The Legend of Shushan Xuanjian

Chapter 222 Dangerous
Konoha under Junshan.Empty water is long.Pour the wine very much to hold back the beauty.It's not a guest going west from Weicheng, stop singing Yangguan.

The drunken sleeve caresses the dangerous column.The sky is light and cloudless.Who will survive this road.Looking back at the red sunset, it should be Chang'an.

——"The Sound of Selling Flowers Title Yueyang Tower" Zhang Shunmin (Song Dynasty)

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The monk said with a smile: "Shaolin is the head of the seven sects of martial arts in the Central Plains, and the supreme sect of martial arts. It is the largest sect of Buddhism since the Tang Dynasty. There are more than [-] ordained monks with disc records under their sect, and there are many masters. This is not even the Shaolin that spreads all over the country. Lay disciples, Shaolin elders who walk the rivers and lakes, who can not give face, who dares to provoke black and white?

In addition, the Shaolin Temple has more than 1 mu of land, and there is no need to pay taxes for the annual income; there are thousands of palaces and pavilions, second only to the Luoyang Royal Palace.Pilgrims and laymen worshiped piously, and accumulated countless temple donations over the years...

Where Shaolin Temple is simply a temple, it is the well-deserved richest man in Luoyang.

Therefore, who is not envious of the position of abbot of Shaolin Temple?The reason why Abbot Kong Jian repeatedly compromised with the emperor's father was because, without the support of the emperor, it would be difficult for him to keep his position as abbot. "

The pilgrim stroked his beard carefully, nodded in agreement, and said: "This statement is true, power and wealth, one of the two, is enough to tempt people. Facing this kind of temptation, it is difficult for Buddhism to be clean.

Back then, Patriarch Hongren, the fifth patriarch, passed on the mantle to Patriarch Huineng, and Shenxiu's disciples hunted down Huineng for more than ten years.Even though Patriarch Huineng passed away, he did not forget to send people to chop off the head of Patriarch Huineng's physical body.

It can be seen that the struggle for power does not distinguish between temples and temples. As long as there is fame and fortune, there will be rivers and lakes. "

The monk said: "Abbot Kong's first disciple has long been dissatisfied with his master's management method, thinking that the abbot is too conservative:

First, in the genealogy of Zen, let Huineng's lineage become the authentic Zen school;
Second, in terms of status in the arena, the sects such as Emei and Kunlun have risen rapidly.Especially Emei, in recent years, has fought against Shaolin in the arena, and even has a tendency to surpass Shaolin.If no further action is taken, Shaolin will no longer be the martial arts supreme who shocks the martial arts and scares the enemy. "

The pilgrim was a little puzzled, and asked: "He is only the first disciple after all, can he achieve great things?"

The monk replied: "This man has strong martial arts skills and great ambitions. Over the years, he has taken advantage of the opportunity of passing on the Dharma and teaching skills on behalf of his master. He has deliberately recruited many young disciples and formed a group of passionate young monks. His strength should not be underestimated. As long as we are willing to Entrusting him with the position of abbot should impress him."

The pilgrim asked again: "This man has great ambitions. If he gets the position of abbot, can he still be controlled by us?"

The monk smiled coldly and said: "As long as this person is not in the right position and holds the handle in our hands, he has to obediently listen to our greetings!"

After a moment of silence, the pilgrim changed the topic and said, "What about the two heads of the Bodhidharma Academy and the Arhat Hall? According to their seniority, they should be the first in the ranking, right?"

The monk said: "The head of the Arhat Hall passed away suddenly last year, and it went very strangely, without any signs, and there were many doubts.

It was proposed by the supervisor of the temple supervisor that the new head of the Arhat Hall was appointed, and the abbot Kong Jian did not object.Although this person's martial arts are strong, he has no brains, and his temperament is violent and reckless, so there is nothing to worry about.

