A few people first went to visit Master Huimin and handed him the scriptures they had found in the Wufu Sect. Later, several people went to the meditation room to find the abbot, but no one was found. After some inquiry, I learned that Master Hui Zheng had gone to the field. The Shaolin Temple has its own land, and each monk is self-sufficient in farming, and the heads of each courtyard and the abbot elders are no exception.

In the 100 acres of cultivated land under Shaomuro Mountain, thousands of monks are sweating and drying. Lin Sanchuan exclaimed: "They are all good hands at work!" Everyone walked on the ridges of the field, and finally found the abbot of Hui Zheng at the edge of the field. At this time, the abbot of Hui Zheng was also naked, revealing a skinny bronze upper body. The pickaxe in his hand rose and fell, and sweat stains were spilling from him. Except for Dong Ping, everyone was surprised, they didn't dare to think that this virtuous abbot of Hui Zheng was such an old farmer.

Abbot Hui Zheng straightened up and wiped his sweat, and said without raising his eyelids: "Sit in the shade." ”

Under the big pine tree, on the bluestone slab, several people sat cross-legged. Abbot Hui Zheng took a sip of water and said, "Uncle Tai Dean has been doing lately?"

Xiao Shanming folded his hands and said: "There is an abbot Lao who is worried, and the Taishuyuan can't imagine that the abbot of Shaolin is no different from the old farmer."

Dong Ping called: "Master Hui Tribulation." ”

Chang'an is good. ”

Hui Zheng said slowly: "If it is an eventful autumn today, no house or courtyard will inevitably be in trouble. However, Uncle Tai is very knowledgeable and has a clear world, and he will definitely be able to handle it. ”

Dong Ping said secretly, Uncle Tai is indeed an old fox.

Hui Zheng continued: "You must have other things to do when you come to Shaolin Temple. ”

"Yes, in addition to returning the few volumes of essential secrets lost in Shaolin Temple, I also came to offer an invitation to the Nine Hundred Flowers Festival in early July. Xiao Shanming said, then took out an invitation and presented it to Master Hui Zheng. After receiving the invitation, Master Hui Zheng said: "The Hundred Flowers Festival has always been a grand event in the rivers and lakes, and Shaolin Temple has been going there all year round. But this year's invitation seems to have come a little early. ”

Dong Ping continued: "The master just said that today is an eventful season, and Luyue Academy was just forced to pass the palace a few days ago. I think the reason why Dean Tai sent this invitation in advance is mainly to move around with the forces that are good friends, so as not to be isolated and helpless when the college suffers again in the future. ”

Hearing this, Hui Zheng said: "If the academy suffers in the future, Shaolin Temple will naturally not stand idly by. Even if you don't take into account the friendship with the academy, you have to take into account the kindness of Dong Shizhu to the temple. After saying that, Hui Zheng glanced at Dong Ping meaningfully, and the rest of the people all looked at Master Hui Zheng and Dong Ping in a fog. Dong Ping smiled and said nothing, he knew in his heart that the Shaolin Temple was already strong, and now the twelve masters of the Duzi generation have awakened, which has added a great help to it, which is naturally a great favor.

After a while, the abbot said, "If there is nothing else, the donors will rest on their own." The old man will finish turning over the three acres of land before the sun sets, and he will sow seeds tomorrow. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Shanming stood up violently, his lips moving slightly, as if he had something to say.

"What else is the matter with the benefactor?"

Xiao Shanming's Adam's apple rolled up and down twice and then said, "Student Xiao Shanming, there is indeed something I want to ask the master for guidance when I come to Shaolin." But this matter is related to Shaolin's secrets, and students don't know whether to ask or not. ”

Hui Zheng laughed and said: "The few secrets in Shaolin are actually known to a few people, and there is nothing else to ask." Xiao Shizhu just asked, the old man knew everything. ”

Xiao Shanming stretched his brows and said, "The student wants to ask the master about the hidden circumstances of the theft of the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion twenty years ago. ”

As soon as Xiao Shanming's words came out, everyone knew that Xiao Shanming knew that the killing of his mother and young sister was related to the theft of the Shaolin Temple's scripture pavilion.

