Hang up from apprentice Li Mochou

Chapter 160 I was supposed to serve you when my lower body was dirty (please subscribe)
Three days later.

On the mountain road twenty or thirty miles away from Shaoshi Mountain, there was a carriage, driving slowly and bumpyly on the uneven road.

A peasant woman was driving a carriage on the front shaft. At this time, she said to the carriage behind her: "Master, this road is bumpy. Can you go slower?"

"That's it, we can't be too slow, we have to get to Shaoshi Mountain as soon as possible before the sun sets." A clear man's voice came from the carriage.

The middle-aged woman responded respectfully: "Yes!"

The carriage was running on the snow-covered road. Lu Nianchou was sitting in the carriage with a thick blanket beside him. Cheng Ying was half leaning on his arms, moving forward amid the bumps.

"Nianchou, don't worry too much, I'm fine." Cheng Ying had woken up from a coma two days ago.

It's just that she can't move her hands and feet, but she can eat and drink just fine. Lu Nianchou personally feeds her water and food every day. Although it's a bit intimate, the two of them are husband and wife. Cheng Ying is a little shy, but she also feels happy.

Especially this time, her childhood sweetheart's fiancé was very cautious in everything she did. Not only was she thoughtful about what she ate and drank, but he also tasted it himself to confirm the temperature and taste before feeding her.

Such attentive service is really rare in the world. It is almost unheard of that a man can be so considerate to his wife.

Cheng Ying had been living with others since she was a child, and had been wandering outside for many years. At this time, the muscles and bones of her hands and feet were broken, and she was in unbearable pain every day. However, being cared for by Lu Nianchou like this made her feel sweet and completely forget about the pain in her body.

Just eating and drinking water is enough, but if people eat whole grains, they will inevitably have some filth every day.

When Cheng Ying first woke up, how could he speak out when faced with such a thing?
She held it in for a long time, her face turned red, her body even trembled slightly, and she almost cried.

No matter how Lu Nianchou asked, she couldn't speak.

In the end, her lower body was actually dirty. Cheng Ying felt so ashamed and angry that she fainted on the spot.

When she woke up, she felt ashamed to face Lu Nianchou and wished she could just die.

Lu Nianchou knew that the girl was thin-skinned and had made a fool of herself in front of him, so she couldn't hold her head up. At this time, she could only console her: "Jingshu, you and I have an engagement, and we will grow old together in the future. "

"When we get older, I might ask you to take care of our food, clothing, housing and transportation. Will you still dislike me?"

Hearing this, Cheng Ying's original feeling of shame and anger improved a little, but she still felt ashamed to see others, so she whispered: "How can it be the same? You are a man, and I should serve you."

"Now not only do I need you to take care of me, but also...but also..."

She couldn't talk anymore, especially when she thought about the unbearable things she would have to experience in the future, she felt so sad that she didn't know what to do.

Lu Nianchou gently held her in his arms, let her lean on his chest, and said softly: "You risked your life to save me that day. You are not even afraid of death anymore. Why are you so indifferent now?"

"In a few days, when we get to Shaolin Temple, I will be able to find a way to cure you."

"It's just a matter of these few days. Just be patient for a while, okay?"

Needless to say what happened next, except when she was a baby in the arms of her parents, Cheng Ying had never encountered such a situation.

I never expected that at such a big age, I would be held and cleaned by a man.

All the shyness, embarrassment, and even filthiness in it made her wish she could die just by thinking about it.

For this reason, she would not even drink an extra sip of water or eat an extra sip of rice on weekdays, so she only took Jiuhua Yulu Pills to hold on.

Lu Nianchou was helpless, but he couldn't persuade her. He could only ask the driver to rush to the Shaolin Temple as quickly as possible.

When he traveled, he was empty-handed and didn't bring any property with him. They were just a young man and a woman. There were always some bandits and thieves who wanted to rob Cheng Ying on the road. They even wanted to kidnap Cheng Ying because of her beauty.

Naturally, Lu Nianchou would not show mercy. He killed everyone he encountered and also plundered some property.

In the meantime, there was also the young master of our family who fell in love with Cheng Ying and wanted to spend money to buy her.

Lu Nianchou gave him a hard lesson, took away his belongings and the carriage, and asked Cheng Ying to get into the carriage, and then he calmed down a bit.

