That night, the guests were gone, and Shanfeng was busy packing up the tables and chairs to close the door. Li Wei threw all his work to Shanfeng, and he sneaked out early to gamble on pai gow. The big-headed Buddha and the others have also finished cleaning up and returned to the backyard, ready to sleep.

Shanfeng finished cleaning up the tables and chairs and was about to close the door when a monk walked over.

"Little donor, excuse me. Can I close later?"

When the mountain peak looked up, this monk was kind and kind-eyed, about 30 years old. In the past, he could only see monks in the village when they were at someone's funeral, and at that time his mother told him to be polite to the people in the Buddhist sect. Qian Susu is also a person who believes in Buddhism, and often goes out of the village to burn incense and worship Buddha in Lingyin Temple, a famous temple outside Lin'an City, to seek Buddha for the strange diseases of the mountain peaks.

Because of the influence of Qian Susu, and in the story of Old Man Du, he is also very familiar with the story of the eighteen stick monks of Shaolin Temple saving the Tang King, so he has a natural good impression of the monk.

"Is there something wrong with the Master?"

The monk saluted and smiled slightly: "Don't hide it from the little donor, all the way I have come, the restaurants have been closed, and I haven't found any steamed bun shops." So I hope you close later and let me in for a meal. ”

"However, the cooks have already left work, so they should go to bed now. "Shanfeng knows that the big-headed Buddha has always slept early, and as for the big tiger and the second tiger, they are definitely not happy, and now they will come to burn noodles again.

"I just need a bowl of somen noodles, if the little donor is embarrassed, the old body will leave. After the monk finished speaking, he was about to leave, and his stomach screamed very appropriately.

Shanfeng looked at the embarrassed monk: "I'll help you cook a bowl, but the noodles I cook are not delicious at all." ”

The monk seemed to be really hungry, so he quickly nodded and thanked: "It's okay, as long as you can fill your stomach." Thank you for your kindness. ”

Shanfeng thought that he would burn a bowl of somen himself, although he didn't know if it would be unpalatable, so he let the monk enter the door and burned a bowl of somen noodles for him.

The monk looked dusty, as if he was in a hurry, and the monk's clothes on his body were already a little dirty. Shanfeng had never dealt with a monk before, so he took this opportunity to start chatting with the monk.

However, the monk was busy eating noodles, and he was all asking questions one by one, while the monk nodded and shook his head.

The monk is called Zhiyuan, and he is the supervisor of Shaolin Temple. This time, I went to South Shaolin, Fujian to sit on the altar and preach the Fa, and now I am ready to return to Shaolin Temple. Because of something on the way, the dry food was lost. So he entered Lin'an City to rest for a night, but it was too late to enter the city, and the chef of the inn had already come out to look for food after work, but he didn't expect that along the way, the shops were basically closed, and all the fireworks places such as Qinglou were still open, so it was naturally impossible for him to go.

happened to see that Shanfeng was closing, so he had to cheekily beg Shanfeng to close the door later for a meal.

Although Shanfeng didn't know what the temple was, he heard that Zhiyuan was a Shaolin monk, and he danced happily, so he asked Zhiyuan one by one about the stories that Old Man Du heard about Shaolin Temple.

Zhiyuan was not annoyed, and explained them one by one with the peaks. Only then did Shanfeng know that the eighteen stick monks who saved the Tang King were actually the eighteen bronze men in the Shaolin Temple, and the fact that the Tang King rewarded the Shaolin monks with wine and meat was a rumor. There are other stories, most of which have a bit of exaggeration in them.

"Monks are compassionate in their hearts, although Shaolin Temple is famous for martial arts, but as a disciple of Buddhism, you should not be contaminated with too much killing karma, which is against the way of Buddhism. Zhiyuan said to Shanfeng, according to Shanfeng's imagination, Shaolin Temple is completely a Jianghu sect, and he cares about fighting and killing all day long.

"Really?" Shanfeng was a little lost, listening to Old Man Du say that the first gang in the world is the beggar gang, and the first sect in the world is Shaolin. But according to Zhiyuan, Shaolin Temple is to eat fasting and chant scriptures and sit on the altar.

"Hahaha, if the monks of Shaolin Temple are compassionate, then I am the kindest person in the world. A strange cry came, Shanfeng and Zhiyuan were stunned, and when they turned around and looked at the door of the store, they didn't see anyone.

"I don't know if it's that hero who is here to slander Shaolin's reputation, why don't you show up and say it clearly. Zhiyuan said, his eyes looking around. He couldn't feel the breath of the other party at all, and it seemed that the other party was a very good master of light skills.

