Building the Strongest Shaolin Temple in Another World

Building the Strongest Shaolin Temple in Another World Chapter 78

In September, the leaves that should be red are red, those that should be yellow are yellow, and those that should be green are still green, rendering the mountains and forests into colorful pictures.

Shaolin's morning is always full of life, the bells are melodious, the sound of chanting sounds like the sound of nature from a distance, attracting people's footsteps to move up the mountain unconsciously.

Huo Yuanzhen came out of the courtyard after watching the monks practice martial arts at Arhat Hall and took a slow walk in the temple.

The pilgrims who come to Shaolin to offer incense now gradually understand what to do. Seeing that Huo Yuanzhen is not as crazy as before, but respectfully saluted to show respect for the eminent monk.

This is the effect Huo Yuanzhen asked for, at least it can help him live in peace.

Several slender and beautiful silhouettes walked up the mountain and quickened their pace after seeing Huo Yuanzhen.

It was Ning Wanjun, Lin Yi, and Ning Wanjun's maid, Xiao Cui.

"Abbot".

Several girls bowed their heads as a salute, and Huo Yuanzhen also returned the salute.

"The three benefactresses came very early today".

"Yeah, it's so boring for us to stay at the inn at the bottom of the mountain. We can only play chess, but I can't play it. I can only watch the two of them play, Miss and Lin Yixiao, but they play chess.

" After a long time, both of them feel tired."

Xiao Cui is outspoken and speaks like a machine gun.

Huo Yuanzhen said with a smile: "This is simple, this poor monk will make you a deck of playing cards in a while, and the three of you can fight the landlord."

"Fighting the landlords? We don't farm, so why should we fight the landlords? Besides, the landlords are also ordinary people, are they worth our shot? And what are poker cards?"

Ning Wanjun also looked at Huo Yuanzhen strangely, and wanted to know what playing cards were and why they were fighting the landlord.

Huo Yuanzhen looked at the other three women, and casually said the way of fighting the landlord. Now that Xiaocui asked, he had to explain to Brace Oneself: "Poker is a kind of entertainment. Landlords are a way of playing cards, and it’s a good way to relax and relieve boredom.”

"It's a play thing, is it for gambling? If I gamble, I still won't learn"

This time it was Lin Yi who asked, the little nun is as pure as water , When it comes to gambling, it feels very sinful.

"Of course it's not gambling. The loser can draw turtles on their faces, stickers or anything."

Huo Yuanzhen said, thinking that the faces of several girls were painted with turtles, especially Ning Wanjun, who lifted the white veil, and there were a few small turtles painted on the delicate face of exquisite beauty, What an interesting picture.

While speaking, a voice suddenly came.

"As an abbot, I don't think about cultivation, but laughing at benefactress here is just insulting Buddhism, and I don't know how Mingxuan taught you!".

The voice is loud and imposing, but it's not pleasant to hear Huo Yuanzhen's ears. Where is the big clove of garlic, who is it to educate here? And who is Mingxuan you're talking about? This poor monk has never heard of it.

These words are not only uncomfortable for Huo Yuanzhen, but also for Ning Wanjun and the others. They are all innocent daughters, who can stand such words.

A few people turned their heads and saw two monks standing behind them, wearing earth-yellow robes. They looked like they were in their fifties.

The other was in his twenties, with a proud face. He was probably the Disciple of an old monk. He was carrying a burden. He was not tall but looked like the fox which exploits the tiger's might.

Huo Yuanzhen suddenly became alert. He seemed to have heard of Mingxuan mentioned by the old monk, could it be...?

Stepping forward, Huo Yuanzhen opened the mouth and said: "Amitabha, where did the two Masters come from?".

"Shaolin!".

The Little Monk replied from behind, lifting the head slightly and looking at Huo Yuanzhen with contempt.

Xiaocui answered next to her: "You monk is really eloquent, this is Shaolin, this is the abbot of Shaolin, you also said that he came from Shaolin, there is something wrong with his brain, really, abbot, Take them to see the officials, these two swashbuckling guys are not good people."

"Xiao Cui, don't talk nonsense, let's go to the Buddha".

Ning Wanjun stopped Xiaocui, and then said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Since the abbot has guests, the little girls will not disturb them. I hope one day the abbot can teach me a few people to fight the landlord. Law".

"Amitabha, Miss Ning will take care of it, let alone fight the landlord, play mahjong this poor monk will be."

Several people didn't understand what Huo Yuanzhen said about playing mahjong, so one after another said goodbye and left.

When Xiao Cui was walking, she glared fiercely beside the two monks, made a small fist like a demonstration, and then left arrogantly, almost ignoring the two monks' noses Crooked.

"Master, look, look! What has this become? An abbot, who is not clear with these women, even dared to threaten us with his breath out of one nostril. It's outrageous to have the slightest bit of our Shaolin tradition, Amitabha, I feel ashamed for him."

