The abbot replied and asked sadly: "Senior brother, since you said that you were wronged, then you said, why did you wrong?"

Sadly, he drooped his head and told the matter of the wordless scripture again, and said very aggrievedly: "He learned Shaolin martial arts from a wordless scripture!"

"What wordless scriptures?" the abbot asked, thinking that sorrow was making things up,

"That scripture was ordered by Uncle Zhicong to keep it before he passed away!" Sorrow continued,

Hearing this, the nerves of Kuzhi and the abbot couldn't help but tighten, the two of them were very clear, when Master Zhicong was deeply rooted in the essence of Buddhism, he realized the supreme Buddha's skills, but unfortunately with his death, his martial arts also disappeared, in order to deter martial arts, Shaolin did not publicize this matter, so outsiders do not know, these years, people who have the right to know about this matter are trying their best to find, but still fruitless, and now sad to mention this matter, Kuzhi and the abbot are naturally very nervous.

"Tell me what is going on?" the abbot did not have the previous anger, but asked the sorrow with great concern, and looked at the sorrow with great expectation.

Sadness explained: " The wordless scripture is called the Great Buddha Sutra, but it is all blank pages, just because the uncle ordered me to keep it alive, I have been carrying it with me, never discarded, but the last time I encountered Tong Yinli and Shang Youwei assassination, it was accidentally lost, a few days ago I learned that it was the Zong Zheng who saved me picked it up, he told me that the wordless scripture encountered water, and when it was half wet and half dry, you can see the words on it when you are half wet and half dry, I think, he also stumbled upon the mystery of the wordless scripture, and learned those Shaolin martial arts according to the above writings！”

Kuzhi and the abbot glanced at each other, nodded slightly, feeling that the sorrow was true, and the heart also knew that the fruits of years of hard work had finally appeared.

"Where is the wordless scripture now, show it to me!" asked the abbot,

Sadly, according to the report: "Now, the wordless scripture is not on my body, the guy from Zongzheng said that he put it on a big tree, but he promised that he would get it back and return it to me, senior brother, don't worry, I will definitely return that scripture!"

"Then what happened when you took them to the scroll left by Zong Wei today?" The abbot is a host, so he naturally has to sort out all the affairs and problems before he is willing to give up, not to mention the loss of the relics entrusted by the dignitaries back then, there must be an explanation, seeing that the matter of martial arts transmission has been decided, and it is a happy result, he asked another thing.

Sad didn't expect that although he used Zongzheng's other secret to cover in every possible way, he couldn't escape the thoughts of the abbot, and couldn't help muttering in his heart: "The abbot is the abbot's brother, and every question is asked to the dead!"

"What is the relationship between Zong Zheng and Zong Wei?" Just when he was sad and speechless, the abbot asked again,

The sad expression was fluttering, a little nervous, but he also gritted his teeth and replied: "No, it doesn't matter, what can it matter?"

"Then why did he take Zongwei's scroll?" the abbot asked again,

Sad had a smooth head, and just when he didn't know how to respond, he suddenly thought of an idea, and replied with a hippie smile: "Actually, I made a bet with that Zongzheng, I bet that he couldn't enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he said that he could, and then I said that the scroll he got from Zong Wei was the criterion for judging the victory or defeat, and I thought that the scroll had been in the Zangjing Pavilion for so many years, and that Zong Wei had also been dead for so long, so oops! Since I lost, it's a big deal that I will find him to come back another day." ”

"Nonsense!" the abbot reprimanded with a sad hippie smile, but he already had a certain number in his heart, knowing that sorrow was lying, just calculating it, not exposing it, and the bitterness was like a mirror, seeing through the sorrow and the abbot's thoughts.

"Even so, do you know that the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a forbidden place in Shaolin, you are so nonsense, if I don't punish the big commandment, how to explain to the disciples, according to the rules of the temple, or the rod is twenty!" The abbot is a very principled person, although he has the love of a brother and sister, but he can't be sheltered by love, and the law in the temple is broken.

Sadness immediately pulled the sleeve of Uncle Kuzhi's coat, begging to make it clear, bitter and sad couldn't bear it, and wanted to come forward to plead, but before he could speak, he was blocked by the abbot.

"Don't plead for him anymore, you all know where the Scripture Pavilion was, fortunately what was lost today is a scroll, if it is other important martial arts classics, then what should it be!"

Bitter and miserable, he also felt that what the abbot said was reasonable, so he stepped aside.

Seeing that there was no one to help, I had to beg the abbot for mercy: "Senior abbot, the junior brother doesn't dare anymore, can you forgive the junior brother this time!"

The abbot glared at the sorrowful, and said earnestly: "Sad, it's not that the senior brother said you, after this turmoil, you should also reflect and reflect, and make progress, in the past, you made some small mistakes, and the senior brother can bear it, but the senior brother is angry that you don't grow up! I don't know how to reflect when I encounter something, this time, I will never forgive you!"

