Slowly walk out of the temple and down the mountain.

"Husband, are you leaving like this?" asked Yinling. Before the decisive battle in Huashan, she happened to pass by the Shaolin Temple, and in her opinion, it was natural to challenge the Shaolin powerhouse, which was also the law of the husband in the past. It's just that this time, the husband went to Shaolin, just talked about Zen, drank tea, and talked about swords, and never faced off with the Shaolin powerhouse, which made her very depressed.

"That's it!"

Dugu Kang said lightly.

"Husband, the world's martial arts have learned Shaolin, Shaolin masters are like clouds, husband has arrived in Shaolin, why don't you learn from those masters!" Yinling asked suspiciously.

"The world's martial arts, it is true to be out of Shaolin, but the real master may not be in Shaolin!" Dugu Kang said, "Don't you smell it, flowers bloom inside the wall, and fragrance outside the wall!"

"Flowers bloom inside the wall, fragrant outside the wall?"

Silver Bell was stunned.

Dugu Kang said: "The world where Shaolin is famous is not those monks who are monks, but those lay disciples. In Shaolin Temple, the real masters are precisely those lay disciples. ”

"In ancient times, there were many beasts and humans were weak. At that time, in order to survive, in order to fight with wild beasts, and in order to continue life, there was the first martial arts. The original martial arts were not too fancy, they just imitated fierce beasts, and the human body was the strongest in terms of physical energy, and it was born in order to fight!"

"Later, human beings had various tribes and countries to fight for profit, and then martial arts gradually became prosperous. Martial arts is the study of battlefield fighting, not for health, not for self-cultivation, not for beauty, only for killing, only for saving!"

"Back then, Bodhidharma came from Tianzhu, but he was just a monk, as the saying goes, 'the heart of the non-clan must be different'. At that time, it was the period of the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the world was in chaos, and human life was as cheap as a dog. At that time, Bodhidharma was able to preach in the Central Plains, not by relying on the righteousness of Buddhism, but by force! At that time, Shaolin was able to gain a foothold, not because of those monks who preached the scriptures, but because of the blessing of secular disciples!"

"Buddhism, there is the Dharma Protector Vajra, protecting the immortality of the Buddhist inheritance. And Shaolin is immortal, relying on those lay disciples, they are Shaolin's Dharma Protector King Kong!"

Silver Bell nodded, somewhat understanding.

Buddhism is divided into levels, there are Buddhas, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats, Dharma Protector Vajra, etc., Dharma Protector Vajra seems to be the bottom, but in fact it is the force of Buddhism, protecting the immortality of Buddhism. And the Buddha, Bodhisattva and the like, preaching the scriptures and explaining the great truth, are okay, but when it comes to fighting, they are Xiaobai, not much better than the scholars who have no power to restrain the chicken.

In the troubled times, the reliable ones are still those Dharma Protectors.

"Shaolin Temple is to put it bluntly, it's just a group of monks, a group of ordinary people. As the saying goes, the county order is broken, and the door is destroyed. Maybe a county order can make Shaolin doomed, and maybe a Taishou can make Shaolin go up in smoke. How to resist the pressure of the government still depends on those lay disciples!"

"Besides, there are many temples in the world, and there are many temples under Songshan Mountain, not just a temple in Shaolin. Where there are people, there is a fight, and it is not easy to occupy Shaomuro Mountain! It is not easy for ordinary people to stand out among the many temples and overwhelm the temples. ”

"Later, there were three martial arts to destroy the Buddha in a week, and at that time, Shaolin was able to escape the catastrophe and be reborn in the catastrophe, thanks to those lay disciples!"

"Shaolin is originally Zen Buddhism, and most of them are monks. Those monks eat fasting and chant Buddha, even if they learn some techniques to strengthen the body, they are mostly health-preserving, less fighting, and useless. And most of those lay disciples learned Shaolin martial arts, or sold them to the emperor's family, made great achievements, or became a hero, the overlord of heaven and earth. As the saying goes, preaching and teaching is like a father and a teacher. If someone moves Shaolin, it is equivalent to moving the fathers and masters of those lay disciples, how can these people not fight to protect the temple!"

