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Chapter 34
Jue Yuan nodded slightly, and suddenly asked: "Have you practiced martial arts?"

Li Chongjiu said: "I have laid a little foundation."

"Have you killed someone?"

Li Chongjiu nodded, and said calmly: "I was born as a bandit, and I have killed several officers and soldiers."

Jue Yuan smiled, and said: "Very well, you didn't hide it from me. Although your clothes are neat and tidy, you can't hide the smell of blood."

Li Chongjiu looked at the clothes on his body and said with a smile: "My animal clothes were bought by hunters, and it may be contaminated with animal blood."

Jue Yuan waved his hand and said, "The smell of animal blood is definitely different from that of human blood, but you don't know it."

Li Chongjiu was a little surprised at the moment, he felt that he was almost 80 years old, and he was still seeing and hearing, which is really rare.

Speaking of this, Jueyuan sat back on his original seat, and slowly said: "Since you are so honest and you have come thousands of miles away, I can't save your face. The patient is not in front of you, so let's talk about the illness, and you won't be hurt." Knowing that I am so old, how much of my medical skills can I still remember?"

Li Chongjiu nodded, and immediately took Li Hu's illness written by Miracle Doctor Xue out of his arms, and handed it to Lao Toutuo.

After the old Toutuo took the 'medical record', he read it carefully.

Li Chongjiu looked at Jueyuan's expression with concern.Seeing Jueyuan staring at the medical record for a long time, his brows furrowed and then relaxed, which made Li Chongjiu quite worried.

After a long time, the old Toutuo looked at Li Chongjiu and said, "My disciple is a famous doctor, but he still can't cure your father's illness. To be honest, this illness is difficult."

Li Chongjiu heard this, nodded his head and said: "If Toutuo can't help it, there will be no one in this world who can heal my father. Forget it."

Seeing Li Chongjiu's words, the old Toutuo was not very sentimental, so he couldn't help but asked with a smile in surprise: "Then you came thousands of miles away, and the search was fruitless, isn't it futile?"

Li Chongjiu shook his head and said: "How can it be futile, life and death are fate, I can't force it, I just do my best."

Old Toutuo nodded approvingly, and said: "That's right, that's right, but I didn't say that your father's illness is hopeless, it's just that it's more difficult."

"Give me a few days to deliberate on the prescription. You don't have to rush to leave. Stay at the foot of the mountain for now. When the prescription is written, you can take it to save your father."

Li Chongjiu bowed down with great joy at the moment, and said: "Thank you Toutuo for saving me, I will remember my great kindness in my heart."

Jue Yuan cracked his mouth and laughed, and said: "Don't thank me, but you have to thank yourself for your filial piety. Nowadays, there are not many people who can fulfill filial piety like you. If you can help, help them, hurry up Rise up, for a man has gold under his knees."

Seeing You Jueyuan's words, Li Chongjiu let go of his worries and descended from Shaoshi Mountain.My mind is over, thinking that Shaolin Temple seems to be a holy place for martial arts in later generations, but Li Chongjiu was very interested and observed it all the way.

It's just that the monks I saw along the way were all ordinary, no different from what I saw in ordinary temples. There were no potholes for practicing martial arts; there were no monks practicing martial arts with sticks, and there were no monks walking up and down like flying with two buckets of water. .In the temple, several monks were hunched over and holding brooms, sweeping the floor meticulously.

Most of the monks sweeping the floor were elderly monks. Li Chongjiu was scared when he saw these old-fashioned monks and did not dare to neglect them.

The little novice who saw him off smiled and said, "You layman, why are you walking so carefully?"

Li Chongjiu smiled, and immediately asked a question: "Excuse me, I don't know where the Buddhist scriptures are located in your temple?"

The little novice was stunned, and said: "There is no scripture storage pavilion in our temple."

Li Chongjiu was stunned for a moment, and then asked again: "There is no Buddhist scripture pavilion, is there no place for Buddhist scriptures in your temple?"

The little novice smiled innocently, and said: "This layman, the Buddhist scriptures are just a few books, and there are only a hundred books in our temple. All senior uncles and brothers carry them with you, why bother to find an attic."

Li Chongjiu was in an uproar at the moment, and asked again: "Then the eminent monks in your monastery don't write books? For example, Patriarch Bodhidharma..."

Speaking of this, Li Chongjiu was startled. He suddenly thought that Bodhidharma had said something, pointing directly at people's hearts, becoming a Buddha by seeing one's nature, not writing, and teaching outsiders.This is also the meaning of Zen Buddhism. What we want is to show enlightenment without writing words.

"Well, if there is no Buddhist scripture pavilion, then there must be one in the Bodhidharma Academy!"

"Well, it's okay, Luohan Hall?"

"Well, there is no such thing as Prajna Hall, it's really the case."

Li Chongjiu couldn't help laughing, thinking that it was martial arts novels that killed people.

But then Li Chongjiu thought again, but the story of the thirteen stick monks should be true, but there is no practice of martial arts in this temple, so where did the stick monks come from.

Suddenly Li Chongjiu, for some reason, flashed the shadow of Jueyuan Toutuo in his mind. This old Toutuo seemed to have some skills, but the opponent was old, even if he knew martial arts, he would definitely not be able to fight anymore.Sweeping monk, alas, that's all a lie.

Thinking of this, Li Chongjiu has already left the mountain gate all the way.Under Shaoshi Mountain, there are monks and hired tenants who plant hundreds of acres of vegetable fields, forming a small village here.

