Seeing Master Kongxin's face blue and staring at Kongling without saying a word, everyone instantly stopped laughing, and hurriedly turned around to continue to observe the bees and butterflies picking flowers.

"After class tomorrow morning, each person will pick up 100 loads of water to the release pond, and the empty man will pick 30 more loads." After Master Kongxin finished speaking, he walked out of the backyard with his hands behind his back.

Master Kongxin is known for his severity in Shaolin, and as soon as he spoke, he was irrefutable, and when the six of them heard this, they all drooped their heads, didn't say a word, and walked out of the backyard in frustration.

After the morning class on the second day, the six of them went to the kitchen, found their own buckets, and began to fetch water from the stream flowing into the temple to the release pond in front of the temple.

In addition to Lan Ling'er, Zhu Yu, Kong Yuan, Kong Ying, Kong Ling and Kong Xi all helped cook in Jixiang Kitchen before practicing martial arts, and they have not carried less water, and now they have practiced martial arts for a few years, and they are getting older, and it is not a problem to carry a hundred buckets of water in a day, but Lan Ling'er's physical strength is not as good as that of men, and Kong Ling has to pick up thirty more burdens, and it is naturally a little difficult for the two to complete the task.

In order to prevent several people from cheating, Master Kongxin specially arranged for a disciple named Qingxu in his forties to supervise, Qingxu found a pile of stones, sat on the edge of the release pool, and whoever picked up a burden would add a stone to whomever he wanted.

Before the lunch in the afternoon, Zhu Yu, Kong Yuan, and Kong Ying had already carried a hundred buckets of water, but Lan Ling'er only had eighty buckets, and Kong Ling was still twenty-five buckets. Kong Xi begged Qingxu to allow a few people to help Lan Ling'er and Kong Ling carry water, but Qingxu said that he would not let him help.

The monks had a rule of not eating at noon, but the monks of Shaolin Temple not only had a lot of three meals a day, but also could eat three clean meat for at least 20 days a month, the reason was that most of the monks in Shaolin Temple practiced martial arts, and their physical strength was consumed, and they needed enough nutrition to maintain their physical strength, so they couldn't take care of such a rule, so in the afternoon, everyone's stomachs were already growling with hunger, but Lan Ling'er and Kongling's water had not yet finished, and the four of them had to endure to accompany the two.

"Kong Xi, you and Kong Yuan, Kong Ying, and Zhu Yu went to the kitchen to eat, and then brought four meals over." Qingxu must also be hungry, so he arranged for emptiness.

"Thank you, Uncle Shi!" Kong Xi thanked Qingxu, and then turned his head to Zhu Yu, Kong Yuan, and Kong Ying said: "Let's go eat quickly, or Kong Ling and Ling'er will faint from hunger." ”

After a while, the three of them finished eating, brought four portions of rice and turned them back, handed one to Kong Ling and Lan Ling'er, and two to Qingxu.

"Uncle Qingxu, I forgot to ask you before, why did you ask for two meals?" Kong Xi asked cautiously as he handed the food to Qingxu.

"Today I am on duty, and I want to deliver food to a junior disciple who is in retreat, so I asked for an extra one." Qingxu said as he took the two bowls of rice handed over by Kong Xi, handed one to Zhu Yu, and said, "Senior Brother Zhu Yu, you go and deliver food, the retreating uncle is upstairs in the second attic on the left side of the Xizen Temple." ”

When Zhu Yu heard this, he took the food handed over by Qingxu, turned around and was about to leave, but Qingxu said again: "You hand him the food and turn it back, don't talk to him, or let the master know that he will punish you again." ”

"Why can't you talk to him, is this uncle doing something wrong?" Hearing Qingxu say this, Zhu Yu couldn't help but be curious.

"This retreat uncle has committed a Buddhist taboo, so he will be punished by the retreat, and everyone will know about this in the future, you go and come back quickly." Qingxu regretted a little that he asked Zhu Yu to deliver the meal, because Zhu Yu was too curious and might cause some unnecessary trouble, but the words had already been spoken, and it was inconvenient to take them back.

Knowing that Qingxu didn't want to tell the truth, Zhu Yu didn't want to ask any more, and felt that the food was getting colder, so he ran to the West Zen room with the bowl in his hand.

