Although Cheng Hui locked Fang Zhongjin in the back mountain to carry water.

But he always felt that he was trapped and had nothing to do, but he was himself.

It's been a few days since the incident of making a big fuss at the mountain gate.

Cheng Hui paid attention to all kinds of clues, but still could not prove that it was from Fang Zhongjin.

He sat cross-legged in his meditation room, with incense and candles curling in front of him, and Cheng Hao looked at it with his eyes closed and meditating.

But only he knows that whenever he is alone with his eyes closed, his mind is always on the verge of rage.

He also knew that looking like this would only ruin his practice.

Therefore, Cheng Hui can only recite Buddhist scriptures silently to fight against the boredom in his heart.

When Cheng Hui has just entered a calm, his heart also sinks into the mantra of the Buddhist scriptures with his own silent recitation.

But suddenly I heard the door of the meditation room being pushed open with a creak. The sharp sound of the door opening pierced the sea of consciousness that Cheng Hui had just calmed down.

He saw that it was still the little novice who had reported the news last time.

The anxious look on the little novice's face was even more intense than the previous time.

Cheng Hui knew that there was trouble coming to the door again. Now he would no longer be so anxious and lose his temper, but asked calmly: "Don't panic, what happened slowly." ”

Xiao Shami swallowed a mouthful of saliva, flattened his breath and said: "Back to the abbot, there are many hungry people gathered outside the mountain gate, and there are more than 1,000 people going up the mountain at the bottom of the mountain.

According to the senior brother who rushed back from outside, there are tens of thousands of hungry people from all walks of life who are rushing towards the Shaolin Temple!"

"What!" Abbot Cheng stood up in shock. "How can there be so many hungry people?"

The abbot of Chenghui is a monk who has attained the Tao. When he heard that a large number of hungry people were going to besiege the Shaolin Temple, the first thing that came to his mind was why there were so many hungry people.

It's late autumn, and it's time to harvest rice and wheat. As long as anyone has planted land for a year, there will always be some harvest.

Even if there is a famine, it is often in the spring and summer, when there is no success. Last year's grain has been eaten, and the new rice and wheat have not yet been harvested.

The fact that there was a sudden large number of victims is very strange in itself.

What's more, these days are quite smooth, and I haven't heard of natural disasters there. Where did these hungry people come from?

Xiao Shami was already sweating profusely in a hurry, and said with a sad face: "I heard that the northwest direction has been plagued by insects, so many hungry people have come to our territory to beg for a living. ”

Abbot Cheng Hui said, "I'll talk about it when I've seen it." ”

With that, he strode towards the mountain gate.

When he approached the group of hungry people, the abbot of Cheng Hui was faintly angry in his heart.

He lived to be eighty years old and experienced the darkest days of the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

He knew best what the famine was like, what the hungry people were like.

It was a thousand miles of red land, and the people were free from each other. The faces of the people who were still alive were dull and numb.

There is no way not to be numb, but if you are more sober, you will be buried in despair and suffocated to death.

But now the so-called "hungry people" who are blocked outside the gate of Shaolin Temple, not to mention numbness and despair, are at the forefront of the few people who are loudly entangled with the monk of the guest, and there is still a smile on their faces.

Naturally, this group of people is not rich. Judging from their old but not rotten, patched clothes, they should all be farmer names and long-term workers.

But their faces were not blue and swollen, and the quarrel was quite neutral, unlike the anger of the hungry people.

Judging from people like Cheng Hui, this group of people is just a few villagers who want to take advantage of them.

However, Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple, with continuous incense, and is quite respected by the surrounding people on weekdays.

Even if the people do not respect the monks in the Shaolin Temple, they will not disrespect the Buddha enshrined in the Shaolin Temple.

Today, so many people suddenly appeared around the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, but they have never encountered it for thousands of years.

Cheng Hui gently pushed away a few acquaintance monks, and said loudly to those "hungry people": "The poor monk is the Shaolin abbot Cheng Hui, what do you have to do, just send a benefactor to talk to the poor monk." ”

The noisy crowd immediately fell silent.

Then there was a thin and greasy man in his thirties, who raised his head and said to Cheng Hui in a loud voice: "Shaolin Abbot Monk Hua, we all know about you!"

His words immediately caused everyone to laugh, and the monks of Shaolin Temple felt that their faces were gloomy, and they were even more angry that the thin man was talking nonsense and slandering the abbot's reputation.

As soon as Cheng Hui heard it, he knew that today's incident was mostly from the same source as the enchanting woman of that day.

The people behind the scenes don't know what grievances they have with Shaolin Temple, but this move after another is clearly to discredit Shaolin.

He glared coldly at the skin-like man. Judging from his body shape and demeanor, and the middle air in which he speaks, he is just an ordinary person who has never learned martial arts.

The people behind the scenes are so hateful, always pushing these ordinary people to the forefront.

Cheng Hui is hindered by the rules of martial arts, so he naturally can't do anything with these ordinary people.

And this puffy skin and the woman last time seemed to have settled on this, in the face of the abbot of Shanglin, who had extremely high martial arts and made the world's martial artists fearful, they all looked fearless.

I think this is also pointed out by the people behind the scenes.

Cheng Hui didn't bother to speak, and only asked: "You came to the Shaolin Temple to make trouble, who did you listen to, and what is your purpose?" ”

Although Cheng Hui was full of momentum, he couldn't affect the splash at all.

I saw him say greasyly: "What instructions? Didn't you Shaolin tell the world to tell us to come here?"

You Shaolin yourself told the people of the world that you had seen the poor victims in the northwest and wanted to send rice to help the victims.

Each person can go to Shaolin to receive a bag of rice and five taels of silver.

Why, if you want your reputation, but you want to lose your money? We ordinary people don't agree!"

As he spoke, he waved his fist into the sky and made a call.

Some of the people around who were bored and laughing also responded one after another.

The voices of clamoring for rice and silver are endless.

Cheng Hui was furious in his heart, and he didn't know what was behind the scenes of the people behind the scenes, who made these ruthless tricks that couldn't be put on the stage?

In short, now it is better to be motionless than quiet, Chenghui always has to be blocked, and the water comes to cover it.

He suddenly raised his head and let out a long howl, which was not loud but stretched.

Whether it was the idler in front of the mountain gate or the idler who was rushing at the bottom of the mountain, they were all taken aback when they heard this voice.

It seems that the Shaolin monks really have some Taoism, and they can call so far like this, ordinary people will definitely not be able to do it.

This is Cheng Hui's internal force, and the voice comes from afar. Even to the people in front of him, he said to the people on the mountain road: "My Shaolin body is not afraid of shadows, and no matter how many people use ghost tricks, Shaolin can't succumb."

It's a fellow martial artist, so please come to the door to compete, don't use these villain moves to increase your laughter!"

After that, he ordered the disciples in the sect to close all the mountain gates. No disguised "hungry people" were allowed to enter or leave Shaolin.

With the sound of slamming the door and the shouts of idlers outside the mountain gate, this thousand-year-old temple completely isolated the mundane from the pediment wall for the first time.