Not to mention the Shaolin Temple, the scenery is excellent, exquisite and deep and beautiful. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info The monk who guarded the mountain gate did not dare to delay when he got the letter paper, and hurriedly followed the corridor and pointed directly to the abbot's courtyard. Before the monk came to this abbot's courtyard, he folded his hands and said respectfully and reverently: "Amitabha, the disciple asks to see the abbot patriarch!" After the monk said this, he didn't hear the sound, and he didn't dare to move, so he had to stand here in the wind, quietly waiting for the old Zen master in the abbot's courtyard to answer.

After nearly two quarters of an hour, the door opened abruptly, but when the monk entered, he found that there was no one among them. The monk of the temple walked around, but could not see any figure, was pacing himself, suddenly felt that the foot was accompanied by something, the monk fell to the ground, the monk panicked, hurriedly got up. At this time, he didn't care about the mountain gate order that the abbot's house should not light candles after the night shift, and he was busy lighting the fire. Suddenly, the fire broke bright, and the abbot's courtyard was as bright as day. However, at this moment, the little monk of the temple suddenly shouted loudly:

"Ah, dead man!"

Obviously, this monk is not a person who has lived in Shaolin for a long time, in this yearning Shaolin famous family, and in the abbot's residence, the body of the monk in the temple was found. At this time, the Shochiku-in Temple, which is close to the abbot's house, was also full of people. At this time, I saw an old monk who was old but energetic calmly walked to the abbot's courtyard, and he said lightly:

"Jingming, what's going on, Hugh is panicking!"

When the little monk called "Jingming" saw the old monk, he hurriedly stood still, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Amitabha, the abbot ancestor, the body of a monk has appeared in your room in the abbot's courtyard!"

It turns out that this spirited old monk is the abbot master of Shaolin Temple, who is now more than 70 years old, and the Buddha's name is "Zen De". At this time, there was also some surprise in the eyes of this Zen master, but he was still not flustered. At this time, I saw another man about fifty years old walking out of the pine and bamboo courtyard, although this monk was also older, but he was also in good spirits. The abbot said to the old monk:

"Amitabha, today's old monk just went to the Songzhu Courtyard to talk with the senior brother and your enlightened Buddha, but he never thought that in this short period of time, there were casualties among monks in the place where the old man lived. Amitabha, sins・・・・・・ sins・・・・・・" As he spoke, the Zen master folded his hands and closed his eyes to pray for the deceased.

The old monk who is known as the disciple of the master of Zen is the elder figure in the Shaolin Temple, he is responsible for teaching the disciples martial arts on weekdays, and the relationship between him and the old abbot is the brother, and its law name is "Zen Dao". The Zen master said at this time: "Jingming, you quickly order to go down, today the mountain gate is temporarily closed, the temple is strictly guarded, if you see any strange people, come and report quickly!"

This Jingming monk heard this, did not dare to slack off, took nearly 100 Shaolin disciples, and hurriedly went to the mountain gate to explain the task assigned by his uncle. After the mountain gate was closed, this Jingming took these nearly 100 Shaolin disciples and began to search strictly in the temple. Whether it's every corner or pothole, take a look at them one by one. It can really be described as:

The horns are insignificant, and the narrow mouths are all involved.

Not to mention for the time being, the Jingming monk is loyal to the abbot and his uncle, and at this time, the two heavyweight masters of the Shaolin Temple have also entered this abbot's courtyard. Now the abbot and the master of Zen Taoism are accompanied by only three or five monks, all of whom are guarding the door. The two of them, Zen De and Zen Dao, looked at the people lying in a pool of blood on the floor, and couldn't help but say in unison:

"Who is this?!"

It turned out that although the person lying in the pool of blood on the ground was wearing a Shaolin monk's robe, he was not a person from the Shaolin Temple. Looking at his appearance, he was about thirty years old, and the two patriarchs had a reminiscence, but they didn't know that there were monks in their thirties who looked like this in this temple. The Zen Taoist master couldn't help but be a little frightened: "Senior Brother Abbot, I'm sure he must not be from our Shaolin Temple. If he is a person from the rivers and lakes, it is really terrible that he can enter my Shaolin Temple as if he were in a no-man's land!"

The Zen master still didn't say much, stared at the person on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "He is not from my Central Plains!" As soon as these words came out, the Zen master was also surprised. The abbot master of Zende continued: "Although this person is dressed in line with the people of my Great Song Dynasty, the saber on his waist is not my Central Plains weapon, and at the same time, you can see that the tattoo on the neck of that person is a god, but it is not a god in my traditional Central Plains mythology, but like a mythological figure in the East Ying. ”

The Zen Taoist master listened to the words of Zen virtue, and also carefully examined the sharp knife on the ground, and found that although it had been polished and modified, it was still difficult to hide the style characteristics of the Dongying katana, and at the same time, the tattoo on the man's neck stained slightly red by blood was also the god of doom in the traditional mythology of Dongying. The Zen master was even more surprised this time:

"Our Central Plains Great Song Dynasty is now full of wars, and people from other countries are strictly censored, and even explicitly forbidden. How can there be a Dongying Japanese in my Shaolin Temple?!"

For a moment, there was silence in the abbot's courtyard. After a while, the Zen Taoist master continued: "At the same time, why was this Dongying Japanese man killed by others, and who was this person who killed him?"

Master Chande said to Chande: "Senior brother, at this time, you must not publicize it, and it is a small matter to spread this matter and damage our Shaolin reputation." However, if it causes hostility between Dongying and our Central Plains, it will be a big deal. At the same time, if the government learns about this, I'm afraid that we Shaolin will not be able to escape!" Master Chan Tak twisted his beard and said, "You might as well send someone to bury it under the dust quickly, so as to avoid a dispute." I wonder if my junior brother has any better advice?"

The Zen Taoist master shook his head and sighed, "So far, it can only be like this. Amitabha Buddha ・・・・・・ "The Zen master first picked up the reformed katana and went out to bury it under a big tree. When the matter is done, he summons people into the abbot's courtyard, "You bury him in the depths of the dense forest in the back mountain, and you must not publicize it at this time, if this matter is leaked out, I will lock you all in the pure heart hall on the back mountain and let you think!"

The pure place of Buddhism leads blood to disturb the dojo.

The corpses are dotted with bones, and the righteous path is confused.

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