On the way to Shaolin Temple, the news of the closure of the Shaolin Temple has spread all over the rivers and lakes, and all the large and small forces of the martial arts are waiting, if Cui Yu cannot let the Shaolin Temple send troops, then the rivers and lakes will usher in a wave of mountain closures. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's simple to defend the family and the country, but that's going to kill people.

As for heroes, everyone wants to do it, but what they want to do is a hero who is alive and admired, not a hero who is dead.

The dead heroes, for these martial arts sect families, that fart is nothing, at most it is a memory in the mouth, and it can't bring them the slightest benefit.

Even the Holy Emperor, who was far away in the sky, sent a will, hoping that Cui Yu would deal with this matter as soon as possible.

A month and a half later, Cui Yu finally arrived at Hexiang County, where the Shaolin Temple is located.

As soon as he arrived at Zhentianfu, the county seat of Hexiang, Cui Yu went into the study to check the information of the Shaolin Temple. I didn't take half a step out of the door for three whole days.

Three days later, Cui Yu walked out of the door, messy clothes and messy straw-like hair, showing how Cui Yu had forgotten to sleep and eat in the past three days.

However, the confident smile on Cui Yu's face told everyone that he had already thought of a way.

Li Fang strode forward, looked at Cui Yu with a happy face, and asked, "Sir, has you thought of a way?"

Cui Yu smiled and nodded, but touched his stomach and said, "Before you say it, prepare something for me to eat, I'm hungry!"

On the road leading to Songshan outside the county town, there was an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going on this road in the past, but since the Shaolin Temple announced the closure of the mountain, there are no pilgrims to go, and the once noisy road has become very quiet.

At this time, on this mountain road, a group of monks were driving a carriage to the county seat of Hexiang.

One of the younger monks said: "Senior brother, I don't know why Uncle Chen and others under the mountain suddenly stopped sending things to the temple. ”

That senior brother has big shoulders and a round waist, a fat body, and speaks in an urn.

"I don't know, he didn't talk about it last time, he suddenly didn't come in the past two days, and after waiting for him for two days, the salt in the temple and everything is almost running out, there is no way, we can only go down the mountain to buy it ourselves. By the way, let's ask what's going on!"

The little monk nodded, but he was also excited. After all, because of the temple rules, they rarely have the opportunity to go down the mountain on weekdays.

Thinking about the bustling streets of the county town, the little monk's mortal heart is ready to move.

After paying the fee to enter the city, a group of monks entered the city smoothly.

The fat monk said: "Today we go down the mountain, mainly to purchase items, before going down the mountain, the master said, we buy things and go back to the mountain immediately, we can't stay, you also follow, don't get lost!"

"Yes, Senior Brother!" a group of monks saluted to the fat monk.

Seeing that his junior disciples were so well-behaved, this fat monk also smiled, thinking that nothing should happen.

But before they could go long, a group of children saw them and ran towards them.

The fat monk looked at this group of such cute children, smiled on his face, and stopped, for fear of bumping into them.

It's just that when this group of children ran in front of the fat monk and his party, a group of children laughed and circled around the group of monks.

This group of little monks also laughed when they saw these cheerful children.

However, at this time, the group of children suddenly beat the beat and sang a song in their mouths, and when the fat monk heard it, his face turned pale.

I only heard these children sing: "The Buddha said that he did not love gold and silver, but he wanted the world to worship him; the Buddha said that all living beings are equal, but let the world bow down; in troubled times, the Buddha needed the Buddha to save him, but the Buddha closed the mountain and did not ask about things; when the event came, everyone was happy, and the Buddha smiled and opened the door to welcome the world; I didn't see my Buddha crossing the world, but I saw my Buddha wearing gold clothes; I knelt in front of the Buddha for 3,000 years, and I didn't see my Buddha feel pity; I didn't cover my eyes with dust, but I didn't offer incense money!"

The children's voices were crisp and lovely, like larks on the branches, but when they landed in the ears of these monks, it was like a steel knife stabbed in their hearts.

"What are you singing?" said the younger monks in the convoy, blushing and raising their hands, pretending to fight.

The children scattered in a hurry and shouted, "The monk has beaten someone!"

Suddenly, the streets looked at them with eyes like steel knives, pointing and pointing.

The fat monk was also furious, but he also knew the seriousness of the matter, and shouted: "Presumptuous, put down your hands, and pretend to be deaf to me along the way!"

"But senior brother, they're too much!"

The fat monk glared at King Kong angrily and shouted, "You don't listen to what Senior Brother says!"

"Yes, senior brother!"

The group of monks clenched their fists angrily and bowed their heads to advance.

Not far away, the children's songs still come from time to time.

“...... Mo is the dust that covers his eyes, because he did not offer incense money......"

Along the way, this group of monks seemed to be walking in the sea of swords, children's songs everywhere, and the strange eyes of the pilgrims in the past made their hearts bruise.

And the kind boss in the past frowned coldly at them, and said: "In the past, I thought about worship, and now the grassland barbarians are killed, and all sects have come to help to resist the barbarians, how about you who were full of people in the world, what kind of monk actually closed the mountain, I bah, want me to sell you things, impossible, let's go, let's go!"

This group of monks was directly blasted out by the boss.

Now they finally know why Old Man Chen, who should have delivered them something, didn't deliver them on time.

But these are all decided by the respected abbot and the head of each hall in the Shaolin Temple, where does he have the qualifications to discuss such a monk in the fire head room.

This house is not for sale, and the monks can only go to other houses, but it is almost dark, and they also turn most of the river to the county seat, and they have not bought anything.

In the end, he could only point and scold, like a rat crossing the street, and escaped from the river to the county town.

On the tall tower of Hexiang County, Cui Yu and his party looked at the back of the gray-faced monk returning, and they were smiling happily.

The burial soil looked at Cui Yu with disdain and said, "Cui Yu, you are so bad!"

Cui Yu smiled awkwardly and said, "My name is Yingming Shenwu, what do you say?"

Li Taibai nodded with a smile and said: "I used to think that this group of monks had the compassion to help the world, but I saw through it, and this group of monks was not a good thing to sell their reputation and bewitch people's hearts. ”

But Li Fang asked, "Emperor, can this force this group of monks to open the mountain?"

Cui Yu's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said, "If they still don't know how to advance or retreat, then don't blame me for taking someone to smash his mountain gate!"

The fat monk and his party were silent, although they were angry, but what this group of people said was the truth, and they said that they were merciful and loved the world all day long. But when the world needed them to save them, the abbot of the temple decided to close the mountain and close the door, not asking about the world. If you say it is good, it is called being alone, and if you say it is ugly, it is a turtle with a shrunken head.

They are just little monks who eat fasting and chant Buddha every day, they don't know what the general trend is, what is the future of Buddhism, they only know that they are shrinking turtles today, and they are pointed at their noses and scolded, these are all caused by the abbot of Shaolin Temple, and an unwilling seed takes root in their hearts and slowly sprouts.