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Jueyuan nodded slightly, and suddenly asked, "Have you practiced martial arts?" ”

Li Chongjiu said: "I have laid a little foundation. ”

"Killed?"

Li Chongjiu nodded and said calmly: "I was born as a bandit and have killed several officers and soldiers. Jueyuan showed a smile and said: "Very good, you didn't hide it from me, you have been dusty all the way, although your clothes are neat, but you can't hide a bit of blood." ”

Li Chongjiu looked at the clothes on his body and said with a smile: "My beast clothes are easy to change from Orion, and they may also be contaminated with animal blood. ”

Jueyuan waved his hand and said, "The smell of beast blood and human blood is definitely different, but you don't know it." ”

Li Chongjiu was a little surprised at the moment, this Jueyuan is about to be more than eighty years old, and he is still deaf and clear-sighted, which is really rare.

Speaking of this, Jueyuan sat back in his place and slowly spoke: "Since you are so honest and have come thousands of miles, I can't save your face, the patient is not in front of you, let's talk about the symptoms, I don't know how much I remember when I am so old." ”

Li Chongjiu nodded, and immediately took out Li Hu's illness written by Doctor Xue personally from his arms and handed it to the old man.

After the old man took the 'medical record', he looked at it carefully.

Li Chongjiu looked at Jueyuan's expression with concern. I saw that Jueyuan looked at this medical record for a long time, and his brows furrowed and stretched at first, which made Li Chongjiu a little worried.

However, after a long time, the old man looked at Li Chongjiu and said: "My disciple is also a famous doctor, but he still can't cure your father's disease, to be honest, this disease is difficult." ”

When Li Chongjiu heard this, he nodded and said, "If Toutuo can't do anything, there will be no one in the world to heal my father." That's fine. ”

Seeing Li Chongjiu's words, the old man couldn't help but be surprised, and asked with a smile: "Then you came thousands of miles and searched for no result, isn't it in vain." ”

Li Chongjiu shook his head and said: "How can it be in vain, life and death are fateful, you can't force it, I just do my best to be a son of man." ”

The old man nodded approvingly, and said, "Exactly, exactly, but I didn't say that your father's illness is incurable, but it is a little more difficult." ”

"Give me a few days to consider the prescription, you don't hurry to leave, stay at the bottom of the mountain for the time being, and when the prescription is written, you can quickly take it to save your father."

Li Chongjiu bowed down with great joy at the moment, and said: "Thank you Toutuo for saving me, and I will remember the great grace in my heart." ”

Jueyuan cracked his mouth and laughed, and said: "Don't thank me, if you want to thank you, you also need to thank you for your own filial piety, and now there are not many people like you who can fulfill filial piety." If you can help, you have to help it, get up, the man has gold under his knees. ”

Seeing Youjueyuan's words, Li Chongjiu immediately put down his mind and went down from Shaomu Mountain.

In later generations, Shaolin Temple seemed to be a holy place for martial arts, but after a visit, Li Chongjiu was very interested and observed all the way.

It's just that the monks I saw along the way were all ordinary, no different from what I saw in ordinary temples, and there were no potholed martial arts training grounds; There are no monks who practice martial arts with sticks, and there are no monks who carry two large buckets of water and walk up and down like flying. In the temple, several monks who were hunched over with brooms and meticulously swept the floor, especially the elderly monks, Li Chongjiu was even more in awe of them, and did not dare to have a trace of neglect.

The little novice who sent him to him laughed on the side and said, "Why is this layman walking so carefully? ”

Li Chongjiu smiled, and then asked: "Please forgive me for taking the liberty of not knowing where the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of your temple is?" ”

The little novice was stunned for a moment and said, "There is no Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in our temple. ”

Li Chongjiu was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "There is no Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, is there no place for the Buddhist scriptures in your temple?" ”

Xiao Shami smiled innocently and said: "This layman, the Buddhist scriptures are just a few books, and there are only a hundred books in our temple. ”

Li Chongjiu was in an uproar at the moment, and asked again: "So don't the senior monks of your temple write books?" For example, Patriarch Bodhidharma......"

Speaking of this, Li Chongjiu was stunned, and he suddenly wanted to say something to Damor, point directly to the hearts of the people, see the nature and become a Buddha, do not set up words, and do not teach outside the teaching. This is also the meaning of Zen Buddhism, what is sought is not to set up words, to teach epiphany.

"Well, there is no Zangjing Pavilion, so there is always a Dharma Academy!"

"Well, it's okay, Luohan Hall?"

"Well, there is no such thing as Prajnado, if it is."

Li Chongjiu couldn't help laughing, and his heart was really a martial arts novel that killed people.

But Li Chongjiu immediately thought again, but the story of the thirteen stick monks should be true, but there is no wind of martial arts practice in this temple, where did the stick monk come from.

Suddenly, Li Chongjiu, for some reason, passed the shadow of Jueyuan Toutuo in his mind, this old man Tuo seemed to have a bit of a way, but the other party was old, even if he knew martial arts, he would definitely not be able to do anything more.

Thinking of this, Li Chongjiu had already gone all the way out of the mountain gate.

At the foot of Shaomuro Mountain, there are monks and hired tenants, who have mixed hundreds of acres of vegetable fields and gathered here to form a small village.

Li Chongjiu took up residence in a dilapidated temple outside the vegetable field. This dilapidated temple was built when the Shaolin Temple was first repaired.

