Songshan Shaolin Temple, back mountain.

At dusk, three young novices carried firewood and grass and walked hurriedly on the mountain road.

They are the lowest junior novices in the Shaolin Temple, because they made some small mistakes today, so they were photographed by the senior brother in charge of the room to collect firewood and grass so late.

At this moment, their steps are very urgent, showing the anxiety in their hearts.

If they can't send the firewood and grass back to the room in time, delaying the evening "medicine stone" in the temple at night and affecting the evening class, their sins will be great, and when the time comes, I don't know what kind of punishment will be waiting for them.

In Buddhism, monks are expected to follow the principle of eating once a day and no food after noon, but this rule is too harsh and extremely inhumane.

In order to facilitate the vigorous promotion of Buddhism, and also to adapt to the changes in society and concepts, since the Tang Dynasty, the monks' precepts and dietary principles have also undergone great changes, and all monasteries have begun to provide dinner.

However, the monks all declared that the monks should not eat dinner as a cooking meal, but should take it with shame as a medicine stone to continue the skin of the body, so Buddhism calls the evening meal "medicine stone", and only clear porridge, also called evening porridge.

The three novices had worked hard all day, and had been punished to go to the mountains to collect firewood, and they were already exhausted, and at this moment they thought of the medicine stones in the evening, although they were just some thin porridge, and they could not stop talking and talking, and they felt hungry and hungry, and they couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Shaolin Temple is only open to foreign pilgrims in front of the main hall, so the back mountain has always been inaccessible, at this moment it is almost dusk, it is empty, only the three of them are walking in a hurry.

Suddenly, they saw a gray-haired old woman standing on the side of the mountain road, holding a boy and girl of a few years old in each hand, standing in the middle of the mountain with an anxious expression.

Shaolin Temple since the Northern Wei Dynasty was established at the northern foot of this Shaolin Mountain, to the Tang Dynasty, for Emperor Taizong to enthrone, the entire Shaolin Mountain to Shaolin Temple.

For hundreds of years, all the farmers in Shaolin Mountain have cultivated the land of Shaolin Temple, so the residents of Shaolin Mountain are basically all tenants of Shaolin Temple, and all of them are familiar with Shaolin Temple.

The three novices often went in and out of the temple to run errands on weekdays, and they were very familiar with the nearby residents, but they had never seen this old woman, and they looked at each other suspiciously.

The monks, with compassion, still stepped forward and asked, "Old woman, but the pilgrim who brought her grandchildren to the incense lost his way and took the wrong way to come to this back mountain?"

The old woman's face was originally full of anxiety, but after seeing the three novices, she took a long breath as if relieved, and muttered, "Okay, okay, it's good to meet you." ”

It seemed that it was really a pilgrim who had encountered difficulties, and the three novices were kind-hearted and rushed to comfort each other: "Old woman, don't worry, let's take your ancestors and grandchildren to the front hall together, and you can go down the mountain and go home along the mountain road." ”

Unexpectedly, the old woman shook her head and said softly, "The old body can find the way." ”

Her voice was as small as a mosquito's humming, and the three novices didn't raise their ears to hear clearly, and asked, "Old woman, what did you say?"

The anxious and frightened look on the old woman's face disappeared, and she rolled her eyes and said, "The old man said that he was not lost. ”

The three novices were stunned for a moment, and then said: "Could it be that the old woman is here to visit relatives and friends? There is no one living in this back mountain, it is a firewood field in the Shaolin Temple, you must have gone wrong." ”

The old woman still shook her head: "The old body is not looking for relatives, the old body is here to find someone to help." ”

The three novices were stunned again, and said, "We know most of the residents here, and we can take you to someone you want to ask for help." ”

The old woman looked up at the three novices, and suddenly smiled: "The old body is like asking you three little monks for help." ”

The three novices couldn't help but look at each other, but they were still very enthusiastic and said, "Old woman, what do you want us to help you with?"

The smile on the old woman's face suddenly changed, and it became indescribably evil and proud: "The old body wants to borrow the face of the three of you!"

The three novices were taken aback, stunned for a moment, and only after a long time did they ask, "Old woman, are you joking?"

The old woman's face sank suddenly: "Where does the old man have the leisure to joke with you?"

There was a cruel look on her face, and her eyes shone fiercely!

The frightened and desperate screams of the three novices suddenly sounded in the back mountain, which spread far away.

When it was getting dark, a man dressed as a scholar in a green shirt appeared on the mountain road in the back mountain again.

With his hands behind his back, he walked up the stairs with Shi Shiran, and seemed to be enjoying the scenery of the back mountain with great interest, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

A short distance up is the Shaolin Temple, which is his destination, and he is indeed in a very good mood now.

As he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

In front of him, next to this deserted mountain road, there was a tea house.

The tea house is very simple, but a few bamboo poles support the thatched roof, and the grass shelters from the wind and rain.

