Lin Qingli wanted to say something, but Xu Qianfan stood up and said in a deep voice: "The children of the rivers and lakes have always been decisive, why cry like this, let's say goodbye to our master and apprentice." If you are destined in this life, you will see each other in the future. With that, he rolled up the sleeves of his robe and rolled up his long sword in his hand. Passing through the window, the figure disappeared into the night in an instant. After Qingyuan, Qingbai and Lin Qingli said goodbye in tears, they also packed up their luggage and dispersed. That Qingyuan and Qingbai went to Kongtong Mountain, while Lin Qingli went to the Northwest Tianshan Mountains alone to join Ziwuyun.

The martial arts of the Tianshan faction attaches the most importance to Pei Yuan to build a foundation, and Lin Qingli is bent on revenge, and he can't wait for the time to practice martial arts. In a month's time, not only did not make any progress, but regressed a lot. My heart was extremely anxious, and I couldn't sleep at night. At this time, he met Li Chongyuan.

When Li Chongyuan and Lin Qingli went down to the Tianshan Mountains to the Central Plains. Li Duozuo was already on his way to Songshan.

Shaolin Temple, early in the morning, the little novices pushed open the temple door and came out with brooms to clean the fallen leaves in front of the door. Suddenly, a little novice shouted, "Senior brother, come and see, there is a lying down here." ”

Although the world was rich during the Wu and Zhou dynasties, there were always poor people, and some people walked on the road or because of hunger or disease, and died on the road, which is called lying down.

A few older little novices hurriedly gathered around, only to see the man lying lying under the tree in front of the door, with a trace of breath on the tip of his nose, "This person is not dead yet, call Master quickly." "A little novice with a quick leg immediately ran into the temple.

It was not long before a sturdy middle-aged monk rushed over under the leadership of the little novice. The middle-aged monk first twisted his hand around the wrist of the lying man to diagnose the pulse. Seeing that the human connection was weak but still stable, it was not a sign of disease, but should be caused by hunger and exertion. "Bring this man into the temple quickly. The little novices carried him into the temple with all their hands and feet.

After pouring a large bowl of sweetened rice porridge into it, the man relieved himself, opened his eyes, saw that there were green bald heads all around, and asked in disbelief, "Where is this......?" Am I dead?" the monk smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, the donor just passed out, and now after eating rice porridge, he has come back to life." The man closed his eyes and gathered strength for a while, then tried to turn over and kneel on the ground and said, "Ask the master for mercy and take the villain to the temple to be a monk." "Say it and kowtow again and again. The monk was embarrassed: "The donor doesn't know, the little monk Huicheng is just a guest monk, where can he be the master to accept you into the temple." The man lay on the ground and just kept kowtowing, and shouted, "Master is merciful, Master is merciful." Huicheng had no choice but to say: "You get up, I will go with you to see the master of the prison yard, whether you are accepted or not, the master of the prison is in charge." ”

In the meditation room of the prison courtyard, Elder Xuanhui looked at the person in front of him, his face was yellow and thin, his clothes were ragged, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, almost unable to stand. sighed and said: "Amitabha, the donor is dedicated to the Buddha, and his merits are immeasurable, but the monks of our temple are full, and they can no longer recruit people, and the donor is willing to take refuge in my Buddha, you can go to other temples, or you can go home to understand the Dharma by yourself, and the Buddha has clouds: all things have the law, and everyone in the world is a Buddha." It can be seen that cultivation is not in the place, but in the human heart. This is the so-called one-thought Buddhahood. The man pleaded, "My house has been flooded, and my wife and children have all been swept away by the flood, and I can't even find a single bone." I was also desperate, so I begged the master for mercy and accepted me, but with a bowl of coarse rice, I was content. Elder Xuanhui was disgusted in his heart, and said secretly: "This man is so uninteresting, he only treats my Shaolin Temple as a charity porridge, and he is cheeky to come to mix rice, and if he doesn't leave, he will ask the warrior monk to beat this pickled and splashed out of the stick." Although there is anger in his heart, his face is still kind, and he said: "The donor doesn't know, although this Shaolin Temple is huge, but there are also big difficulties, the so-called monks have more porridge and less, and now Shaolin Temple is also unable to make ends meet, only relying on a few pilgrims' sesame oil money, how can it be able to paste these thousands of mouths? I'm afraid that if it goes on like this, even the old monks will go down the mountain to make fate." Please forgive the donor. If the donor just wants to get a bowl of porridge to eat, it is not difficult, the old monk will point you a way, and he will ask someone to give you a few dollars of silver, you go to learn a craft, it is not easy to eat with a craft? The man cried: "The Buddha doesn't know, I am a craftsman, although I don't know a big word, but I have been a plasterer for many years, 20 years ago I also repaired the Shaolin Temple to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but this world, floods everywhere, who still build a house." Even if I have skills, I can't eat, and I hope that Master will be merciful and don't let me starve to death. Xuan Hui's eyes lit up, and he said, "Do you really have the craftsmanship of mud and water, bricks, and tiles?" The man said: "The Buddha has great powers, I don't dare to lie." Xuan Hui had a plan in his heart. Said: "My Buddha is merciful, since you have repaired the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it means that you have a fate with my temple." Well, since you are dedicated to the Buddha, my Buddha naturally can't refuse, well, let's go to the temple for the time being to be a novice. Well, Xuanzi, Huizi, and Jiazi, as soon as you entered the temple, you were ranked on the Jiazi generation, and the legal name was called Jianeng. The man was overjoyed, and immediately kowtowed: "Thank you Buddha for your mercy, thank you Buddha for your mercy." ”

