scourge the qing dynasty

Chapter 35 Putian Shaolin
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"Bang! Bang! Bang bang! Bang bang bang bang—!"

After knocking on the door for a long time with all his strength, Fatty Lu was so anxious that he almost yelled, "Open the door for me, dog and donkey"—but considering that this temple is called Shaolin Temple, Fatty Lu finally swallowed it down. out of breath.It was not until the footsteps and shouts of the pursuers could be heard clearly that the door of Shaolin Temple opened with a creak, and a young monk came out yawning, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, some benefactors knock on the door late at night, what advice do you have?"

"Master, help!" Fatty Lu screamed, pushed the monk with Xiao Erlang behind his back and rushed into the temple, and pulled Shang Wanyi in casually.

"Benefactor, what are you doing?" The monk was taken aback by Fatty Lu's rude behavior, and quickly grabbed Fatty Lu again.

"Master, please do me a favor." Big Fatty Lu begged, "Our husband and wife were chased and killed by bandits, and our servant was also seriously injured. Super Buddha, save the lives of our young couple and servants."

I have to admit that the quality of monks in ancient times was generally high. The Shaolin Temple in the south is a true Buddhist school that has never had any bad deeds or scandals.So although the young monk felt a bit embarrassed, seeing Xiao Erlang covered in blood on Fatty Lu's back, and hearing the approaching footsteps and shouts of pursuers, he gritted his teeth and quickly closed the temple gate , said in a low voice: "Three benefactors, please come with the little monk."

After saying that, the monk immediately stepped forward to lead the way, Fatty Lu thanked him repeatedly, Shang Wanyan quickly twisted the fat place on Fatty Lu's waist, glared at Fatty Lu with a blushing face, and treated Fatty Lu shamelessly The self-proclaimed husband and wife are very dissatisfied.Fatty Lu smiled wryly, leaned close to Shang Wanyi's ear and whispered: "Little Princess, the situation is unclear, please be aggrieved first." Shang Wanyi gave Big Fatty Lu another look, and did not speak.

The young monk led Fatty Lu and the three of them into an incense room in the West Pian Hall, first asked Fatty Lu to put Xiao Erlang down, then lit the lamp and handed it to Fatty Lu to tear open Xiao Erlang's body by himself. The bloody clothes inspected the injury and said quickly: "Benefactor, this benefactor suffered a gunshot wound, and the iron bullet was still buried in his flesh. The injury is quite serious. You must take out the iron bullet before applying the medicine, otherwise your life will be in danger."

"Then please trouble Master, please save him." Fatty Lu said anxiously: "Master, please, please save him quickly, I will definitely repay him."

"You don't have to be polite, it's the responsibility of Shaolin monks to save the dying and heal the wounded." The monk replied: "But this kind of injury can't be saved by the monk, so I will go ask Uncle Zhiheng. He is proficient in medical science and will definitely be a respected servant Heal this wound."

"Thank you, master, thank you very much." Fatty Lu was overjoyed and thanked repeatedly.Just at this time, there was another round of knocking on the door, and the temple door was knocked loudly, and someone shouted fiercely: "Open the door! Open the door! Officers and soldiers are arresting robbers! Dogs and donkeys, open the door for me! "

"Master, you must not listen to those people, we are not bandits." Fatty Lu was anxious, and quickly identified himself.

"Don't worry, the benefactor, I can tell at a glance whether you are bandits or not." The monk smiled and replied, "The two male benefactors are not skilled in martial arts, and this female benefactor is so weak, and there is another benefactor with a gun." Injury, how could it be bandits? The three benefactors don’t need to panic, just wait here patiently, and the monk will send them away.”

After finishing speaking, the monk folded his hands together and left, while Fatty Lu, Monk Wanyi and others waited in the room with fear.Fatty Lu crouched on the crack of the door to peek worriedly, and saw that the monk first entered the backyard of Shaolin Temple, and after a while, a group of monks ran out of the backyard quickly with their sticks in hand. Two old monks One went to the gate, and the other walked directly to this side, and pushed open the door of the fragrant room where Fatty Lu was.

