Zhao Lang's sedan chair was not carried into the Shaolin Temple, but stopped a few miles away from the Shaolin Temple gate, Zhao Lang knew that although the Shaolin Temple was closed for less than a hundred years, there were still basic disciples who guarded the mountain, in order to show their respect for the Shaolin Temple, the remaining few miles, Zhao Lang decided to finish by himself.

"Uncle, don't talk nonsense later, listen to me in everything, okay?" Zhao Lang looked at Ouyang Feng and said.

In fact, Zhao Lang originally didn't want to bring Ouyang Feng here, although Ouyang Feng's strength ranked among the top five today, but his current spirit was too easy to mess up, and it was not good to bring it over, but it was easy to do bad things.

Zhao Lang now only hopes that Ouyang Feng can listen to his words and not mess around in the Shaolin Temple and stir up his own plans.

It is not uncommon for Zhao Lang to go to Shaolin Temple to seek fame or marriage, but when Zhao Lang took Ouyang Feng into Shaolin Temple, he did not attract too much attention, at most he was slightly attracted by Ouyang Feng's face-covering hat.

Coming to the gate of the temple, Zhao Lang looked for a monk and bowed, which inevitably aroused suspicion, and did not immediately propose to copy the Buddhist scriptures, but said in a low voice: "This master, in the waves and clouds, because he has been weak and sick since he was a child, this time he came to your temple to ask for peace, but he didn't know how to ask for the law, and he hoped that the master would give him some advice." ”

As he spoke, Zhao Lang smiled slightly, took out a broken silver from his arms, and stuffed it into the hand of the monk who knew the guest.

The monk who knew the guest resigned again and again: "Don't be like this, don't be like this, don't be like this, Buddhism is pure, and the little monk can't be like this." ”

"The master just accepts it," Zhao Lang smiled slightly, "I know that I haven't worshiped the Buddha when I was a child, cough cough is now sick and ask for the blessing of the Buddha, quite undeservedly, a little silver tael, the right to offer some incense money and your temple and the master! cough if the master does not accept it, but it is difficult to feel at ease in the next place!"

The monk raised his head, looked at Zhao Lang, saw that his face was pale and a little blue-gray, and he sometimes covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed during the conversation, as if he was really sick, and saw Zhao Lang's resolute attitude, so he did not insist on retreating, his face showed a trace of joy, and he put the broken silver in his pocket, and happily led the way for Zhao Lang and explained the process of asking for Buddha on incense.

Zhao Lang smiled secretly in his heart: "Sample, I know that you little monks of Shaolin Temple can really be as bad as the virtual bamboo, even if the virtual bamboo is finally pried by the free faction, how can you not eat the fireworks of the world? ”

got the benefit, the monk was very attentive to Zhao Lang, instructed Zhao Lang to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to worship the Buddha, and said that you can ask for Buddha statues, wooden, stone, jade, and gold, but the price is different, and the master of enlightenment is different, and the incense money required is also different.

In this regard, Zhao Lang generously said that as long as he can show his admiration for the Buddha and let the Buddha bless him to get rid of the trouble of illness as soon as possible, money is not a problem.

Worship the Buddha, invite the Buddha, open the light, a set of procedures, although cumbersome, but there are knowing the guest monks to help wholeheartedly, but it is not troublesome, soon, a high-grade golden Buddha sent to Zhao Lang's hands, for this, Zhao Lang spent hundreds of taels of silver, and the people around him were surprised by the magnanimity.

The monk next to him couldn't help but look at Zhao Lang a few more times, since the Northern Song Dynasty, after Shaolin closed the mountain gate, there are few people who are so generous, a few hundred taels of silver, generally speaking, it is good to have such a generous lord in three or five months.

After inviting the Buddha, Zhao Lang secretly thought that it was almost over, and finally proposed to the monk that he did not worship the Buddha in his early years, did not respect the Buddha, and was riddled with illness, so he wanted to copy a few Buddhist scriptures by hand and bring them back, and read them every day in the future to show his respect for the Buddha.

Hearing that Zhao Lang wanted to copy the Buddhist scriptures, the monk was not surprised, and without any hesitation, he agreed. In a large temple like Shaolin Temple, it is not uncommon for pilgrims to go up the mountain to copy Buddhist scriptures. After all, seeking Buddha is also about the mind, sincerity is spiritual, copying a Buddhist scripture by oneself is also the embodiment of sincerely seeking Buddha.

For the sake of Zhao Lang's generous hand and not like an ordinary pilgrim, the monk did not throw him away in the side hall, but personally took him to the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and beckoned a middle-aged monk on the side of the pavilion to explain a few words, and then turned around and left.

"Amitabha, poor monk Jueyuan! I don't know what the donor is called?" the middle-aged monk made a monk salute and said.

Zhao Lang's pupils shrank, Jueyuan, this middle-aged monk is Zhang Sanfeng's master, Shaolin Master Jueyuan, the peerless master who was at the end of the Condor period, with profound skills and comparable to the last five.

Behind him, Ouyang Feng's body trembled excitedly, he stepped forward and laughed: "What a great monk, I feel that your strength should not be weak, come, let's compete." ”

Jueyuan shook his head again and again: "The poor monk has not studied the martial arts of this temple, if the donor is interested in learning, he can find the senior brother of the Luohan Hall, but the poor monk thinks that the way of martial arts is inferior, and the way of Buddhism is endless, the donor might as well take refuge in my Buddha, how about worshipping the Buddha with one heart?"

"What kind of big-headed Buddha, come, accompany me to a big fight!" Ouyang Feng was really angry, and he was about to make a move.

Zhao Lang was sweating, and hurriedly grabbed Ouyang Feng, and almost forgot his cheap father's urine sex, peerless masters meet PK, this is the law of the martial arts world, but this time it really can't be due to Ouyang Feng's temperament, otherwise Ouyang Feng's identity will be exposed, and Zhao Lang's plan in Shaolin Temple will become ten times more difficult.

Jiuyang Divine Skill is right in front of him, how can Zhao Lang let this opportunity be missed? He snorted: "Uncle, if you don't listen to me again, I will ignore you." ”

Hearing Zhao Lang's words, Ouyang Feng's momentum instantly withered, and like a child who had made a mistake, he stepped aside: "Son, don't be angry, Dad just listens to you, whatever you say is what you say." ”

"Ahem, Master Jueyuan, my uncle was injured in his early years, and he had some mental problems, ahem" Zhao Lang said to Jueyuan, "I am offended, and I hope that Master Jueyuan will forgive me." ”

Jueyuan shook his head: "The donor is polite, Uncle Ling's situation is very sympathetic, it's okay, it's okay." ”

"Master Jueyuan, Zhao wants to copy a few Buddhist scriptures, I don't know why the master taught me?"

Master Jueyuan asked rhetorically, "I don't know what the donor is doing by copying the scriptures?"

"Is there a difference?"

Jueyuan said: "If you want to cross the deceased, it is more appropriate to use the "Nirvana Sutra" and "Dizo Bodhisattva Sutra", and if the donor reads it himself, you can choose the "Diamond Sutra". ”

Zhao Lang's heart moved: "Then dare to ask, what are the most important scriptures in your temple?"

Jueyuan did not doubt him, and said: "This temple is the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, and the main practice is the "Ranga Sutra" and "Diamond Sutra". ”

Finally got to the point, the Ranga Sutra, hehe, Jiuyang Shengong, isn't it in this Ranga Sutra?

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Lang's mouth.