Wu Dong couldn't wait to run to the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion at this time, and just when he was about to open his mouth and propose to go to the Scripture Pavilion immediately, he saw the empty abbot look at the sky and say to the guest monk: "Fuyun, you take this donor to eat first, and then take him to the Scripture Pavilion, I will inform the Zangjing Pavilion of the dust and the two junior brothers." Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Yes, Abbot," Fuyun replied respectfully.

"Thank you, Abbot!". Wu Dong bowed to the abbot, and at this time he was full of respect and gratitude to the Shaolin abbot, so he did not choose the fist salute between the warriors.

"Fuyun, when Master Wu was in Shaolin, you asked Fukong to be in charge of Lord Wu's diet and daily life.." Lichen thought that Wu Dong was going to stay in Shaolin for a short time, and his life needed to be arranged, so he explained to Fuyun, who was about to leave.

"Yes! Abbot, that disciple will retire first." After Fuyun finished speaking, he turned to Wu Dong, "Master Wu, come with me to eat first." ”

Fuyun went first, Wu Dong followed, passed through the courtyards, passed by the solemn Dharma Hall, crossed the mighty Arhat Hall, and passed the quiet Bodhi Courtyard, Wu Dong saw a compound that could accommodate thousands of people! I swept my eyes and looked around, and found that there was a group of monks lined up in a straight line not far away, they were old and young, high and low, and they didn't make a sound... I sighed in my heart: "If the Chinese people in the 21st century are so conscious and self-disciplined, the quality of the people will definitely far surpass that of Europe and the United States... ”

"Master Wu, please follow the poor monk here" came to the rear of the team, and Fuyun was ready to take Wu Dong around the crowd in line.

"Master Fuyun, you Shaolin monks, regardless of their status or age, are so quiet, neat, and consciously lined up, I will line up behind them! He is one person, I am the other, others can do it, why can't I do it! No one is privileged, and so should I. Wu Dong rejected Fuyun's kindness.

"Master Wu Shi is really philosophical when he speaks, and Fuyun admires it!" Fuyun sighed at Wu Dong's moral cultivation, and thought: "This Wu donor is different, the donor who came in before, if he had dinner in the temple, no one had ever voluntarily lined up with the monks of the temple, at most he said politely: "Then thank you", and I don't know where Wu Shizhu is from, after all, a person's moral cultivation is often related to the environment in which he lives.." For a while, Fuyun felt a lot of emotion.

Wu Dong moved slowly with the monk in front of him, and time was slowly passing...

When I finally stepped into the cafeteria, I saw that there were five rows of places to eat, and I saw that every monk consciously went to a place where no one was to eat, and at the same time, there were monks who put their rice bowls and chopsticks into the prescribed place after eating. When Wu Dong saw the monks in the distance and saw the empty bowl put down, he was suddenly shocked.

Wu Dong saw that there was not a grain of rice left on the bowl put down by each monk, and recalled a poem told by the primary school teacher with affection: "On the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops are under the soil, who knows that the Chinese food on the plate is hard!" "But how many people in the 21st century can do it, after eating, the rice does not stick to the bowl? I remember the people around me who used to say: "Who is sending these grains of rice in this era?" A middle school teacher thought he knew a lot about economics: "Wasting one more steamed bun a day can promote the country's domestic demand, increase the price of grain, and thus increase the income of the farmer's uncle... ”。

When he grew up, Wu Dong gradually understood that although the country was rich, there were still many people who were hungry. Didn't Shaolin have any money at this time? Wu Dong doesn't believe it, after all, the rich people's incense money is quite sufficient, maybe some rich people have done too many things on the way from no money to rich, so they hope to pray to God and Buddha for blessings, especially in this era of feudal superstition. What's more, many of the nearby industries were divided into Shaolin by the imperial court, and the monks of this era ate vegetarian food and did not touch meat, and did not take wives by chanting scriptures...

"Master Fuyun, I really admire the cultivation of your Shaolin monks!" Wu Dong only said this one sentence to Fuyun after entering the door. After looking around, I found that none of the monks spoke, only the sound of chopsticks scraping or touching the bowl, and immediately remembered that the "food does not speak" on the three-character scripture generally no longer speaks.

After a quiet lunch, Wu Dong followed the floating clouds in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion...

