These monks know what kind of kung fu one finger zen is. This is the true story of Shaolin's unique skill. Even if someone practices martial arts all his life, he may not be able to practice one finger zen. The old monk doesn't have this ability. Although both the north and South Shaolin worship one finger zen, few of them can practice it. Therefore, they are very worried about those who can hurt the younger generation with one finger zen.

It's just that Fang Qi wants to find out what demon moths are going to be made in Hongfu temple. It's better to go up the mountain and ask.

Hongfu temple is located on the top of Dama mountain, hidden among green trees. It is not small. There are at least three main halls and countless monk houses.

Into the Hongfu temple, straight into the third rear hall, which is a Zen hall. The old monk asked them to sit down. A young monk brought tea. The old monk put down his Zen stick and said to himself, "in a busy and noisy place, it's hard to settle down, so I went to Futian for March. I heard that it's not peaceful recently when I came back. This is why the Dharma protector and the female Bodhisattva came? "

Fang Qi took a sip of tea and said, "you're smart. Do you know why it's not peaceful?" Xin said that the old monk would shirk his responsibility. When something happened, he said he had been out for three months. But he has something to do with Buddhism. If his master is here, he wants to meet him and have a good chat.

After contacting several groups of monks, Fang Qicai felt that old Douzi's master and apprentice really have two skills. People die more than people and goods have to be thrown away. Look at his apprentice. He has money and wants to steal his money. However, the evil monk with wart on his face just wants to fight. What's the age, and he always starts to fight? You have the ability to cheat the money in my pocket.

Lao he was slightly embarrassed. "It's the poor monk's neglect of discipline. Wu Hong collided with the Dharma protector and committed a crime."

Hey, the old man is very slippery. He actually plays Taijiquan with me. Fang Qi looked at the two thin monks standing aside: "ask them, the police have come, and they will come."

Sure enough, there was a noise outside. The police officer came in with several policemen: "Dean Fang, are you okay?"

Fang Qi said, "it's all right. I just met their Abbot back. You talk and let's go." Chong Miaomiao winked and wanted to get up and go. The old monk couldn't sit still: "protect the Dharma, please slow down!" The two monks jumped over and stopped at the door.

The three policemen were confused, "what Dharma protector? What do you mean? "

The old monk clapped his hands: "please sit down, police officers. This is a matter of Buddhism. I have a few words to say to the Dharma protector." The two thin monks looked at the master and hurriedly asked him to entertain the three police officers.

The old monk invited Fang Qi and Miao Miao to the courtyard. The big monk stood at the gate of the back hall and looked this way, "don't you want us to go?"

"That's not what I mean. Please don't get me wrong. You hurt your disciple. No one can cure your Zen skill. Please cure your disciple."

Fang Qi was funny to himself. He was just a acupoint player. They mistakenly thought it was one finger zen. Well, that's good. I can just pretend to force and look at the big monk over there. "He wants to fight with me, or he won't be convinced."

Miao Miao puffed and laughed, "they want you to teach him some tricks."

The old monk blushed: "please protect the Dharma and stop teasing. It's important to save people, or his hands and legs will be useless."

He led them to the wing room. The monk with long face was still crying for pain. The two little monks next to him didn't know what to do. When they came in, they hurried away.

Fang Qi checked his injury. It wasn't red or swollen, but his leg and arm couldn't move. He sat by the bed and asked, "does it still hurt?"

The monk nodded.

"Then tell me, what do you mean by running to the mountain to release flying insects?"

The monk snorted for a while and clenched his teeth: "I saw that thing look terrible, afraid to scare people, and the monks can't kill animals, so I took it to the mountain and let it go."

Miao Miao stared at the monk with a sneer. "Your apprentice said it was release. You don't know it, do you?"

The monk was baffled and asked Wu Hong, "what did you put?"

Wu Hong said, "the three strange birds are so ugly that they look like something from ah Bi hell. I read the Scriptures before I put them."

Ho, the monk with a long face can still argue, but he really insists that Fang Qi can't help him. Originally, his words were reasonable. Anyway, he won't admit that he manipulated the spider beetle to attack the police. This lawsuit is not clear.

"Forget it, Wu Hong, I'll make it clear to you. You know what evil you have done. People are doing and heaven is watching. Don't think no one knows." He stretched out his hand and poked several big holes with his fingers. This time, he deliberately used one finger to let the monks have a look. Since they think they can point to Zen, let them continue to misunderstand. It's better to be scrupulous than unscrupulous.

Of course, when he poked his fingers out, he pretended to force them. They were all practicing family. Revealing flaws in front of others would make people laugh.

Wu Hong was really relaxed. He got up and saluted, "thank you for saving me!"

His master also breathed a sigh of relief. He Shi said, "thank you for saving my apprentice. I'm convinced."

When he came out, the old monk seemed quite reluctant, "master predicted that the Dharma protector would come many years ago. I didn't think so. I'm really disrespectful. If you can leave one day late, I am willing to listen to the teachings of the Dharma protector. "

Fang Qixin said, really bullshit, I tell you Zen, can you understand? Ha ha: "no, Buddhist Pure Land. I'm a layman. I'm not used to vegetarian food. Bye." Just about to leave, the police officer ran out and said, "Why are you leaving when we come?" Look at the old monk, "what do you call him Dharma protector?"

It is estimated that the old monk also listened to his master. If he could pull out a lot of baskets, Fang Qi said, "I am a doctor, they will be called Dharma protector. We are advanced and you do your business. "

The police officer said, "our car is outside. We'll go back together later."

Sure enough, there were two cars parked outside. Fang Qi and Miao Miao sat in. Miao Miao asked, "deflate, you're really like, but you're short of a green onion."

Fang Qi shook his head. "Old and young monks are cunning. As far as I know, Futian Shaolin is also a famous and decent sect. The more the sect is, the more strict the constraints are. How can you teach such a crooked melon. I really don't understand. Do you think they want to hide something? "

"I'm not a know it all. You ask me, how do I know?" Miao Miao leaned back. "I have a way. There's a good saying. You should know your heart and only listen to what's behind your back. How about we visit Hongfu temple at night?"

Fang Qi was startled. "You're brave. We can't even jump up the wall. You ran to the tiger's mouth and grabbed your beard. Don't you want to? Although the old monk is old, I think the Zen stick is at least forty or fifty kilograms. A group of wild monks fight together, and we can't carry it. "