"Did you catch it back?"

"It's not on them, I think there must be accomplices in this temple to take the stolen goods."

The abbot glanced at Zhen Mingku, who was so sharp that he could penetrate the steel plate, Zhen Mingku's body was full of spirits, this old abbot was like an angry beast at this time, and his eyes flashed with a devouring essence.

If there is such a thing as internal force in this world, the internal force of this old abbot must be the realm of the sweeping old monk in Jin Yong's martial arts novels.

Zhen Mingku's understanding is that these monks don't want anything, they just want to become a Buddha, this Buddhist family seven treasures gold and silver agate glass crystal or something, that is all the magic weapons and appliances that these monks cultivate to become Buddhas, what is not good to steal, steal these things.

He hurriedly reminded: "Abbot, the three thousand taels of silver tickets just now should be able to build you a small golden statue of Buddha." ”

The abbot was right when he thought about it, and immediately changed to a smile: "The old man's brain is almost confused, donor, please wait outside the door, the old man will deal with some personal matters." ”

Zhen Ming glanced at this enlightened monk suspiciously, turned around and walked out of the courtyard gate of the Discipline Academy.

After a while, there was a crackling beating sound and those thieves crying for mercy from the courtyard, mixed with a string of curses full of rivers and lakes: "Damn, when your grandfather and I were not a monk, just you little thieves, grandpa stabbed a string without breathing, dare to steal your grandfather's golden Buddha statue, you don't know how to write dead words, little ones, call me, don't beat their accomplices, let them work hard in this temple for a lifetime!" until you die! Damn, you can't make grandpa a Buddha, grandpa lets you go to hell! ”

"Yes! Shaolin Eighteen Bombardment Thieves, Array-"

……

When the abbot came out of the precept courtyard, he was still the same kind old man, with a fairy wind and bones, and a Buddha nature.

Walked in front of Zhen Mingku, put his hands together: "Good and good, Buddha is all sentient beings, all kinds of laws, bitterness, happiness, pain, and immeasurable are all degrees, these little thieves can only be hard, so that the donor can see and smile, please come with the old man, go to the dining hall for a light meal and then leave." ”

Zhen Mingku's bitterness came back to his senses at this time, and a wave of admiration surged in his heart like a river, and he felt quite discouraged, and he was ashamed to follow him, and couldn't help asking: "Dare to ask the abbot's name?" ”

"The old man's name is pure, I don't know what the donor is called."

"Zhen life is bitter."

Hearing this, the abbot suddenly stopped, turned his head and looked at him with a surprised expression: "Zhen life is bitter? The general of the dark guard is suffering from his life? ”

Zhen Mingku, who was a little surprised, even the old monk on Songshan had heard his name, and he didn't want to be overly publicized, seeing that this abbot was also a "Taoist" monk, he shouldn't be unfavorable to himself, and he had no intention of hiding it, so he nodded with a smile.

The abbot looked at him for a while, his eyes flashed with the essence of hunting, and then he stroked his beard and smiled, quite a kind of complacent: "No wonder the old man felt extraordinary when he saw the Zhen Shizhu, and he was not comparable to an ordinary man, it turned out to be the world-famous secret guard general, although the old man was in the deep mountain temple, but he often heard the people who came to the temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha talked about all kinds of strange things about the general, saying that the general has a good way to run and treat the people well, and is the great savior of the people of Luoyang, and Longmen Town is a prosperous place for refugees from all over the world to rush to, The Dark Guard is even stronger, no one dares to offend, I didn't expect to meet in this place, it's really fate, fate......"

The joy of this abbot, as the saying goes, nothing to be courteous or a thief, Zhen Ming's heart inexplicably swelled with an ominous premonition.

After learning that he was the general of the secret guard, the abbot became more and more enthusiastic, and took him to visit the sacred places of Shaolin Temple, the burial place of Bodhidharma, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and other places, and finally came to the dining hall.

There are monks and refugees who have come to take refuge in the hall, and there are at least thousands of people dining together in the thousands of square meters of the hall.

……

Shaolin Temple's fasting rice is porridge and water vegetables, there is no oil and water, even the salt is less, so light that it is like not eating after eating, Zhen Mingku has been used to eating Zhang's craftsmanship over the years, such a meal is really difficult to swallow, and it is difficult for the abbot to let him eat more.

The abbot saw that the porridge and water in the temple did not suit his taste, and he was no longer reluctant, and after eating the fast, he said "Zhen Shizhu, please come with me", and led him to the mountain behind the temple, thousands of square meters of vegetable gardens and orchards, as well as the burial place of the monks of the past dynasties, the mantle relics and other storage pagodas.

There are many poultry in the orchard, pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks.

This makes Zhen Mingku's bitterness a little strange, the monk is a vegetarian, and he doesn't know what to do with raising these poultry.

The abbot smiled mysteriously, whistled into a small hut in the orchard, and suddenly a behemoth ran out of the hut.

Looking at his size, he was at least four hundred pounds, almost two meters tall, running like a ball rolling, but extremely flexible, holding a sheep whip in his hand, and running towards the abbot with a snort.

When Zhen Mingku looked at this size, he immediately remembered a sumo wrestler from an island country.

The fat monk ran to the abbot, and he jumped and bounced around him, rejoicing like a child.

His bouncing power is completely disproportionate to his size, he jumps more than a meter high, and he holds a fat chicken leg in his hand, and eats it happily.

The abbot smiled and asked, "How many chickens have you eaten today?" ”

The fat monk lowered his head and broke his fingers for a while, and then pushed down and recounted a few times, and finally said, "Four." ”

"Save some food, I've eaten all day, what will I eat tomorrow?"

The fat monk casually replied, "Oh." ”

The abbot looked at him dotingly, turned his head and explained to Zhen Mingku, who was sluggish: "This fat monk was picked up by Lao Ke from outside, he has lived in the temple since he was a child, he has never been out of the mountain gate, he has a pure heart, and he is diligent in doing things. ”

The fat monk turned his head and glanced at Zhen Mingku, seeing that his figure had not reached his shoulder, it looked like he could be slapped to death with a slap, and shook his head, "No, it's right for him to salute all-eating, all-eating is stronger than him." ”

Zhen was bitterly happy, and he had a good impression of this stupid fat monk.

The abbot shouted: "The light strength is a big fart, except for chopping wood and carrying water every day, there is no other use, this benefactor is the world-famous dark guard general Zhen is bitter, you don't suffer a loss if you salute him." ”

The abbot said, winking vigorously at the fat monk with a strange expression.

The fat monk was stunned when he heard this, looked at the abbot, and then at Zhen Mingku, suddenly inserted the chicken leg into the waistband of his trousers, walked in front of Zhen Mingku, lifted him up, put him on his shoulder, and shuttled back and forth in the fruit trees in the garden, the speed was comparable to that of a horse.

Zhen Mingku's seventy kilograms of weight didn't seem to have any burden on him.