After closing his eyes and pondering for a moment, Hui Zheng sighed and said slowly: "The events of the year should really be vivid. I remember that it was the eighteenth day of the first month of the twentieth year, and the lay disciples who went home to visit their relatives during the Lantern Festival also rushed back to the mountain one after another. At that time, a few wealthy lay disciples also brought large bundles of fireworks from their homes, and they set off them under the Sanjie Wall at night. Thousands of flowers and trees, stars like rain. When did the monks in the temple see such a beautiful scenery, they went down the mountain to see it. But suddenly, several gusts of wind struck, and sparks drifted all over the mountains, and a fire broke out in an instant. At that time, all the disciples thought it was a natural disaster and went to carry water to put out the fire.

But the old man and several other elders knew that this was a man-made disaster caused by the agitation of true qi by a samurai with extremely strong cultivation. We didn't dare to hold it up, and we sat in the most important places in the temple. Sure enough, when the fire was raging, seven or eight groups of masked men attacked the mountain from all over the place. One of them slaughtered the Scripture Pavilion guarded by the old man, and the leader of them fought with the old man as soon as he came. That man's strength was so high that he was on par with Lao Ke in the fight, but Lao Ke knew that I was inferior to him. ”

Abbot Hui Zheng was interrupted by Xiao Shanming when he said this: "Since the master has fought with him, do you know where his martial arts come from?"

The abbot of Hui Zheng sighed and said: "Lao Qu said that I am not as good as him It is precisely because of this, although he used the kung fu of the Divine Fist Gang to fight with Lao Qu, but Lao Qu can detect that he has just learned the kung fu of this Divine Fist Gate." Only used the martial arts moves that he had just learned, and he was on a par with Lao Gao, and this person's original cultivation realm and martial arts talent were rare in the world. But after he had been entangled with the old man for half an hour, he retired. So at that time, except for the loss of a number of martial arts collections and the loss of some ill-intentioned disciples, the temple did not lose anything. ”

Dong Ping said with a smile: "If you lose your horse, you don't know if it's a blessing." If it weren't for that catastrophe, Shaolin's reputation would have been ruined by some monks. ”

Xiao Shanming was depressed, he didn't expect to see the abbot of Shaolin today, but he also had no clue about what happened back then.

Suddenly, Sun Mingxiang spoke: "I think this person is not only a great cultivator, but also an excellent courage. He knew that Shaolin was the second largest sect in the world, so he dared to set fire to the mountain and attack the mountain gate at night. After succeeding, it was all over. ”

The abbot of Hui Zheng smiled and said: "The female benefactor doesn't know, several seniors in the temple retreated seventy years ago. In the past 50 years, other previous masters have passed away one after another, and 20 years ago, it was the time when the Shaolin Temple was at its lowest. At that time, how could he dare to call it the second sect in the world, it could barely be regarded as a first-class sect. ”

As soon as Master Hui Zheng's words fell, Dong Ping said lightly: "How does he know?"

Everyone looked at him in unison, and Dong Ping glanced at a few people and said, "I mean, back then, when several masters couldn't go out of retreat, how did the people who attacked the mountain gate know about the lack of access to the temple." ”

Hui Zheng was shocked when he heard this, yes, although the weak strength in the temple was heard of in the rivers and lakes, but the fact that the twelve masters of the Duzi generation could not come out of retreat was only known to a few senior monks in the temple. You must know that in addition to the strength of martial arts, the prestige of Shaolin Temple's statement is first-class in the rivers and lakes and even in the temples. If it weren't for a very clear understanding of the situation in Shaolin back then, others would never dare to rashly attack Shaolin.

Dong Ping said: "Songshan is densely wooded, is there no precept to ban fire?"

"Naturally. ”

Dong Ping's mind turned, all the rules of Shaolin Temple were in charge of the Discipline Academy, and the lay brothers set off fireworks under the three precept walls, and the Discipline Institute did not stop it, and there must be a cat greasy.

"Which master was the first of the Precept Academy?"

Hearing Dong Ping's question, Master Hui Zheng naturally understood the suspicion in his heart. However, he smiled bitterly and said, "The first seat of the Discipline Academy passed away fifteen years ago. Even if he had leaked the secrets of the Shaolin Temple, it had gone with the wind with a fire fifteen years ago. ”

Dong Ping shouted: "Amitabha." ”

The dead are the greatest, what Dong Ping thought just now was just speculation, and what the truth was back then, I am afraid that only the main messenger knew.

Seeing Xiao Shanming's deep affection, Sun Mingxiang comforted him and said: "Although we don't know the identity of that person today, at least we know that that person is a martial arts wizard and has a profound cultivation. Although the rivers and lakes are far away, there are not many such characters, let's look for him slowly, and we can always find him. ”

Xiao Shanming smiled and said, "Ah Xiang said yes." ”

At this time, Dong Ping spoke: "That person really didn't leave any traces?"

