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Chapter 37 Shaolin
Songshan, Shaolin.

Since Bodhidharma traveled eastward to the Central Plains during Emperor Wu of Liang's time, 28 it was passed down to the divine monk Kasyapa, and Shaolin was a talented person on behalf of him. He has long been the suzerain of the Central Plains martial arts.

After two consecutive days of snow, the weather turned fine.From time to time, pilgrims visit the mountain and offer incense to Buddha.

Outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, a 40-year-old Zhike monk saw a group of ten people coming to Songshan Mountain. The dozen people were all dressed as servants, but everyone's clothes were woven with high-quality silk and satin, and there were cuffs on their sleeves. The pattern does not look luxurious, but it gives people a very dignified feeling. One can tell at a glance that it is a servant who came out of a noble family.

The first was a sedan chair carried by four people, carved with exquisite patterns, and the four people who carried the sedan chair were calm and powerful, walking step by step, the sedan chair did not shake at all, obviously they all had kung fu.

The Zhike monk was secretly happy, knowing that it was a big client, but he didn't know who was sitting in the sedan chair.

When approaching the gate of Shaolin Mountain about ten feet away, the sedan chair stopped, and a little old man came out. He was dressed in brocade clothes, with white beard and hair, arched body, sticking a cane, but there was an aura of calm and prestige, you can tell it at a glance He is a high-ranking person who gives orders.

The Zhike monk didn't dare to neglect, opened the mountain gate, and took a few steps forward.

The little old man also stepped forward, with a smile on his face: "Master, you are polite."

The Zhike monk folded his hands together, smiled slightly and said, "Tanyue came all the way, why not?"

"This old man devotes himself to Buddha, and the greatest wish in his life is to worship temples all over the world. Unfortunately, he is too busy with mundane affairs to be free." The little old man stroked his beard and said, "Recently, I resigned from office and returned to my hometown, and finally I was able to fulfill my wish. Temple, I have bothered you, and I hope you will forgive me."

The monk said: "Amitabha, this is a good fruit, please come to the temple first to serve tea." He guessed that this should be a certain official, and he dared not neglect it.

"Then don't bother me." The little old man waved his hand, and immediately a servant handed over a receipt: "This is incense money. I would like to make a golden Buddha in your temple for the worship of all believers. Master, please accept it."

The Zhike monk glanced at it, and was secretly surprised at 1000 taels of gold.

Even though Shaolin Temple is the number one Buddhist temple in the world, such a big business and generous investment are still extremely rare.

This Zhike monk has a lot of psychological activities, and he is secretly complaining about it.

"Good guy, three years of Qing Zhifu, one hundred thousand snowflake silver. It is said that we monks are good at making money. I think these officials are good at it, and they are willing to bow down."

The Zhike monk further confirmed the identity of the little old man, and asked the young monk beside him to accept him, while he called the little old man into the temple.

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In the Daxiong Palace.

The little old man burns incense and worships Buddha, he looks so pious that all the monks in the hall think he is a good man and a faithful woman, his favorability is +1, +1...

But if this group of monks heard the content of the old man's prayer, they would probably be glared at by the Vajra, and would pick up the subduing magic pestle and beat them.

"Since ancient times, people have taken people's money to eliminate disasters. Tathagata, I gave you 1000 taels of gold. You old man will bless me tonight. Otherwise, I will smash your ruined temple and kill all your believers .Amitabha, good and good.”

Dare to be so disrespectful to the Buddha, I am afraid that there is no one else except Xia Wuji.

Back then, after dealing with the Great Huanxi Girl Bodhisattva, Xia Wuji spent another seven or eight days rushing to the vicinity of the Shaolin Temple.

He got a lot of information about Shaolin Temple from Monk Xinmei, and originally wanted to take advantage of the darkness.

But considering the profound heritage of Shaolin Temple, the number of masters like clouds, and Xinmei had been away from Shaolin for a while, there may be some changes, so he stepped on some familiarity before talking.

He is just a child less than ten years old, if he comes to Shaolin Temple alone, he will attract attention and remind people of the ghost-faced boy.

So after thinking about it, he performed the bone shrinking skill, his body grew a bit bigger, and after Qiao Zhuang changed his appearance, he became what he is today.

As for those servants, they all belong to the Sun family.

"If the operation goes well tonight, I will give the Buddha a few thousand taels of silver. You must protect me. Let me meet the gods and kill the gods, and the Buddhas...worship the Buddha. If anyone dares to oppose me, you will kill me." He brought it to your place to criticize education, so don’t put it back.”

He muttered a Datong in his heart, then put the incense on, turned his head to the Zhike monk and said: "Master, I have always been curious about Shaolin Temple, please show me around, may I?"

"Of course you can." The Zhike monk said.

With money to open the way, Xia Wuji visited the entire Shaolin Temple except for a few forbidden places, and obtained a lot of words from the accompanying monks, knowing the patrol time and route of the Shaolin Temple.

All in all, the money was well spent.

……

At the same time, in the depths of a bamboo forest, two people were playing chess.

The person on the right is an old monk with a strange appearance. He lowered his eyebrows and nodded, showing compassion, but exuding a dignified aura like a mountain. He was the abbot Xinhu of Shaolin Temple.

The one on the left is a skinny and short old man, but his eyes are piercing and his nose is like an eagle, making people completely forget his short stature, and only feel a kind of incomparable authority and courage.

In the whole world, apart from this Bai Xiaosheng, there are probably very few people who can sit and play chess with the head of Shaolin Xinhu.

A sunspot fell from the heart lake: "As far as the old monk knows, that ghost-faced boy should be near Songshan Mountain in the next few days."

Bai Xiaosheng twisted Baizi to think, and said lightly: "This person is really great, he will stir up the situation as soon as he comes out of the rivers and lakes. His martial arts are unpredictable, and he has also established the Tianxin Association. This power grows like a snowball. It doesn't take many days. I'm afraid I don’t know what the abbot’s plan is if he won’t lose to first-rate forces.”

After finishing speaking, he dropped his breath and glanced at the old friend in front of him again.

Shaolin Temple is the Big Dipper of Wulin Taishan Mountain. The rise of Tianxinhui will naturally threaten the status of Shaolin.

Xinhu chuckled: "People in the world, the law has no definite law, and then they know that it is not the law. The world's affairs are still unfinished, so why not let it go"

Bai Xiaosheng chuckled and said, "The abbot is full of meditation skills, the old man admires him."

Xinhu said: "Every time the ghost-faced boy does things, he has a purpose. In Shaolin Temple, only 72 stunts and Mr. can attract him. Be careful, sir, and don't be taken away by the ghost-faced boy without knowing it. gone."

Bai Xiaosheng smiled and said: "Haha, don't worry, master, although the old man Bai Xiaosheng is not famous for his martial arts. Fortunately, he also has some self-protection skills. No matter how powerful that ghost-faced boy is, can he still use only one move and half a move? Just capture me?"

If the ghost-faced boy really came for him, he only needs to shout, Shaolin masters can surround the ghost-faced boy, there is no need to worry at all.

Of course, the premise is that he can block one and a half moves and wait for Shaolin masters to come to the rescue.

Master Xinhu smiled slightly: "The old monk is worrying too much."

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(End of this chapter)