Along the way he came, he passed the courtyard where the abbot was, and walked about 100 meters ahead, and he and Fuyun came to the place where the Scripture Pavilion was located...

Raising his eyes and looking at the plaque above the door with the words "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", Wu Dong only felt that his spirit was quickly attracted by those three words and he couldn't extricate himself...

"Master Wu, Master Wu! Don't keep staring at those three words, such as people with insufficient internal strength, it is easy to damage their spirits. Fortunately, Fuyun spoke out in time to pull him out of the spiritual quagmire.

"Thank you Master Fuyun for your help!" Wu Dong said gratefully, knowing that if Fuyun hadn't woken him up in time just now, he might have already gotten on the road.

"Wu Shizhu, this plaque is said to be written when the Bodhidharma Patriarch is about to become a Buddha, when the writing wind suddenly fell, the thunder rolled, and finally the Bodhidharma Patriarch smashed the thunder and wind with a punch.. This plaque has no offensive ability, it can only deter some ill-intentioned people, as long as the mind is open-minded, at most it is only mentally damaged and unconscious! Fuyun explained to Wu Dong.

"Master Wu, please come in with the poor monks." With that, Fuyun stepped into the Scripture Pavilion and turned to him and shouted.

After that, Wu Dong followed Fuyun into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and then Fuyun said to him: "Master Wu first went with the poor monk to meet the two uncles of Chen and Wu, and the two uncles have been living in the Zangjing Pavilion and guarding the Scripture Pavilion to prevent the small people from entering the law and stealing the scriptures."

"There's Master Lao Fuyun." After speaking, Wu Dong followed Fuyun towards the right side of the door, walked nearly fifty meters, and Fuyun led him to step on the stairs in front of him and go upstairs.

"Master Wu, there are three floors in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the first floor is the Buddhist classics, which are divided into the original Sanskrit version and the Chinese translation version. The second layer is the martial arts classics, which are divided into light skills, internal skills, weapons, external skills and body methods. The third floor is the place where the two uncles rest, practice martial arts and study scriptures," on the way upstairs, Fuyun explained the layout of the scripture pavilion to Wu Dong.

In about two minutes, Wu Dong and Fuyun came to the third floor, and Fuyun, who was walking in front, stopped at the door of the third floor, only to see that his raised right hand had not yet begun to knock on the door, and he heard an old and loud voice inside: "Is it Fuyun and Master Wu?" Come on in! ”

"Yes! Uncle Chen! With that, Fuyun took Wu Dong and walked into the room.

When Wu Dong and Fuyun came to the person who spoke just now, Wu Dong found that the monk sitting on the futon in front of him was also like the empty abbot, but he was much thinner than the empty abbot, but his eyes were more divine than the empty one, and the temples next to his ears were not as bulging as the empty ones, Wu Dong thought to himself: "This dust may soon enter the realm of returning to the basics!" ”

"Master Wu, please take a seat, about your matter, Senior Brother Likong has already explained to the poor monk, and the poor monk hopes that Master Wu will not make a loud noise when he is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so as not to affect the normal practice of others." Lichen emphasized to Wu Dong, and Wu Dong nodded yes.

At this time, a chubby monk walked in, and I saw that he had a fat head and big ears, a big belly, round eyes, a smile on his face, and a look of affinity. Before entering the door, I touched the corner of my mouth with my sleeve.. After entering the door, he said to the dust: "Senior brother, I'm back." Seeing Fuyun and Wu Dong here, he wondered about Fuyun: "Who is Fuyun?" ”

"Uncle Wushi, this is Lord Wu, the abbot promised Master Wu to freely watch all kinds of classics in the Scripture Pavilion." The floating clouds looked at the none.

"Hmmm! I see".

"Two uncles! I'll retire first," and then said to Wu Dong, "Master Wu, the poor monk left first, and the poor monk had to go to the mountain gate to receive other donors who came to visit." "After Fuyun finished speaking, he left...

"Master Wu, go down and read the scriptures! If you want to practice martial arts that surpass others, you must have a stronger will than others and a more mature mentality or realm than others. Otherwise, everything is a floating cloud, remember! Remember! At this time, Lichen warned Wu Dong.

"Thank you Master Chen for your advice, then that's it, I'll go down first, and there are no two masters, and I'll retire first!" After Wu Dong finished speaking, he saluted and went downstairs.

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