In the following days, Jingfa repeated the same activities every day, scooping rice with Bu Bu in the morning, drying clothes with Bu Bu in the afternoon, and studying Buddhist scriptures with Bu Shuai in the evening.

Once the days are full, they will pass quickly.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

Jingfa already looks like a rice, although it is not as fat as it is, but it is not about the same.

In terms of drying clothes, Jingfa can basically be on par with not thin.

Even his most untalented Buddhist scriptures have been learned.

During this period, Jing Fa met Xiao Shun and the three of them a few times, and they told Jing Fa that there was indeed a monk living in the Scripture Pavilion, but he never saw his figure, just like a ghost, let alone his handwriting, so it could not be compared.

As for the other disciples in the Shaolin Temple, they also investigated, and none of them had the same handwriting as the Buddhist scriptures that Jingfa gave them.

After hearing these things, Jing Fa became more and more suspicious that the monk in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion might be He Zhichu he was looking for, and thought that Shaolin must know He Zhichu's identity, so he tried to hide him, and the purpose was also to protect him.

But the problem now is that listening to Xiaoshun and the three of them, this monk seems to have been living in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all the time, and he hasn't even stepped out of the pavilion.

However, Jingfa was not qualified to enter the Scripture Pavilion, which made it impossible for him to go to verify it.

Therefore, the key to solving the dilemma is to find a way to enter the Scripture Pavilion.

In the next few days, Jingfa had been thinking about a way to sneak into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in his heart, but he couldn't think of a good idea.

One morning, Jingfa got up as usual and walked out of the Buddha hall, but found that the serious master and the four people who were not fat, thin, and handsome had already eaten breakfast and came to the door and were about to leave.

"Master, senior brother, where are you going so early?" Jingfa asked suspiciously, looking at the somewhat abnormal behavior of the four of them.

"Don't be stupid, hurry up, go up the mountain to watch a good show, you won't be able to occupy a good position if it's late." The serious master beckoned to Jing Fa and urged.

"What's good?"

"I heard that there were a lot of monks at the gate of Shaolin Temple today. Not fat grinned.

As soon as the words fell, the serious master knocked on the belly of the non-fat and said: "No culture is no culture, those who are not called monks, only those who practice Buddhism in my temple are called monks, and those in other countries are not monks!"

Hearing the words of the serious master, Jing Fa was shocked, thinking that he had never seen people from other countries, and today was just the right time to open his eyes, so he didn't even bother with breakfast, and followed the four serious masters up the mountain together.

Along the way, they met many monks, all of whom were monks in the Shaolin Temple in the Songshan area, and they all rushed to Shaolin today, the purpose was to see the unprecedented grand occasion this time.

From the mouths of other people on the road, Jing Fa learned that there were many people from other countries in my court this time, including tantric lamas, monks from Tianzhu, and monks from Dongying. Buddhism in these different regions is subdivided into many branches, so the number of monks who come here is very large, and it is said that the Shaolin Temple is overwhelmed.

Hearing such a grand occasion, Jing Fa's mood couldn't help but get excited, and what made his heart beat even faster was that when everyone's attention was attracted to this grand event, would he have the opportunity to sneak into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to have a look, or would the mysterious monk also come to see this once-in-a-century bustle.

After a short time, Jingfa and the others rushed to the Shaolin Temple, only to see that the square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall was already crowded with people.

Seeing Jingfa and them coming, three figures appeared in the crowd and greeted them desperately.

When I looked closely, it turned out to be Xiaoshun and the three of them.

"Brother Fa, come on, we have a good place for you. The three of Xiaoshun beckoned to Jingfa and gave up a good position to Jingfa's five apprentices.

This position has a great view and you can clearly see everything in the field.

Jingfa saw that the crowd was clearly divided into two parts, the side near the Daxiong Hall was Shaolin monks, and the side near the mountain gate was some people in different costumes, some dressed like Shaolin monks, some were dressed in red, with hair still growing on their heads, and some had dark faces and bare half arms.

After a while, a golden palanquin was lifted out of the crowd on the opposite side, and on it sat an old monk, who was not only bareheaded, but also bare-faced, with no eyebrows, no beard, and even a hair that seemed to have no hair.

The old monk reached out and grabbed a grape from the jade plate on the side, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, and said lightly: "Why don't you see Master Buyue today, isn't he in the temple?"

As soon as the monk's voice came out, the scene suddenly fell silent.

A middle-aged monk walked out of Shaolin, folded his hands respectfully, and said to the other party: "It turned out that the Holy Venerable of Tianzhu Golden Buddha Temple came here, and I hope to forgive my sins." ”

"No, what I'm asking is whether Yue is not there. Hearing the unprecepted master's answer, the Holy Venerable frowned slightly and said with some displeasure.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother went on a trip a few days ago, and he hasn't returned so far, I hope His Holiness will forgive me. "Master Bujie is the younger brother of Master Buyue, the head of Shaolin, whenever Master Buyue is not in the temple, Master Bujie presides over Shaolin affairs, so this time I saw that the other party came to such a big battle, and immediately came out to answer in person.

The status of the master of the precept is second only to the master of the head of the Shaolin Temple, and it is the first of the precept institutes, and is deeply respected by the disciples.

Therefore, at this time, when the Shaolin disciples heard that the other party actually called the Dharma name of the master of the non-discipline, they were immediately a little angry, and glared at the group of monks in front of them with angry faces.

These eyes of the Shaolin disciples clearly fell into the eyes of the Supreme Venerable, he snorted coldly, only to hear that the voice had not yet landed, and the most angry faces among the Shaolin disciples immediately turned pale, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

A ferocious momentum struck again from the air, this time aiming at another Shaolin disciple.

The master frowned, folded his hands, and read a Buddha horn heavily, and the Buddha horn was transmitted to the disciple with a crisp sound, as if two sharp blades intersected, and finally both shattered, so frightened that the disciple was unstable and almost fell to the ground.

"A great venerable man actually made a secret move to embarrass a little novice, which was an eye-opener for him. The Master of the Unprecepts had a serious face, looked at the Most Holy Venerable and said.

"I think it's because you Shaolin bald donkeys are not educated, our Great Venerable is something you can look at indiscriminately, and it's cheap for you not to gouge out your eyes. At this time, a young Tianzhu monk walked out beside the Supreme Venerable and said with a sneer, the meaning of ridicule overflowing.

After hearing this, everyone present, even Xiaoshun, who had just entered the temple, understood that the other party had put on such a big battle today, and he was here to kick the hall, and he also deliberately chose our host to come when Master Buyue was not there, which shows that he has been planning for a long time.

The cohesion of the Shaolin disciples was very strong, and as soon as they recognized the sinister use of the other party, they immediately clenched their fists, looking ready to do it at any time.

Seeing this scene, the master of the Bujie frowned, rose and fell, stood in front of the Shaolin disciples, and shouted loudly: "The Holy Venerable, the senior brother is not in the temple today, and it is inconvenient to entertain all the distinguished guests who come from afar, and please move to Huangling Town at the foot of the mountain to live temporarily, and when the senior brother returns, we will invite you to go up the mountain to talk." ”

"Hmph, don't quit the bald donkey, to tell you honestly, the old bald donkey is estimated to not be able to come back for a while, and we will definitely not leave today!" the young Tianzhu monk said with a sneering smile on his face.