Hui Zheng pondered for a long time and said, "Orchid fragrance." ”

It's an orchid again...

In the blink of an eye, Dong Ping's body was ninety percent better, and several people made an appointment to rest for one night and go north tomorrow. It was inconvenient for Xiao Shanming to stay in the temple with his female dependents, so he took Sun Mingxiang down the mountain and went to find an inn in a town not far away. And Dong Ping and Lin Sanchuan still live in the temple.

After dinner, Dong Ping came to the Discipline Academy, where Master Huimin happened to be.

When I came to Master Huimin's meditation room, I saw that he was making tea. Dong Ping smiled and said, "Master, good Yaxing." ”

Hui Min smiled: "Master Dong, please sit down and come to taste the tea that Lao Ke burned." ”

Dong Ping said: "Boil water first, and then roast tea." This method of boiling tea is common in Dali, a subject country of my Great Song Dynasty, but I don't know that Master Huimin is well versed in this way. ”

Hui Min poured the clear yellow and translucent tea leaves into the bowl and said: "In the early years, the imperial court sent monks to the Yuantong Temple in Dali to exchange Buddhism. The people in the temple are not used to drinking this too mellow tea, but the old man likes it tightly. ”

Dong Ping picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, to be honest, he couldn't get used to drinking this tea. He smiled and diverted the topic and said: "Students come here mainly to borrow the dossier of Shaolin Temple in recent years, and I don't know if it's inconvenient. ”

Hui Min frowned and thought about it for a while and said, "Dong Shi mainly borrows it, so naturally there is no problem." But just look at it in the file room, and don't take it out. ”

Dong Ping immediately said: "This is nature. ”

Shaolin Temple has been established for nearly 1,000 years since Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and it and Wudang Daomen are one of the two major schools with the longest base in the rivers and lakes. Although the Sword Ruins are the first sect today, they have only been established for hundreds of years since the early years of the Great Song Dynasty. A middle-aged monk led Dong Ping to the door of the dossier room, opened the big lock, bowed down and said, "The poor monk is waiting outside, if Dong Shizhu needs anything, just shout." ”

"Thank you, Master. Dong Ping said, then pushed the door open and walked in.

The file room is spacious and clean, and at a glance you can see that someone comes to clean it every day. Dong Ping walked through the shelves and went straight to the bookshelf where the files of the Daguan period were stored twenty years ago.

Dong Ping looked up and down, and the file recording the disaster of the Shaolin Temple twenty years ago was placed in the most eye-catching position. Thinking that there was also a warning of shame and bravery, Dong Ping took down the file and read it carefully, and the situation recorded on it was roughly the same as what the abbot of Hui Zheng said. It's just that after the catastrophe that year, the Zen master Huineng, who was the head of the precept institute at the time, voluntarily accepted the responsibility, but was hidden by the abbot of the Huizai. Thinking about the performance of Master Hui Zheng at that time, he should have been suspicious of Master Hui Neng for a long time. However, since the Si people have gone, Master Hui Zheng wants to keep Master Hui Neng innocent.

Dong Ping put the file back in place and pulled out a booklet with the word Huineng written on the front page. When I looked at it, it was full of the insights that Master Huineng usually read and recorded in Buddhism. Dong Ping looked at it and felt that the words recorded in it were really every word. Seeing this, Dong Ping couldn't help but sink. Dong Ping was amazed that a person who had such a deep understanding of Buddhism would definitely not do the crooked act of selling the secrets of the temple. He continued to flip down, only to see that a few days before the sting twenty years ago, there was another person's insight in Master Huineng's booklet. That person's Dharma name, Enlightenment.

There are two pages of Wuyuan's perception of Buddhism, followed by Master Huineng's criticism: "Wuyuan disciples have great wisdom roots, and they have a relationship with my Buddha, and they are very good." ”

Dong Ping was suspicious in his heart, and he turned down again, only to see that the next few pages were all miscellaneous lines scribbled with a brush. Then there were more than a dozen blank pages, and on the last page, there were a few words of Master Huineng, which read, 'I come to atone for my sins!' and the date recorded on it was the day before Master Huineng's death fifteen years ago.

