"Little uncle! Uncle Junior! ”

Monk Chunzhen held a monk's robe in one hand, all the way through the wide martial arts arena, and hurriedly ran towards the back mountain of Shaolin.

I don't know what he thinks, it's still far from the back mountain, but he still screams blindly while running.

Today's Shaolin is not the small broken temple of three or two kittens ten years ago.

Although the full picture has not been restored, this martial arts arena has long been restored.

And every day, dozens or hundreds of monks and lay disciples gather here.

On the martial arts field, it is naturally used in martial arts.

Although there are only more than 100 people, gathered in the extremely wide martial arts arena of Shaolin, it still looks very empty.

However, more than 100 monks and laymen practiced together, the movements were neat and uniform, and the spirit and spirit were also very accessible, and there was a kind of trend of thousands of people.

Monk Chunzhen ran over shouting, which ruined the atmosphere.

The empty old monk who was among the monks and lay disciples, with a red face and a look at him with a figure-eight step, blew his beard and glared at him and scolded a few words.

The usual teacher of these monks and lay disciples is the old abbot with a white beard and white eyebrows.

In fact, there is no other option.

With the situation of Shaolin at the beginning, receiving a disciple was enough to make this old monk extremely excited.

An old man in his nineties, in the past ten years, this excitement has not stopped.

Seeing that the atmosphere of this collective morning exercise was broken, the empty old monk simply waved his hand and asked the disciples to stop and rest.

"Who is the little uncle that the senior brother just called? In addition to the abbot and master, do we have other elders in Shaolin Temple? ”

Although Shaolin currently accepts apprentices, monks and laymen do not refuse.

But after all, it is a quiet place for Buddhism, and the rules are still very big.

Although I don't have to worry about food and clothing, my life is still very hard, and there are not many people who can stand it.

Otherwise, with the current "false name" of Shaolin, it is definitely impossible to be just these more than 100 disciples.

When all the monks and lay disciples get together, it is inevitable to chat about gossip and relieve their boredom.

Sitting directly on the martial arts arena, someone asked the "little uncle" that the monk Chunzhen called just now.

"That's because you didn't know for a long time after you came, do you think our Shaolin Temple is just like us?"

A bald head, already shaved, sat next to him.

The person who asked the question earlier was a lay disciple, scratching his head, "Isn't it?" I've been in Shaolin for a month, except for all the brothers and sisters, that is, the abbot master, and the old-timer in the Jixiang kitchen, I haven't seen anyone else. ”

The bald head smiled and said, "Don't say you're only a month, I've been shaving for two years, and I haven't seen Uncle Xiao." ”

"That ......"

The bald head smiled and asked, "Let me ask you, why do you want to go to Shaolin?" ”

The lay disciple said, "I just want to learn skills, I don't want to nest in the ravine for the rest of my life, I finally ran out of the village, and heard the prestige of the Shaolin Temple being recited everywhere. ”

"That's right, we people have only been in the beginning for five or six years, if it's just us, then where does the prestige of our Shaolin Temple come from?"

The lay disciple scratched his head again, "Yes, apart from us, it seems that there are only the abbot master and thirteen senior brothers in the temple, as well as the old-timer of the incense cook, how did the great name come from before?" ”

"Is it possible...... Is it fake? A disciple next to him said a little weakly.

"Nonsense!"

Without waiting for the bald disciple to speak, someone had already said loudly.

"Our Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism! It has been more than 1,000 years old, how many glorious deeds have been circulated, are they fake? ”

"That's it!"

The disciples next to him responded one after another.

"In the distance, at the end of the Sui Dynasty, when the world was in turmoil, there was a meditation monastery on behalf of the Chosen Emperor of Heaven,"

"There is a Tanzong monk who led the thirteen gods and monks to save the Tang King, and there is a master Jueyuan who led the monks and soldiers and helped the Tang King ascend the throne, so that Shaolin became famous all over the world and shocked the world,"

"If there is no Shaolin Temple, the chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty, I don't know how long it will last, how many living beings will suffer, how can there be a prosperous Tang Dynasty that is powerful all over the world?"