The woman who drove the carriage was also a poor person. The young and old in the family offended the Mongolian officers and were bullied to death.

She sold herself to beg for a coffin. Lu Nianchou looked pitiful and needed help driving the car, cooking, and doing some chores, so he spent money to buy a coffin for her and bury her family.

This was the first time he traveled without the company of his elders. Although it was only a few days, he saw a lot of the desolation and cruelty of this world.

Those Jianghu people with martial arts are still able to run rampant in this troubled world, but ordinary people are worse than ants, hanging on just to survive.

Lu Nianchou couldn't help but be silent when he remembered that he had promised to use the sword in his hand to set the rules for the world's martial arts.

No matter how fast the sword in his hand is, how many people can he kill?
No matter how great his Qinggong was, how many miles could he run in a day?

The world is so vast, there are so many evil people, and there are countless people who oppress good people. The princes of the Great Song Dynasty are just fighting for power and profit. The Mongolian cavalry conquers all directions and unifies the world. It is the general trend.

Just Lu Nianchou, what does he mean in this chaotic world?
Even Guo Jing, who was extremely skilled in martial arts, would eventually die under Xiangyang City.

Even if Yang Guo killed the Mongol emperor among thousands of troops, it only delayed the change of the world.

But how can an ordinary person reverse the rolling trend of the dynasty's revolution?

Prosperity, people suffer; death, people suffer!
Whether it was the Song Dynasty or Mongolia, in the eyes of the authorities, the people were just livestock to be plundered and exploited.

Only those scholar-bureaucrats and nobles can be regarded as human beings; as for those mud-legged people, they are not worthy of being compared with them.

The hierarchy of the aristocratic families and the strict rules of power make it difficult for the people in this world to breathe.

Lu Nianchou and Cheng Ying walked forward, but their hearts became colder and colder. In the world of martial arts, it is not only the love between children and children, but also the unrivaled martial arts.

Compared with those who only know how to compete for martial arts secrets and discuss swordsmanship in Huashan, only those like Guo Jing who can serve the country and the people can be called great heroes.

But even Guo Jing and Huang Rong have their limitations after all. They only know how to resist the Mongols and protect the Han family.

But I have never thought about the countless people who are living on their last breath and struggling for food, clothing and survival.

Huang Rong and Guo Fu were well-dressed and well-fed, wearing gold and jade, and the Heroes Conference was a grand spectacle, but they didn’t know if there were any bones of people who had died of starvation in Xiangyang City!

Lu Nianchou was not a saint. He just saw the cruel world and faced the people who were worse than animals.

"If you are poor, you can be good for yourself. If you are rich, you can help the world. Now that I have gradually mastered martial arts, when this matter is over, it is time to do something good and do my part for the world."

He has never told anyone about his thoughts like this, but when facing Cheng Ying, he can't help but talk about his ambitions and sighs about the world.

Cheng Ying always listened silently. She had traveled north and south with Huang Yaoshi over the years, and her horizons were broader than most people's.

She was an orphan, and she became more and more sympathetic to the cruelty of this world.

It's just that she is just a little girl and doesn't have such a big mind. After hearing Lu Nianchou's ambition, she somehow thought of the sentence, "Suddenly seeing the color of the willows on the street, she regretted asking her husband to look for a title."

Cheng Ying was silent for a long time and then said to Lu Nianchou: "I'm just afraid that you can be safe and happy in your life. As for the rest, I will listen to you."

When Lu Nianchou heard this, he seemed to be touched by the softest part of his heart. Looking at the woman who was tightly leaning on him in his arms, he suddenly felt indescribably complicated.

After all, there is Li Mochou in the ancient tomb.

Thinking of this, he was silent for a moment, just feeling the soft breathing of the woman in his arms, just like her, soft, neither fighting nor grabbing, which was heartbreaking.

An hour later, the carriage stopped. The woman named Qiaoniang, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, lifted the door curtain. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind floated in with snow particles, and said: "Master, Shaoshi Mountain has arrived. Today, on the carriage The mountain road is likely to fall into a ravine.”

Her meaning was obvious, she just couldn't get up.

Lu Nianchou took a look and found that this was indeed the case, so he was not embarrassed. He gently held Cheng Ying in his arms, let the girl wrap her arms around his neck, and turned over to get out of the car.

"You go and stay at a farmhouse at the foot of Hushan Mountain. When we finish our work, we will come down the mountain to find you."

