In September, the leaves are red, yellow, and green, rendering the mountains and forests into a colorful picture.

The early morning in Shaolin is always full of life, the bells are melodious, and the sound of chanting sounds like heaven from afar, attracting people's footsteps to move up the mountain unconsciously.

Huo Yuanzhen came out of the courtyard after watching the warrior monks practice martial arts in the Luohan Hall and took a slow walk in the temple.

Now the pilgrims who come to Shaolin to offer incense gradually understand what to do, and see that Huo Yuanzhen is not as crazy as before, but respectfully salutes to express their respect for the monks.

This is the effect that Huo Yuanzhen requested, at least he can live in peace.

Several slender and beautiful figures walked up the mountain, and after seeing Huo Yuanzhen, they all accelerated their pace.

It was Ning Wanjun, Lin Yi, and Ning Wanjun's maid Xiaocui who came.

"Abbot".

Several girls bowed one after another, and Huo Yuanzhen also returned the salute.

"The three female donors came very early today."

"Yes, we are so bored to stay in the inn at the foot of the mountain, we can only play chess, but I can't play, I can only watch Miss and Lin Yi play the two of them, but after playing for a long time, they both feel tired."

Xiao Cui is straightforward and fast-talking, and her speech is similar to that of a machine gun.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "This is simple, the poor monk will make you a deck of playing cards in a while, and the three of you can fight the landlord."

"Fighting the landlords? We don't farm, why do we want to fight the landlords? Besides, the landlords are also ordinary people, is it worth our help? And what are the playing cards?"

Ning Wanjun also looked at Huo Yuanzhen strangely, and also wanted to know what the playing cards were and why they were fighting the landlord.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at the three women on the other side, and casually said that the way to play the landlord was played, and now Xiaocui asked, and had to explain hard: "Playing cards is a kind of entertainment, fighting the landlord is a way to play cards, and it is very good to relieve boredom at leisure."

"It's something to play, is that to gamble? If you gamble for money, I still won't learn."

This time it was Lin Yi who asked, the little nun was as pure as water, and she felt very guilty when she mentioned gambling money.

"Of course it's not gambling, people who lose can draw turtles on their faces, stickers or whatever."

Huo Yuanzhen said, thinking about the scene of several girls with turtles painted all over their faces, especially Ning Wanjun, who lifted the white veil, and there were a few little turtles painted on the delicate face of the country.

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came.

"As an abbot, I don't think about cultivating, but I am laughing with the female benefactor here, it is simply insulting to Buddhism, and I don't know how Ming Xuan taught you!"

The voice is loud and imposing, but it is not a taste in Huo Yuanzhen's ears, where is the big clove of garlic popping up, who is being educated here? And who are you talking about Ming Xuan? The poor monk has never heard of it.

In one place, not only Huo Yuanzhen was uncomfortable to listen to, but Ning Wanjun and the others were also uncomfortable to listen to, they were all innocent daughters, who could stand such words.

A few people looked back, and there were two monks standing behind them, wearing khaki monk's robes, one in his fifties, with a face full of flesh and a little vicious.

The other one is in his twenties, also full of pride, it is estimated that he is the disciple of an old monk, carrying a burden, not tall but looking like a fox and a tiger.

Huo Yuanzhen was suddenly alert in his heart, this old monk said that he seemed to have heard of it, could it be?

Taking a step forward, Huo Yuanzhen spoke: "Amitabha, I don't know where the two masters came from?"

"Shaolin!".

The little monk replied from behind, raised his head slightly, and looked at Huo Yuanzhen with contempt.

Xiao Cui answered next to him: "You monk is really open-mouthed, this is Shaolin, this is the abbot of Shaolin, you also said that you came from Shaolin, there is something wrong with your brain, really, abbot, take them to see the official, look at these two swaggering guys are not good people."

"Xiaocui, don't talk nonsense, let's go worship the Buddha."

Ning Wanjun stopped Xiao Cui, and then said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Since the abbot has guests coming, the little girl will not bother, I hope that one day the abbot can teach me the method of fighting the landlord."

"Amitabha, Miss Ning will go by herself, not to mention fighting the landlord, playing mahjong and poor monks."

Several people didn't understand what Huo Yuanzhen said about playing mahjong, so they said goodbye and left one by one.

When Xiao Cui left, he glared fiercely at the two monks who passed by, gestured his small fist like a demonstration, and then left proudly, almost crooked the noses of the two monks.