Dong Ping said secretly, this understanding is absolutely inseparable from the events of the past. Perhaps, this Wuyuan relied on Master Huineng's love for him back then, and he took out the secrets of Shaolin Temple from Huineng. On the night of the sting, he encouraged Master Huineng to allow lay disciples to set off fireworks.

After the accident in Shaolin Temple, although Master Huineng knew that it was Wuyuan who was the obstruction, but his love and compassion made him unbearable to report Wuyuan, and finally died to atone for Wuyuan.

Thinking of this, Dong Ping stuffed the booklet into his arms and ran out quickly. When he came to the door, Dong Ping found that the door had been locked. Dong Ping's heart fell, so he pulled out the snow and shouted: "Wuyuan, open the door!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a puff of red smoke poured in through the crack in the door below. Dong Ping hurriedly covered his mouth and nose, but the smoke went to his skin. In an instant, Dong Ping felt that his body was weak, and the true qi in his dantian qi palace began to leak out wildly.

At this moment, there are several places on Mt. Shomuro that are on fire at the same time. As he spoke, the fire was about to spread to the temple.

The abbot of Hui Zheng in the meditation room suddenly opened his eyes and muttered, "Shocked again..."

The bell in the temple rang again, and the voice of the abbot of Hui Zheng floated above Songshan Mountain: "The first of the ten towns guards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the eight elders follow me to the forbidden land of the back mountain!"

In front of the dossier room, the middle-aged monk who brought Dong Ping was opening the windows one by one. Dong Ping, who was paralyzed on the ground, looked at him and forced a smile and said, "You are Wuyuan? ”

The monk was expressionless and silent. He picked up a bundle of firewood and threw it into the file room.

"Dog, Zen Master Huineng treats you like a son, you can actually deceive him ruthlessly and harm him. I see that the Buddhist scriptures you wrote are also deceiving yourself with a clear conscience!"

Wu Yuan still didn't speak, and threw a bundle of firewood into the file room.

Dong Ping sneered and said, "What's the matter? I can't speak? Hehe, this son can hack you to death when he stands, and he can scold you to death when he lies down!"

After hearing this, Wu Yuan threw something into the house, but it was not firewood. Dong Ping saw that it was actually a tongue that had been cut off.

Looking at Wuyuan again, as soon as he opened his mouth, he shed Dao Yin blood.

Dong Ping was dumbfounded and whispered, "Dog's day." ”

After throwing a few more bundles of firewood into the house, Wu Yuan took out the fire fold. As soon as he wanted to light the fire, he heard a young voice behind him call out to him, "Senior brother, let me come!"

Wu Yuan looked back, and the person who stopped him had seen it, it was the little monk who came to the mountain with Dong Ping.

Wuyuan stared at him, his eyes like torches. Enlightenment stepped back and said, "He, he killed my master, I want to avenge my master..."

Wu Yuan's eyes were foggy, and after a moment, he let out a mum sound from his throat.

Perception stepped forward and took the fire fold from Wuyuan's hand. Dong Ping looked at the comprehension and said with a smile: "Lose it, after tonight, you will no longer have a chance to take revenge." ”

Knowing gritted his teeth, he threw the fire fold in his hand hard, but his body turned back violently, only to see that he was holding a dagger in his hand and stabbed at Wuyuan. It seemed that Goin had known that he would do this, but he had no intention of avoiding it. The dagger in the hand of others with understanding pierced deep into his heart, and the understanding was instantly stupid, and he didn't dare to think that he had really killed someone.

Wu Yuan's body slowly fell, but his gaze was relieved.

His lips opened slightly, Teacher, were the two words he wanted to say but didn't say.

Suddenly, someone in the room grinned, "I see that you often hold a villain with the word Dong Ping written on it, but today you can kill him, why did you soften your heart again?"

Perception looked up, and it was Ah Jiu who was holding a sword and wine to speak.

Perception cried out: "I... I, I don't know. I never thought about killing anyone, and I never thought about killing anyone. ”

Ah Jiu smiled: "If you don't drag him out now, even if he can't die, he will have to become a roast chicken and smoked duck." ”

Perception looked back and saw that the firewood in the file room had already been lit. He hurriedly pulled out a bunch of keys from Wuyuan's corpse, and then hurriedly opened the door and dragged out Dong Ping, who had been smoked by smoke and fire.

At this time, Ah Jiu looked at Dong Ping's embarrassment and wanted to taunt him. But suddenly I saw three figures flying across the sky, heading towards the Scripture Pavilion.