Chapter Eighty-Seven: Huangshan Shaolin

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There are many Taoist temples in the mountain, and there is an endless stream of literati and tourists, and it is a first-class tourist attraction.

But what makes the mountain most famous is a Buddhist temple located in the middle of the mountain.

That Buddhist temple is called Shaolin.

Buddhism martial arts learn Shaolin, which is the recognized truth of the world's Buddhists.

Shaolin has a long heritage, the specific time of existence has been difficult to trace, only know that the ancestors in the temple since the establishment of the first dynasty in the Central Plains has been widely spread Buddhism in the Central Plains, this Buddhist temple is longer than the history of Confucianism, Taoism and Demons.

For thousands of years, almost every generation of Shaolin Temple has a master of the realm of the great master to suppress the world, and the three major divine skills of the temple are unpredictable and famous.

In the Shaolin Temple in the early morning, the sound of the bell echoed in it, waking up the monks who were lying in the bed.

After a while, after the monks got up, the big monks were busy doing morning classes, chanting Amitabha, and the little monks had to pick up firewood and fetch water, which was not that the big monks bullied the children, but that every new disciple must go through.

After some hard work, it was finally time for breakfast, although the little monks had already cheered in their hearts, but the strict temple rules and precepts made them have to suppress the joy in their hearts to the bottom of their hearts, holding back their red faces and sitting neatly, waiting for the meal.

Several big monks stood not far away with cold faces, responsible for monitoring whether the little monks had violated the precepts.

After breakfast, the square outside the main hall of Shaolin resounded with the shouts of the little monks' martial arts.

In the Luohan Hall, a group of young monks who were recognized as having the best martial arts qualifications practiced boxing under the guidance of a young monk.

The fist wind whistled like a mountain, and the sound of breathing and panting was endless. Occasionally, a young monk would stop a certain practice if he had gone wrong, give a few gentle instructions, and occasionally give a few moves with his own fingers.

He was dressed in a moon-white monk's robe, with a handsome face like a woman, and a temperament like a feathered immortal.

He is the disciple of Master Zhiqing, the abbot of Shaolin, the name of the law is impossible, the Buddhism is profound and the martial arts are outstanding, and he has won the appreciation of the elders of this generation of Shaolin, and even the abbot of Zhiqing, the first of the three recognized masters, is extremely satisfied with him.

It's just that because he has never walked on the rivers and lakes, the world does not know the depth of his martial arts, and there is a lack of empirical evidence, so he has never been included in the list of the six young masters on the rivers and lakes. In fact, it is generally believed that Master Zhiqing's apprentices are by no means weaker than others.

In the Dharma Hall, many famous figures in the Shaolin world have gathered here, and they confirm each other's martial arts and pursue the supreme achievements of martial arts.

Abbot's room

Abbot Zhiqing was meditating on a futon with a Buddhist scripture in front of him.

Master Zhiqing is nearly eighty years old, kind and kind-eyed, and looks no different from an elderly monk.

As early as ten years ago, this great master of the Gaidai Dynasty had stopped practicing martial arts, let alone used hands with others, and now he has long put away all his sharp energy, and seems to have completely forgotten all the martial arts of the Gaidai, and only reads Buddhist scriptures or meditates to spend time every day.

Abbot Zhiqing's life experience is legendary. When he was a teenager, his performance was very ordinary, and he was not ranked at all in the martial arts realm among the senior brothers, although he gradually caught up with some senior brothers in middle age, but he still had not stepped into the realm of the grandmaster, and the middle and senior leaders of the temple generally believed that he had no hope of being a great master in this life.

But contrary to everyone's expectations, when he was nearly fifty years old, Master Zhiqing was enlightened and entered the realm of a grandmaster within a year, and then he continued to advance to the great grandmaster after three years, setting a record for the fastest advance from the realm of a grandmaster.

It was a blind eyeball for his generation.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside the house, and a middle-aged man's voice sounded: "Abbot and ancestor, master and nephew Wutian ask to see him." ”

Master Zhiqing opened his eyes and said softly, "Senior nephew, please come in." ”

A middle-aged monk dressed in a gray robe walked in.

Wutian held a letter in his hand, and he respectfully handed the letter to Master Zhiqing and said, "Abbot Master, this is a letter from the government, and I will hand it over to you, Uncle Abbot." ”

Wutian is a monk in the temple who is in charge of sundries.