After a while, Zhu Yu came to the door of the West Zen room, because most of the monks had gone to Jixiang Kitchen to eat and had not yet returned to the room, so Zhu Yu did not meet the monks along the way, and the West Zen Temple was empty.

When stepping on the stairs of the second attic on the left side of the Zen Temple, Zhu Yu's heart couldn't help but jump up "bang, bang, bang", what would a monk who made a mistake and was locked up? Zhu Yu thought about this question and walked lightly to the attic window.

When Zhu Yu cautiously looked in through the attic window, he saw that in the dimly lit room, a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance, bright eyes, long hair, and medium height was looking at him.

"You, are you the uncle who is in retreat here? It's your dinner. Seeing the middle-aged man, Zhu Yu handed the rice bowl in from the window.

"Have you practiced the Mighty Vajra Palm with Master Kongkong?" The middle-aged man took the rice bowl and asked suddenly.

Zhu Yu practiced the Mighty Vajra Palm with Master Kongkong, and no one knew about it except for Master Abbot and Master Kongxin, how could this monk in retreat know, Zhu Yu was shocked in his heart, and asked strangely, "How do you know?" ”

The person in the room smiled: "I listen to the sound of your footsteps walking, every step is full of special strength, this is only available to those who practice the strong vajra palm, and according to the weight of your steps, you should have only practiced for more than three months." ”

"Well, Master, Uncle Shi is right, you have also practiced the Mighty Vajra Palm?" Zhu Yu couldn't help but ask.

"I've naturally practiced, otherwise I can't tell the strength of your skills from your footsteps." The monk in the room replied.

"What's your name? Why do you want to retreat here? How long have you been here? Curiosity made Zhu Yu forget Qingxu's warning, and unconsciously sent out a series of questions.

"My name is Qingli, you can call me Uncle Qingli, I have been in retreat here for sixteen years, and in another fourteen years, I will be able to go out, what is your name? I've been in Shaolin for a few years. After answering Zhu Yu's question, the monk asked Zhu Yu rhetorically.

"My name is Zhu Yu, I've been in Shaolin for almost five years, I heard that you made a mistake, what mistake should you pay for with thirty years of retreat?" Zhu Yu asked cautiously.

"It's been so many years, don't talk about this, I'm in retreat here, I can practice meditation and martial arts, why not!" After Qingli finished speaking, he pointed behind Zhu Yu and said, "Someone is coming from outside the hospital, you can go back!" ”

Hearing Qingli say this, Zhu Yu suddenly remembered that Qingxu had warned him not to talk to Qingli, and hurriedly turned his head to look at the courtyard, but he didn't see anyone, so he put his mind at ease.

"Uncle Qingli, I'll come to see you another day." After Zhu Yu finished speaking, he turned around and walked down the attic, and when he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, he saw monks returning to the courtyard from Jixiang Kitchen.

Zhu Yu walked out of the West Zen room and walked quickly to the edge of the release pool, at this time, Lan Ling'er and Kong Ling had finished eating and began to carry water, Kong Xi and a few others couldn't help, but they didn't want to leave, sat cross-legged by the pool, and began to practice internal skills.

Zhu Yu nodded to Qingxu Heshi, said hello, and came to the platform by the release pool, and sat cross-legged.

It wasn't until it got dark that Lan Ling'er and Kongling had enough water, and the six of them went back to the meditation room together, because they were too tired, everyone did not gather in the Zhu Yu meditation room as usual, but went back to the room to rest.

Since that day when he went to the West Zen Room to see Uncle Qingli, Zhu Yu has been thinking about how to see him again, first, he suddenly felt that there was no progress in his long-term practice, and he wanted to find someone to ask what the reason was, and second, he wanted to know where Uncle Qingli came from, because of what fault he wanted to retreat for 30 years, of course, this opportunity has not been found, he can only look at the West Zen Temple in his spare time, intentionally or unintentionally.

In addition to the agility of the body, the fingering method is the "steady and accurate" of the fingers, and after seeing that everyone's body shape has been almost practiced, Master Kongxin made a strange move, allowing six people to practice flying bees, butterflies and even some small insects with their fingers in the backyard, of course, can not kill these little lives.

