The next day, it was found that the two warrior monks in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were killed, and the Shaolin Temple turned over a huge wave. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the abbot of Zhiyuan was wearing a robe, the Buddhist beads in his hand were turning, and his face was very dignified.

Now the monks of Shaolin Temple gather here, chanting and chanting Buddha, only the master of the Luohan Hall has not appeared, the abbot of Zhiyuan has sent someone to invite, and found that he is no longer in the temple.

It is conceivable that the thief who killed yesterday was Master Ziwu!

"Senior Brother Zhitong, Ziwu is your disciple of Luohan Hall... Now that the Great Day Rulai Zen Staff has been stolen by him, and he has also killed two disciples of the Guardian Pavilion, what do you say about this matter?"

The Buddha bead in his hand stopped, and the old man looked at an old monk with white eyebrows beside him, and Abbot Zhiyuan asked solemnly.

In today's Shaolin Temple, the longest is the Hui Zi generation, but the Hui Zi generation is very old, all over 100 years old, most of them have long passed away, only the Hui Ku Shen Monk is left, the elder of the Shaolin Temple.

Under the wisdom generation, there is the wisdom generation, Zhiyuan, Zhitong, Zhiming and Zhixin, all four of them are the years of the Rod, and today's abbot is Zhiyuan.

followed by the sub-character generation, Nian Huajia, Zikong, Ziming and Ziwu.

Then there is the Juezi generation, the jue character generation is the smallest, and the little monks in the Shaolin Temple are all Juezi generations.

"Amitabha... Senior brother abbot, although Ziwu is from the disciple of his junior brother, but he did such evil things, the Buddha was also angry, and the senior brother immediately went down the mountain and went to arrest him and take him back to Shaolin Temple..."

With his hands folded, he said a Buddha noise, and Master Zhitong said with a heartache.

Ziwu is a senior disciple of Master Zhitong, but he didn't expect to do such a heinous thing now, which really hurts Master Zhitong.

"Senior Brother Zhitong, have you forgotten the agreement back then?"

Beside him, waving his wrinkled hand, Master Zhixin suddenly reminded him.

Hearing this, Master Zhitong sighed and was speechless.

"Amitabha, although it was agreed that Shaolin would close the temple, and our brothers and sisters were not allowed to go down the mountain, we could send our disciples to chase after Ziwu..."

Shaking his head, pondering for a moment, his eyes fixed on the big Buddha statue in front of him, Abbot Zhiyuan slowly recited aloud.

"Senior Brother Abbot, I don't think it's as good as this, we sent two disciples down the mountain quietly, and now after decades, it shouldn't be considered a violation of the agreement..."

Hearing what Senior Brother Abbot said, Master Zhiming frowned and suggested softly.

"Amitabha... The stakes are very high, involving the lives of two disciples, as well as the Great Day Nyorai Zen Staff, and now we have to violate the agreement of the year..."

Nodding, remembering the secret of the Great Day Nyorai Zen Staff, Abbot Zhiyuan chanted heavily.

After that, looking at the three junior disciples, Abbot Zhiyuan asked, "Three junior disciples, I don't know who to send down the mountain?"

"Uncle Abbot, the two monks who died in the Pavilion of the Tibetan Scriptures are under Ziming's sect, please let Uncle Abbot let Ziming go down the mountain..."

Just as Abbot Zhiyuan was asking, a monk wearing a robe folded his hands and Mao recommended himself.

This monk has a dark complexion, and he is a master of Ziming, and the two warrior monks who died in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion are from his disciples.

"Amitabha... Ziming, are you not satisfied with the month period?"

Hearing this, the four Abbots of Zhiyuan glanced at each other, and then Abbot Zhiyuan asked softly.

"Uncle Abbot, one month is enough, Ziming will definitely arrest Ziwu and bring him back to Shaolin Temple..."

With his hands folded, Master Ziming nodded solemnly.

"Amitabha... Well, you can choose a disciple from your sect and go down the mountain with you... Remember, don't make a big deal about it..."

Seeing this, Abbot Zhiyuan said a Buddha noise.

"Amitabha..."

Without further ado, Master Ziming clasped his hands together, nodded, stood up and left the Daxiong Treasure Hall, rushed back to pack his baggage, and prepared to go.

"Senior Brother Abbot, in the Great Day Zen Staff... Is there really a long-lost Sutra of Washing the Pulp?"

After the monks finished chanting and left, only the four Zhiyuan brothers were left in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and Master Zhiming suddenly asked suspiciously.

"Amitabha... The Great Day Rulai Zen Staff has been hidden in the Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years, and no one has ever found the Washing the Pulp Sutra..."

Hearing this, he shook his head, and Abbot Zhiyuan said with a smile.

"But... If Ziwu is really allowed to get the Pulp Washing Sutra, this person's mental skills are not correct, and he will definitely endanger the martial arts at that time!"

With a worried face, Master Zhixin said a Buddha noise.

"Amitabha... Don't worry, even if the Purifying Soul Sutra has not been lost, no one has ever understood it..."

Waving his wrinkled hand, Abbot Zhiyuan comforted.

"I hope so..."

Hearing the words of the abbot, Master Zhixin clasped his hands together, and his heart was a little settled.

..................

On the mountain behind Mt. Shomuro.

A very ordinary-looking little monk, thin and dressed in a cloth shirt, was standing in front of a big tree.

His legs kept kicking in the air, each kicking on the tree, and the tree shook and the branches and leaves on the treetops fell in pieces.

Not far away, Master Huiku sat in front of the stone table, turning the Buddha beads in his hand, and looked at the little monk with a kind face.

Seeing that the little monk was sweating and practicing hard, Master Huiku seemed to see the little Qin Xuan back then.

I don't know how Xuan'er is doing now?

"Juekong!"

Suddenly, an old monk in a robe, carrying a burden behind him, came from a distance and called softly.

"Master!"

Hearing the call, the little monk withdrew his moves, his face showing joy.

This old monk with a burden is the master of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha... Uncle Shi..."

Coming to Master Huiku, Ziming folded his hands together and said respectfully to the Buddha.

"Ziming, are you going down the mountain?"

Seeing the other party's outfit, Master Huiku asked in surprise.

Decades ago, Shaolin closed the temple, and the disciples in the temple stayed at home, and now Ziming's outfit is obviously going down the mountain, is it to destroy the agreement of the year?

"Uncle Qiyu, here's the thing..."

Nodding, Zi detailed the future ins and outs of the future to Master Huiku.

"Amitabha... Don't mention whether the marrow washing sutra is in it, this thing is used by the Bodhidharma Patriarch, it is the thing of the Shaolin Temple, and it must not be lost in the rivers and lakes..."

Hearing this, knowing that the stakes are very high, Master Huiku said with a solemn face.

"Uncle Qiyu, the abbot also thinks so, so he asked Ziming to go down the mountain to arrest Ziwu, and now Ziming is here, just to take Juekong down the mountain together..."

With his hands folded, he said a Buddha noise, looked at the little monk, and Ziming said softly.

The little monk is the proud disciple of Master Ziming, and he is also the next abbot designated by Shaolin Temple, the little monk Juekong.

"Master, what did you just say? Are we going down the mountain?"

Hearing what the master said, Juekong immediately shouted excitedly.

Growing up in the Shaolin Temple since childhood, I have never gone down the mountain, and I have heard the monks who have gone down the mountain in the temple tell that the things under the mountain are very beautiful, so Juekong is very yearning for going down the mountain.

Today, when I learned that my master was going to take me down the mountain, how could Juekong not be excited?

.............. (To be continued.) )