"I understand, young master." Qiao Niang agreed, quickly got on the car's shaft, shouted, and drove towards the farmhouse not far away.

Mountain roads are not easy to walk, especially after snowfall, which covers up some pits. Ordinary people will fall off the cliff if they are not careful on such mountain roads.Lu Nianchou held Cheng Ying in his arms and had Qinggong skills. He walked on the snow along the way at an extremely fast speed and arrived in front of the Shaolin Temple in a short time.

He went straight up the steps, which were built uphill against the mountain shape. Although they were not high, they were still some distance away.

When he arrived at the steps, he saw that the gate of the Shaolin Temple was closed. There were fallen leaves and snow in front of the door. It was obvious that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

Lu Nianchou shook his head inwardly. The behavior of the Shaolin Temple was simply pretentious. There were obviously monks in the temple, but they acted like they were alone in front of the door and did not interact with the outside world.

He didn't waste much time, just stepped forward to knock on the door, and the crisp sound of the door knocker echoed in the forest.

Not long after, the side door of the Shaolin Temple opened with a creak, and a little novice monk showed his head from the crack of the door. He clasped his palms together and apologized: "Donor, the Shaolin Temple has been closed for many years. If you want to burn incense and worship Buddha, please go elsewhere." Bar!"

Lu Nianchou took out the letter left by Huang Yaoshi, handed it over and said, "Young master, I am here specifically to pay a visit to Zen Master Tianming."

"My teacher has an old relationship with Zen Master Tianming. During this trip, I wrote a special letter and sent it to the Zen Master. I hope that the young master can convey it on his behalf."

The little novice monk took the letter, looked at him and Cheng Ying carefully, and said, "Donor, please wait a moment."

Then he closed the door with a creak and disappeared.

Cheng Ying also came to this Buddhist holy land for the first time. Shaolin Temple's Ming Dynasty had been widely spread a long time ago, and he was even the leader of a major martial arts sect in the Central Plains decades ago.

The abbot of Shaolin could give orders to all the martial arts heroes in the Central Plains, but he didn't expect that he would be so helpless today.

"Nianchou, why do you think Shaolin Temple closed the mountain?" Cheng Ying asked with some confusion.

Lu Nianchou naturally knew that the Shaolin Temple had suffered unimaginable damage due to the Huo Gong Tutu incident, so it had to announce the closure of the mountain.

But at this time, it was naturally inconvenient to speak in front of the Shaolin Gate. He just chuckled and said, "Every family has its own sutras that are difficult to recite. Maybe they also have their own difficulties!"

After a while, with a creak, the side door of the Shaolin Temple opened again, and the young monk ran out and said in a respectful tone: "Two donors, the abbot invites you."

Lu Nianchou thanked him and followed the young monk in. He lit incense in the main hall, then sat down in the side hall and served tea.

At this time, Zen Master Tianming was already waiting in the hall. He was not very old and looked to be in his 40s. Unexpectedly, he had become the abbot at such a young age.

Lu Nianchou first apologized, "I have met the Zen master, and Lu Nianchou took the liberty to come here to disturb me. I am really guilty. Please forgive me."

Zen Master Tianming waved his hand: "Donors don't need to be polite. In my early years, I also received favors from Lord Huang. Although he didn't take it seriously, it was a great favor to me."

"I have also read his letters. This must be the closed disciple of Island Master Huang, right?"

"Can I check her injuries?"

Lu Nianchou let go of the woman in his arms and said, "I'd like to trouble you, Zen Master."

Cheng Ying couldn't move, and was still held in Lu Nianchou's arms. Although she had gotten used to it in the past few days, she still couldn't hide her shyness in front of outsiders. Her fair and flawless face was stained with blush, and she lowered her hands slightly and said: " I met the Zen master in Cheng Ying."

Zen Master Tianming nodded, took her pulse, and then checked the wounds on her arms, legs and feet. After checking, his thick eyebrows were furrowed.

"It is indeed the true power of Buddhism, but it is not the martial arts of my Central Plains martial arts. Instead, it is more like the Buddhist martial arts of the Tianzhu lineage in the Western Regions."

"No wonder Island Master Huang asked you to come to Shaolin."

"only……"

He paused for a moment, then sighed and said: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. If it were decades ago, our Shaolin Temple could naturally cut off Miss Cheng's hair and wash her marrow to drive away the alien energy."

