Zhishan was closing his eyes and chanting the scriptures at the moment, although Li Qingzhu had the smell of blood on his body, but the sandalwood in Zhishan's meditation room was completely covered.

Hearing Li Qingzhu's words, Zhishan's eyes didn't open, the rosary in his hand kept clasping, and he asked lightly, "What are you guilty of?" ”

When Li Qingzhu heard this, he frowned, and he couldn't understand why Zhishan asked like this, didn't he know? But he still said honestly: "Qingzhu went down the mountain without the consent of his uncle, which is one crime; After going down the mountain, Qingzhu committed the precept of killing, which is the second crime. The disciple willingly accepts any punishment and asks the master to fulfill it. ”

"Amitabha."

Zhishan sighed, and then continued: "Qingzhu, let me ask you, monks should be compassionate, what is the meaning of this? ”

"This is a monk who takes refuge in the Three Jewels, and he should be blessed with bodhicitta and Buddha's mind, and he should be consciously aware of him, and he should live for himself, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south."

Li Qingzhu blurted out respectfully and without hesitation.

"Amitabha, in that case, what are you guilty of?"

The most kind words made Li Qingzhu raise his head violently and look at him in disbelief, this will not punish him?

"The reason why you went down the mountain, I have also heard a little, Ma Ning'er is not right, going down the mountain will be a disaster to the world, what he hates most in this world is you and Xiguan, Xiguan often fights against the Qing court, and sooner or later he will be betrayed by Ma Ning'er."

"Alas, when is the time for retribution, Xiguan is here, I'm afraid that after that, it will be my Shaolin disaster."

Zhishan said with some compassion, then he looked at Li Qingzhu, and said: "Qingzhu, you don't have to ask for guilt, hurry back to the meditation room to change into clean clothes, this bloody and ominous atmosphere is not suitable to appear in the pure place of my Buddha." ”

Li Qingzhu was stunned, and then stood up respectfully and responded: "Yes, the disciple obeys the order." ”

Since the best people have opened their mouths not to punish him, and he is not a cheap bone, he is willing to be punished before he is willing, and he immediately borrows the slope to get off the donkey and leaves.

"Qingzhu, go back and see your master, he is very worried about you."

At the moment when Li Qingzhu turned around, Zhishan suddenly said, Li Qingzhu's figure was also stunned, he turned back to Zhishan and said, "Disciple can save it." ”

After returning to his meditation room, Li Qingzhu took off his previous clothes and threw them into the wooden basin on the side, ready to wash them later. He changed into clean clothes again, and went out to greet his master, Master Zhiyong.

"Master, disciple Qingzhu has returned to the mountain."

In front of Zhiyong's house, Li Qingzhu said respectfully, and only when Zhiyong called him, he slowly walked in.

Zhiyong did not meditate at this moment, but chanted the sutra in front of the statue of Guanyin in the meditation room, and listened carefully, which is the Prajnataramita Heart Sutra.

"The disciple is not good, and the master is tired."

Li Qingzhu's nose was sore, so he hurried to Zhiyong's back, and knelt down all of a sudden, regardless of whether there was a futon under his feet.

"Prajnataramita Heart Sutra" is very simple, only 260 words, with Li Qingzhu's Buddhist practice, how can you not know what kind of scripture this is?

However, the most important thing is that most of these scriptures are verses praised by monks who are restless in their hearts and pray for peace of mind, or to pray for blessings for others.

Thinking of Zhiyong's earnest teaching to himself on weekdays, Li Qingzhu, who has always been unable to resist the care of his elders, feels even more guilty.

"Get up, Qingzhu."

Li Qingzhu did not move.

Zhiyong stopped chanting, then slowly got up and turned to Li Qingzhu, Li Qingzhu looked over carefully, and found that Zhiyong's face seemed to be much haggard, his eyes were swollen, and there were black and blue marks under his eyelids.

"It's the best thing if you can come back safely, I heard that you went to ask your senior brother for guilt?"

Zhiyong helped Li Qingzhu up, and asked in a calm and kind tone.

"Yes, the disciple went down the mountain on this trip and broke several precepts, and he didn't ask the master for his sins, but the master was merciful and forgave the disciple for all kinds of sins."

Li Qingzhu's eyes were a little red, and Zhiyong was usually very healthy, but Li Qingzhu realized at this time that Zhiyong was now more like an ordinary old man, an old man who was about to die.

"Well, you have this heart very well, my senior brother is not so restrained, not to mention that you are also trying to save the lives of your senior brother's entire family, I think the Buddha knows about it, and he will not blame you."

Zhiyong nodded, a little relieved, Li Qingzhu was able to calmly ask for guilt in his opinion that it was much better than avoiding, although he also knew that Zhishan would not punish Li Qingzhu, but the nature of the two was completely different.

"Master, you must not have rested in the past few days when your disciple has been away, right? The disciple went to Master Zhiqing to ask for a few pairs of tranquilizers. ”

After Li Qingzhu finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave, but was pulled by Zhiyong, Li Qingzhu turned his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhiyong waved his hand, shook his head and said, "No need, if you need it, you don't have to wait for you to come back, I would have sent someone to find Senior Brother Zhiqing a long time ago." ”

"The body of the teacher is clear to the teacher, but he is just a little weak, and when you come back, I will be cured without medicine, and I can sleep with peace of mind."

Zhiyong smiled, just like the most simple and kind ordinary old man Li Qingzhu had ever seen, who cared for his juniors.

Really calculated, Li Qingzhu and Zhiyong don't spend as much time together as Zhiqing, but Zhiyong really regards Li Qingzhu as his most beloved apprentice, just like his own son or grandson.

The more this is the case, the more ashamed Li Qingzhu feels in his heart, and in the days he spent in the mountains, he often talked about scriptures and Buddhas with Zhiyong, and the two spent more time together.

Being with a few elders of Shaolin Temple can make Li Qingzhu find a sense of home, that is the most vulnerable place in his heart, he will treat these people as his own family, for the happiness of his family, even if it is the task given by the system, he will put it in second place, which is why he did not take over Hong Wending before.

In the eyes of others, this may be very stupid, and those who are kind will not end well, but people do something in this life and do nothing, everyone has their own bottom line to adhere to, and Li Qingzhu also has it, that is the family he regards as cherished.

Over the years, Li Qingzhu has no other time to do, that is, to practice martial arts or to praise the Buddha with Zhiyong, and unconsciously, his elastic leg has also been promoted to level 6, which is considered a master.

With the blessings of the medicinal bath and the highest level of the Bodhicitta method, the golden bell jar has also been upgraded to level 5, and even if you are unlucky, you can defend against the most ordinary swords.

And all this was bought by Li Qingzhu in six years.

In the past six years, he would go down the mountain every year to find Hong Xiguan, and then look at Hong Wending and pass on some of his fists and feet.

His kung fu of bouncing his legs was also passed on to Hong Wending, and every time he saw Hong Wending's small arms and legs making himself use a familiar move, he would smile from the bottom of his heart.

Every year when Li Qingzhu went down the mountain to see their father and son, he would bring some money, he knew that Hong Xiguan was adrift, there was no money on him, and he would not do anything to rob the rich, so he still brought him better, anyway, it was a place to eat and drink Shaolin Temple on the mountain, and there was no place to use money.

In this way, Hong Xiguan was even more grateful to him, and Hong Wending also respected and loved this uncle more and more.

This kind of life lasted for a long time, until five little children became lay disciples of Shaolin Temple, and the sky of Shaolin Temple changed.