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Songshan Mountain is located in Chongyang County, Henan County, and is divided into Shaomu Mountain and Taimu Mountain.

It's snowing and it's cold.

On the Shaomuro Mountain, I saw three or two monks dressed in robes, stepping on the snow, leaving a long line of footprints on the steps of the mountain road.

The five peaks are towering, and the stone monument is like a forest.

Shaolin Temple abbot Pusheng, is more than forty years old, because of his calm nature, good at organization, so the prestige in the temple is very high, whether it is the temple practice for many years of monks, or the new monks are very convinced of him.

At present, Abbot Pusheng, who has always been peaceful and methodical, has a wrinkled face, as if he is worried.

At this moment, in the abbot's ashram, several monks in brown clothes were sitting cross-legged as if arguing about something.

A very young monk in his thirties looked at the abbot Pusheng and said: "Senior brother, at present, there are many displaced people in the world, and they are committing robbery, I heard that there has been a disturbance in Yuanzhou, and a group of thousands of thieves have gathered, and the local government has no way to take it. ”

"This group of thieves, robbing the rich everywhere, I think one day, they will come to Shaomu Mountain, the abbot, I think the temple should be prepared as soon as possible."

"Senior brother is too worried," a white-eyed monk about fifty years old, folded his hands, and said: "All living beings are equal, you said that those thieves, I think they are really people who are forced by hunger, if they come to the temple, we should help them, how can we talk about driving them." ”

"Senior brother, you don't know anything," the young monk shook his head, and said in his heart that this senior brother had been attending meditation all day and had no understanding of affairs. How did he know that these thousands of thieves, if they were killed at the mountain gate, how could they be sent away with a few stones and a few buckets of rice?

The young monk looked at the abbot and said, "Senior brother, since the emperor gave me a hundred hectares of land, this temple has this food field to supply, so the three hundred monks can concentrate on Buddhist affairs without hard work. But although these hundreds of acres of fertile land are good, they are also red by thieves. They think that my Shaolin Temple has a lot of accumulated grain, and I am afraid that they will come to the door to rob it when the time comes. ”

"And senior brother, you said to give, but how can this little food be enough, the monks of the whole temple are still counting on supporting it until next autumn, and if you start to do it at that time, it will be a legal disaster."

Abbot Pusheng nodded when he heard this, his junior brother was right, Emperor Wen of Sui believed in Buddhism, so he gave Shaolin Temple a hundred hectares of fertile land. Therefore, the monks of Shaolin Temple do not have to travel hard to beg for food like other monks, and beg for leftovers.

The monks didn't even have to work in the fields themselves, they hired tenant farmers to work the land, and the whole monastery was quite wealthy. And now it has become a place where the homeless people are red.

The old monk on the side still said to himself: "Senior brother, it's really ridiculous, how can thieves harass this quiet place of Buddhism, and even if they come, our temple has its own Buddhism support, how can you be afraid of these thieves." ”

This old monk didn't understand affairs, and he still looked like he was taking it for granted, Pu Sheng really couldn't listen to it, and asked at the moment: "Senior brother, what can you do?" ”

At that moment, the young monk said: "Senior brother abbot, the world is not peaceful at the moment, I see that this official government can not be counted on for a while, in my opinion, it is better to let the monks of our temple practice some sticks, in case the first-class thieves come to the mountain gate, it is also good to protect the Dharma!" ”

"Senior brother's words are wrong," the old monk on the side hurriedly objected, and said: "In the quiet place of Buddhism, how can it be said that you will fight and kill, if this is not a delay in cultivation." ”

The young monk smiled bitterly, but fortunately the abbot Pusheng was a person who understood, and said, "Senior brother, my life is gone, how can I talk about practicing Buddhism." ”

"Not at this time, never." The old monk was still opposed.

Pu Sheng thought about it, this senior brother is very old, and he can't object for a while, so he thought of a compromise at the moment, and said: "It's better to be like this, if the senior brother is worried about practicing sticks and delaying his practice, it is better to let the senior brothers recite Buddhist scriptures when they practice, so ...... In this way, it can be called the unity of Zen and martial arts! ”

While the monks were discussing how to deal with the displaced people outside, a novice came to the door of the ashram and said, "Uncle Abbot, there is a young man outside, who said that he has come from Taiyuan County to find Uncle Jueyuan!" ”

"Taiyuan County!" Abbot Pusheng recalled and asked, "Has Jueyuan returned to the temple?" ”

The old monk said: "Senior brother abbot forgot, it's snowing hard, Jueyuan should go back to the temple as soon as possible." ”

Pu Sheng said with a smile: "Thank you senior brother for reminding me, I almost forgot, since this young man has come from afar, there must be something important to see Jueyuan, so let him meet, but don't delay for too long, so as not to disturb the tranquility of Buddhism." "Yes, Uncle Abbot." Now the little novice stepped down.

The abbot Pusheng stroked the monk's robe, took up the topic below, and said: "In my opinion, in addition to the monks, the tenants under the mountain can also be gathered, you must know that if the thieves come and destroy the fields, they have no land to cultivate, and they will suffer with us." ”

The two monks nodded their heads in approval.

