After listening to what the old Zen Master said, Dongfang Ying glanced at Chen Tiexiong who was pressed on the ground coldly, and said to Zen Master Jinghui:
"As expected, this guy is making up lies and stirring up trouble, but Shooting yourself in the foot today is your own fault, and you are full of evil.
"The day before yesterday, a group of us passed through Shuimen Village and rescued the orphan of a businessman from two men, who happened to be the two of us. This guy colluded with Chen Tiexiong, and thus formed a feud with Chen Tiexiong.
"Yesterday morning, Chen Tiexiong colluded with the bandits from Qingsong Village in Meihualing and used his men to pretend to be bandits to intercept our convoy. We defeated them.
"These bandits and Chen Tiexiong Seeing that the robbery failed, he changed his face, pretending that it was a misunderstanding, and invited me to go to their cottage to serve wine to apologize, and then used the drunken goat flowers on the mountain to knock me out.
"In a coma I saw Master Jingxin riding a donkey up the mountain before, saying that Chen Tiexiong was really up to no good and wanted to take him back to clean up the house. I don’t know what happened next. When I woke up, Master Jingxin and Chen Tiexiong were gone. " < /p>
After hearing this, Zen Master Jinghui nodded frequently, walked up to Chen Tiexiong, and asked in a deep voice:
"Chen Tiexiong, was Junior Brother Jingxin harmed by you? If you don't recruit me from the truth, the Discipline Academy will The punishment will be rude to you!"
Chen Tiexiong could only defend himself to death:
"Master, God is above me... I respect Master like a god, how could it be possible? Harm his old man?
"You must not listen to the words of a witch like Dongfang Ying and wrong your nephew..."
Lin Xiaofeng raised his hand and wanted to slap him again. He said angrily:
"You bastard, if you scold Dongfang Nuxia again, I will skin you..."
Dongfang Ying pulled Lin Xiaofeng aside and said angrily:
"Please stop interfering with me. This is a family matter in Southern Shaolin. I believe the old Zen Master has made his own decision. Stop talking nonsense to me. "
Lin Xiaofeng curled his lips and said:
"This bastard called you a witch. How can you blame me if I take it out on you? "
Dongfang Ying rolled her eyes at him:
"Who wants you to stand up for me? Just take care of yourself. "
Lin Xiaofeng chuckled and stopped talking back.
Zen Master Jinghui snorted coldly:
"Chen Tiexiong, do you really think that the old monk is so easily fooled? Are you fooling? You are so smart.
"From the beginning to the end, Oriental Heroine never said that it was you who killed Junior Brother Jingxin. This matter has nothing to do with her. You don't need to involve others.
"I'll tell you the truth. He said, ever since I saw the wounds of Junior Brother Jingxin, I have already suspected that it was the hand of you, an evildoer.
"Because judging from the wounds, the first thing he suffered was a sword wound in the back of his heart, but it was not a long sword, but a short sword or a dagger.To be able to attack from such a close distance, it must be someone close to him, not an opponent or enemy.
"And the heavy blow he received on the door was probably not caused by a blunt instrument, but rather looked like the mark of the iron palm you practiced.
" The reason why I didn't tell you is that I was shocked and couldn't believe it, and there was no conclusive evidence, so I wanted to get counter-evidence from the murderer you mentioned, the white horse and the red scarf.
"That’s why we arranged this fight with White Horse and Red Scarf. After this fight, it turns out that the Eastern Heroine’s martial arts is far superior to your master. If you really want to kill him, then Why bother with a sneak attack?
"Besides, Oriental Heroine is much taller than her junior brother. If she had drawn the sword, the wound would have been slightly upward, but in fact the wound was almost flat, which shows the height of the murderer. Similar to Junior Brother Jingxin.
"The most important thing is that the Oriental Heroine could have seriously injured me easily, but she just hit it and didn't hurt me.
"Have How could such a chivalrous man with such noble martial virtues casually kill Buddhists? Do you still dare to say that you are not lying? "
Chen Tiexiong was speechless. Unexpectedly, this old monk had a sharp eye and pretended to be confused. Instead, he deceived himself. He smiled unwillingly and said:
"Old bald donkey, How much money did I, Mr. Chen, donate to this shabby temple of yours so that you can have a roof over your head and have enough food to eat? Now you have turned against me and want to punish me? It's not that easy..."
Zen Master Jinghui stopped talking nonsense to him and said to several monks:
"The facts are all in front of us, and there is no room for those who deceive the master and destroy the ancestors. The criminal denied it, so he was escorted back to the monastery and reported to the abbot for further interrogation. "
The two monks responded "Yes" and used big wooden sticks to support Chen Tiexiong. The other two monks twisted Chen Tiexiong's arms with their backhands and pushed him aside.
Jing Zen Master Hui turned to Dongfang Ying and folded his hands and said:
"Dongfang Heroine, and all the donors, I am very pleased to see all the heroes today.
"According to the old monk's opinion, it is already getting late now. If it is convenient, all the donors can stay in this temple for the night. It doesn't matter if we leave tomorrow."
