think everyone should stop setting zongzi, these bald zongzi are more afraid of the sun than they are afraid of the board axe, we just need to send someone to climb up to the roof, remove all the tiles on the roof, and let the sunlight shine directly into the hall, isn't it?" ”

As soon as Wu Shuyuan's words fell, the dead fat man jumped up and said with a smile: "Good boy, this idea is good, simple and reliable...... Old flower, make a statement. ”

I looked up at the roof, didn't speak, turned my head to look at the little monk Miaohui, the little monk was very well-behaved, and immediately said: "Shaolin Temple has experienced several disasters and reconstructions for more than a thousand years, and the scale of Shaolin Temple was very large in its heyday. In 1928, the warlords fought in a scuffle, and the warlord Shi Yousan burned the Shaolin Temple, destroying the main buildings such as the Tianwang Palace, the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the Dharma Hall and the Bell Tower. Many precious scriptures, temple records, and boxing books were burned to ashes. After 1982, the state carried out a large-scale restoration and reconstruction of Shaolin Temple in order to facilitate cultural exchanges between China and foreign countries. ”

I nodded and said to the dead fat man, "Hear me?" We don't have any engineers or masons among us, so who will rebuild it if we tear it down? A broken house is worthless, but there are countless Buddhist classics in it, do you also want to be Shi Yousan and be scolded by future generations? ”

When the dead fat man heard this, he opened his mouth and stammered: "Then what do you say?" Before dark, if we can't find the ancient Sanskrit materials, we will not only have to face these hundreds of zongzi in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but also thousands of bald zongzi in the Shaolin Temple will come to the door, how will we deal with it then? ”

I shook my hand, looked up at the glare of the sun, and said, "Don't worry, I have a solution." He turned around and instructed my stupid apprentice: "Yuqi, you send someone to remove a few of our armored car mirrors." The slow-minded people haven't reacted yet, and the quick-witted people have already shouted loudly, and Ou Xiang and Sun Hongxu have already taken the lead in running out to disassemble the reflector.

The dead fat man looked at me blankly for a long time, and scolded me very seriously: "Old flower, it's not me criticizing you, why did you only think of such a good idea now?" You are responsible for the time we wasted in the morning. (To be continued.) )