Li Chongjiu lived in a dilapidated temple outside the vegetable field.This dilapidated temple was built when the Shaolin Temple was first built.

This is because before Bodhidharma arrived, the monks in Shaolin Temple believed in Theravada Buddhism, which was at odds with Bodhidharma's ideas, so Bodhidharma moved to practice in the stone cave of Wuru Peak. This practice lasted nine years, that is, facing the wall. The allusion of Nine Years Shadow into the Stone.

After that, the monks in Shaolin Temple gradually believed in Bodhidharma and changed to Mahayana.It was only then that Bodhidharma's Buddhism prevailed in Shaolin Temple, which eventually became the ancestral home of Zen.Later, after Zhou Wuzong exterminated Buddhism, many temples at the foot of the mountain were destroyed. When Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty worshiped Buddhism, the temple was rebuilt on the mountain, and only half of the temple at the foot of the mountain remained.

Li Chongjiu is a person who can live anywhere, and he doesn't mind the shabby living place. After tidying up a bit, he swept away the dust and cobwebs, and went to the farmer's house to beg for a few large bundles of dry straw, which he used as his temporary residence.

After settling down, Li Chongjiu went to the village to buy a fat chicken, half a bucket of rice, a large bunch of bacon, and a jug of turbid wine, and went back to the village to dispose of it.Li Chongjiu killed the chicken, cut the meat, and simmered the turbid wine. Immediately, there was a burst of fragrance in the temple, and immediately attracted several poor people who were not engaged in production in the village to settle down.Li Chongjiu was also forthright, and invited him to have a drink with him.

There is no sun and moon in the mountains, listening to the melodious ringing of the bell on Shaoshi Mountain, there is heavy snow outside the eaves.Inside the house, the aroma of wine and meat is steaming, and the chicken and yellow rice are stewed randomly, which is also fragrant. At this time, the old man has the wit of chicken and millet.

Facing the bonfire, Li Chongjiu was wrapped in a leather jacket, chatting with a few shabby residents under the snow scene.

So for several days, Li Chongjiu lived in the ruined temple, while waiting for the news from Jueyuan Toutuo in the mountains, while chatting with a few poor settlers, being dragged by these poor settlers, and gradually getting to know each other in the village. mature.

The farmers here are simple and hospitable, and Li Chongjiu is good at receiving people and being generous. He immediately met many village ladies and ladies, and even went to the village chief's house for dinner.Although there is no friendship, it can be considered acquaintance.

That night, Li Chongjiu was resting in the ruined temple when he suddenly heard the sound of wheels rolling outside the ruined temple.

Hearing this voice, Li Chongjiu sat up suddenly, secretly wondering who was driving in the middle of the night, isn't it too dangerous to drive?
The ruined temple where he was located was half a mile away from the vegetable field and the village, and it happened to be on the only way to go up and down the mountain, so the carriage must have come for him.

Li Chongjiu suddenly thought of it, turned over, copied the short knife under the pillow to his waist, and grabbed his two stone bows and three stone bows from his hand, and walked to the window in front of the temple with half a pot of arrows on his back to be vigilant. to observe.In the dark night, a carriage bumped up the mountain along the mountain road, and two wind lanterns were lit on the carriage.

A coachman was whipping his horsewhip vigorously and driving the carriage up the hill. Not far from the carriage, there were four or five clusters of torches. Judging from the speed at which the torches advanced and the sound of horseshoes clearly audible, it should be a pursuit cavalry.

Seeing that the target was not him, Li Chongjiu felt relieved at the moment. As for who was being chased in the carriage, he didn't think it mattered. Right now, the most important thing for him is to be careful to hide his whereabouts.

Just when Li Chongjiu made up his mind and watched silently, a sudden change occurred. The carriage was driving unsteadily on the mountain road, and suddenly the wheels of the carriage hit the rocks suddenly, and the entire carriage fell to the ground and dragged.

Li Chongjiu secretly thought that these people were lucky, if they were not careful, they would fall into the mountain stream if the carriage tilted.But at this time Li Chongjiu secretly said that it was not good, and three people came out of the carriage.One of the three was a woman, the other two were dressed as a servant girl, and the other was a man with a knife. The three of them, together with the coachman, ran to their own temple to escape.

Li Chongjiu cursed secretly, but the riders behind him were even more happy when they saw this, only one person shouted that he couldn't run away, and the hoofbeats became more urgent.

The complexions of these people changed dramatically, the woman in the middle seemed to be weak and unable to move fast, she needed help from others.The servant girl and the man with the knife supported each other, while the coachman ignored them, seeing the pursuers catch up with them, he threw them away and ran towards the edge of the field.

But at this moment, there was only a bang, and the coachman screamed. It turned out that there was an arrow feather nailed to his back, and he rolled directly to the ground.

Seeing this, the man with the knife shouted in grief and anger: "The thief is coming, the thief is coming, everyone help!"

Rogue!

Li Chongjiu frowned. In the past few days in the village, he also inquired some news, saying that the mountain was not peaceful, and there seemed to be a group of thieves from Henan who came from Henan to haunt Chongyang County.

I heard that these thieves were all homeless people who had flooded the Yellow River. They gathered together and ate food as they crossed the border. Afterwards, many people got blood on their hands and turned into mob thieves. They even dared to attack the government's county town to rob grain.

Now these thieves are like locusts, crossing the border. Could it be that their target this time is Shaolin Temple.

When thinking of this, those thieves on horseback swung their knives and slashed at the running woman.

(End of this chapter)