The abbot's heart of reproach and love was overflowing, and his sorrow was well understood, but he really did not want to suffer from the cane, and pleaded again: "That's good! Senior brother in charge, senior brother knows his mistake and admits punishment, but, you see, I have just come back, is it that the punishment of this cane will be carried out in two days!"

The abbot asked with a straight face: "Why don't you save the meal you should eat today until a few days later! Don't think that I don't know what you have in mind, or just want to drag it out day by day, and finally it won't happen!"

Sadly drooping his head, knowing that he was going to be hit with dozens of sticks today, he couldn't help but sigh secretly: "Hey! I would have known that I wouldn't have come back! This damn Zongzheng is too, ungrateful, I don't care if I leave it behind, you think Shaolin Temple is my home, and the abbot won't dare to hurt me! Now, these twenty sticks, woo!"

Then the abbot gave a resolute order to the sorrow: "Sorrow, tell the people of the Discipline Institute to execute immediately, and you will be the prisoner, remember, you must not be beaten lightly, otherwise, he should not teach a long lesson!"

The abbot threw down a sentence and turned his head away, and several senior brothers and Kuzhi had no choice but to appease the sorrow and tell him to endure the pain for a while, and Kuzhi exhorted and mourned in a serious voice: "Sad! Your abbot brother is actually for your good, think about it, isn't it because of your own freewheeling, plain carelessness, can you cause so much trouble, can you suffer such a big crime?"

The sorrow was the most annoying to the nagging of Uncle Shi and others, which was more uncomfortable than the scolding of the staff, so he impatiently agreed: "Uncle Shi's teachings, remember to be sad, and I must change it next time!"

Seeing that Sorrow was so impatient, he no longer respected the teachings, thinking that the Scripture Pavilion still needed to be guarded in person, so he left and went to the Scripture Pavilion.

Grief and grief also had other matters on the body, and the injured disciple needed urgent care and handling, so he also took his leave, and when he left, he said to the sorrow, 'Come back another day.' ’

Seeing that the brothers and sisters were leaving, they knew that they were helpless and did not want to see the reason why they suffered.

He was ordered to be imprisoned in grief, so he had to come to the precept institute with sorrow, and handed over to the first seat of the precept institute to be punished with a rod in front of the sorrow of the disciples.

Sorrow crouched on the wooden bench, and the first seat of the Discipline House picked up the big stick and was about to go towards Sorrow's buttocks, and Sorrow immediately shouted, "Slow!"

The first seat of the Discipline Academy immediately stopped his hand and asked, "What's wrong?"

Sadness swallowed her saliva, and then asked weakly, "Does it hurt?"

The first seat of the Discipline Academy rolled his eyes, "I said, you are the one who has been punished with this rod in the temple the most, and you haven't been punished, how can you ask if it hurts?"

Sad smiled and replied: "No, I haven't been through it for a long time, it's a little strange, and I don't know if I can eat it?"

"I know that I am afraid of pain, so I will make fewer mistakes in the future!" said the first seat of the Discipline Academy, and then straightened up and picked up the stick.

Sorrowful and frightened, he shouted again, "Slow! Slow!"

"What's the matter?" asked the head of the Discipline Academy, a little impatiently,

asked sadly: "Look, Senior Brother Abbot is not here, and I have just returned to Shaolin, can you make it convenient for me?"

Before the sad words were finished, the head of the Discipline Academy knew the meaning of the sorrow, and immediately responded: "Don't fight any nonsense! You just have to bear it well, how much you should fight, how much you should fight, all the same!"

Then he picked up the big stick, and went down with a stick on the sad buttocks, and with a 'snap' sound, the sorrow cried out: "Ah! it hurts me to death!"

The first seat of the Discipline Academy couldn't manage so much, and then another stick went down.

"Ahh

"Smack", another hard stick, and the mournful pig-like howl made the whole temple tremble slightly.

After beating twenty sticks, he lay down on the bench sadly, looking sideways at the sky, and a cold moon hung in the sky.

Sorrow has been watching from the sidelines, although distressed but helpless, after the punishment of the cane, he ordered two disciples to set up sorrow and go to his meditation room.

Sadly, he scolded and scolded along the way, scolded the abbot, scolded the first seat of the precept institute, and secretly scolded Zongzheng in his heart.

When they returned to the meditation room, the two disciples helped Sorrow to the bed, and let Sorrow lie on the bed with her belly facing up, so as not to rub her buttocks.

Grief had already sent the best gold sore medicine, and instructed the two disciples to wipe it for Grief.

The twenty sticks had already opened the sad buttocks, and the two disciples had no choice but to take off the sad pants, apply gold sore medicine to them, and only touch them lightly, and the sad ghosts cried wolf: "It hurts, it hurts me to death!"

The two disciples looked at each other and smiled, knowing that the sad uncle was deliberately humming.

After taking the gold sore medicine, Sad felt a slight chill in the buttocks, but it didn't hurt so much, just a little bit of pain when you moved it a little.

"You two go out!" Sad was scolded by this cane, so he wanted to be quiet alone, and after the medicine was finished, he ordered the two disciples to go out.

The two disciples picked up the medicine tray, packed the medicine bottle, closed the door, and left the room.