In the evening, Zhang Huen finished the evening class, remembered the agreement with the fire foreman Tuo, so he took the Buddhist scriptures early and walked out, walked to the door and met the master Fang Zheng who liked to make chance encounters the most, looking at the smiling eyes and chubby face of the master Fang Zheng, he complained for no reason. \. ().\

(Boss, I'm not a beauty, do you see me once a day in the morning, noon and evening?) ）

"Proof, where are you going?"

"Go back to the abbot and go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to borrow books."

"Oh, have you read the Sutra of Immeasurable Righteousness?"

"Back to the abbot, read it intensively. This is to borrow the "Mahayana Fang Guang General Sutra". ”

"Nirvana Sutra? It's too esoteric for you, and I have here a copy of the Mahaprajnaparamita Mantra that is more suitable for you. ”

Master Fang Zheng said and took out a thick Buddhist scripture hidden under the robe, Zhang Huen's eyes lit up, the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are not so thick, it seems that the abbot wrote his own experience into, for the annotations of the monks, Zhang Huen has a personal experience, a Buddhist scripture with annotations reads that the Buddhist cultivation is brushed up, compared to the unannotated Buddhist scriptures that have to bite the text and chew the words are much easier to understand, he thanked Fang Zheng, put the Buddhist scriptures into the monk's robe, and walked in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Fang Zheng returned to the door of the abbot's room with a smile, a gleam suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and naturally pushed the door in, and said:

"What do you mean by the monk here?"

The old monk sitting in the abbot's room wore a robe that was more luxurious than the robe on Fang Zheng's body, and he didn't reply:

"Abbot, when are you going to send the monks of this temple to take over the forces under the mountain of this temple."

"Xuancheng Monk, this matter has been planned for a long time, and we are 。。。。。。 monks."

Master Xuancheng didn't reason with him at all, stood up and turned to look at Fang Zheng, and said:

"Zuo Leng Zen wolf ambition. We are contacting Huashan, Hengshan, Hengshan, and Taishan to prepare for the establishment of the Wuyue Sword Sect, once the matter is completed, how much land do you think we Shaolin can keep? ”

"Monk, listen to me。。。。。。"

"If the abbot insists on not wanting to sit on the site of this temple, then this abbot's room has to ask you to let it out."

"Amitabha."

Fang Zheng hurriedly suppressed the anger in his heart, and pronounced the Buddha's name without anger or annoyance, it seems that these respected seniors are finally going to make a move. I thought they would continue to endure it, but I didn't expect it to be unbearable, it seems that the Martial Saint Sect has made a wonderful move, so that the balance that was originally difficult to maintain is finally about to be broken.

"In that case, let the poor monk move back to the monk's house to live."

Master Fang Zheng is a principled person, unwilling to oppress and exploit those unarmed civilians because of the power struggle, he packed up his monk's clothes and Dharma clothes, took a few Buddhist scriptures that were still annotated and moved out of the abbot's room, Xuancheng's strong internal force resounded over Shaolin through the lion's roar:

"It was decided by the Council of Elders. Removed from the post of abbot of Shaolin and temporarily replaced the abbot by Lingmen. ”

Zhang Huen, who was holding the wooden stick and fighting with the fire foreman Tuo, was stunned, and the two paused in the night sky, looking at the brightly lit Shaolin Zen Temple below, the fire foreman Tuo threw the stick and scolded:

"Don't fight, what's the matter, that old boy from Lingmen is also worthy of being the abbot. I'm sorry, he can do it. I can be too! ”

Lingmen is actually not a scumbag, and they are also the masters of Xuan Lone, Xuan Ci, and Xuan Yan, but their martial arts talents are limited, and they are still a lot worse than Xuan Cheng of the Xuan Zi generation, at most they are equivalent to their apprentice Xuan Ci, and the seniority is enough. But when it comes to fame, at least when Fang Zheng was the abbot, no one criticized him in Buddhism and martial arts.

Zhang Huen felt that the Shaolin Temple was getting more and more weird, and Xuan Cheng's roar had completely offended the monks of the Fang character generation. Although they are smaller, but when it comes to martial arts, character, and Buddhism, they are indistinguishable from the masters of the two generations of emptiness and Xuan, and there is a great benefit to being the head of the small generation, even if they are defeated, those old ones can still jump out, but now they don't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and push the oldest spiritual gate to the forefront, and now, even the only way to retreat has been blocked.

Zhang Huen sat next to the fire foreman Tuo, Toutuo pinched the wine gourd and poured it, handed it to Zhang Huen, Zhang Huen was not restrained, he opened his mouth and poured it, and the head Tuo laughed out loud with a stinky face:

"Heart proof, you are a wonderful person, more wonderful than the old monk of the wonderful truth, or how about you worship me as a teacher, I will pass on you a set of peerless internal skills, which can help you ascend to the position of Shaolin abbot, you see, the old immortal of Lingmen has climbed up, not to mention you."

"Ugh."

Zhang Huen really didn't want to hit him, I would have already known what kind of peerless internal strength you have, but I didn't have time to cultivate, put down the gourd and was about to untie the head of the sect, lest he couldn't think about it for a while, and really did the evil thing of fighting and killing the same door to judge Shaolin, but before he could speak, there was a lion roar in the air that the old monk of Lingmen was slightly weaker.

"Shaolin disciples listen to the order, the abbot's decree is as follows, tomorrow at noon in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall to elect the monk, down the mountain to collect money and grain for the temple, the number of places is limited, interested can go to the Dharma Academy to register."

