Chapter 41: Shaolin Temple's breasts

The chariot, the horse Xiaoxiao, and the pedestrian sword are at the waist. In April, www.biquge.info the Central Plains was in turmoil, and people of all colors, batches, and streams, flocked to the Wuba Gang under Shaomuro Mountain.

After all, a person who has just come out of the rivers and lakes for less than 20 years has presided over the martial arts conference, and Dugu Ao is the first one in thousands of years. Han Qi asked him, "Are you afraid?" "I'm just afraid that there won't be many people coming. Dugu Ao replied.

There is still half a month before the gods and Buddhas sing together, the demons dance wildly, and the rivers and lakes are unprecedentedly warm, and there will be no grand event after that. Dugu Ao took Han Qi with his left hand, surrounded Hai Gongzi on his right, and went to Shaolin Temple together.

Along the way, Han Qi always avoided Hai Gongzi, and whenever Hai Gongzi passed by her, she always had to sniff, as if Hai Gongzi had touched on her. This makes the god-like Hai Gongzi very embarrassed in the hearts of women.

Dugu Ao noticed this and asked her what was going on. "Lang Jun, you don't know, when I smell the boy who has not yet met, there is always a fragrance on his body, just like the smell of orchids and grass by the spring in the mountains. And when I smell the man who has married and had children, it is very stinky, since the first time I saw your righteous brother, I have smelled the smell of his body, and it is the first time I have seen such a stinky man. ”

Dugu Ao laughed after hearing this, and Hai Gongzi hurriedly put his arm on his nose and sniffed like a dog that smelled fresh meat, but he never smelled the stench that Han Qi said.

"Then what do you smell of me?" Dugu Ao asked.

"Strange to say, in this world, I can't smell you, maybe it's providence. Han Qi said.

Dugu was overjoyed, in fact, Han Qi could completely lie to him and say that he could smell him. But great wisdom is like foolishness, Han Qi understands that if Dugu Ao wants to deceive himself, there will be ten thousand ways.

The small and beautiful temple gate full of poetry of Shaolin Temple is displayed in front of Dugu Ao. The first time Han Qi saw such a temple gate, the contrast with the tall and magnificent mountain gate she imagined was too great. Han Qi said: This temple gate is so beautiful, it's like. Han Qi couldn't find a suitable metaphor for a while. "It's like your breasts. Dugu Ao said, "Small and beautiful breasts." ”

Han Qi's laughter was like a flock of pigeons, flying at the foot of Shaomu Mountain. "Breasts, you actually compared this temple gate to my breasts. What a poet you are. Han Qi smiled and bent over in the bright spring light of April, like a sunflower.

A few little monks standing at the entrance of the temple who looked like King Kong, heard that someone actually compared the temple gate of their Shaolin Temple to breasts, and couldn't help but be furious and walked towards Dugu Ao.

"Bold and promiscuous, dare to spread wild in my holy place of Buddhism, solemn Shaolin. ”

"The little masters are wrong, and they say that the temple gate of the treasure temple is a breast, which is actually a supreme praise. Hai Gongzi said.

"Nonsense, what a compliment. ”

"Little masters, don't be angry, and listen to the boy to slowly discern for you. You all came out of your mother's womb. Hai Gongzi said.

"What do you mean, didn't you come out of your mother's womb, out of a crack in the stone?" said the monk angrily.

"Since the little masters all came out of the womb. There are mothers. Hai Gongzi shook his head, fiddling with the yin and yang fan in his hand, and said.

Han Qi slowly developed a good impression of this smelly sea boy in his heart. "You're a brother-in-law, it's really funny. Han Qi said. "The fun is still to come," Dugu arrogantly took Han Qi's arm and said.

"Since the little masters all came out of their mother's womb, then they all have mothers. It's all mother-raised. Hai Gongzi said.

The monks felt that Hai Gongzi had the intention of scolding them, glanced at each other, and raised their sticks to slash at Hai Gongzi, who kept dodging as if he had no martial arts, seeing that those sticks were about to fall on him, but every time they always missed.

"Beat people, the monks of Shaolin Temple beat people. Hai Gongzi ran all over the ground, followed by the monks.

Dugu Ao didn't expect that his righteous brother would have such a taste in addition to being able to control women. Han Qi smiled and said, "This person is really a naughty boy. ”

The monks stood still and said, "Boy, give you another chance, and if you say another reason this time, I will drive you to the abbot and forcibly shave you." ”

"I was going to say it, but the little masters were so angry that they started beating me before I could finish speaking. ”

"You say. ”

"When the little masters were born, they grew up eating something. ”

"Mother's milk, of course. A monk said.

"And where does the milk come from?"

"Breasts, milk comes from the breasts. The monk said. As he spoke, he seemed to understand something.

In this way, the little masters also admit that when people are born, they live on their breasts. ”

Although the monks felt very aggrieved, they couldn't find a reason to refute it. Han Qi has fully understood that Hai Gongzi and the others will definitely say that the temple gate of Shaolin Temple is compared to a breast, that is, Shaolin Temple is like a breast, which is the source of life.

Han Qi sighed from the bottom of his heart, and said to Dugu Ao: "Your righteous brother, his understanding is higher than this Shaomu Mountain, if he becomes a monk, decades later, he will be the presiding officer of Shaolin Temple." Dugu Ao said: "If he wants to be the host of Shaolin Temple, then I don't know how many little monks there will be." But you should understand that the most perceptive monks are in the red dust. ”。 "It's like the most spiritual poet in the rivers and lakes. Han Qi said.

Hai Gongzi said: "Comparing the temple gate of your temple to a breast, that is, Shaolin Temple is the source of life, this compliment, it's enough." ”

The monks looked at each other, feeling that Hai Gongzi had a very heavy sense of irony, and on the other hand, they felt that his words were indeed very reasonable. After listening to Hai Gongzi's words, he looked back at the small temple gate, which slowly turned into a breast.

"The donor is really perceptive, and my little apprentices were bluffed by your words. A bell-like voice came. Dugu Ao said to Han Qi: "This person's internal strength is very strong. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a fat figure fell from the sky. Dugu Ao can see that it is a light skill of Shaolin Temple to dominate the martial arts. It is called "crossing the river with a reed". It was the patriarch of Bodhidharma, when he came to Middle-earth to preach, he faced the water vapor, the sky was vast, and he couldn't see the Yangtze River on the other side at a glance. Picked a reed, stepped on the reed to cross the Yangtze River, and successfully returned to China to preach.

Although there are many Shaolin kung fu and seventy-two stunts, the Bodhidharma patriarch created it himself, and only the "Yijin Sutra" and a reed crossing the river have been handed down. And this reed crossing the river is also known as the Yijin Sutra in light work.

The great monk in front of him must be a pivotal figure in the Shaolin Temple.

Without waiting for Dugu Ao to speak, the great monk said: "Early this morning, hundreds of birds are singing on Shaomu Mountain, and the senior brother said that he wants to come with a few distinguished guests. Now when I see it, the three men are dignified and the women are dignified. Moreover, this benefactor has excellent understanding. It seems that the distinguished guest mentioned by the senior brother is none other than you. ”

"I grew up in the Shaolin Temple since I was a child, what praise Shaolin Temple words, I haven't heard, today when I see this little benefactor, I actually use women's breasts as a metaphor for Shaolin Mountain Gate, it really makes the poor monks like a spring breeze, happy and tight. ”