In the night, when I couldn't see my fingers, I only heard the sound of stones rolling down on the tiles, followed by the sound of the tiles breaking, and suddenly a dark shadow crouched on the eaves, staring at a hole in front of a window, and a thin old face could faintly see the situation inside the room through the light from the window.

A young Taoist priest in Tsing Yi sat at the table, quietly staring at the shuttle dart in his hand, sometimes looking up at the window, sometimes bowing his head and pondering, "Good boy, it's really you!"

The thin old face showed a weird smile, and threw out a blade, the tail of the blade was tied with a red rope, and the other end of the red rope was tied with a letter, the blade flew into the window and fell in front of the young Taoist, the young Taoist stretched out two fingers to clamp the leaf, and the thin old face immediately disappeared into the darkness.

"Thousand Buddha Temple!" After the young Taoist priest finished reading, he looked shocked, lit the note, and when the paper was burned out, he pinned the blade to his waist, lifted his sword, and jumped out of the window.

In a Buddhist hall, a group of unclothed monks sat around an old monk who meditated in a double-kneeling style.

The old monk is the same as all the monks, but his upper body is naked, his ribs are like mountains and ravines, and his lower abdomen is deep for some reason. The old monk's face was serene, and he was still reciting the scriptures in his mouth. A little monk who fell asleep sweetly lay on the old monk's lap with a loose robe draped over his body.

Everyone was drowsy, but they were awakened by a loud roar of thunder.

"Master, they drove us to the Buddha Hall, why didn't the abbot let the little monk fight with them?" A tiger-headed young monk was angry, "The little monk has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he thinks that it will take no effort to clean up those people!"

Everyone was still asleep half-open and half-closed, or they were waiting for the old monk to speak with pointed ears.

The old monk closed his eyes, didn't seem to hear the young monk's words, raised his hand and motioned for the young monk to sit down, "Tonight, everyone is chanting sutras in the Buddha hall, and there is a merit! If there are no people, how can there be this merit?"

The young monk did not sit down, but pushed away a few monks, walked a few steps towards the door, listened to the old monk's words, stopped his steps, turned back, "Hey, Master, please forgive the apprentice for not following Master's words......!"

Monk Baosheng took the monk's hand away, but he didn't want the monk to still pull Monk Baosheng, "Senior Brother Baoyuan, these naan monks are afraid of things, but our monks of Qinglong Temple are not afraid of things! You let go, and see how Senior Brother beat these thieves who don't know what to do all over the ground to find teeth! Senior Brother Baoyuan, you let go! Let go!" Monk Baosheng was full of expression, only to see that Baoyuan monk trembling and loosening his sleeves.

"Baosheng!" the old monk still closed his eyes, his lips were chapped, and he pursed his lips, "If you go out, find some steamed buns for Lao Ke!

"The abbot is confused!" Monk Baosheng glared at the old monk, "This is all burning eyebrows, your old man still wants to eat! We didn't eat anything in the temple at night, let alone vegetable soup, not even leftover vegetable soup, but there were a few steamed buns!"

The old monk's face was declining, "Master, this 'Three Watches Zen' has to be recited!"

Monk Baosheng stared at the old monk and turned his head to the side.

"The abbot either handed over the Zen staff to the little monk, and the little monk drove those thieves away and killed people, and the little monk went to the government to surrender himself, or he didn't give it. The little monk went to get steamed buns for the abbot, whether he was dead or alive, and he didn't do the abbot's business, he only blamed the little monk for not being proficient!"

Seeing that the old monk didn't speak, Monk Baosheng sighed, flicked his sleeves, said goodbye to everyone, and walked out angrily, and suddenly a person crashed in, and both of them fell.

The person who came was Li Jiang, and the two sides exchanged reasons, so they understood.

It turned out that there was a group of martial arts masters who somehow approached the temple at the beginning of the night, most of the temples were monks, and at night, everyone had fallen asleep, but these people took the sticks and forced them to the hall with swords, and the abbot ordered everyone to chant here.

Besides, this Baosheng monk is not a monk of the Thousand Buddha Temple, but a warrior monk of the Qinglong Temple of Wuguo, who was ordered by the master to practice here for two months. Because he broke the Buddha statue with a muddy iron Zen stick weighing more than 50 pounds, the old abbot confiscated his Zen stick. The treasure source monk who had just grabbed him came with him.

When the monks heard that this group of thieves had come to the inn to kidnap people, they scolded endlessly, but the monk Baosheng shouted, "You are a group of naan, if you have the ability, you will fight with those thieves, and you will be a chanting monk, what's the use?"

The people were silent.

Li Jiang stepped forward, saluted the old monk, and said, "I wonder if there is any place in your temple where you can hide people?"

It turned out that Li Jiang had never seen a person in the temple, but he came here because he saw the lights here.

The old monk didn't say anything, but got up and handed a key to Monk Baosheng, "Baosheng!

Monk Baosheng was puzzled, "It turned out that the master was worried about the disciple! The disciple blamed the master for being wrong! The master forgave me! It's just that the person this young man is looking for doesn't know where he is?"

The bewildered abbot turned his back, as if recalling the old things, and said slowly, "The things in the Jing Pavilion are not your original things, but they are the things of your Qinglong Temple!"

"The things of the Blue Dragon Temple?"

The abbot said angrily, "On that day, the Wukang patriarch came here to say Zen, leaving this thing, everyone did not understand its meaning, and then the Baoming Zen master came here to wake up the old man, if you can understand the deep meaning of this thing, then bring this thing back to Qinglong Temple!

Li Jiang was taken aback, he had been rescued many times by Bao Ming in his previous life, only to know that Bao Ming was expelled from the temple by Qinglong Temple, and he was a monk who was not bound to the world and ignored the stereotypes, but he didn't know that Bao Ming came here to talk about Zen.

"Thank you, Master, but what does this thing have to do with the location of the female benefactor?"

"The mystery of this thing has a lot to do with the place where the female benefactor is, if you can't solve this mystery, even if I tell you, you don't know how to find that place!"

Li Jiang said, "Please go with the master!"

"Three more Zen, I won't leave until I finish my three more Zen!"

After that, the old monk sat down again and chanted.

Li Jiang was about to continue asking, but was pulled out by Monk Baosheng.