"I did meet Brother Zhang once, but that was several years ago," Huang Xiang said with emotion while recalling: "Brother Zhang was still twelve or thirteen years old, and he was honest. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info now that so many years have passed, Brother Zhang has become a talent. ”

"Where, whereever! The body is just a stinky skin, and the beauty and ugliness of the appearance are also vain. Zhang Junbao saw Huang Xiang praising himself, and said modestly at the moment.

"I forgot, Brother Zhang, you are a lay disciple of a Shaolin monk. She rolled her eyes, and she already thought of a good way to enter Shaolin. I saw her continue:

"We are here in the name of Mu Shaolin, but outside the door of the Lin, we were told by the abbot that Shaolin is inconvenient to see guests, I wonder if Brother Zhang can take us in?"

"This ...... This ......" Zhang Junbao listened to her request, and his face suddenly became a little embarrassed.

"What's the matter, I knew an acquaintance just now, and now you don't want to do a favor?" Ming Daohong saw his expression, and immediately said excitedly.

"No, no, no!" Zhang Junbao heard what she said, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you, but I ...... myself."

"What, you won't be able to go in, will you?" said Ming Daohong.

Zhang Junbao didn't answer, but lowered his head shyly.

"Brother Zhang, can you tell me why?" Huang Xiang saw that he was embarrassed by Ming Daohong's question, so he asked.

"Here's the thing......"

Then Zhang Junbao told the ins and outs of the matter one by one, and under Zhang Junbao's explanation, Huang Xiang knew the whole story.

It turned out that Shaolin had been closed since the Mongols invaded the Central Plains. But for some pilgrims who are sincere to the Buddha, they will still happily accept them into the temple.

It's just that seven years ago, a Persian merchant set up a scheme to deceive Zhang Junbao's master Jueyuan, and then stole four volumes of the "Ranga Sutra" from Jueyuan. After the abbot learned about this matter, he severely punished Jueyuan, and set a rule that pilgrims would no longer be accepted into the temple, so the three of them encountered such an embarrassing thing today.

"Since you can't enter the temple, why are you still here?" asked Ming Daohong puzzled Zhang Junbao.

"Girl, don't you know, my master Jueyuan was severely punished by the abbot, and he is still carrying water in the back mountain! Zhang Junbao's eyes turned red as he spoke, and tears began to roll inside.

"I went down the mountain this time to buy medicine for my master. As he spoke, he raised a few bags in his hand, and everyone couldn't help but be silent when they looked at the large bags of medicine in his hand.

"I don't know how long the master can last him, alas!" Zhang Junbao sighed lightly, his face full of bitterness.

"I also saw the master back then, and the master's words and deeds looked like a man of the way, and it was really sad to suffer such a calamity. Now I have waited for Shaolin, but I can't go to the temple to visit when the master is sick, it's a pity!" Huang Xiang listened to his narration and said with a pity on his face.

"Does my sister want to visit her teacher?" Zhang Junbao asked when he heard her say this.

"Hmm!" Huang Xiang nodded and said, "Master Jueyuan is an upright person and has a deep understanding of the true meaning of Buddhism, and I have admired him since I saw him back then. ”

"You don't need to enter the temple to visit your teacher, there is a trail leading to the back mountain, and my sister will come with me!" Zhang Junbao said and crossed the crowd and took the lead towards the mountain. When Huang Xiang saw it, he stepped up to follow.

Ming Daohong was about to follow the past, but found that Xiao Mo was walking down the mountain alone. At that moment she cried out:

"Sister Yang Yan, where are you going?"

"Down the mountain. "Don't spare words like gold.

"Down the mountain?" Ming Daohong was stunned, and Huang Xiang and Zhang Junbao also stopped at this time. Ming Daohong and Huang Xiang glanced at each other, and then she hurriedly ran in front of Dead Xiao Mo, opened her arms to block his way, and said at the same time:

"Sister Yang, you wait!"

Dead Xiao Mo stopped looking at her.

"Sister Huang is going to the back mountain, aren't you going?" Ming Daohong looked at him and asked.

"Don't go!"

Dead Xiao Mo raised his steps and wanted to do it again, but Ming Daohong grabbed his arm,

"Eh, wait, aren't we all in this together? How can you go alone. Ming Daohong said unhappily.

"......" died Xiao Mo bowed his head and was silent.

"Also, didn't you promise me that I would take me with you?" What if you leave, what will I do?" Ming Daohong brought up this matter again, and she looked at Xiao Mo pleadingly: "Sister Yang Yan, can you go with us?" If you really have something urgent, you can go down the mountain after we go, okay?"

"Sister Daohong, if the deceased son doesn't want to go with us, forget it, if you really want to go to the rivers and lakes, with Sister Huang here, can't I protect you well? Let's go!"

Huang Xiang saw that Ming Daohong was kind and persuaded Xiao Mo to die, but Xiao Mo was indifferent, and she knew that Xiao Mo was so said to Ming Daohong.

However, Ming Daohong didn't listen to her, and still stood there looking at Dead Xiao Mo with the eyes of the Expectant Wing. Because she doesn't know why, she just feels that with Xiao Mo by her side, she will feel inexplicably safe. Maybe she knew Xiao Mo earlier than Huang Xiang! Ming Daohong thought so in her heart.

"Okay? Ming Daohong shook Xiao Mo's arm, she knew such two friends when she left home, she really didn't want the three of them to break up like this.

Dead Xiao Mo looked up at her pure eyes, his eyes were full of expectations, but he couldn't help but nod when he wanted to refuse.

Ming Daohong saw that he agreed, and immediately smiled.

"Sister Yang Yan, you agreed, I know that Sister Yang Yan is the best!" Ming Daohong happily pulled the dead Xiao Mo towards Huang Xiang and the others, at this time she seemed to have forgotten who had been saying that the dead Xiao Mo was a stingy ghost.

Subsequently, under the leadership of Zhang Junbao, a group of four people walked straight to the back mountain through the mountain path. The four of them walked in the forest for about half an hour, and finally saw a hut in front of them. In fact, this road is to spare the Shaolin Temple and directly lead to the other side of the Shaolin Temple.

The hut is surrounded by a wide area, and there is a path in front of it, one leading to the bottom of the mountain, the other leading to the temple, and there is a fork in the middle that leads to the people.

"Brother Zhang, does the master live here?" Huang Xiang looked at the thatched hut in the distance, turned his head to Zhang Junbao and asked.

"Hmm!" Zhang Junbao nodded and said to her: "This is the temporary residence built by the master after he was severely punished by the abbot. In the past, the master was the caretaker of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the temple and did not live here. ”

"No wonder this place is so shabby, it is. Huang Xiang bowed slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

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