"Coming closer, the lord of the world's largest gang of beggars, the great hero beggar Qiao Feng, who is also my lay disciple of Shaolin,"

"Our Shaolin Temple Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, even a little monk who does miscellaneous work out of the temple gate, can be called a brother and sister with the Qiao gang master, and become the master of the Vulture Palace, an immortal in the world,"

"An old monk sweeping the floor in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a living monk who can subdue the three immortals with his own strength,"

"Do you believe it or not? Stealing something from Jixiang Kitchen every day to eat that old predecessor who falls down when the wind blows, may be a god-like sweeping monk! ”

"Yes, yes, yes! At the beginning, Wudang patriarch Zhang Zhenren, a fairy-like character, was not a miscellaneous servant in our Shaolin Temple when he was young? ”

"It's just that after listening to the small half of our Shaolin's Jiuyang Sutra, haven't you become a great martial arts master who has inherited the past and opened up the future, single-handedly founded the Wudang faction, and shared the martial arts with our Shaolin?"

“……”

These disciples gossiped and counted the glorious deeds of Shaolin Temple......

It's just that this style of painting is a bit stranger the more you talk about it......

And no one even doubts why this Shaolin Wudang, who is in charge of martial arts, has no reputation in the rivers and lakes now, and one is tighter than the other......

Although no one doubted it, it was indeed puzzled.

also asked, "Since our Shaolin is so majestic, why haven't we heard of a reputation on the rivers and lakes for so long?" It seems that there was a legend from a few years ago. ”

"Yes, yes, it seems that the Wudang faction is the same."

The bald head said before, "It's not a secret, our Shaolin is actually divided into two veins: the Hidden Sect and the Manifest Sect." ”

"What is the Hidden Sect, the Sutra Sect?"

Many of the people present heard this "secret" for the first time, and they couldn't help but gather around.

The bald head said a little proudly: "What is our Shaolin Temple?" It is a pure land of Buddhism! Where can it be the same as ordinary Jianghu sects, which can only fight and kill, and make a miasma? , who is really a profound virtuous monk, is in seclusion and cultivation on weekdays, where can he easily see it? ”

"Wudang is the same, we are a pure place for Buddhism, and their Taoist sect also pays attention to quiet and inaction, so we can't be the same as the Jianghu sect, shouting and killing every day, right?"

"Think about it, when Shaolin Wudang was famous in the rivers and lakes, wasn't the world in chaos and the living beings suffering? It is at this time that the world can see the appearance of the two masters of Buddhism and Taoism, and only wait for the world to be peaceful, and then they will succeed and retreat. ”

"Yes, yes, yes!"

A disciple suddenly shouted excitedly, "I heard before I started, thousands of years ago, the Jingnian Zen Monastery on behalf of the Chosen Emperor of Heaven was a lower courtyard in our Shaolin, and I heard that the descendants of the Jingnian Monastery have reappeared in the rivers and lakes recently!" Doesn't that mean ......"

As he spoke, his voice suddenly lowered.

When the others heard this, they also had excited and uneasy expressions.

What is the Meditation Monastery for?

They know it all.

At this time, the reappearance of the rivers and lakes doesn't mean ......

This world ......

Is it time for a change of day?

For example, if there is chaos today, the people are struggling to make a living, and smoke is gradually rising everywhere, and even the forces on the rivers and lakes are beginning to move.

No, the biggest force on the rivers and lakes today is not just about to move.

In the past ten years, the Tianxia Association has wantonly slaughtered on the rivers and lakes, those who follow me prosper, and those who oppose me die, almost dominating most of the rivers and lakes and martial arts, and even the officials and troops in various places have brazenly moved to join the Tianxia Society.

This is no different from raising the flag and rebelling.

How similar is this scene to the rebellion at the end of the Sui Dynasty?

Could it be that it's time for their Shaolin Temple to put things in order?

When a dry monk and lay disciple was excited, the back mountain, facing the peak of the wall.

Chen Yi slowly opened his eyes, his face constantly tugging.

Even if it was a few miles away, the movements on the martial arts arena could not be hidden from his ears and eyes.

Listening to those disciples talk more and more outrageous, even if this is the result of his manipulation behind his back, I feel a little ruined.

"Little uncle! Uncle Junior! Yes...... There's news! ”

Monk Chunzhen finally ran to the place......