The sky is clear, the morning glow is full, and today is the succession ceremony of the 11th generation of Jing'an Temple to preside over the Jingwu master. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Jing'an Temple, a mountain temple, is located in the Qingxia Mountain of Jiangning Mansion on Jiangnan East Road, although it does not have the scale and fame of Shaolin, and the whole temple is about 20 monks who chant scriptures, but it has a long history of Buddhism ancient temple.

The temple gathered early in the morning from the heads and leaders of the major gangs in the martial arts, and there were some heroes who came to see the lively Jianghu heroes, which was very lively.

"Master Jingche, why hasn't Master Abbot come out yet? An old man in a tattered green shirt with a beard on his face asked Master Jingche of Jing'an Temple in a little impatience.

"Amitabha, the host will come soon, please use tea first, wait for a while. Master Jingche reassured the guests.

"Gang Leader Wu, I haven't seen you for a long time, can you be okay after parting?" A young man who was not handsome in appearance, but had a righteous and awe-inspiring aura all over his body, greeted the old man in green shirts.

"It turned out to be Mr. Xuzhu, polite and polite, the old student is still good, hahaha, I haven't seen you for a long time. The old man in the green shirt clasped his hands into fists.

This old man in green shirt is the eleventh generation leader of the beggar gang, Wu Changfeng. Since the previous generation of gang leader You Tanzhi was defeated by Xiao Feng at the Shaolin Conference, everyone abandoned him and went to support Wu Changfeng, the oldest member of the gang, as the gang leader. Under his leadership, although the beggars did not make great achievements, they were also safe and stable during the year. And this young man is the palace master of the Vulture Palace, and he is also the Mr. Xuzhu of the Western Xia Horse.

"Second brother!" came the shouts of a young man from the crowd.

"Third brother, it's really you! I'm so happy to see you!" Xuzhu looked in the direction of the shouting sound and exclaimed.

This person is his sworn brother, Duan Yu. A year ago, in the battle of Yanmen Pass, their eldest brother Xiao Feng saved the world from the flames of war, and after generously serving righteousness, the two parted ways, but they did not expect to reunite here today.

The two hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they were naturally overjoyed when they met again, and they stepped forward to hold each other's hands and ask questions.

"Amitabha, the two donors are unharmed. An old monk wearing a gold embroidered robe with a kind face interrupted the greeting between the two and greeted.

"Master Xuan Lone, you're here too. Duan Yu and Xuzhu said in unison.

"Such a grand event, the old man also wants to follow everyone to have a good time. Hehehe," the old monk smiled happily while twisting his white beard.

This old monk is none other than the first master of the Shaolin Temple's former precepts, and after Master Xuanci passed away, he replaced Master Xuanci as the current abbot of Shaolin. coincided with today's grand event of Buddhism, so his presence was naturally indispensable.

"Master, the four major monks are empty, you are guilty of greed, hehe" Duan Yu said playfully with Master Xuan Lone.

"Uncle Abbot, all the guests have been here for a long time, and it may be inconvenient if you don't go out again. The little monk of Jing'an Temple reminded the abbot in the back hall.

"Yes, senior brother, junior brothers and nephews are almost overwhelmed outside. If you don't take over the succession first, we will discuss the loss of the 'Morning Twilight Pearl' later. Master Jinghui, who was in charge of the precepts of Jing'an Temple, said to the abbot.

"This 'morning and twilight pearl' is the abbot's token inherited by the ancestors for generations, and now it is innocently lost, how can I have the face to take over the position of abbot. Oh, it's sad, it's sad, Amitabha. An old man in his sixties, dressed in yellow cedar and kind eyes, sat on a futon and complained.

This old man is none other than Master Jingwu, who is preparing to take over as the eleventh generation of presiding abbots of Jing'an Temple today. Growing up in Jing'an Temple since he was a child, with his consistent compassion and humility, he does not participate in martial arts disputes, but he is admired by the people in the rivers and lakes, so when he took over, the major rivers and lakes embraced each other to congratulate.

"Senior brother, I've met the guests first, and after the ceremony is completed, let's make another plan. Jinghui continued to urge. After all, the hall was already full of guests, and the little monk had already spread the word several times.

"Well, that's it. Master Jingwu lowered his head, slowly got up, stood up from the futon, shook his head, and sighed helplessly.

"Take over the ceremony, start ...... now"

With a long tone from Master Jingche, the monks attending the ceremony in the temple began to appear in the middle of the main hall in a line, sitting side by side. Beating the wooden fish in his hand, he recited the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra in unison, welcoming the appearance of the Master of Pure Enlightenment.

The guests quickly fell silent, and everyone watched the passage leading to the main hall in the back hall, and waited with the monks.

In front of him, holding a staff in his right hand and a bead in his left hand, Master Jinghui and other eminent monks followed him to the Buddha in the lobby, and after greeting the guests, he turned his back to face the Buddha. Master Pure Enlightenment, folded his hands, knelt down on his knees, and began to preach the French language of succession.