Lan Ling'er didn't listen to Kongxin, she quietly took the butterflies she caught, nailed them to the wall, he asked Zhu Yu to catch them with her, Zhu Yu said that he was afraid that the master would find out, and he quietly asked Kongling to help him catch it, Kongling was noncommittal.

After a few days, the teaching of the fingering of the flowers ended, and Master Kongxin asked the six of them to take time to practice during their self-study every afternoon and began to teach some other exercises, but Zhu Yu found that Kongling would always leave quietly and did not know where he went.

Before dinner that day, Zhu Yu asked Kong Ling: "Senior Brother Kong Ling, you have been absent-minded these days, what have you been doing secretly." ”

"What didn't I do?" Kongling's answer made Zhu Yu feel that there must be something behind Kongling, but if he didn't say it, it was inconvenient for him to ask again.

When he returned to the meditation room after eating, something fell from Kong Ling's body, which happened to be seen by Zhu Yu, who was walking behind Kong Ling, and he secretly picked it up and saw that it was a butterfly sandwiched between two leaves, and the butterfly had been dead for a long time, and it was pierced on the leaves by a very thin wooden stick.

Zhu Yu secretly put the butterfly between the leaves he picked up back into the wide sleeve of Kong Ling with flower fingering, pretending not to see anything, just as he was about to enter the Zen courtyard, Kong Ling and Lan Ling'er quietly walked behind the four of them, Zhu Yu deliberately turned his head and called Kong Ling, just in time to see Kong Ling hand the butterfly in his sleeve to Lan Ling'er.

Seeing Zhu Yu looking at herself, Kong Ling blushed all of a sudden, and said hesitantly: "I, I'm just catching ...... for Lan Ling'er." ”

"If the monks don't speak, did Senior Brother Kongling kill?" Zhu Yu clasped his hands together and said with a smile.

"Butterfly, if you don't catch it, it will die sooner or later, put it in my meditation room, and you can also decorate my room, I was going to catch it almost and then let you see it, now that you know, go and see it!" Lan Ling'er said as she pulled Zhu Yu's sleeve.

"Then I'll go back to the room first, Senior Brother Zhu, we can't enter the female donor's room, you can go with Ling'er to see." The empty lady muttered to herself.

When he came to Lan Ling'er's meditation room in the courtyard next door, Zhu Yu couldn't help but see that the wall facing the door was full of all kinds of butterflies, there were dozens of species, black and white, red and yellow, and more butterflies with complex flowers and colors, decorating the whole room with brilliance.

"Ling'er, it's so beautiful, this is all caught by Kongling for you." Zhu Yu sighed.

"Yes, I wanted to catch it myself, but I came and went too blindly, and if I didn't get it, the master would find out, so let him catch it, and others wouldn't pay too much attention." Lan Ling'er said with a smile.

"But Kongling is a monk and can't kill." Zhu Yudao.

"He said that he was willing, not to mention catching butterflies, he could go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, but I asked him to catch me alive, and I would kill him, and he wouldn't kill." Lan Ling'er said as she used a few delicately sharpened small wooden sticks to stick the butterfly she had handed him to him on a piece of yellowed kraft paper pasted on the wall.

Zhu Yu was a little unclear about listening to Lan Ling'er's words like this, indeed, Zhu Yu had spent time in the temple since he could remember, and he didn't know anything about things between men and women, and Zhu Yu only felt that he was shy and unpredictable with Lan Ling'er, and he preferred to be with Lan Ling'er than Kong Xi and others.

Time flies, unconsciously, the flowers are gone, no butterflies fly to the back garden, and Kong Ling doesn't catch butterflies anymore, Lan Ling'er willingly or unintentionally let Kong Ling be his opponent for martial arts, and Kong Ling doesn't feel restrained in front of Lan Ling'er.

Everyone didn't pay much attention to Lan Ling'er and Kong Ling walking so closely, but every time Master Kong Xin saw Lan Ling'er staring at Kong Ling with his eyes shining, he would put his hands together and chant a Buddha name: "Amitabha!" ”

Just two months after Zhu Yu found out that Kong Ling was catching butterflies for Lan Ling'er, two people came to Shaolin Temple, one was burly, with a wide face and thick eyebrows, and a golden knife on his back, aged in his early forties; The other person was not tall, with a dark face, sharp eyes, and a silver whip stuck diagonally on his body.

