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"Bang! Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang! ”

After knocking on the door for a long time with all his strength, the fat man Lu was so anxious that he was about to scold and scold, "The dog bald donkey has opened the door for Lao Tzu" - but considering that this temple is called Shaolin Temple, the fat man Lu finally swallowed this breath. It wasn't until the footsteps and shouts of the pursuers behind were clear to the ears that the door of the Shaolin Temple creaked open, and a young monk came out yawning, clasped his palms together and said: "Amitabha, a few donors knocked on the door late at night, I don't know what to see?" ”

"Master help!" The fat man screamed, pushed the monk away with Xiao Erlang on his back and rushed into the temple, and pulled Shang Wanyan in casually.

"Donor, what are you doing here?" The monk was startled by Lu Da Fatman's rough behavior, and quickly grabbed Lu Da Fat Man again.

"Master, you're okay." Lu Da Fat pleaded: "Our husband and wife were chased and killed by bandits, and the servant was also seriously injured, and fled here in desperation. ”

I have to admit that the quality of monks in ancient times is generally high, and the Shaolin Temple in the south has never had any bad deeds and scandals of the real Buddhism. Therefore, although the young monk felt a little embarrassed, when he saw Xiao Erlang, who was covered in blood on the back of the big fat man, and heard the footsteps and shouts of the pursuers getting closer and closer, he gritted his teeth, and quickly closed the temple gate, and said in a low voice: "Three donors, please come with the little monk." ”

After that, the monk immediately stepped forward to lead the way, Lu Da Fat Man thanked him repeatedly, and Shang Wanyan quickly twisted the fat on Lu Da Fatty's waist, glared at Lu Da Fat Man with a red face, and was very dissatisfied with Lu Da Fatty's brazen self-proclaimed husband and wife. The big fat man smiled bitterly, leaned into Shang Wanyan's ear and whispered: "Little county lord, the situation is unknown, you should be wronged first." Shang Wanyan glanced at the fat man again and did not speak.

The young monk led the three of Lu Da Fat all the way into an incense room in the West Side Palace, first asked Lu Da Fat to put Xiao Erlang down, and then lit the lamp and handed it to Lu Da Fat Man, personally tore Xiao Erlang's bloody clothes to check the injury, and said quickly: "Donor, this donor suffered a gunshot wound, and the iron bullet is still buried in his flesh, the injury is quite serious, and the iron bullet must be taken out before the medicine can be applied, otherwise there will be a danger to his life." ”

"Then it's troublesome for the master, please save him." The fat man said anxiously: "Master, please, please save him quickly, I will definitely repay him heavily." ”

"The donor doesn't have to be polite, saving the dead and helping the injured is the responsibility of our Shaolin monks." The monk replied: "But the little monk can't save such an injury, so the little monk will go and ask Uncle Zhiheng, his old man is proficient in medical science, and he will definitely be able to cure this injury for the honored servant." ”

"Thank you, Master, thank you." The fat man Lu was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly. At this moment, a new round of knocking came, and the temple door was knocked loudly, and someone yelled fiercely: "Open the door!" Open the door! Officers and soldiers arrest thieves! Dogs and donkeys, open the door to the boys! ”

"Master, don't listen to those guys, we're not bandits." The fat man Lu was anxious and hurriedly identified himself.

"Don't worry, don't worry, whether you are bandits or not, the little monk can tell at a glance." The monk smiled and replied, "The two male donors have no martial arts, and this female donor is so weak, and there is also a donor with a gunshot wound, how can it be a bandit?" The three donors don't need to panic, wait patiently here, and the little monk will send them away. ”

After that, the monk folded his palms and retired, and the fat monk Lu and the others waited in the room with fear. Lu Da Fat Man was not at ease and leaned on the crack of the door to peek, only to see that the monk first entered the backyard of Shaolin Temple, and after a while, a group of monks ran out of the backyard with monk sticks, and the two old monks went to the gate, and the other walked directly to this side, and pushed open the door of the incense room where Lu Da Fat Man was.