"In the first year of Shaosheng, Jing'an Temple, the eleventh abbot is enlightened, and he should abide by the Buddha's will, promote Buddhism, and carry forward the ambition ......"

"Ouch" Just as Master Jingwu was speaking French, a scream suddenly came from outside the main hall and interrupted the ceremony, and everyone looked at the hall from inside to outside the hall in confusion.

A young man, dressed in strange clothes, lay on the square outside the hall, and everyone swarmed up and surrounded the man, and everyone had different opinions.

"Who is this?"

"Could it be Hu Renye?"

"Where did this man come from? so weird!"

Master Xuan Lin came to the man, half-squatted and picked up the man's wrist, pointed to the orchid-like pulse and said:

"It seems that he is only unconscious, just take a little rest, and it is fine. ”

Master Jingwu also came to the square with everyone, and after the diagnosis of Master Xuanxi, he looked at the man, although he was old and dazzled, but the Buddha beads in the man's hand still attracted his attention, and he ordered someone to carry him to the back room to rest first on the grounds of the friendship of the landlord. He said to the people, "Do not be afraid, but go back to the main hall and continue to take your seat." The temple will take care of it. ”

Everyone returned to the main hall in the midst of discussions, and continued to observe the succession ceremony of the Pure Enlightenment Master, but there was no longer the previous peace, and they were all speculating about who the man who had just come for no reason was, why did he suddenly appear here, and why did he fall unconscious?

After returning to the main hall, Master Jingwu continued to preach French, which can be regarded as taking over as the eleventh abbot of Jing'an Temple.

"The succession ceremony is closed, and all donors are invited to dine in the side hall. Master Jingche shouted to all the guests, and the succession ceremony finally came to an end in the speculation that had not yet calmed down.

After the ceremony, Master Pure Enlightenment and Master Pure Wisdom went straight to the place where the strange man rested.

"Senior Brother Abbot, did you notice just now? The Buddha bead in the little brother's hand seems to be a 'Morning and Dusk Bead'" Master Jinghui whispered in Master Jingwu's ear.

"I don't want to talk about it here, but after I see the little brother, I'll ask him what happened. Master Jingwu made a quiet gesture and then whispered to Jinghui.

"Yes, Senior Brother Xiang. Master Jinghui bowed his head and replied.

The two came to the guest room, walked to the unconscious man, and after carefully examining the man to make sure that he was not awake, Jinghui picked up the man's left hand, and after repeated confirmation, said to Master Jingwu: "Senior brother Abbot, it is indeed the 'morning and dusk pearl' of this temple. ”

"Amitabha, finally lost and regained. Don't wake up the donor just yet, and ask him what happened when he wakes up. Master Pure Enlightenment sighed and said to himself.

"How could the 'Morning and Dusk Pearl' be in the hands of this little brother, and judging by his clothes, he must not be from my Middle Earth, did he come here to steal it? But why did he suddenly fall into a coma here? It is incomprehensible. Master Jinghui looked at the unconscious man with a puzzled face and said.

"Let's go, Jinghui, when he wakes up, your doubts will be revealed, let's go out first, let him rest more. After saying that, Master Pure Enlightenment turned around and prepared to leave.

"Senior Brother Xiang, why don't you pick it up now and keep it for yourself, so as not to lose it again. Jinghui asked a little puzzled.

"We are monks, so how can we take advantage of the danger of others? Just have someone watch over it. After speaking, the two of them gently exited the guest room.

In the side hall, everyone was eating fast, and at the same time, they were still discussing the succession ceremony and the strange man who suddenly came.

"Master Xuan Ci, you are well-informed, who is the person wearing that man's clothes?" Duan Yu asked him curiously.

"Although the old man has traveled to many foreign countries, he has never seen such strange clothes and costumes. Master Xuan Lin replied as he vigorously recalled the nations he had traveled through, trying to find a plausible answer.

"I think it must be another spy sent by the Fanbang Hu people to inquire about our fiction!" Wu Bangist said to everyone.

In the evening, the martial arts people whose homes were a little closer to Jing'an Temple had already begun to leave one by one, and some people who had come from afar also began to rest one after another, because they had to hurry tomorrow morning.

The unconscious man slowly opened his eyes, rubbing his eyes constantly, and then squinted around. After all, after being in a coma for several hours, it is not an exaggeration to be a little dizzy.

Futons, wooden windows, bronze mirrors, straw mats.

The man looked at the ornaments and decorations in front of him, and asked himself a little unconvinced:

"Where is this? Is it in the temple? Am I not in the museum?" and then replied to himself.

"Yes, I'm in a museum, how could I be here?" the beads glowed, and then ......," the man kept recalling what had happened, looking at the "Morning and Twilight Beads" on his wrist to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

This man is Yue Jiaolong, who is stealing the "Morning and Dusk Pearl" in the museum.

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