Shan Feng's eyes widened, he heard the words just now clearly, but no one saw it, could this be what Old Man Du said.

"Hmph, old monk, today is your death day. A man in black floated faintly from the roof outside the store, looking disdainful.

Zhiyuan looked at people, and although he understood what was going on, he still pretended not to know. "Master Ye, what are you talking about? Why did you slander my reputation as soon as you came up. ”

"I'm sorry! You still have a reputation in that broken place? We in the Tang Sect do things, and we want you stinky bald asses to take care of it? Since you want to take care of it, then you can leave your life to pay for my junior brother's life." ”

"This ......" Zhiyuan thought about it, and the word Qingyu seemed to be really unspeakable, since the other party chased here, it seems that he must know the specifics. But there is still a young man here, Zhiyuan has a little scruples, and he doesn't know how to answer for a while.

didn't see Zhiyuan make a move, but the man in black outside the door was even more nervous. This old bald donkey knows who I am, so the death of my brother must have something to do with him. But is it really this monk's doing? It's not like the style of the current Shaolin Temple, and if it's really him, is there any chance of winning by yourself and him?

It turned out that when the Tang Sect took revenge on the enemy in Fujian, he found that his junior brother had never returned, and when he found his junior brother, his junior brother was already a dead man. After examining his brother's body, he found that his brother had been shot in the chest and his heart was broken. He found a fragment of a Zen robe in his junior brother's hand, and thought that he had recently heard that Northern Shaolin had come to Southern Shaolin to teach the Fa, so he followed the traces all the way.

It was really him, and Ye Scorpion, who was still hesitating, suddenly saw that Zhiyuan's monk robe was just missing a piece, and the hand holding the fragment of the monk's robe clenched into a fist.

"It's really you!" Ye Scorpion stared at Zhiyuan viciously, with murderous intent.

Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, followed the gaze of the leaf scorpion and looked down, and immediately understood what was going on when he saw the monk's robe.

Zhiyuan's thoughts are flying, and he is not afraid to make a move, but there is still a child here. I'm going to do a bad thing. No way, and if I don't say I'm going to die, this kid will definitely suffer. Hey, it was nice not to make a move at the time.

At the time when Zhiyuan said it, he was on the outskirts of Fujian Official Road, and he was on the road.

As he walked on the road, he noticed the movement of the grass on the side of the road, and thought that he had encountered some animal or beast, but a woman with a torn dress came out of the grass. The woman's face was covered in blood, and her hair was mixed with mud and blood.

"Master, help me!" The woman obviously encountered something, and when she saw Zhiyuan, she seemed to have encountered a life-saving straw, and knelt at Zhiyuan's feet, hugging his legs tightly, trembling all over.

As soon as Zhiyuan wanted to ask the woman, a dark shadow burst out of the grass and came straight towards him. The other party wanted his life, Zhiyuan reacted instantly, grabbed the woman next to him and jumped back.

The man in black who failed to attack was obviously stunned for a moment, did not pursue, and looked at Zhiyuan carefully.

"Shaolin people?" the man in black raised his head and squinted at Zhiyuan, and Zhiyuan, who jumped away, was able to see who it was.

"Presumably Your Excellency is the Tangmen Leaf Thorn?"

"Looks like you old bald donkey has a bit of eyesight. Ye Thorn shook the weapon in his hand and sneered.

Ye Thorn, a disciple of the Tang Sect. Most of the disciples of the Tang Sect are good at secret weapons, which is well known to everyone in the rivers and lakes, and the reason why Ye Thorn is famous is the "thorn" in his hand. It is said to be a thorn, but there is a broken stab in the middle of the double thorn that spreads out to both sides, more like a pen holder fork. It is also the original weapon of this leaf thorn that Zhiyuan can recognize him.

"Since you are not an ordinary monk, then be more interesting, and you can go farther away by yourself?" Ye Thorn played with his double thorns, his expression disdainful. Hmph, Shaolin. Count your life back.

Of course, Zhiyuan wanted to go farther, but there was someone on his lap who hugged him tightly, and he couldn't go far. The woman's blouse was torn, and there was only one shoe left, and Ye Thorn's lewd gaze swept over the woman. He knew what would happen if he was gone.

"Master Ye Shi, the so-called ......" As soon as Zhiyuan spoke, Ye Thorn had already kicked under his feet and rushed towards him.

"Old bald donkey, if you want to meddle with your business, just die!" Ye Thorn's hands flew around, and he poked straight into Zhiyuan's throat.

Damn, you listened to someone finish speaking! Zhiyuan scolded angrily in his heart, raised his right hand and shouted: "It's always a bald donkey, and a bald donkey is not annoying! Do you know how polite!"