This is because when Bodhidharma did not arrive, the monks of Shaolin Temple believed in Theravada Buddhism, and Bodhidharma concept was not in harmony, so Bodhidharma moved to the stone cave on the middle peak of Wuru Peak to practice, this practice is nine years, that is, it is an allusion to the nine years of the wall shadow into the stone.

After that, the monks of Shaolin Temple gradually convinced Bodhidharma and changed to Mahayana. Bodhidharma's Buddhism was only then prevalent in Shaolin Temple, and eventually it became the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism.

After the Shaolin Temple temple was destroyed by Zhou Wuzong, the temple under the mountain was destroyed a lot, when Emperor Wen of Sui worshiped the Buddha, this was rebuilt on the mountain, and only half of the temple under the mountain remained.

Li Chongjiu is a person who can live everywhere, and he does not mind the simplicity of his residence, and after a brief tidying up, he sweeps away the dust and cobwebs, and then goes to the farmer's house to ask for a few large bundles of dry straw, which he uses as his temporary residence.

After settling down, Li Chongjiu went to the village to buy a fat chicken, half a bucket of rice, a large string of bacon, and a pot of turbid wine, and returned to the disposal office. Li Chongjiu killed the chicken, cut the meat, simmered the turbid wine, and exuded a burst of aroma in the temple when he landed, which immediately attracted several people who were not producing in the village. Li Chongjiu is also bold, so he also invited him to eat and drink together.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, listening to the sound of the bell on the Shaomu Mountain, and beyond the eaves is the heavy snow.

The house is fragrant with wine and meat, and the chicken and yellow rice are stewed indiscriminately, which is also fragrant, and the fun of the old man has chicken millet.

Facing the bonfire, Li Chongjiu was wrapped in a leather coat, and under this snowy scene, he chatted with several shabby households.

So for several days, Li Chongjiu lived in the ruined temple, waiting for the news of Jueyuan Toutuo in the mountain, and on the other hand, he also chatted with several broken households, and was pulled by these broken households, and gradually became familiar with the people in the village.

The peasants here are simple and hospitable, and Li Chongjiu is good at receiving people and things, and he is generous, so he immediately knew many people in the village, and even went to the village chief's house for a meal.

Although it is not a friendship, it is also a familiar face.

On this day and night, Li Chongjiu was resting in the broken temple, when he suddenly heard the sound of wheels outside the broken temple.

When Li Chongjiu heard this voice, he sat up suddenly, secretly wondering who was in the middle of the night, isn't it too dangerous to catch a car?

The ruined temple where he was located was half a mile away from the village, and it was on the way up the mountain, so the carriage must have come to him.

Li Chongjiu suddenly mentioned in his heart, turned over, copied the short knife under the pillow on his waist, and grabbed his two stone bows and three stone bows in his hands from a casual place, and walked to the window in front of the temple with half a pot of arrows on his back to observe vigilantly.

I saw that in the dark night, a carriage was twisting and bumping up the mountain along the mountain road, and the carriage was lit with two dead wind lanterns.

A coachman was struggling to whip his horse, urging the carriage up the hill, and not far from the carriage saw only four or five bushes of torches, judging by the speed of the torches, and the sound of horses' hooves, it should be the pursuing cavalry.

Li Chongjiu saw that the target was not himself, and his heart was relieved at the moment, as for who was being pursued in the carriage, he felt that it didn't matter, and at the moment he naturally carefully hid his whereabouts were the most important, and there were many uneven things on this road, and he couldn't manage it. Just when Li Chongjiu made up his mind and watched silently, a sudden change arose, and the carriage drove unsteadily in the mountain road, and suddenly the wheel of the carriage hit the rocks, and the whole carriage fell and dragged to the ground.

Li Chongjiu secretly said that these people are good for their lives, if they are not careful, they will fall into the mountain stream as soon as the carriage is crooked.

However, at this time, Li Chongjiu secretly said that it was not good, and three people suddenly came out of the carriage.

One of the three was a woman, the other two were dressed as maids, and the other was a man with a knife, and the three of them, along with the coachman, ran to their temple to retreat.

Li Chongjiu scolded secretly, but the few horsemen behind him were even happier when they saw this, only to hear one person shouting that he couldn't run away, and suddenly the sound of hooves became more urgent.

The faces of these people all changed drastically, and the woman in the center seemed to be too weak to move fast, and she needed someone to support her.

The maid and the man with the knife were holding on to the side, while the coachman ignored them, and when he saw that the pursuers had caught up, he threw them and ran towards the edge of the field.

At this time, only a loud sound was heard, and the coachman screamed miserably, and it turned out that an arrow feather was nailed to his back and rolled directly to the ground.

The man with the knife was also sad and indignant when he saw this, and shouted loudly: "The thief is coming, the thief is coming, everyone help!" ”

Rogue!

Li Chongjiu frowned, in the past few days he has been in the village, and he has also found some news, saying that the mountain is not very peaceful, and there seems to be a group of thieves from Henan near Chongyang County.

Hearing that these thieves were all homeless people who had been flooded by the Yellow River, they gathered together and crossed the border to eat, and after many of them had blood on their hands, they turned into mob thieves, and even dared to attack the county seat of the government to steal grain.

Now these thieves are like locusts, crossing the border, could it be that their target this time is the Shaolin Temple.

When he thought of this, the thieves on horseback had already slashed at the running woman with their knives.