"Three donors, don't panic." The old monk clasped his palms together and said: "Old man Zhiheng, who is a guest of Shaolin Temple, just heard from his nephew that one of the three donors was wounded by a gunshot and came to heal. ”

"Multi-...... Thank you, Master. The fat man Lu thanked him in fright, and hurriedly led the old monk Zhiheng to Xiao Erlang's side. Master Zhiheng first took a look at Xiao Erlang's injury, nodded, and said, "Don't worry, the musket lead bullet happened to hit the bone, and it didn't hurt the internal organs, and there is still salvation." Ask the donor to take the lamp, and the old man will heal the wounds of the servant. ”

Saying that, Master Zhiheng handed the oil lamp to the fat man Lu, and untied the medicine bag he brought with him, and took out all kinds of healing objects from it, seeing that the fat hand of the fat man holding the lamp was constantly trembling, Master Zhiheng couldn't help but smile and comforted: "Don't worry, the senior brother of the old man, Abbot Zhitong, has gone to send those pursuers, and it will be fine." ”

"Yes, yes, thank you, Master." The fat man nodded his head, trying to calm his mind and palm the oil lamp, while watching Master Zhiheng take the medicine for Xiao Erlang, while listening carefully to the movement in the front yard of Shaolin Temple.

"Not in your temple? So why is there blood in front of the door? Don't think that we won't be able to search for the blood stains on the ground in the temple if we wipe them clean, come on, let the dogs search! A fierce voice roared.

"Amitabha, this donor, although the Shaolin Temple in Putian is only a small temple, it is also a thousand-year-old temple, how can the donor be allowed to search at will?" Said in a kind and calm voice.

"Don't let you search? Do you know who Lao Tzu is? Keep your dog's eyes open to see what it is? Lao Tzu's official anti-seal letter, have you seen it? ”

"Amitabha, it turns out that the benefactor is General Yang, the general of Chaozhou Mansion, disrespectful, disrespectful."

"It's good to know that Lao Tzu is a general, now open all the doors in the temple immediately, and Lao Tzu will search room by room."

"Amitabha, General Yang, please slow down, Lao Wei has something unclear, General Yang, you are the general of Chaozhou Mansion, not the general of Putian Mansion, what qualifications do you have to search our temples in Putian? If the general must search, please go to the Putian government to get the official document first, otherwise, the old man will never allow it. ”

"Old bald donkey, dare to open a dye shop if you give you three colors? Search for Lao Tzu! What do these bald asses dare to do? ”

"Amitabha, since General Yang is so rude, don't blame the old man for offending, the monks of Shaolin Temple listened to the order and beat this group of thieves out!"

The abbot of Southern Shaolin, Zhitong, who came forward to negotiate with Yang Guotai, is obviously not a good-tempered character - nonsense, in history, in 1674 AD, Kang Xiaomazi was recruited to burn the Niu Cha monk of Southern Shaolin, where can his temper be good? The words were not right, and the abbot of Zhitong gave an order, and then the front yard of Shaolin Temple started a ping-pong fight. But after hearing this voice, Lu Da Fat not only did not panic in his heart, but all his fears and worries were swept away - with the monks of the South Shaolin Temple coming forward to block the pursuers for himself, basically as long as the enemy did not exceed 1,000 people, he could sit back and relax.

"Amitabha, good, good." At this time, Master Zhiheng had already taken out the bullet and dressed the medicine for Xiao Erlang, bandaged the wound, and said: "The two donors can rest assured, the wound of the servant has been bandaged, and the old man has also applied gold sore medicine to him, and he only needs to rest for a few days to heal." ”

"Thank you, Master." Lu Da Fat was overjoyed, and hurriedly reached into his arms to touch the silver to thank him, but after touching it, he found that he didn't have any silver at all.

