Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan arrived at the belly of Shaolin Mountain, it was already dusk and it was about to fall, and the two of them were just about to get out of the grass when they found that the entrance of Shaolin Temple was brightly lit.

The Mongol army, numbering about 400 men, filled the open space in front of the temple gate. The gate of Shaolin Temple was closed tightly, and there was no one guarding the door.

In front of the temple gate, there is a group of monks about forty people sitting on the ground, chanting sutras. The Mongols on the side stared at them fiercely.

"What's going on?" Guo Xiang found that most of those monks were ordinary green cloth Zen clothes, and they should all be ordinary monks. It seems that the Mongols should have caught it, but I don't know why.

"I remember Old Man Du said that the monks of Shaolin Temple are divided into two kinds, one is the warrior monk in yellow clothes, and the other is the Zen monk in Tsing Yi. It seems that these are all ordinary monks, no wonder they were arrested by the Mongols. Wen Yuan analyzed.

The two of them only came out of the village, where did they know that 10 years ago, the Shaolin Temple had been reformed, and now the Shaolin Temple is all cyan Zen clothes except for the older generation of Xintian.

The Mongols didn't know why, they didn't seem to want to storm Shaolin, and they all stood still.

"What do you think the Mongols want to do?" Wen Yuan felt that the Mongols would never besiege Shaolin for no reason, but he couldn't think of any special significance for the Mongols.

"How do I know, I'm not a Mongolian, maybe the Mongolian emperor wants to recite the scriptures, so he plans to capture all the monks of the Shaolin Temple and recite the scriptures to him. Guo Xiang kept staring at the monks, but he didn't find the shadow of a mountain peak.

Ok, ok, no peaks found. God willing, it's best not to be stupid enough to become a monk. Guo Xiang whispered a prayer in her heart.

In the ranks of the Mongols, a man suddenly rushed out, and the man rode his horse to the closed Shaolin gate and shouted: "Listen to the monk inside, the three-hour deadline has arrived, and if you don't hand over the Four Great Wonders, we will set fire to it." ”

Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan glanced at each other, and it turned out that the Mongols surrounded Shaolin for the sake of the four scriptures. These four scriptures seem to have been heard in the story of Old Man Du, and it seems that they are really good things to ask the Mongols to rob them so much.

The Shaolin Temple was still so quiet, and the Mongolian on horseback waited for a while, looked back in the direction of the army, and then seemed to have received some instructions. With a wave of his left hand, he shouted, "Okay, since you refuse to hand over the scriptures, then let these monks outside go to see your Buddha." ”

A Mongol with a torch in his hand grinned when he saw the man's movements, and his smile was extremely perverted. The torch in his hand was ruthlessly thrown at the group of monks.

The firelight shone brightly, and Guo Xiang found that every monk was greasy and greasy, and they were all splashed with lamp oil. How good is this, the group of monks are all sitting tightly together, and if the torch touches them, they must all be burned.

Guo Xiang thought of the cruel scene he was going to see later, and he was so frightened that he had to scream. Seeing this, Wen Yuan immediately blocked Guo Xiang's mouth with his hand. The two of them hid in the bushes, but the nearest Mongol was less than ten meters away. If Guo Xiang screams, he will definitely be discovered by the other party.

Wen Yuan's forehead was also shocked into a cold sweat, and the torch flew in the air for a while, and it was about to fall into the middle of the group of monks. He was also extremely anxious, after all, the monks were all compatriots in the Central Plains, and he felt very uncomfortable watching them being killed by the Mongols.

The group of monks also knew that they should not be able to escape, and the voice of chanting the sutras became louder, as if chanting the sutras loudly could drive away the fear in their hearts.

Just as the torch was about to fall on the head of a monk, a strong wind blew over Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan's heads. "Who dares to be presumptuous in the Shaolin Temple. ”

A dark shadow sprang out from behind Guo Xiang and them, flew over their heads, passed the Mongolian soldiers who had not yet reacted, and hit the torch with a kick.

The torch was kicked by the black shadow, and flew straight to the Mongol who was riding on his horse and giving the order. Where did the Mongol think that there would be a sudden change, and he was hit by a torch, and the whole person flew off his horse.

The black shadow landed in front of the group of monks, and swept the surrounding Mongols with angry eyes.

When the Mongols saw someone intruding, they drew their swords and were ready to meet them at any time.

The group of monks chanted the sutra and heard the voice, looked up, and when they saw the person, although it was only a back, they all exhaled happily. "Senior brother!" Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan saw that the person who came was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with extremely short hair and wearing an ordinary civilian coarse linen clothes.

Guo Xiang let out a long breath, fortunately this person appeared in time, otherwise those dozens of monks would have been burned alive at this time.