"It's just that the teachers from the previous generation of my Shaolin Temple are either in seclusion, traveling, or missing. In this huge temple, only me and other useless people are left to guard them."

"Although I practice pure Yang internal energy in Buddhism, my own skills are not enough to heal Miss Cheng. I'm really sorry."

When Lu Nianchou heard this, he was not surprised. Even if there were eminent monks in the Shaolin Temple to heal Cheng Ying, they would not easily deplete their own energy. This scene had already been expected by him.

He pretended to look ugly and didn't speak for a long time.

Cheng Ying didn't know what happened, let alone his plans. Seeing this scene, although he felt a little sad, he forced a smile, but comforted Lu Nianchou and said: "Nianchou, I'm fine, I can always think about it in the future. It will get better gradually."

"Let's not embarrass the abbot. The Shaolin Temple is closed. It is an exception to let us in."

"Let's leave!"

Zen Master Tianming looked ashamed when he heard this. He moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he sighed and said: "Amitabha, sin, sin, I am incompetent, two donors, I'm sorry."

Lu Nianchou was called three times, and then he slowly raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Zen Master, Jingshu is my fiancée. She had her hands and feet broken, and she may never recover from her injuries in her lifetime. "

"Now Island Master Huang is looking for the culprit for her, but I don't know if there will be any results."

"I want to go to your sect's scripture library to copy some scriptures and pray for Jingshu. I wonder if the Zen master will agree?"

"Sutra library?" Zen Master Tianming felt his heart skip a beat when he heard these three words, and he was somewhat suspicious of Lu Nianchou's purpose.

You must know that the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in Shaolin Temple is very famous. I don’t know how many martial arts people want to go to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion to steal martial arts secrets.

Decades ago, there was a peerless master who hid in the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion for more than ten years without being known to anyone. He secretly learned many Shaolin stunts.

In the past, Huo Gong Tou Tuo secretly learned martial arts, which greatly damaged Shaolin's vitality. Now, martial arts in Shaolin Temple has become a taboo for the sect, and even the disciples of the sect have difficulty entering the Sutra Pavilion.

Seeing that he looked wrong, Lu Nianchou quickly continued: "Don't worry, Zen Master, I only need to copy those ordinary scriptures, and I will never trespass into the place where martial arts secret books are collected."

"The Zen master can send someone to follow me and watch me copy the scriptures the whole time."

"As long as I finish copying and pray for Jingshu, I will leave."

After hearing this, Zen Master Tianming felt slightly relieved. If it had been anyone else, even so, he would have refused without hesitation.

But firstly, he did owe Huang Yaoshi a favor, and secondly, Huang Yaoshi was acting perversely and unruly.

It was enough that he refused to treat Cheng Ying's injuries. It would be a bit too much if he was not allowed to even copy a few ordinary scriptures to pray for blessings.

If he really angered that person, it would be worse for the current Shaolin Temple.

Zen Master Tianming thought for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "In that case, I allow you two to copy scriptures here."

"However, it is not convenient for female guests to stay in the Shaolin Temple. Now it is closed. You two can enter the library from now on."

"Until tomorrow morning, no matter how much I copy, I have to leave the temple and go down the mountain."

The old monk's requirements were really harsh, and Lu Nianchou was slightly dissatisfied, but if it weren't for Huang Yaoshi's sake, he might not even be able to enter the Shaolin Temple.

At this time, I couldn't force him, I could only stand up and salute: "Thank you very much, Zen Master."

After both parties finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became more harmonious.

After Lu Nianchou thanked him, he returned to his seat, took a sip of tea, and said, "I also asked the Zen Master to help prepare some pens, ink and paper. Of course, I met a lot of thieves on the road and got some ill-gotten gains."

"These are all offered to the Buddha and treated as incense money."

Zen Master Tianming was drinking tea. He quickly put down the cup and smiled: "Thank you very much, donor. As for the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, it's just a small matter. I will send it to you later."

The two chatted for a while, talking about Huang Yaoshi's past, and then Zen Master Tianming left on the pretext of having something to do.

At this time, a young novice monk came with pen, ink, paper and inkstone to lead them to the Sutra Pavilion.

Lu Nianchou was not worried and left Cheng Ying alone. He still held her in his arms and walked towards the Scripture Depository Pavilion together.

(End of this chapter)