When the fat man Lu hurriedly touched Xiao Erlang's purse again, Master Zhiheng clasped his palms together and said with a smile: "The donor must not be polite, it is a trivial matter, not to mention that the old man treats the injuries of the servant, and it is not for the donor's decoction and silver." The three donors, please rest assured, the old man will retire for the time being, and the old man will have someone bring vegetarian food and tea. ”

After that, Master Zhiheng saluted again, turned around and went out, and carefully closed the door of the incense room. Seeing Master Zhiheng being kind and like this, Lu Da Fatman, who is used to seeing people's hearts ugly these days, couldn't help but sigh: "Monks, real monks, how many such monks can there be in the world?" ”

"If this master hears those words that someone said in the Yaowang Nunnery that day." Shang Wanyan, who had been sitting on the edge of the bed without speaking, suddenly laughed evilly, and said slowly: "Then I believe that the masters of Southern Shaolin will definitely let someone know that the high monks will also lose their temper." ”

"Little girl, wasn't it because of you that day?" Lu Da Fat Blushed and retorted: "If it weren't for a certain little girl crying and shouting that day that she was going to become a monk, would I tell such a joke in the Buddhist hall?" ”

"I didn't let you say it?" Shang Wanzhen glanced at the fat man Lu again, and said in a very flat tone: "That day, if you hadn't deliberately made trouble and ruined my surname, maybe I would have shaved my hair in Yaowang Nunnery and become a nun, and I wouldn't have been assassinated by my brother and died." ”

"You got it?" The big fat man Lu was startled.

"I didn't know at first, but when you said that there was no one in the team who protected me except Li Tianzhi who could be trusted, I understood." Shang Wanzhen said lightly: "Li Tianzhi's team is my eldest brother's confidant, in order to save me, you want your people to not trust each of them, can I still not understand that my eldest brother wants to kill me?" ”

"This little girl is actually quite smart, not as stupid as she seems - strange, if this girl is not stupid, why is she so cold to me who is handsome and dashing? Could it be that she is short-sighted? The big fat man Lu wondered in his heart, and asked tentatively: "Little county lord, then don't you ask me, why did your brother kill you?" ”

"Not that interest." Shang Wanyan's voice was indifferent, and her attitude was as calm as if she had nothing to do with herself, and said, "I'm just wondering, who else wants to kill me besides my eldest brother?" It was two groups of people who assassinated me tonight, and in addition to wanting to kill me, they also fought together, so it shouldn't be that my eldest brother sent them, right? ”

"If the little county lord wants to know, then the lower official can tell you." The fat man hesitated for a moment, thinking that it was better to tell Shang Wanyan, so he said in a low voice: "The other group of people was sent by your second brother Shang Zhixiao, and after he killed you, he blamed your eldest brother, and your eldest brother also planned to do so, so you have to beware of them in the future, the little county lord." ”

"I'm not that interested, whatever they want, kill me if you want." Shang Wanyan replied coldly, her pretty face turned sideways, and there were tears glistening in her big clear and intelligent eyes............

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"The bald donkey is powerful, brothers, withdraw!"

At the same time, in the front yard of Southern Shaolin, the more than 20 soldiers brought by Chaozhou General Yang Guotai have been beaten by the Southern Shaolin monks, and their noses are blue and their faces are swollen - the 20 or so soldiers brought by Yang Guotai are indeed carefully selected good hands, loyal and murderous, but the problem is that they have encountered more than 100 Southern Shaolin monks this time! The enemy is outnumbered, the enemy is strong and weak, can Yang Guotai still please him? In desperation, Yang Guotai could only roar, and escaped from the South Shaolin Temple with the remaining dozen or so good hands holding their heads and rats, as for the remaining seven or eight good hands who were beaten by the Shaolin monks with missing arms and legs, they naturally became prisoners of the Shaolin monks.

"Tie them all up, and put them in the firewood room to be guarded." The abbot of Zhitong is not a stupid person, although he did not chase after Yang Guotai and others escaped from the temple, he asked the warrior monks to detain the soldiers brought by Yang Guotai and temporarily imprisoned them in the firewood room.

"Senior Brother Abbot, we are a Buddhist sect, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to detain the Manchu soldiers, right?" Master Zhiheng reminded.

"Senior brother, if we don't detain these prisoners, it will be even more inappropriate." The abbot of Zhitong said in a deep voice: "These Chaozhou soldiers arrested people in the province, and did not show official documents, and forcibly searched the temple. But if these people are just let go, then without witnesses, we really can't say anything clearly. ”

"That's the reason, Senior Brother Abbot." Master Zhiheng said with admiration.

