In the back mountain of Shaolin, several monks are busy chopping firewood, and a few monks are tying up the firewood that has been cut neatly. At this time, several more monks came here. When the monks who had been working before saw them, they all stopped what they were doing, or put their hands together or stood with their hands down. The monks who came were led by an old monk in a red yellow robe, with a long beard and white eyebrows and chin. Several other monks, tall or short, fat or thin, gathered around the old monk. A monk who worked here, like a steward, took two steps forward and respectfully asked, "What are the instructions of the abbot to come to Shibayama in person?"

It turned out that this long-eyebrow old monk was the current host of Shaolin Temple, Master Xuanjing. I saw him look around and ask softly, "Where is he?"

The monk in charge was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and said, "He is in the firewood room." Then he pointed to his hand and said, "I'll lead the way." ”

Master Xuan Jing waved his hand and said, "No need. Then he looked at the monk who had come with him and said, "I have something to say to him alone." Then he walked straight to the firewood room.

Pushing open the door of the firewood room, Master Xuanjing saw a sturdy monk with a round face and broad ears, lying on the kang in five clothes. Master Xuan Jing turned around and quietly closed the firewood door, and when he turned around, the monk lying on the bed was already standing on the ground.

I saw that this monk was sturdy, and the Master Xuanjing in front of him seemed to be only half of it. When the monk saw the abbot coming and was about to salute, Master Xuanjing waved his hand and said, "No need, you are not a Shaolin disciple, so you don't have to be bound by these rules and precepts." ”

The monk's eyes widened and he said, "Master......"

Master Xuan Jing avoided his gaze and said, "You have repeatedly violated the precepts of Buddhism, and you have already been removed from Shaolin. But you have been lying in this firewood room and not leaving, and the poor monk has been thinking of the love of master and apprentice, so he acquiesced to you staying here. ”

When the monk heard this, he scratched the back of his head with his hand and laughed: "Master doesn't know, I can do more work alone than seven or eight of them, and I bought half of the firewood in our temple last winter." He peeked at Master Xuan Jing again, and when he saw that the master did not show displeasure, he boldly said, "Besides, I just want to stay, who can drive me away from the temple?"

When Master Xuan Jing heard this, he glared at the great monk, and the great monk suddenly didn't dare to speak. Master Xuan Jing shook his head and said, "Do you still want to go back to the temple?"

The great monk didn't expect Master Xuan Jing to ask like this, so he was stunned for a moment, and said for a while: "Can you go back to the temple again?!"

Master Xuan Jing said, "Yes." ”

The great monk didn't seem to believe his ears, and hurriedly knelt in front of Master Xuanjing, and said, "When I knelt in front of your study for three days and three nights, the master refused to change his decision. As long as I have the opportunity, I am willing to return to the temple, return to the master's door, and stay in Shaolin openly. ”

Master Xuan Jing looked down at him, his eyes revealing infinite warmth, just like when he first saw him in swaddling clothes forty-six years ago, and said, "There are some tasks entrusted to you in the temple, if you can complete it, the master has discussed it with several of your uncles, and you can return to the temple." But in addition to completing these tasks, you also have to control yourself and break as few precepts as possible. Would you like to?"

The great monk raised his head and said suspiciously, "Break the precepts less?"

Master Xuan Jing said: "If you don't break the precepts on this trip, it's almost impossible. However, there is a Buddha in your heart, and for the sake of the common people in the world, my Buddha should be able to forgive you in the spirit of compassion. ”

The great monk hurriedly said, "I am willing, I am willing." ”

Master Xuanjing turned around, walked to the chaimen, and was about to stretch out his hand to push the door, when he turned around and said, "The first seat of the Dharma Academy, your Uncle Xuanning will tell you the task." There are only two sentences for you as a teacher, one is to be careful in everything, and the other is not to care about the fame of the rivers and lakes. And for you, the Golden Palm Stone Buddha of the Ten Masters, especially keep in mind. With that, Master Xuan Jing pushed the door and left. A ray of sunlight shining through the wood door is shining on the face of the golden palm stone Buddha-

"Breaking the precepts less" means that you can break the precepts. As for what is more and what is less, it cannot be measured. The Golden Palm Stone Buddha said goodbye to the Shaolin abbot and thought this when he walked down Shaolin Mountain excitedly. He hasn't stepped out of the Shaolin Temple for many years, and a lot has happened in the rivers and lakes over the years. Master Xuanning, the first master of the Shicai Dharma Academy, told him something, but the Golden Palm Stone Buddha knew that it was not all. And his task is to find out the truth of this incident: where did the whereabouts of the owner of Guo Lou leak out.

What surprised him was that Qiao Yisheng, who was also one of the top ten masters with him, was killed, and now the murderer is still at large. After completing the task assigned by the abbot, he planned to go to the Qiaojia Dart Bureau in Jinan, first, to mourn Qiao Daxia, and secondly, to see Qiao Daxia's righteous brother Yuyan, who was fighting against the three protectors of Qianhe with his own strength. He also needs to go to the helm of the beggar gang, where he has always been well-informed, and I believe that with the letter of the abbot of Shaolin Temple and the name of his golden palm stone Buddha, he should be able to know what he wants to know, and maybe he will meet that old friend.

However, when he came to the bustling market town at the foot of the mountain, the Golden Palm Stone Buddha looked at the newly changed coarse linen clothes, touched the hair that had grown more than half an inch, and decided to go to the wine shop not far away first, and came to five catties of sauced beef and two catties of home-brewed white dry.

"Boss, the beef should pick up more stewed rotten tendons. The Golden Palm Stone Buddha told the owner of the wine shop loudly. Then he picked a table at random, and was about to sit down, but he remembered something and said loudly to the boss: "The beef is not cut, just bring it up." "In a short time the beef and wine were served.

The Golden Palm Stone Buddha grabbed the wine jar with one hand and the beef with the other. "I haven't seen it for several years, but I miss it, if there are a few more meat buns, it will be complete." He thought to himself, smiling. Quickly took a sip of wine and a mouthful of meat.

Just as he was enjoying his first meat meal in many years, a woman's voice came from outside the window: "Ah, it's you!" The Golden Palm Stone Buddha only felt that the voice was familiar, and he didn't remember who it was for a while, so he didn't care. However, a long stick stabbed at the Golden Palm Stone Buddha from the outside.