The head of the Bodhidharma Academy is wise and sublime, and seems to see something.Ever since the head of the Arhat Hall passed away, he went to the back mountain to retreat and practice on the pretext of being unwell.Don't ask about the daily temple affairs anymore, return the relevant powers and responsibilities to Abbot Kong Jian, and hand over the rest of the chores to his disciples. "

Xiang Ke laughed and said, "In this way, now is indeed the best opportunity to recruit Shaolin."

The pilgrim took out a stack of house deeds from his arms and handed them to the monk, saying: "This is the land and real estate in Luoyang. The fields are good farmland in the suburbs. The houses are the big houses in the city that look at the lake. Which key people in the temple need to be recruited?" , you can play cheap.

There is only one requirement: the monks, soldiers and supplies of Shaolin must be firmly controlled in our hands. "

The monk put his hands together and promised to follow the order.

After finishing the instruction, the pilgrim's expression eased, and he smiled and said: "You have worked hard these years, and I will repay your credit one by one. If great things happen in the future, I promise you to be the real master of Shaolin!"

The monk was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly kowtowed his thanks, his head pounding like garlic.

The two made a detailed plan and left separately.

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Bai Fu said in his heart: "I think back when I was in Qingcheng, I admired Shaolin Wudang very much and respected them very much. Although I was far away in Bashu, I couldn't go there physically, but I yearned for it.

Unexpectedly, when I went to Shaolin for the first time, I met Zhu Mang, felt resentful and disappointed.What's more, Shaolin's interior is full of fog and danger.Thinking about it now, Qingcheng's so-called scheming and intrigue are not a big deal in Shaolin. "

Thinking of Qingcheng, Bai Fu immediately thought about Yichan, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, a bad feeling came to his heart, as if something was stuck in his heart, and he suddenly felt extremely tight in his chest.

Since leaving Chang'an, Bai Fu entrusted someone to send more than a dozen letters to Yichan, but did not receive a single reply.This gave Bai Fu a bad premonition.This feeling is indescribable and unclear, and it gushes out from time to time when I am alone, the moon is as cold as water, and my heart is sour.

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When the surroundings became quiet, Bai Fu, like a civet cat, sprang out of the secret passage without making a sound.This is the darkest hour before dawn.

Bai Fu turned his head and looked back.In the Buddhist hall, a golden Buddha sits cross-legged, holding a seal with his hand.The Buddha was merciful and serene, staring at Bai Fu quietly, with endless compassion in his eyes...

With a sore nose, Bai Fu knelt down in front of the Buddha with a puff, tears streaming from his eyes, sobbing silently.

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Before dawn, Bai Fu sneaked back to his guest room to see if his luggage was still there.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I saw four monks wearing bamboo hats and carrying two wooden barrels on their shoulders, preparing to go down the mountain to carry water.Bai Fu hurriedly hid in the dark corner of the courtyard wall, avoiding these people.

The monks didn't notice the difference, and muttered:

"It's really bad luck. I have to go down the mountain to carry water before dawn."

"Isn't it? When Nagaoka was here, we didn't need to do this work at all. Don't tell me, Nagaoka really has two arms and strength. The water he carried alone can hold up to the four of us. .”

"By the way, where did Nagaoka go? I haven't seen him for three days."

"Brother, don't you know?"

"what do you know?"

"Everyone found his pole and wooden bucket in the Guilin stream. It is estimated that he accidentally fell into the water while carrying water by the river and drowned."

"Oh, that's a pity, this kid is quite honest, it's a pity."

The monks sighed a few times, and stopped mentioning this person, and changed to other topics, chatting while walking, and walked out of the courtyard.

In the yard of the firewood house, there was a person who was pounding rice and winnowing chaff. It was the same practitioner who broke firewood and stepped on the wheel with Hu Changgang in the trough that day.

The man heard the conversation of the monks, stopped working, raised his head, thoughtful.After a while, I continued to get busy, bending over to pound rice with great effort.

The moment he bent down, he glanced at the direction where Bai Fu was hiding, his gaze was like a torch...

(End of this chapter)