"Three benefactors, don't panic." The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Old Na Zhiheng, who lives in Shaolin Temple as a confidant, just now heard from his master's nephew that one of the three benefactors suffered a gunshot wound and came here to treat him."

"Thank you so much, master." Fatty Lu thanked him frightenedly, and hurriedly led the old monk Zhiheng to Xiao Erlang's side.Master Zhiheng first held the lamp to see Xiao Erlang's injury, nodded, and said: "donor, don't worry, the lead bullet from the musket just hit the bone, and did not hurt the internal organs. You can still be saved. Please benefactor to hold the lamp, this old man is a respected servant." Heal."

After saying that, Master Zhiheng handed the oil lamp to Fatty Lu, untied the medicine bag he brought with him, and took out various healing items from it. He said: "Don't worry, the benefactor, the old monk's senior brother, Abbot Zhitong, has already dispatched those pursuers, and everything will be fine."

"Yes, yes, thank you, master." Fatty Lu nodded, trying to calm down and hold the oil lamp. While watching Master Zhiheng take the ammunition for Xiao Erlang, he listened carefully to the movement in the front yard of Shaolin Temple.

"It's not in your temple? Then why is there blood in front of the door? Don't think that we won't be able to find the blood after wiping the blood on the ground in the temple. Come, let the dogs search!" The fierce voice roared.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, although the Putian Shaolin Temple is only a small temple, it is also a thousand-year-old temple. How can you allow the benefactor to search at will?" said a peaceful voice.

"Not allowed to search? Do you know who I am? Open your dog eyes to see what this is? Have you seen my official defense seal?"

"Amitabha, the original benefactor is General Yang, the general of Chaozhou Prefecture. Disrespect, disrespect."

"It's good to know that I am a general. Now open all the doors in the temple. I will search from room to room."

"Amitabha, please slow down, General Yang. I don't know something. General Yang, you are a general of Chaozhou Prefecture, not a general of Putian Prefecture. What qualifications do you have to search our temples in Putian? General, if you must search, please go to the Putian government to get it Come to the official document, otherwise, the old monk will never allow it."

"Old bald donkey, dare to open a dyeing workshop if you give you three points of color? Let me search! See what these bald donkeys dare to do?"

"Amitabha, since General Yang is so rude, don't blame the old monk for offending me. The monks in Shaolin Temple obey the order and beat out this group of thieves!"

Abbot Zhitong, the abbot of Southern Shaolin who came forward to negotiate with Yang Guotai, is obviously not a good-tempered character—nonsense, in history, in [-] A.D., the Niucha monk who recruited Kang Xiaomazi to burn the Southern Shaolin, how good-tempered he could be ?A few words were wrong, Abbot Zhitong immediately issued an order, and then the front yard of Shaolin Temple began to fight.But after hearing this voice, not only did Fatty Lu not panic, but all his fears and worries were swept away—a monk from the Southern Shaolin Temple stepped forward to block the pursuers for us. Basically, as long as the enemy does not exceed a thousand people, You can sit back and relax.

"Amitabha, good, good." At this time, Master Zhiheng had taken out the bullet and applied the medicine for Xiao Erlang, and bandaged the wound, and put his palms together and said: "Don't worry, my servant's wound has been bandaged. The old monk even applied golden sore medicine on him, and he will recover after a few days of rest."

"Thank you, master." Fatty Lu was overjoyed, and quickly reached into his arms to touch the silver to express his thanks, but after touching it, he realized that he didn't hold any silver at all.

When Fatty Lu hurriedly went to touch Xiao Erlang's purse again, Master Zhiheng clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Don't be polite, the benefactor. It's a trivial matter, and it's not worth mentioning. Besides, the old monk's healing of the servant is not for the money of the benefactor. Three Benefactor, please rest assured, the old monk will leave for the time being, and the old monk will send vegetarian food and tea later."

After finishing speaking, Master Zhiheng saluted with palms together again, turned around and went out, and carefully closed the door of the incense room.Seeing Master Zhiheng being so kind and honest, Fatty Lu, who was used to ugly people these days, couldn't help sighing: "Eminent monk, a real eminent monk, how many such eminent monks are there in the whole world?"