The Great Buddhist Monk was also ugly complexion, but it was not easy to have an affair with Xiao Cui. After a few women walked away, he said to Huo Yuanzhen in a cold voice: "Your name is Yi Jie?".

"Yes, this poor monk Yi Jie".

"Listen clearly, this poor monk is Nan Shaolin Mingxin, the head of the Discipline Academy, and is your Eldest Uncle-Master in terms of seniority, this is my eldest apprentice, it is called Yi Yin, it is your Eldest Senior Brother, you haven't come to meet your uncle yet."

Huo Yuanzhen looked at the monk Mingxin, opened the mouth and said: "sorry, this poor monk doesn't know the origins of the two of you, and never knew what kind of master I have, that... Huiming, come here, these two Masters may be hungry. After coming to Shaolin, their thinking is a little unclear. Go and see if there are any leftovers in the kitchen. Bring two plates of leftovers and put them here for the two Masters to eat. Bar".

"Yes, Abbot".

Hui Ming promised to go find the leftovers, and the two monks over there were already mad at the bullfight.

"Yi Jie! You are so brave, you dare to eat leftovers for us, and you have to eat here, what is there? There is not even a table, how to eat? Put it on the ground to eat? ? You feed the dog!".

"Shut up!".

Monk Mingxin roared and stopped his Disciple's nonsense. Everyone could hear what Huo Yuanzhen meant. Do you need to explain it so clearly? Shameful enough, isn't it?

Being scolded by Mingxin, because the monk didn't dare to say more, he hurriedly shut his mouth.

“Didn’t your Master Mingxuan tell you about his situation?” Mingxin asked Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuanzhen shook his head, he didn't say anything, but he had already guessed it, he was just pretending to be confused. Now everyone's identities are unknown, so hurry up and disgust you first, otherwise I'm afraid I won't have this chance for a while.

"Well, since you don't know, this poor monk doesn't blame you for what happened just now, but I'm going to tell you now why your temple is called Shaolin Temple!".

"Don't worry about this Master, this poor monk will tell you something first, I have never heard who Mingxuan you are talking about, but you say it is my Master, so I think that two If the Master is not starving, then he may be a liar, but he just didn't understand the situation, so he just started talking nonsense, but no matter whether he is a liar or not, as long as he can come to his senses, it is also a merit. This poor monk has more here. two copper plates".

Speaking, Huo Yuanzhen took out two copper plates from his waist.

"This one is the first salary that my Master earned when he went out to do things. At that time, this poor monk was still young. The Master gave this copper plate to this poor monk, saying that he should let this poor monk In the future, we must be diligent and thrifty, and no matter how far Shaolin has developed, we must not be extravagant and wasteful.”

Listening to Huo Yuanzhen's long-winded, Yiyin over there was finally unable to hold back, and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Your head is broken, my Master wants to tell you something, how dare you be long-winded. It's not over...".

"No noise!".

Huo Yuanzhen was suddenly loudly roared, his ears buzzing, speechless for a while.

Even the old monk Mingxin is complexion greatly changed, how can this Yi Jie become the authentic Lion's Roar of Buddhaism? You must know that this kung fu is just beginning to be used by him, and he has not yet mastered what is going on. Who taught him?

The other side was shocked, Huo Yuanzhen continued: "This second copper plate is the first incense money that this poor monk received after he became an abbot, and it is my first income from Shaolin. , is also of great significance. This poor monk has kept these two copper coins for a long time and is not willing to spend it, but the treasure is also a gift. Today, I saw the two Masters with yellow faces and thin skin, and their poverty has reached a state of madness. This poor monk had to reluctantly give up their love. I will give this two treasures to the two Masters, and I hope that the two of you will take the copper plate and leave quickly, wash your hands with gold in the future, and start a new life."

After finishing speaking, Huo Yuanzhen hypocritically came to the two of them, and before the other party had fully recovered from the shock just now, he pulled the hand and put the copper plate into the two of them.

"Amitabha! A great merit!".

With the sound of Huo Yuanzhen's Buddha's horn, Ming Xin woke up.

It's not that he couldn't resist Huo Yuanzhen's Lion's Roar, but he was shocked, because in his memory, Mingxuan's martial arts was not good at all, how could he have this Buddhaism Divine Ability?

But in such a stunned time, the other party put the dirty, even deformed copper plate into his own hands.

And this Yi Jie is also full of benevolence, righteousness and morality. It seems that he is a Buddha who saves suffering and is compassionate. It makes people feel trusting in an instant.

I picked up the copper plate myself, and I actually picked it up!

The old monk trembled with excitement, shame! What a great shame!

This rubbish thing for the beggars, which the beggars don't want, actually ran into his own hands, grandma's, this damn Yi Jie, what is he doing with these rubbish on his body!