Master Zhiqing took the letter, tore open the fire seal, took out a piece of paper and read it carefully, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing Master Zhiqing frowning, Wutian's heart was shocked.

Uncle Zhiqing has been practicing in Shaolin Temple for 80 years, and he has already reached the realm of his heart like stopping water, and this great master has experienced many ups and downs, and he has already had the bearing of Mount Tai collapsing in front of him and not moving, what else can make him so difficult?

After a long time, Master Zhiqing sighed faintly, and then said to Wutian: "Wutian, you invite you to the first seat for me." ”

"Yes," replied politely, and then exited the room.

Walking in the temple, Wutian silently thought that something big had happened.

It didn't take long for the Shaolin leaders to come to Master Zhiqing's abbot's room.

Master Zhiqing looked around and said slowly: "Ladies and nephews, I need to go to the capital for something, this matter is a big matter, and it is inconvenient for the old man to disclose it. ’

Master Zhiqing is the oldest in Shaolin, and almost all of his brothers and sisters of the same generation have passed away because they can't survive the years, so he will call everyone his nephew.

Fahai is the first seat of the Dharma Hall, the spirit of martial arts, the exquisite Buddhism, and the first person under the recognized abbot in Shaolin.

Master Fahai respectfully bowed to Master Zhiqing: "Amitabha, the master and nephew must obey the orders of the master. ”

The rest of the Shaolin leaders also bowed at the same time: "Obey the abbot's orders." ”

Master Zhiqing nodded slightly, and then said, "Master Fahai's nephews will stay, and your nephews will disperse." ”

The monks bowed to Master Zhiqing again before they dispersed. Soon, only Master Zhiqing and Fahai were left in the room.

With no one else present, Fahai finally couldn't help but ask Master Zhiqing, "Uncle Master, what is the big deal that you even have to hide from your senior brothers?" ”

Master Zhiqing's eyes flashed with Fahai's incomprehensible light, and he sighed slightly: "The emperor's fate is on the verge of the party!"

"What?" Fahai couldn't help but exclaim, and then he immediately lowered his voice and asked, "Is it Your Majesty who invited you to the capital to sit down?" ”

Not bad" Master Zhiqing nodded slightly: "The Shaolin family is favored by the country, and he is a registered disciple of Lao Wei, this matter is reasonable." ”

When Li Shimin was a child, he was fostered by the emperor in the Shaolin Temple to pray for the Buddha on his behalf, and worshiped the abbot Zhiqing as his teacher.

Fahai's face suddenly became a little cloudy: "Uncle Abbot, when the people are in turmoil today, I'm just afraid..."

Master Zhiqing lightly raised his palm, stopped his words, and said lightly: "The Li family is still the Son of Heaven for a day, and I Shaolin can't betray for a day." The initiator, what is the aftermath? Once we Shaolin do this unrighteous thing, future emperors will never trust Shaolin as much as they do today. ”

In all dynasties, the Shaolin Temple has been deeply trusted by the rulers, almost without exception, which is naturally because the Shaolin Temple almost never does things that betray the Lord. Even when the dynasty changed, Shaolin rarely showed rebellion until the situation became clear.

Fahai was awe-struck for a moment, bowed his head and said, "What Uncle Shi said is very true, it is the nephew who wants to be wrong." ”

Master Zhiqing stared deeply into Fahai's eyes and said: "Master and nephew, you are almost about to climb to the top of the realm of Buddhism and martial arts, I have great expectations for you, every decision of the Shaolin abbot is related to the rise and fall of Shaolin, remember to think carefully when encountering things, understand?" ”

This is almost telling Fahai that he intends to make him the next abbot of Shaolin.

Fahai's heart swelled with deep emotion, and he said respectfully: "Uncle Shi can rest assured, disciple can save it." ”

Master Zhiqing nodded slightly: "It's good to understand, you can step down." ”

In fact, whether it is heart or martial arts, he attaches more importance to his apprentices, but he can't be too young, Shaolin martial arts is the authentic Zen sect, the most particular about accumulation, even if he can't and most likely can't ascend to the position of the great master after 20 years, and Fahai has excellent qualifications, and now he has advanced to the peak of the grandmaster.

The Shaolin tree has deep roots and is too hated by others, and the abbot must be a great master to deter the Quartet.

On this day, Master Zhiqing, who had not left Shaolin for ten years, went down to Huangshan and went to the capital at the invitation of Li Shimin.