"If this master heard what someone said that day in the Yaowang's Nunnery." Shang Wanyi, who had been sitting by the bed without speaking, suddenly smirked, and said slowly: "Then I believe, everyone in Southern Shaolin Master, let someone know that eminent monks can lose their temper too."

"Little girl, wasn't it because of you that day?" Fatty Lu blushed, and retorted: "If it wasn't for a certain little girl who cried and asked to become a monk that day, would I have told such a joke in the Buddhist hall?"

"I didn't ask you to tell me?" Shang Wanyan gave Fatty Lu a new look, and said in a very flat tone: "That day, if you didn't make trouble on purpose and spoil my temper, maybe I would be in Yaowang's nunnery." Now that Li has become a nun, he doesn't need to be assassinated by his own brother, and he is on the run."

"You know?" Fatty Lu was startled.

"I didn't know at first, but when you said that there was no one in the team protecting me that could be trusted except Li Tianzhi, I understood." Shang Wanyi said lightly: "Li Tianzhi's team is the direct descendant of my eldest brother." Confidant, in order to save me, you asked your people not to trust each of them, can I still not understand that it is Big Brother who wants to kill me?"

"This little girl is actually quite smart, not as stupid as she looks—strange, since this girl is not stupid, why is she so indifferent to the handsome me? Could it be that she is nearsighted?" Fatty Lu wondered, He tentatively asked again: "Little princess, why don't you ask me why your own brother killed you?"

"I'm not that interested." Shang Wanyan's voice was indifferent, and her attitude was as calm as if it had nothing to do with her. She added, "I'm just wondering, besides my elder brother, who else wants to kill me? The one who assassinated me tonight is Two groups of people, apart from wanting to kill me, they are fighting together again, so it shouldn’t be possible that they were all sent by my elder brother, right?”

"If the little princess wants to know, I can tell you." Fatty Lu hesitated for a moment, thinking it would be better to tell Shang Wanyi, so he said in a low voice: "The other group is sent by your second brother Shang Zhixiao. , He killed you and blamed it on your elder brother, and your elder brother also intends to do so, so you have to beware of them in the future, little princess."

"I don't have that interest, let them do whatever they want, just come if you want to kill me." Shang Wanyi replied coldly, turning her pretty face sideways, tears were already glistening in her big clear and intelligent eyes...

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"The bald donkey is powerful, brothers, withdraw!"

At the same time, in the front yard of Southern Shaolin, the twenty or so soldiers brought by Chaozhou General Yang Guotai had been beaten to the ground by the Southern Shaolin monks, their noses were blue and their faces were swollen—the twenty or so soldiers brought by Yang Guotai The soldiers are indeed carefully selected experts, loyal and murderous, but the problem is that they encountered more than 100 Southern Shaolin monks this time!The enemy is numerous and the enemy is few, the enemy is strong and the enemy is weak, how can Yang Guotai get along?In desperation, Yang Guotai could only yell, and escaped from the South Shaolin Temple with the remaining dozen or so masters. As for the remaining seven or eight masters who were beaten by Shaolin monks, they naturally He became a prisoner of Shaolin monks.

"Tie up these people and lock them up in the firewood room to keep them safe." Abbot Zhitong is not stupid either. Although he didn't chase after Yang Guotai and others escaped from the temple, he asked the monks to take the soldiers brought by Yang Guotai Detained and temporarily locked up in the woodshed.

"Brother Abbot, we are Buddhists, so it might not be appropriate to detain soldiers from the Manchu and Qing Dynasties?" Master Zhiheng reminded.

"Brother, if we don't detain these captives, it will be even more inappropriate." Abbot Zhitong said in a deep voice: "These Chaozhou soldiers arrested people more provincially, without showing their official documents, and forcibly searched the temple. We have the captives' confessions in hand. It's our reasoning. But if these people are released like this, then without witnesses, we really can't say anything."

"That's the reason, Brother Fang Zhang has a good opinion." Master Zhiheng said with admiration.