"I can't help it, I said that there are still so many ...... living in our temple." The abbot of Zhitong wanted to explain, but when the words came to his lips, he forcibly stopped them, and ordered: "Senior brother, you ask the monk to send some food and tea to the three donors, and then invite the fat donor headed by them, I have to carefully ask the reason for this." ”

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Let's not talk about how the fat man Lu went to negotiate with the righteous and brave monks of Southern Shaolin, just said that after Yang Guotai and his party fled down the Nine Lotus Mountain where the Shaolin Temple in Putian was located, the sky was already twilight, and before Yang Guotai and others took a few breaths, Fu Honglie took ten good hands from the Dingnan Mansion along the road to find it, as soon as they met, Fu Honglie frowned and asked: "General Yang, what's going on?" Why haven't you caught Fat Man Lu yet, why are you still covered in bruises? ”

"My lord, you can't blame the last general." Yang Guotai cried out bitterly, and roughly recounted the before and after the pursuit and killing of Lu Da Fat Monk Wanyan, and said: "The bald donkeys on the mountain are really powerful, all of them have martial arts, and there are more than 100 people, and the last general will bring too few people, so they can't beat them!" ”

"Then you won't say that the government will arrest the thieves and let that bald donkey hand over the fat man Lu?" Fu Honglie continued to frown and asked.

"Got it." Yang Guotai shouted loudly and explained: "The last general not only said, but also showed the official defense seal, but the bald donkeys not only did not listen, but also fought with us and arrested seven or eight of our brothers ....... ”

"What?!" Before Yang Guotai finished speaking, Fu Honglie's handsome face turned pale, and then he raised his hand and slapped Yang Guotai in the face, roaring: "Are you a fucking pig?" How can you be so stupid? Show the official defense seal letter to the bald donkeys of the Shaolin Temple, and let these bald donkeys know that we are Chaozhou officers and soldiers! You're still fucking in the hands of those bald donkeys? Do you think this is Chaozhou, on our territory? If the Putian government knows that we have come to Fujian to arrest and kill people, how will the master explain to Geng Jimao and the imperial court? How do we explain to Geng Jimao's old things and the imperial court? ”

"Oops!" Yang Guotai's face was also pale, and he screamed: "This is Geng Jimao's territory, how can I forget this stubble?!" ”

"! You've really killed your master this time! Fu Honglie jumped like thunder, kicked Yang Guotai in the stomach again, kicked Yang Guotai on all fours, and roared: "You are still afraid that the master's virtue will not know, for her own sake, she can throw us out at any time as a substitute for the dead ghost, and give Geng Jimao and Shang Kexi these old things angry!" You not only killed the master this time, but also killed us! ”

"My lord, the last general is really in trouble this time." Yang Guotai clutched his stomach and screamed: "We have to think of a countermeasure to redeem it, at least we have to rescue the brothers who were captured by the bald donkeys, or kill them all, and we can't leave a witness for them!" ”

"Fuck you, there are one hundred and twenty warrior monks and bald donkeys in the Shaolin Temple in Putian, and countless lay disciples, all of whom are strong in martial arts, how can we save this little person?" Fu Honglie was almost mad, and couldn't help but kick Yang Guotai a few times.

"My lord, what ...... So what to do? Yang Guotai asked tremblingly.

"Damn, you broke into the disaster, and you came to ask Lao Tzu?" Fu Honglie scolded again, trying to calm himself down and think about countermeasures. After quickly thinking for a moment, Fu Honglie said again: "Get up, tell me everything about how you negotiated with the bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple, and don't miss anything!" ”

"Yes, yes." Yang Guotai agreed, got up and tried to recall, and told the story of his negotiations with the monks of Shaolin Temple in detail.

"So, you didn't say the reason why we chased and killed Fat Lu? Didn't say why we should arrest people in the province? Fu Honglie asked. Seeing Yang Guotai nodding quickly, Fu Honglie breathed a sigh of relief and said with a cruel smile: "It's good that you didn't say it, as long as you don't make it clear, there is still room for redemption in this matter." ”

"My lord, what should we do?" Yang Guotai asked in surprise.

Fu Honglie didn't answer, asked someone to fetch a rope, threw it to Yang Guotai and ordered: "Tie yourself up, no way, this time I have to pretend to be Fu Qingtian again, I have to escort you, a lawless general, to Shaolin Temple to take the blame." ”