Early in the morning of the second day, the two most noble masters of Shaoli Temple, Fa Song and Fa Tan, came out of the meditation room and saw a person standing in the courtyard.

This person is not young, he is actually their nephew, and he is also the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

The two masters were stunned when they saw Cheng Hui waiting for them to come out of the courtyard in the courtyard.

One of them, the thin old monk Fa Song, asked, "The abbot is waiting for us here, but is there anything important?"

Although the two of them are ridiculously high, they still have to be honored as the abbot.

Na Chenghui hurriedly folded his body and said: "Amitabha, the two uncles, the nephews do have an important matter related to the future of martial arts and the well-being of the people, and they need to ask their uncle for help." ”

Fa Song and Fa Tan were shocked when they heard what he said so seriously, and hurriedly let him say that it was okay.

Cheng Hui told the two uncles about Fang Zhongjin one by one.

Eventually, he said, "We monks should not kill innocents indiscriminately. Therefore, what is the heart of the Fang donor, it is really a big deal!

If he is really as promised by the old man, and is not a sinister person, then our Shaolin Temple cannot kill innocents in vain.

But if he is indeed a demon star, then even if he is a living in the world, I should correct him even if he is a demon!"

Speaking of this, a desperate look appeared on Cheng Hui's face.

Fa Song and Fa Tan glanced at each other, and then the thin old monk Fa Song asked: "If it is really as the master and nephew said, this little benefactor of Fang does have a great influence on the martial arts.

But you said that he would affect the people of the world, is it an exaggeration?"

When they become monks, the first thing they abstain from is lying and talking.

Especially at the age of Cheng Hui, he became the abbot of Shaolin. It can even be said that he is the most transcendent of the monks in the world.

With his identity, every sentence should be extremely cautious.

After these two old mages heard Fang Zhongjin's deeds, they felt that Cheng Hui had made a big fuss.

Mo said that he didn't kill anyone in the end, even if he really "bloodbathed" the martial arts, it would not be able to win the world.

Cheng Hui's nephew has always been steady, and now he is over 80 years old.

Why did you start to act lightly when you got old?

Cheng Hui also knew that if he didn't explain to Fa Song and Fa Tan, they would definitely not agree to help him, so he had to say: "The two uncles have been practicing in the mountains for many years. I don't like to mess with the world.

But because of his position, his nephew had to deal with the court and imperial power.

When Emperor Taizu was still alive, he asked me to keep an eye out for a demon star.

It is said that this evil star will assist the Demon Lord and make life miserable!

I observe the juniors in the martial arts day and night, whether it is the time of appearance or age, I am talking about this Fang Zhongjin.

If we let him go easily, then the Han land will return to the miserable state of thousands of miles of red land and blood flowing!"

"Ridiculous!" Fa Tan, another old monk who had never spoken, suddenly rebuked his master and nephew.

This old monk is the polar opposite of Fasong's appearance.

Fasong was a small, thin, black-and-yellow old man. However, Fa Tan was born tall, with a round and full body, and his skin was whiter, to the point of looking like Maitreya Buddha.

It's just that Maitreya Buddha always laughs at the world, but Fatan doesn't like to talk on weekdays.

He and Fasong often retreat together and go out together, and they have long been connected with each other.

So Fa Tan can keep his mouth shut, and let Fa Song say anything he wants.

Now that he has burst out the word "ridiculous", it is obviously the clear words that make him unable to listen to it, so he is so polite.

Fa Song also nodded and said, "Master and nephew, we are all people in the Buddhist sect, and the Buddha regards all beings as equal.

Even if you encounter a murderer, you should use Buddhism to normalize it.

What you are talking about 'entering demons' and 'evil stars' are not what we Buddhists should say.

Hugh mentions such remarks in front of outsiders!"

In the end, Fasong had a serious face. He reprimanded the head of Shaolin like a novice, obviously unaccustomed to what Cheng was doing.

And Fa Tan also followed along: "Too smart!"

Although he only said three words, it made Cheng Hui's face look ashamed.

Cheng Hui is indeed the most qualified monk in Shaolin Temple for decades and even the first half of the year.

Whether it is Buddhism or martial arts, they are extremely proficient.

But before deciding to make Cheng Hui the abbot of Shaolin, the senior monks of the French generation had divided into two opinions.

One party naturally believes that with the ability to clear and obscure, Shaolin will be able to lead the long-term prosperity.

Others think that Cheng Hui is so "smart" that he always trusts his own judgment even though he can understand the Dharma well.

To put it bluntly, Cheng Hui's respect for the Buddha is based on his identity, not his faith.

In the end, Cheng Hui still became the abbot, and Shaolin has been smooth in the past few decades.

Most of the senior monks of the Dharma generation have passed away, and now only Fa Song and Fa Tan are the only ones who can still say this.

Cheng Hui was taught a lesson by his uncle, and after being ashamed, he still raised his head and said, "What the two uncles taught. The nephew is indeed in love.

However, the Great Compassion Mantra had no effect on ordinary good men and women.

Only those who have evil thoughts will be swayed by him. The two uncles are the assistant teachers and nephews who recite the mantra of great mercy once, if it is proved that the teachers and nephews are wrong, the two uncles will naturally be a merit.

If you can test the true heart of the wicked, then the merit is immeasurable!"

After that, Cheng Hui bowed deeply to Fa Song and Fa Tan.

Fa Song glanced at Fa Tan, and finally sighed and said, "Well, if it's really as you said, we will let the tiger go back to the mountain." ”

Cheng Hui saw that the two uncles finally relented, and his heart was overjoyed. He hurriedly took the two uncles to a side hall in a roundabout way.

This place has long been arranged, and the irrelevant monks have been sent away.

After the three of them entered, Cheng Hui closed the door of the temple.

The yellow candles in the main hall are burning, and the incense is lingering.

In the middle of the main hall there is a paper screen more than one zhang high.

Fasong and the others went around and saw that the paper screen was like a high well, and surrounded a person in it.

Through the paper screen, you can only see that the people inside seem to be doing five-body throwing outfits, prostrate on the ground and motionless.

Outside the paper screen are three futons.

Fasong pointed to the screen and asked, "Why is this?"

Cheng Hui hurriedly replied: "Master Fang's martial arts are too strong, I have asked a few disciples to work together to make him faint for a while.

Otherwise, if the spell fails, it will be easy to hit the two uncles hard. ”

Fa Tan suddenly said again: "Nonsense!" and stopped making a sound, but sat down in a futon.

Cheng Hui was silent, followed Fa Song and them to do a good job, and they all untied a string of Buddhist beads, and the three of them each chanted loudly.

Listening to the three of them, what they were reciting was really not the well-known Buddhist scriptures, and the tone of his voice was strange, sonorous as King Kong's angry eyes.

This strange and terrifying tone was chanted in the mouths of the three old monks, making this side hall no longer look like a Buddhist hall, but like a demon cave.

Sure enough, the three of them couldn't read a few words, and they saw the black shadow in the white screen suddenly move.

Fa Song and Fa Tan were both stunned, could it be that this little benefactor is really a wicked person?

Cheng Hui was even more excited in his heart. His voice suddenly became louder and murmured, until the dark shadow in the paper screen swayed as if it could not bear it.