"I can't help it either, saying that there are still so many people living in our temple..." Abbot Zhitong wanted to explain, but he forcibly stopped the words, and ordered: "Junior brother, you ask the monk Zhike to give the three benefactors Send some fast food and tea, and then invite the fat benefactor who is the head of them, I have to ask carefully about the reasons behind this matter."

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Let’s not talk about how Fatty Lu negotiated with the brave Southern Shaolin monks, just talk about how Yang Guotai and his party fled down Jiulian Mountain where the Putian Shaolin Temple is located. After taking a few breaths, Fu Honglie brought ten experts from the Dingnan Palace to search along the road. As soon as they met, Fu Honglie frowned and asked, "General Yang, what's going on? Why haven't you caught Fatty Lu yet?" Monk Wanyi, why are you still covered in cuts and bruises?"

"My lord, you can't blame the last general." Yang Guotai yelled bitterly, and roughly told the whole process of chasing and killing the fat monk Lu Wanyi, and then said: "The gang of bald donkeys on the mountain are really powerful. With martial arts skills and more than 100 people, the general will bring too few people, so we really can't beat them!"

"Then you won't say that the government is arresting the robbers and let those bald donkeys hand over Fatty Lu?" Fu Honglie continued to ask with a frown.

"I said it." Yang Guotai shouted his grievances, and explained: "The final general not only said it, but also showed the official defense seal. As a result, the gang of bald donkeys not only refused to listen, but also fought with us and arrested seven or eight of our brothers. ...."

"What?!" Before Yang Guotai finished speaking, Fu Honglie's handsome face turned pale, and then he raised his hand and slapped Yang Guotai hard on the face, growling: "You are a fucking pig!" Huh? Why are you so stupid? Show the official seal letter to the bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple, let them know that we are Chaozhou officers and soldiers, and forget it! How the hell are you still in the hands of the bald donkeys? You Do you think this is Chaozhou, and it is on our territory? If the Putian government knows that we have come to Fujian to arrest people and kill people, how will the master explain to Geng Jimao and the court? How can we explain to Geng Jimao and the court?"

"Oops!" Yang Guotai also turned pale, and screamed: "This is Geng Jimao's territory, how could I forget this?!"

"Damn it! You really screwed up my master this time!" Fu Honglie was furious, kicked Yang Guotai in the stomach again, kicked Yang Guotai to the ground, and roared: "You are afraid of the virtue of the master!" I don't know, for her own sake, she can throw us out at any time as a scapegoat, to vent her anger on these old things like Geng Jimao and Shang Kexi! This time, you not only cheated the master, but also cheated us!"

"My lord, the last general really caused a big disaster this time." Yang Guotai clutched his stomach and screamed, "We have to find a way to save it, at least we have to rescue the brother who was captured by the bald donkeys, Or kill them all, and don't leave witnesses for them!"

"Fuck you, there are 120 monks and bald donkeys in Putian Shaolin Temple, and countless lay disciples, all of whom are highly skilled in martial arts. How can we save people like us?" On Yang Guotai.

"My lord, then... what should I do then?" Yang Guotai asked tremblingly.

"Damn, you are the one who caused the disaster, why are you here to ask me?" Fu Honglie cursed again, trying to calm himself down and figure out a countermeasure.After thinking quickly for a moment, Fu Honglie said again: "Get up, tell me all about how you negotiated with those bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple, and don't miss anything!"

"Yes, yes." Yang Guotai repeatedly agreed, got up and tried to recall everything, and told the process of negotiating with Shaolin monks in detail.

"So, you didn't say why we chased and killed Fatty Lu? You didn't say why we went so far as to arrest people?" Fu Honglie asked.Seeing Yang Guotai nodding his head quickly, Fu Honglie breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a sinister smile, "It's fine if you don't say anything, as long as you don't make it clear, there is still room for redemption."

"My lord, what should we do?" Yang Guotai asked in surprise.

Fu Honglie didn't answer, and asked someone to fetch a rope, threw it to Yang Guotai and said, "Tie yourself up, there's no way, this time I have to pretend to be Fu Qingtian again, and I have to detain you, a lawless general." I went to Shaolin Temple to plead guilty."

(End of this chapter)