Dongfang Ying Seeing that although the women had changed into men's clothes, it was still easy to see the women's appearance, and their faces were dusty and haggard.
If they continued on their way, the road ahead was sparsely populated and there were no big towns. I'm afraid tonight It’s time to sleep in the open air again.
And if she could rest in a Zen monastery, she would at least have a vegetarian meal and a Zen room. The most important thing was that she wanted to see with her own eyes what would happen to this hateful guy Chen Tiexiong.
Immediately asked:
"Thank you Master for your kindness. If you find out that Zen Master Jingxin was indeed harmed by Chen Tiexiong, how will you deal with him?"
NetZen Master Hui frowned slightly and said:
"If the murderer is really him, according to Buddhist law and precepts, we cannot set up a private court, let alone kill people indiscriminately.
"We can only use the staff. To be held responsible, at most, the martial arts skills should be abolished, and then handed over to the government office to file a lawsuit with a life complaint, hoping that the punishment can be determined. "
Zhan Ruilong heard this and said disapprovingly:
"You will hand this guy over to the government? Isn't it obvious that he is letting the tiger go back to the mountains? This bastard has a huge fortune. As long as his family sends a sum of money to the government, it will be released soon! "
Zen Master Jinghui sighed:
"But as monks, we have no right to sentence him to death. This is also helpless. "
Dongfang Ying rolled her eyes and made a decision in her heart, so she smiled and said:
"What the master said before is absolutely true. We are not in a hurry. It is almost dark at this moment. Well, you might as well go to your temple and stay for one night before leaving tomorrow. "
Zen Master Jinghui was very pleased, clasped his hands and said:
"It's so good, so good, all the donors can come to this temple, it really makes the small temple shine! Everyone please. "
Dongfang Ying clasped her fists and said hello, then asked everyone to get on the bus and get on the horse, preparing to go to Shaolin Zen Temple to spend the night.
Zen Master Jinghui got on the mount , led the way first, Dongfang Ying, Mingchuan Rongmei, Zhan Ruilong and others were riding horses, Lu Qiuying and Guo Yunli were following in a carriage, and the monks escorted Chen Tiexiong behind.
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Some passers-by discussed the wonderful fight just now and left with satisfaction.
This place is only three or four miles away from the Shaolin Temple. , arrived soon, Dongfang Ying and others saw at the foot of a not-so-high mountain, a patchwork of dilapidated houses scattered along the terrain. The scene was very desolate, which was very incompatible with the prestigious name of "Southern Shaolin". < /p>
Dongfang Ying, Nangong Huiyue and others were secretly disappointed when they saw this. They did not expect that the majestic Southern Shaolin would be in such decline, let alone compared with the famous and decent "Shaolin" and "Wudang" in the north, even compared with some Compared with the courtyard of Xiaomen Xiaopai, it also looked shabby.
After entering from the mountain gate, the carriages and horses were parked on a stone-paved field, and their horses were tied up.
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Most of the roads along the way are in ruins, and there are a few complete houses, which are also very dilapidated and in disrepair. From time to time, there are wild cats and rabbits.
If it were not for the steps. It was very clean, and there were not many weeds. I'm afraid it would make people feel like they were in an abandoned ancient temple on a barren mountain.
Dongfang Ying bit the bullet and asked:
"Jing." Master Hui, how can you say that Southern Shaolin is also a thousand-year-old ancient temple that enjoys a prestigious reputation in the martial arts world. Why is it in such decline that there is no scene like a big sect? ”
Zen Master Jinghui shook his head and said:
"What the Oriental Heroine doesn't know is that when this temple was prosperous, it was a grand scene with ten mountain gates, thousands of feet of walls, hundreds of hectares of countryside and three ridges, and thousands of monks performing martial arts and nine cauldrons.
"Just because The monks in the past dynasties upheld their loyalty and resisted foreign rule and government oppression. They were repeatedly suppressed and destroyed. Especially during the anti-Yuan war in the late Southern Song Dynasty and a catastrophe more than a hundred years ago, not even a single one of them survived, and it was difficult to move forward.
"Because the people in power have strict orders not to allow Southern Shaolin to be rebuilt, we can only keep a low profile. We don't dare to make a big fuss about practicing martial arts and teaching disciples. It's really like being a monk for a day and only hitting the clock."
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In fact, Dongfang Ying had heard her master talk about these things, but when she saw them with her own eyes, she was still very surprised. She didn't expect them to be so dilapidated.
With a thought in her mind, she asked Nangong Huiyue to take out a thousand taels of silver note and hand it to Zen Master Jinghui personally:
"Master, this is a tribute from the younger generation. The little incense money given to your temple may be used to repair the temple, and I hope the master will accept it."
In fact, she originally wanted to take three thousand taels, but she was afraid of arousing suspicion. Where did she get so much money? Did she really come from a robbery? It's better to keep a low profile and just give him a thousand taels.
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"Thank you so much to the female benefactor for being so generous. The old monk would like to express his gratitude on behalf of the abbot and the disciples of the temple."