Zhike monk directly took the two into the abbot's room, and after a while, the abbot Kongwu and the two came out of the abbot's room, came directly to the Dharma Academy, and called out Lan Ling'er, who was meditating and practicing qi in the courtyard.

Seeing the middle-aged man, Lan Ling'er said happily: "Father, why are you here?" ”

It turned out that the middle-aged man was Lan Ling'er's father, the leader of the Central Plains Martial Arts Alliance, and Lan Yiming, the head of the Tianlong faction, known as the Golden Sword Hero, and the old man who followed him was Sima Zhen, the head of the four protectors of the Tianlong faction.

In the early years of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang killed the heroes, in order to clear the obstacles to the future governance of the prince Zhu Biao, the Liangguo Duke Lan Yu and the founding Duke Li Shanchang were all killed, only the eldest son of Lan Yu Lan Xiong and Li Shanchang three daughters Li Qi were preserved with the help of the monks of Shaolin Temple, the two learned a body of martial arts in Shaolin, after leaving Shaolin, they became husband and wife, went to Tianlong Mountain to establish a faction, gathered martial arts masters, and fought against the government.

Because the Tianlong faction is deeply rooted and its forces are intertwined, for many years, the imperial court has been helpless against the Tianlong faction, of course, the Tianlong faction will not rebel against the imperial court, and the two sides are in a delicate state.

Lan Xiong and Li Qi have a son, that is, the current head of the Tianlong faction, Lan Ling'er's father Lan Yiming, ten years ago, after Lan Xiong handed over the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance to Lan Yiming, the two went south to live in seclusion in Cangshan, Dali, and never returned to the Central Plains.

"Ling'er, how are you learning Shaolin martial arts? Today, Uncle Sima and I will come to take you back to the mountain. Lan Yiming asked Lan Ling'er with concern.

"I'm used to it in Shaolin, and I don't want to go back yet, not to mention that my kung fu hasn't been practiced yet." Lan Ling'er pouted.

"Ling'er, you are fifteen years old, and you have been in Shaolin for seven years, what kind of system does a big girl rely on in Shaolin, not to mention, we said okay, go to Shaolin to practice martial arts, seven years." Lan Yiming said.

Lan Yiming's words were irrefutable, Lan Ling'er didn't want to say anything, as soon as he turned around, he saw Kong Ling standing at the door of the Dharma Academy, revealing half of his head, staring at Lan Ling'er, tears rolling in his eyes.

Lan Ling'er raised her head and asked Lan Yiming, "Father, can you take Senior Brother Kongling back to the mountain with you?" As he spoke, he pointed to the empty man who stretched out his head and looked this way.

Lan Yiming turned his head to look at Kong Ling, and said with a smile: "This is naturally not good, but if this little monk likes my family Ling'er, it is not impossible to come to the mountain in the future." ”

Lan Yiming's words were so ashamed that Lan Ling'er didn't know what to say, she just covered her face, kept stomping her feet, and then looked at the door of the Dharma Academy, and there was no empty spirit, only empty letter turned out of the door.

"Brother Yiming, I haven't seen you for five years, everything is okay?" Kushin asked, clasping his hands together.

"Alas!" Lan Yiming said: "In recent years, the court officials have been chaotic, and the power of the factory guards has gradually increased, not only the upright officials in the DPRK and the central government have no place to stand, but the people have also suffered greatly. ”

Sima Zhen said angrily: "Not only that, the Northern Sun God Sect is getting bigger and bigger, encircling the Northern Shaolin and other sects, opposing the Central Plains Martial Arts, trying to unify the Martial Arts in one fell swoop. ”

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, may the world be peaceful, the people are healthy, the Blue Alliance Master, you have to worry more about the people." Master Empty said with his hands folded.

"This is natural, empty, Master Kongxin, I will go back to the mountain in the next place, take care of the two of you." After Lan Yiming finished speaking, he turned to Lan Ling'er and said, "Ling'er, go and pack up, let's go." ”