"Master, look, look! What has become of this? An abbot, who is not clear with these women, who is breathing out of one nostril, still dares to threaten us, where is there still a little bit of our Shaolin glorious tradition, this is simply outrageous, Amitabha, I feel ashamed for him."

The big monk also had an ugly face, but it was not good to have a fight with Xiaocui, and when a few women walked away, he said to Huo Yuanzhen in a cold voice: "Your name is Yijie?"

"Yes, a poor monk."

"Hear clearly, the poor monk is the Southern Shaolin Mingxin, the first seat of the Discipline Academy, according to the seniority, is your master, this is my eldest apprentice, called Yiyin, even if you are your senior brother, you can't come to see your master."

Huo Yuanzhen looked at this Mingxin monk and said: "I'm sorry, the poor monk doesn't know the origin of the two, and he never knows what other master I have, that Huiming, come here, these two masters may be hungry, and after coming to Shaolin, their thinking is a little unclear, you go and see what leftovers there are in the kitchen, bring two plates of leftovers, and put them here for the two masters to eat."

"Yes, Abbot".

Huiming promised to go and find leftovers, and the two monks over there were already angry bullfights.

"You are so bold, you dare to give us leftovers, and you want to eat here, what is here? There is not even a table, how can you eat? Do you put it on the ground to eat? You feed the dogs!"

"Shut up!".

Monk Mingxin roared angrily, stopping his disciple's nonsense, everyone could hear the meaning of Huo Yuanzhen's words, do you need to explain it so clearly?

was reprimanded by Mingxin, and because the monk didn't dare to say more, he hurriedly shut up.

"Didn't your master Mingxuan tell you about his situation?" Mingxin asked Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuanzhen shook his head, he really didn't say it, but he had already guessed about it, he was just pretending to be confused, now everyone's identity is unknown, hurry up and disgust you first, otherwise I am afraid that there will be no such opportunity for a while.

"Well, since you don't know, the poor monk doesn't blame you for what happened just now, but now I want to tell you why your temple is called Shaolin Temple!"

"This master is not anxious, the poor monk will tell you something first, I have never heard of who you said about Ming Xuan, but you just said that it was my master, so I think that if the two masters are not hungry and dizzy, then they may be liars, but they didn't understand the situation, so they talked nonsense, but whether they are liars or not, as long as they can repent, it is also considered a merit, and the poor monk still has two copper plates here."

As he spoke, Huo Yuanzhen took out two copper plates from his waist.

"This one is the first remuneration that my master went out to do things, and earned the first reward, when the poor monk was still young, the master sent this copper plate to the poor monk, saying that the poor monk should be diligent and thrifty in the future, no matter how far Shaolin develops, it can not be extravagant and wasteful."

Listening to Huo Yuanzhen's rambling, Yiyin over there finally couldn't hold it back, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Your head is broken, my master wants to tell you something, how dare you go on and on."

"Don't make noise!".

Huo Yuanzhen suddenly roared, and his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Even the old monk Mingxin had a great change in complexion, how could he actually practice the true lion's roar of Buddhism with this one precept? You know, he has just started to get in touch with this kung fu, and he hasn't mastered what is going on, who taught him?

Shocked the other party, Huo Yuanzhen continued: "This second copper plate, is the poor monk when the abbot, the first incense money received, is my Shaolin first income, is also significant, these two copper plate poor monks have been kept for a long time, reluctant to spend, but the treasure is also to give fate, today I see the two masters with yellow muscles and thin muscles, poverty has reached a state of madness, the poor monk has to endure the pain of love, the two treasures are transferred to the two masters, I hope the two take the copper plate and leave quickly, and wash their hands in the golden basin in the future, and start anew."

After speaking, Huo Yuan came to the two of them with a real smile, and took advantage of the fact that the other party had not fully recovered from the shock just now, and took his hand and put the copper plate in the hands of the two.

"Amitabha!

As Huo Yuanzhen's Buddha horn sounded, Mingxin came to his senses.

It wasn't that he couldn't resist Huo Yuanzhen's lion roar, but he was shocked, because in his memory, Ming Xuan's martial arts were not good at all, how could he be this Buddhist magic?

But after such a stunned time, the other party stuffed the dirty, even slightly deformed, and unspoiled copper plate into his hand.

Moreover, this precept is also full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, as if he is the Buddha who saves suffering and compassion, which makes people feel trusting in an instant.

I took the copper plate myself, and I actually fucking took it!

The old monk trembled with excitement, what a shame! What a great shame!

This tattered thing that is not wanted by those who ask for food, actually ran into his own hands, grandma's, this damn ring, what is he doing with these rags!

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