Immediately, another monk was ordered to go to the protocol office and sort it out. They went out to three or four clean monasteries, prepared fast food, and entertained Dongfang Ying and his entourage.
Everyone passed by a martial arts performance field. It was almost evening class time, and there were still many monks and lay disciples practicing martial arts on the field, about thirty people in total;
In Wenshu Monastery There was also the sound of chanting Buddhist scriptures, and wooden fish were snatched incessantly; and smoke began to rise from the backyard, where dinner was being cooked.
Zen Master Jinghui asked two disciples to take everyone to the guest house to sit for a while, while he escorted Chen Tiexiong to the abbot's courtyard to report the matter in person.
Dongfang Ying and others were taken to the relatively quiet and intact courtyard in the first row behind Wenshu Monastery. A monk who knew the guest had already come forward to serve tea and arranged four dormitories for everyone to stay.
Everyone was divided into rooms. Nangong Huiyue and Xiaoyun Xiaoxia lived in one room with Dongfang Ying, the three sisters Lu Qiuying lived in one room with Mingchuan Rongmei, Guo Yunli and her brother lived in one room, and Zhan Ruilong lived in three rooms. Men live in one room.
After eating vegetarian food, Dongfang Ying asked everyone to take a rest early and not to move around to avoid unnecessary complications.
She pretended to patrol to check on everyone's situation, but quietly slipped out of the row of small courtyards, asked where the Discipline Academy was, and walked straight over.
Before walking a few steps, I heard the sound of footsteps. I looked sideways and saw that it was Zen Master Jinghui walking towards me with two disciples holding lanterns. He immediately stopped and clasped his fists:
"Master, I was just going to find you, and you came just in time."
Zen Master Jinghui nodded and said calmly:
"I'm just here. Knowing that Dongfang Donor would not be able to sit still, he was absolutely right.
"Our abbot and abbot want to see you, Dongfang Donor, please invite me. "
Dongfang Ying didn't seem too surprised, and said happily:
"That's fine, since I have been destined to come to Shaolin Zen Temple, and if I don't see the abbot and abbot, I always feel that my trip is wasted. , let’s go. ”
Zen Master Jinghui led the way, walking through an uneven stone path, and came to a small Zen room with the name “Abbot’s Room” written on it. The platform under the eaves was two feet higher, and there were two plants in front of the house. The red plum branches withered, but the lingering fragrance remained.
Zen Master Jinghui asked his two disciples to stay at the foot of the steps. He led Dongfang Ying in, pushed the door open, and said inside:
"Brother Abbot, the female benefactor from the East has arrived. "
Only a kind voice in the room said:
"Very good, please come in." ”
When Dongfang Ying entered the Zen room, she saw an enlightened monk with white beard and white eyebrows sitting cross-legged on the couch. On the small table in front of him were a wooden fish, a string of Buddhist beads and a scripture. , two arm-thick white candles on the wall illuminated the room quite brightly.
Zen Master Jinghui introduced:
"This is the Eastern female benefactor, who is from this hospital. The abbot is Lao Na's senior brother, Zen Master Jingming. "
Seeing the kind eyes of Zen Master Jingming, Dongfang Ying felt awe-inspiring in her heart. She hurriedly bowed her hands and saluted:
"Junior Dongfang Ying, I would like to pay my respects to the abbot master. "
Zen Master Huiming glanced at Dongfang Ying, smiled and said:
"The little donor is the rising star in the world recently, White Horse Red Scarf? He is truly endowed with spiritual roots and extraordinary temperament. There are talents from every generation in the world, and the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead! Congratulations. "
Dongfang Ying hurriedly said humbly:
"Master has given you too much praise, and this little girl cannot deserve it. By the way, Master Abbot wants to see me. What's the matter? "
Zen Master Jingming raised his hand gently:
"Sit down first. Junior Brother Jinghui, bring me the tea. "
Zen Master Jinghui agreed, walked to a tea sea in the corner of the room, picked up a wooden tray with a pot of tea and a pair of teacups, and put it on the low table in front of the abbot.
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Dongfang Ying sat down on the wooden chair by the window opposite the abbot. Zen Master Jingming raised the teapot and poured two cups of tea. He extended an index finger to the side of the cup of tea outside and said:
"The little benefactor has made many good connections and donated a lot of merit. For this temple, it is like giving charcoal in the snow. There is no great kindness. The old monk offered a cup of tea to the little benefactor to express his gratitude. "
As he spoke, he moved his fingers and touched the outer wall of the tea cup. The cup of tea actually flew up from the plate, spinning towards Dongfang Ying.Floating in the air.
Dongfang Ying was secretly surprised. Although she knew that the old abbot was the senior brother of Zen Master Jinghui, and his cultivation level must be high, she did not expect that the technique was so magical.
Seeing that the tea cup was stable and stable, with no water spilled in it, it was spinning rapidly, but its flying speed was neither fast nor slow, as if it was being held in front of him by hand.
Not only can I not say that I can’t do this kind of finger strength and technique that balances hardness and softness, but can lift both light and heavy things, I’m afraid even my master would have a hard time doing it.