But now the business of this tea house is not bad.

A gray-haired old woman with two children of a few years old sat near the door, and the two children played and laughed with each other, showing their naughty nature.

In the inner position of the tea house, three young monks in gray monk's robes sat with their heads down, they hung their heads, could not see each other, and seemed to be talking in a low voice, but they could probably guess that they were the inferior novices in this Shaolin Temple.

The scholar in the green shirt walked with great interest to the tea house, where the old woman and the three young novices were sitting on their own business, as if they had not noticed his arrival at all.

At this time, a thin middle-aged man wearing dirty patch clothes walked out of the tea house quickly, greeted him, and introduced the scholar in green shirt into the tea house.

The scholar in the green shirt sat down on the shabby and simple bamboo stool, stroked his beard, looked at the middle-aged man and smiled, and asked, "It's getting dark, and the business in the boss's tea house is still good." ”

The thin middle-aged man replied with a smiling face: "Alas, there are sparsely populated here, where is there any business?" The guest officer saw this old lady who was below, with two children, and the other three masters were from the Shaolin Temple on the mountain. ”

"All the land in this Shaolin Mountain is owned by the Shaolin Temple, and all the households are tenants of the Shaolin Temple. Just because of his poor health, he has been sick since he was a child, and he can't do farm work, so he can only build a shed here to sell a few bowls of tea for money to make ends meet. ”

His face was a sallow, sickly color, and as if to confirm his words, he coughed a few more times after he finished speaking.

The scholar in the green shirt shook his head, as if he was sighing for this difficult livelihood.

The middle-aged man was holding a huge black iron kettle in his hand,

Nodding his head, he asked the scholar in green shirts: "The guest officer wants to go to the Shaolin Temple?" But when you are tired, you want to rest your feet and come to a bowl of tea?"

The scholar in the green shirt didn't look at him, his eyes stared at the old woman sitting at the door, and suddenly laughed: "The world's famous ghost mother-in-law, when did she have such a big son?"

The old woman still wanted to have some ears behind her ears, but she didn't hear his words, and she didn't react at all. The middle-aged man was also stunned and asked, "What are you talking about, guest officer?"

The scholar in the green shirt ignored him, still staring at the old woman at the door who he called "ghost mother-in-law".

At this time, the middle-aged man moved.

The big kettle in his hand was suddenly raised, and in a flash, the hot boiling water in it spilled out, and with his exclamation of "ouch", it splashed on the green-shirted scholar on the side.

Under normal circumstances, the average person would not retreat to avoid the splashing boiling water.

The scholar in the green shirt frowned, and his body moved.

Suddenly, I saw that the middle-aged man suddenly held a dagger in his other hand, and stabbed the green-shirted scholar in the chest quickly and ruthlessly!

This time it is very vicious, obviously has quite good martial arts, and then look at the sallow face of the middle-aged man, revealing a sinister and vicious look, where is there still a trace of sickness?

The scholar in the green shirt was not in a hurry, stretched out two fingers and grabbed the dagger, and the middle-aged man twitched hard, but he didn't move at all.

But instead of panicking, he sneered sadly.

He held the dagger in his hand and moved, and with a "bang", a puff of thin steel needles like cow hair shot out of the dagger, flashing with blue light, and at a glance, he knew that he had been fed with poison, and slammed it towards the green-shirted scholar.

That's the real killer move!

All the dazzling attacks in front of you are all aimed at finally hitting this deadly poison needle!

The scholar in the green shirt is old, and he can no longer dodge it, and he sees that the poisonous needle is about to fly over!

He sighed faintly, and suddenly the puff of poisonous needles was gone.

It's not that it's really gone, but before the poisonous needle broke out three times, it was all in the palm of one hand.

A hand with thick black sharkskin gloves!

As soon as the middle-aged man looked up, he saw the somewhat regretful and mocking eyes of the scholar in the green shirt, and his soft sigh came from his ears: "You really shouldn't know who I am, and you still have to use a secret weapon on me, because I am Tang Da!"

Tang Da!

The eldest young master of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong, a famous figure in the rivers and lakes, one of the best hidden weapon masters in the world, wants to assassinate him with a hidden weapon, it is really like a class with an axe, and Guan Gong plays a big knife in front of him.

With the collapse of the Great Thunder Gate before, the Tang Sect in Shuzhong is now the most powerful sect in the rivers and lakes, who dares to pick up the tiger's whiskers and assassinate the eldest young master of the Tang Sect?

Tang Da's eyes were fixed on the middle-aged man, and the look in his eyes suddenly turned cold.

The middle-aged man's face also changed, and a frightened look finally appeared on his face.

His killing move had been made, but Tang Da was unharmed, and his surprise attack failed.

If Tang Da counterattacked, would he be able to catch Tang Da's blow? He was not at all sure.

The fear of death made his whole body tremble slightly, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the door, as if he wanted to ask the old woman for help.