The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 72 Stranded in Shaolin Temple

Yang Chengye followed the old monk Baimei to the meditation room in the backyard, and the little novice brought tea and retreated.

"Benefactor, I don't know what evidence you have to prove that you are a lay relative of the enlightened brother?"

After the little monk withdrew, the old monk with white eyebrows asked Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye took out the letter written by Han Shizhong to Juewu and handed it to the old monk Baimei.

The old monk with white eyebrows took the letter and opened it to read.

Yang Chengye frowned slightly, what happened to this old monk?

This is Juwu's family letter, and he dared to open it privately, how impolite it is!

After the old monk with white eyebrows read the letter, he put the letter on the table next to him and asked, "Are you Han Shizhong's son-in-law?"

Yang Chengye spread his hands and said: "This is the marriage that my father and General Han arranged for us, but there is a slight change."

"Oh?"

The old monk said: "To be able to make a marriage contract with General Han, it seems that your father is also a great person!"

Yang Chengye clasped his hands and said, "I'm Yang Chengye, my father is Yang Zaixing."

Hearing this, the old monk was immediately in awe, and said: "It turns out that the benefactor is a loyal general, and the old monk is disrespectful!"

"I think back to the time when my father Yang Zaixing led 30 soldiers to guard the Xiaoshang Bridge, and the [-] golden soldiers who fought were crying for their fathers and mothers. They couldn't cross the Xiaoshang Bridge for half a year. It can be called a war classic throughout the ages."

"As the saying goes, a tiger father has no dogs, so the little benefactor's Yang family gun must be quite popular, right?"

Yang Chengye said modestly: "My body is weak. My father once said when he was alive that I should take the imperial examination and serve the country with literature, so I didn't learn the Yang family spear. Maybe I disappointed the master."

After hearing Yang Chengye's words, the old monk with white eyebrows suddenly lost interest, and sighed: "At first, I wanted to see whether the spear technique of the Yang family spear was stronger than that of the Bi Temple. Unfortunately, the Yang family spear may have been lost."

Yang Chengye didn't expect that this old monk seemed to be quite young, so how could he still have such a strong desire to win.

"Master, can I meet Master Enlightenment?"

Yang Chengye asked the old monk, but the old monk waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, benefactor. I read General Han's letter to Junior Brother Juewu saying that his mother was seriously ill and needed Junior Brother Juewu to go for treatment. I don't know the benefactor. Can you tell me about it in detail?"

Yang Chengye didn't understand why the old monk kept talking about him, but he didn't allow himself to meet the enlightened monk.

However, since you came to Shaolin Temple, you can't be in a hurry, so you can only say: "Master, it's like this, Mrs. Han has a strange disease, and non-immediate relatives can't save it, so General Han asked Master Juewu to go to Lin'an."

The old monk clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name: "I'm afraid I will disappoint the little benefactor, the younger brother is not in the temple."

Hearing this, Yang Chengye was startled, stood up and asked, "Where did Master Enlightenment go?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Little benefactor, there is no need to worry, the younger brother is just going down the mountain to do business, and he will return in a few days. Please also ask the little benefactor to rest in the monastery for a few days."

Hearing this, Yang Chengye suddenly realized that since he would be back in a few days, he was afraid that Juwu was no longer in Shaolin Temple, or in other words, he was no longer in this world.

Yang Chengye calmed down and said, "In this case, I can only bother Master."

"After chatting for so long, I still don't know what the master is called?"

The old monk Baimei replied: "The old monk's name is Juexin, and he is in charge of the Discipline Academy."

Yang Chengye cupped his hands: "It turned out to be the host of the Discipline Academy. It's really disrespectful."

The old monk smiled and said: "Then please ask the little benefactor to rest in the meditation room first, and the old monk will ask the little novice to prepare a vegetarian meal for you."

Yang Chengye said politely: "In this way, Lao Juexin will preside over it."

After the conversation between the two, Yang Chengye was taken by the young novice monk to a meditation room. There was only one table, one chair, one bed, and one futon.

Generally speaking, the layout of the meditation room is relatively simple, which is very suitable for monks to practice.

After Yang Chengye settled down, soon a little monk brought vegetarian dishes, steamed buns, and a pot of vegetarian wine.

Yang Chengye took a sip of the vegetarian wine, felt nothing, it was slightly cold in the mouth, no different from plain boiled water, I really don't know how these monks researched this vegetarian wine.

After eating, just after noon, Yang Chengye had nothing to do, so he sat cross-legged on the futon, circulating his internal energy to flush the meridians in his body.

Through the fight with Lin Chaoying and those golden soldiers, Yang Chengye also discovered his own shortcomings. Although he has deep internal strength and not weak martial arts, he lacks experience in dealing with the enemy.

In addition, after practicing so many kinds of martial arts, it is quite time-consuming to consider which kind of martial arts to use when fighting, and he thought to himself: "It seems that I have to create a set of martial arts that suits me, but creating my own martial arts is not easy! "

Before he knew it, it was already dark. When Yang Chengye saw the vegetarian dishes and vegetarian wine on the table, he realized that he had not been in meditation for a short time. Even the little novice who came to deliver the food didn't notice it.

At this time, Yang Chengye thought of another purpose of his Shaolin Temple, and it seemed that he should rush to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion.

Yang Chengye opened the bag, took out a set of night clothes and put it on, and at the same time took a piece of black gauze to cover his mouth and nose, only revealing a pair of eyes shining in the night.

Yang Chengye unfolded the quilt, put the pillow into the quilt, and it looked like someone was lying on the bed, then he opened the door and tiptoed out.

When Yang Chengye came outside the meditation room, he was dumbfounded, he didn't even know where the Buddhist scriptures pavilion was.

The Shaolin Temple is so big, the first time you come here, let alone looking for some Buddhist scripture pavilion, you may even get lost.

Yang Chengye grasped the long sword and twirled aimlessly.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, they suddenly heard the sound of fierce fighting and collisions coming from the front.

Yang Chengye came to a courtyard and saw many torches burning in the courtyard, illuminating the entire courtyard like daylight.

I am willing to be surrounded by monks, especially there are two old monks standing in the corridor.

In the middle of the courtyard, a dozen young monks with sticks were besieging a monk wearing a monk's hat.

It's just that the monk's hat is protruding high, which is obviously supported by his Buddha's hair, which is very funny.

The monk's body was light, and he kept dodging the monk's attack, but he didn't fight back, but there were bursts of fragrance as his body fluttered.

Yang Chengye secretly said: "It turned out to be a woman, but it is obviously not the opponent of the five monks. It will be a matter of time before they lose."

Sure enough, in less than 10 minutes, one of the monks' stick hit the woman's waist, and the woman screamed and flew upside down, and the direction happened to be Yang Chengye's side.

With a "bang", the woman slammed against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but soon struggled to stand up, her gaze met Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye looked at the woman, and the woman also looked at Yang Chengye, neither of them pointed out.

The woman just took a look and then turned to look at the monks again.

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