What kind of place is this building courtyard? The building courtyard is the Shaolin Temple annex, full-time repair of the Shaolin Temple premises, the monks in it are neither allowed to practice martial arts nor chant scriptures, and even do not need to shave fever and precaution spots, just give a monk's robe, then from other Zen monasteries transferred to the good to say, the new people who enter the temple do not even have a degree of paperwork, every day is busy repairing various houses, all year round can not be idle, can be said to be the most bitter and tired and the most statusless place in the Shaolin Temple. It is often in the Shaolin Temple that other Zen monasteries can not get along or break the rules of the door are sent to the courtyard, and the monks inside are not so much monks as hard labor. Why did Xuan Hui first refuse to accept him and then accept it, but to see that he was a plasterer, this year's rain is heavier than in previous years, and there are leaks in all the houses, although there are many monks in this building courtyard, but this repair of the house is a technical work that can not be done well with strength, but also have to have craftsmanship, and the monks of the building courtyard can only be used as laborers to carry bricks and stones. Every time the house was repaired, the temple had to take out a lot of silver to hire a plasterer to be the tiler. After this Jianeng came, he could act as a tiling master by himself, and it was enough to eat coarse tea and light food every day, and he didn't have to pay for his work, so he could naturally save a lot of silver.

Na Jia Neng was led by Huicheng to visit the first Huiguang in the Zhujian Temple, received the gray cloth monk's robe, and settled down in the Shaolin Temple.

Na Jia Neng is also really diligent in his legs and feet, and he sprinkles and sweeps the court every day without being instructed by others, when repairing the house, he climbs to the roof to build bricks and tiles, and his arms rotate like the wind, and three or two strong men push carts to transport bricks and tiles can not be supplied, and the monks in the temple are good at seeing that he builds bricks and tiles and does things quickly, so he gives him a nickname called the eight-armed Buddha. Na Jia can listen to it, but it is just a silly smile.

In the past few days, the torrential rain has been pouring down, and there are many leaks in various places of the temple, if there is water leakage in other places, it is just that, but even the Tibetan scripture pavilion has leaked, and the scriptures have been stained a lot. The abbot Xuanjing was so anxious that he couldn't sleep at night, sighed for a long time every day, and it was easy to look forward to the clear sky, and hurriedly arranged for someone to go to the courtyard to dry the scriptures, and ordered the prison Xuanhui to find someone to renovate the scripture pavilion. Xuan Hui said: "Brother Qiyu Abbot, this time you don't have to go to the bottom of the mountain to find a plasterer for the renovation of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the new novice in the courtyard is called Jianeng, and the novice is very good at doing this brick and tile work, and the monks in the temple call him the eight-armed Buddha." The abbot of Xuan Jing sneered slightly: "If the monks below say that it is okay to laugh, how can you speak so inconsequentially as a prison officer? Abbot Xuanjing groaned slightly: "Have you checked the origin of this Jianeng?" Xuanhui said: "Although the origin of Jianeng has not been investigated, but that day he fell in front of the temple with hunger, and was rescued to the temple by Huicheng, and when he woke up, he cried and begged and did not want to leave, and said that he had repaired the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the temple before. Xuan Hui saw that he was pitiful and skilled, so he made the decision to leave him behind. This person is very able to endure hardships, there are large and small jobs in the temple, and he will never shirk when he is called, his craftsmanship is good, and the person is honest, and it is estimated that there is no hindrance. Abbot Xuan Jing said: "Well, according to this, it should be reliable, but be careful in everything, you go and take a look." "Yes, Xuan Hui retired. Xuanhui left the abbot's meditation room and went straight to the courtyard, just when he saw Jianeng taking a bath with water at the door shirtless, Jianeng saw him and quickly put on the oil-stained monk's robe, and said, "I've seen the master of the prison." Xuan Hui smiled and waved his hand: "No need to be polite, you have really worked hard these days." Na Jia Neng said with a smile: "Where did the master say that? If I hadn't been taken in by the master, I'm afraid I would have starved to death at this time." Where is there today. Xuan Hui said: "Speaking of which, seeing you working so hard, after all, I can't help it, and the thousands of people in this temple can't just tire you." Perhaps, there is a shortage of monks in Wenshu Monastery who can recite scriptures, so why don't you go there to recite scriptures and knock on chimes?"