"Shaolin has a history of seven hundred years, and it is still standing, thanks to the protection of those lay disciples!"

Saying that, Dugu Kang took a deep breath and sighed with emotion.

Yinling understood a little, and said: "No wonder the husband doesn't go to the competition, just because there are no masters in Shaolin, this group of monks has average martial arts!"

"That may not be, there are also masters among Shaolin monks!" Lonely Kang said, "The abbot and host of Shaolin are average in martial arts." However, some inconspicuous little people may be strong in martial arts. Those strong people may be just a sweeping monk, they may just be a monk who burns a fire, or they may be just a monk who does miscellaneous things. These monks, when they were young, either served in the army as generals, fought countless battles on the battlefield, or became famous in the rivers and lakes, and their hands were full of blood. It was only in his old age that he was tired of killing, so he went to Shaolin to become a monk and cultivate his mind!"

"They are used to self-cultivation, why should I bother them!"

With that, Dugu Kang walked down Shaomu Mountain.

Actually, there is another reason why he did not say.

Even if it was a fight, it might not be the opponent of the sweeping monk

............

At this time, under the eyes of the host of Shaolin, Dugukang and his wife went down to Shaomu Mountain.

"How's that benefactor?"

Shaolin abbot, ask a sweeping monk first.

This sweeping monk, dressed in a coarse cloth robe, sweeping the ground with a big broom, looks very ordinary, and there is nothing unusual. Walking on the street, belonging to passer-by A passer-by B, it is easy to be forgotten. And in Shaolin, it is also extremely ordinary, some young monks only know that this sweeping monk is very old, and the rest do not pay too much attention.

"This benefactor, wisdom and accessibility, comparable to Bodhidharma, but it's a pity that he is the reincarnation of the Asura King, with endless karmic fire and endless killing!"

The sweeper said.

There is a sense of admiration in the words, and the king of the Asura puts down the butcher's knife, which is the best protector of Buddhism.

The Shaolin abbot frowned and said, "It's just, he's a foreign race?"

"Bodhidharma, he was also a foreign race back then!"

"Song Huizong advocates Taoism, and my Buddhism has no place to stand!" the Shaolin host sighed, "My Shaolin has reached the weakest moment in a century!"

The Song Dynasty emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts, and the status of martial artists plummeted, so that there were fewer and fewer Shaolin martial arts lay disciples; Song Huizong attached great importance to Taoism and suppressed Buddhism, which made Shaolin believers fewer and fewer.

"The decline will win, and the extremes of things will be reversed!" said the sweeping monk, "The Song Dynasty's national fortunes are exhausted, the society is in danger of collapse, and the troubled times are coming again, and the demons are in chaos in the world." Troubled times are coming, it is the time for me to purify all sentient beings in Shaolin, Amitabha!"

The abbot of Shaolin worried: "This is another disaster for me in Shaolin, and I don't know if I can get through it!"

The sweeping monk said calmly, "I am one hundred and twenty years old, and I will die in three years, and he owes me Shaolin karma, and he will definitely protect my Shaolin!"

When he reached his realm, he could feel his longevity on a whim, and when he died.

"It's just that in this way, my Shaolin mastery is going to be leaked!"

"I didn't learn Shaolin just to leak it. Bodhidharma once said: How can we purify all sentient beings? The Bayeux Sutra crosses its Dharma body, and martial arts crosses its color body. The sweeping monk said, "Everyone in the world can practice martial arts, and practicing martial arts does not need to be successful." As long as there is a heart, the lights will be passed on from one to another, and the lights will not be extinguished. Practicing martial arts depends on qualifications, all kinds of exquisiteness, self-cherishing broomsticks, and it is destined to be difficult to get into the hall of elegance!"

The Shaolin abbot sighed in his heart and stopped talking.

This uncle Taishi guards the scripture pavilion, but hopes that someone will go to steal the scriptures. As long as the books are not damaged, Uncle Taishi, rarely interferes.

has the intention of stealing the exercises, at least the heart of upward.

If you are afraid, you are afraid, and you don't have the heart to practice martial arts.

Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, there have been fewer and fewer people who practice martial arts, and few people have come to steal scriptures.

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