"This Shaolin Temple is also too hateful, seeing that his disciples are about to be burned to death, he actually refuses to hand over the four great scriptures. If this person hadn't appeared in time, they would have all been burned to death. Guo Xiang was angry in his heart, Shaolin Temple is an important place for Buddhism, and he would turn a blind eye to the life and death of his disciples.

When the group of monks saw that it was Senior Brother Wang Jian, they were all beaming, completely losing the expression of waiting for death just now, and they were all surrounding Senior Brother.

"What's going on?" Wang Jian saw that the Mongols around him didn't seem to mean to do it immediately, and immediately inquired about the reason.

A monk immediately explained that about a day ago, the Shaolin Temple found that many refugees suddenly went up the mountain and wanted to take refuge in the temple.

The Shaolin monks were also strange at first, but now that the world is peaceful and prosperous, how can these refugees appear. After asking, I learned that the Mongols had broken through the barrier and invaded the Central Plains, as if they were going to attack Luoyang, and it was from Luoyang that these refugees escaped.

Xintian learned of this, called a group of monks to guard the order outside the door, Shaolin Temple is now a five-star tourist attraction in the Great Song Dynasty after all, and it is nothing to take in refugees, but the environment in the temple can not be dirty and messed up.

So these monks maintained order outside the temple, but they didn't expect the Mongol army to suddenly kill them, so they arrested these monks. Then the Mongols surrounded the Shaolin Temple and forced the Shaolin Temple to hand over the Four Great Wonders.

"I see!" When Wang Jian heard that the Mongols came for the Four Great Wonders, he seemed to understand, and he didn't even ask why the Shaolin Temple didn't come to save them.

"I've wronged you. Wang Jian saluted the monks, and those monks also had understanding expressions, as if they were really burned to death just now and were willing.

Wang Jian was puzzled in his heart, the Four Great Wonders have been circulating in the rivers and lakes for a long time, but since the Shaolin reform, the scriptures have been sold openly. Also, how could the Mongols suddenly attack and hit in front of the Shaolin Temple, why do they want scriptures?

Wen Yuan on the side was also puzzled, the Mongols were strong and strong, and there were not many martial arts in the Central Plains who knew martial arts. It stands to reason that the Mongols, who thought that military affairs were higher than martial arts, should not be interested in the Four Great Wonders, so how could they deliberately besiege Shaolin for the sake of the scriptures?

Guo Xiang originally thought that someone would appear from behind them, but he didn't wait for a while.

"Is he the only one?" she saw that the Mongols were all swords, and she was also worried in her heart, although that person seemed to have strong martial arts, but there were more than 400 Mongols here, and one person could not save these monks.

"Didn't you go down the mountain, brother, why did you come back again?" those monks seemed to know that they couldn't escape today, and began to talk about what they had seen and heard after the senior brother came down the mountain.

Wang Jian laughed, touched the short hair on his head that had just grown out and was a little unaccustomed to it, and said: "After going down the mountain, I found that the temple was good, and I didn't know what to do when I got to the bottom of the mountain." Originally, I was able to receive tourists in the temple, bragging all day long, and gambling money at night, but I was also very happy. ”

"Isn't it fun to go down the mountain?" asked a monk who had also been in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child and had never descended the mountain.

The physique shook his head and sighed: "It's boring, you need money for everything." Although I earned enough five million taels, I used all of them to redeem myself, and I took a few hundred taels with me when I went down the mountain. It cost me quite a few meals, and it's not as good as the mountain peaks!"

The monks laughed, and some of the monks had eaten the food brought by the tourists who went up the mountain, which was completely incomparable with the dishes cooked in the back kitchen.

If there is one thing that satisfies the monks in Shaolin Temple, it is food. It used to be so-so, but in the last year, the meals cooked in the kitchen are delicious.

Guo Xiang and the two couldn't hear the conversation of the monks from too far away, otherwise the two words of the mountain peak in Wang Jian's mouth just now would have made her jump up happily.

On the other hand, the Mongolians didn't expect that the monk who was still waiting for death just now would actually talk in front of them, and the conversation was hot. However, they were not ordered or moved, which also shows that the Mongols had strict military discipline.

The Mongols, who had been knocked off their horses by torches, got up from the ground, their faces covered in blood, and they looked miserable. Cursing Mongolian swear words in his mouth, he jumped up and pulled out the scimitar pinned to his waist, and rushed towards the monk group.

Wang Jian had been paying attention to the side, and when he saw the other party rushing up, he pushed away the monks surrounding him in time and prepared to attack.

Who knew that the Mongolian suddenly stopped, and his angry face instantly calmed down. Wiping the blood from his face, he asked, "Who are you?"

Wang Jian didn't expect the other party to be quite polite, and replied: "It's just a passing Great Song people." ”