At this time, the monk in his thirties spoke: "All tenants can be gathered, so we can also find some strong people from among the homeless people who are good at martial arts, give them food, and they will come forward to train the tenants for us, but to defend against the thieves." ”

When Abbot Pusheng heard this, he smiled and said, "Yes, this is also a good way." ”

In the abbot's retreat, several monks from Shaolin Temple were still discussing how to resist the approaching thieves.

Li Chongjiu, who has traveled thousands of miles, is already in the Shaolin Temple at this moment.

Heavy snow fell beside him, snowflakes came to his face, and Li Chongjiu's felt hat was covered with fine snow powder.

Under this snow-capped five milk peaks, Li Chongjiu paced up, and the imagination of later generations, the grand scale of Shaolin Temple is different, the current Shaolin Temple, the history of Shaolin Temple several rise and fall, now is just an ordinary temple located in Songshan Shaomur Mountain.

Outside of a rather simple monk's room, Li Chongjiu took off his felt hat and robe, hung it outside, and the little novice said to Li Chongjiu, "Layman, Uncle Jueyuan, is in Kama, please stay here for a while." ”

Seeing that this little novice was quite clever and well-behaved, Li Chongjiu said with a smile: "Thank you little monk." ”

Hearing Li Chongjiu say this, the little novice panicked, waved his hand again and again, and said: "I am not a little novice, how dare I be this honorific title, and only the abbot of our temple can be called this name." ”

Listening to Xiao Shami's explanation, Li Chongjiu remembered that different from the generic title of later generations, monk was an honorific title at this time, and only monks with certain qualifications could be called.

For example, in Buddhism, monks who are less than 20 years old are called novices, and can only be called bhikshus after receiving bhikshu ordination.

Li Chongjiu made a big fuss, but it made this little novice look at Li Chongjiu's eyes, with a little more vigilance and scrutiny, as if he felt that this person was wearing a high hat so indiscriminately, could there be something evil in the temple, or a thief came to steal.

Li Chongjiu was helpless at the moment, so he had to sit cross-legged in the monk's room.

Soon after, only the sound of convex sound was heard.

Li Chongjiu looked over and saw an old man with an old and thin body, holding a wooden staff, walking to the door of the monk's room.

Although the old man was very old, his eyes were not cloudy, and he looked at Li Chongjiu's gaze together, and said, "Are you here to find a poor monk?" ”

Li Chongjiu didn't dare to slack off at the moment, stood up, folded his hands and said, "Under Li Chongjiu, dare to ask if it is Master Jueyuan?" ”

The old man smiled, shook his head, and said, "No, I'm not Master Jueyuan. ”

Li Chongjiu was stunned when he heard this, and immediately looked at the little novice.

I only listened to the old man, walked into the monk's room, sat down cross-legged, and said: "Jueyuan is just an ascetic head, where can you dare to be called a master, it's too much, it's too much." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his dry fingers and pushed a little to the ground to signal Li Chongjiu to sit down.

Li Chongjiu sat down with a smile on his face, and said in his heart that he had finally not found the right one, but he didn't expect that Divine Doctor Xue, the master who had been thinking about it, was actually a head tuo.

Li Chong couldn't help but look at himself secretly, this Jueyuan Toutuo was wearing a dung sweeping suit, and his hands and feet were covered with dirt.

Toutuo, also known as the forest bhikshu, is the opposite of the settlement bhikshu, because in addition to leading the practice, the head of the head spends most of the year traveling and practicing outside, not living with people, alone, which is also a kind of asceticism.

Settlement bhikshus, on the other hand, are monks in a broad sense, a large number of monks who live in temples and practice together. In the four seasons of the year, the head Buddha only returns to the Sangha in the summer to practice together, and in Zen Buddhism, it is called Zala.

Therefore, it is just right for Li Chongjiu to come to find this Jueyuan Toutuo this time, and it is just the right winter now, if it is changed to other seasons, Jueyuan will get up and leave the temple for asceticism.

This also explains why Doctor Xue sent people to find Jueyuan several times, but he didn't meet him, because the time was wrong. It seems that everything has to be done by yourself.

Li Chongjiu speculated that in terms of age, this Toutuo should be ninety years old, but he didn't expect that although the other party looked old, but in fact, the other party's physical actions only looked about seventy years old, and it seemed that the other party was really extraordinary.

At that moment, Li Chongjiu said straight to the point: "Jueyuan Toutuo, I am here from Taiyuan County, and I have traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment from you." ”

"I haven't practiced medicine in the world for a long time, who introduced me?"

"It's a miracle doctor surnamed Xue, and he said that his father was your student."

"Well, among my disciples, there is indeed one surnamed Xue." "Who is healed?" Although Jueyuan Toutuo is ninety years old, he is still deaf and clear-sighted.

"Father." Li Chongjiu replied truthfully.

ps: Liang Qichao wrote "Chinese New Martial Arts Stick Technique".

At the end of the Sui Dynasty, the world was in turmoil. Ten thousand thieves, near the Shaolin Temple. The monks will disperse. There is an old man who rushes to the thief with a short stick, and those who deserve it are all easy to enter, and they dare not enter the temple. It is to select 100 young monks to teach the stick method. Tang Taizong conquered Wang Shichong and broke it with a stick with monks. Thirteen of its first contributors.