Zhang Huen looked at him with a black face and Toutuo, Lingmen acted like this, which was to completely veto the management principle of Fang Zheng, and not give the former abbot any face.

"Let your mother's dog stinky fart, if you don't farm yourself, you know to rob those civilians, Lingmen old dog, dare to fight with me!"

Jiuyang Shengong is indeed too awesome, although Toutuo does not know how to roar lions, but under the urging of the majestic internal force, the sound also spread far away, and his firewood house is really on the mountainside, shouting downward, and the whole temple can be heard immediately.

A thin sound of "presumptuousness" suddenly came from the side of the mountain, and Zhang Huen watched in horror as a monk in a white robe rushed up against the vertical mountain wall. Toutuo turned around and picked up the wooden stick, and said to Zhang Huen:

"Hurry up, you are the abbot, and they can't let them see you with me."

Without saying anything, Zhang Huen pushed down the mountain, and the strong internal force directly pushed Zhang Huen into the mountains and forests, Zhang Huen finally hung on a tree, looked up, and saw the white-robed monk fall in front of Toutuo, shouting:

"Who are you?"

"Hahaha, a miscellaneous fire foreman!"

"In this case, eat me!"

Donkey Kong's palm and the fire foreman Tuo's Wei Tuo palm collided, causing the white-robed monk to take a few steps back, and the white-robed monk's face changed, and he said coldly:

"Jiuyang Divine Skill? Who are you? ”

"Jiuyang Divine Skill? No, it's just a look, who are you? ”

The two of them didn't talk speculatively for more than half a sentence, crackling and fighting, Zhang Huen hid in the tree and watched with a burst of worry, this Nima blames the screenwriter of the brother association company, and he has to engage in some big fights, now it's okay, the heirs of the Jiuyang lineage bombarded each other, a fire foreman Tuo, a colorless Zen master, boomed around, and there was no good end.

Zhang Huen was about to dodge out to stop the two, when a dull voice sounded in his heart:

"Don't go, it's useless to go."

"You。。。。。。 Who are you? ”

Zhang Huen asked rhetorically in his heart, and the voice was silent for a while, and said:

"The Poor Monk's Wonders."

Zhang Huen fell under the tree, looked at a gray-robed monk who looked like an old fairy standing in front of him, and asked out loud:

"Master, why are they allowed to kill each other?"

Miao Di said with a pained face:

"Toutuo is a commoner, colorless is a scholar, as soon as the abbot of Lingmen said this, if Toutuo does not provoke, it is enough, provocation, as the abbot's protector, Colorless will definitely not let him go."

"But even so, Toutuo is not guilty to death?"

"Hey, Bodhi has no tree, the mirror is not a platform, there is nothing, where to stir up dust, let's go, you can go down the mountain, don't let people notice that you have dealings with Toutuo, the old monk will keep Toutuo thorough, go."

Zhang Huen was silent for a while, the rules of this TM are too nonsense, and when he pretended to return to the temple as if nothing happened, he saw that the monks were talking about it, and finally there was no need to work as a coolie in Shaolin Temple, everyone had a happy smile on their faces, and they didn't mean anything about the fire foreman Tuo's words, maybe in their eyes, no one could make trouble on one acre and three points of land in Shaolin Temple, right?

"It is rumored in the rivers and lakes that Tuo, the fire foreman of Shaolin Temple, secretly learned the peerless martial arts Jiuyang Divine Skill, and was expelled from Shaolin by the colorless Zen master, and his whereabouts are unknown."

The next day, Zhang Huen got up very early, and when he heard the news, he fell into a long silence before he came out of the meditation room, and saw many young monks walking around the temple with sticks in hand, and grabbed the suspicious person and asked where he had gone last night? Have you ever been in the back mountains? Zhang Huen pinched the "Maha Prajnaparamita Mantra" and walked to the hall casually, perhaps because of the face of the first seat of the Arhat Hall, and the monks with sticks did not come to interrogate him.

The monks of the heart word generation are good today, because the monk is the task has been issued, the seven villages and towns under the Shaolin Mountain are divided into the sphere of influence of Shaolin by the Lingmen, each village and town has a monk, two monks, eight monks, 110 monks, 11 monks, mainly responsible for the taxes and grain of the villages and towns, and concurrently serve as the mayor of the village and town, defend Sangzi, arrest thieves and chase the murderer, etc., in Zhang Huen's view, it is just a disguised collection of protection fees, acting as a protective umbrella for the villages and towns.

However, apparently not all the monks of the heart generation think so, they are now tired of staying in the mountains, and the life of coarse tea and light rice makes them almost fade out of their mouths, and this time they go down the mountain, but it is the beginning of their return to the world.

"Heart proof, why don't you go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to receive the monk's task?"

After eating, Zhang Huen was about to finish the morning class in Luohan Hall, but when he went out, he found that the ousted Master Fang Zheng was standing in the corner with a smile and waving at him, he walked over, shook his head and said:

"If you receive this kind of task, I'm afraid that it will be thundered by the sky."

"The testimony of the heart is that the power lies in the wicked, and they will do evil things, and the power lies in the good man."

As soon as Fang Zheng said this, Zhang Huen frowned, knowing what he meant, and said:

"I know. Go down the mountain immediately and be sure to protect the reputation of the temple. ”

"Amitabha!"

The two pronounced a Buddha horn to each other and left in reverse. (To be continued.) )