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Originally, our Shaolin only recognized talents, no matter how lowly the background was, open-minded and willing to endure hardships, basically there was always a place on the mountain. ”

Intoxicated, he took a sip of the dragon well before the rain, and the tea guest continued:

"It's a pity that since some elder of the Mahayana Temple came, the Receiving Courtyard and the Incense Courtyard have been controlled by another group of great monks. Now if you want to get the opportunity to become an outer disciple, you have to at least have this number!"

The tea guest exaggeratedly stretched out five fingers, which made the little monk Mingyuan's eyelids jump, and asked tentatively, "Five golden dragon coins?"

In his opinion, if you go to Shaolin Temple to offer incense, you can put fifty silver dragon coins in the merit box, that is, you sincerely worship the Buddha, and you can be regarded as an authentic Buddhist believer.

The tea guest's neck shrank, and his face was full of disdain:

"Five gold dragon coins are counted as a ball, let me tell you, little monk, the incense money donated by the outer disciples for the assessment will cost five hundred gold dragon coins, if it is five gold dragon coins, those ordinary people will still be sent to Shaolin if they smash pots and sell iron. ”

Hiss!

The little monk of Mingyuan gasped, his face was full of disbelief, five hundred gold dragon coins are not ordinary people, even if they are rich families in the city, I am afraid they will have to feel distressed for a long time.

He knows the purchasing power of the Golden Dragon Coins, one Golden Dragon Coin can buy thousands of kilograms of coarse grain, and solve the food rations of a family of five for more than half a year. Five hundred gold dragon coins, that is to be able to buy a big mansion with three entrances and three exits in the city.

Such a large amount of money can only ask for an assessment opportunity for an outer disciple, which does not repudiate those ordinary people and poor disciples, and extinguishes the dream of people to practice martial arts to join the army, serve their family and country, and travel the rivers and lakes.

Ten months ago, he personally created the image of Shaolin Temple as a pro-people, which was praised by hundreds of people in Yuantianfu, and tens of thousands of ordinary people planned to send their children and grandchildren to Shaolin to polish it.

Now the introduction of the courtyard and the incense courtyard are tantamount to forcing them into the cold palace, not even leaving a single thought, so that the Shaolin Temple can still screen out the future of the good talent and jade, humerus future?

The face of the little monk Mingyuan was so black that he had a fight with the carbon, his face was gloomy, and the green tendons on his forehead were beating. He has not returned for a few months, and even if he is dead, the Round Wheel Dharma King and others should not give the Shaolin Temple to others.

The tea guest on the side saw that the little monk Mingyuan had a cold face, and shook his head gently, but he couldn't afford to pay the assessment fee of five hundred gold dragon coins, so he traveled hundreds of miles, and the last one was empty.

In the past few months, he has seen too many people from poor families who are so depressed, and every wave of dealers and hunters who come here full of hope are all happy to come and return with joy.

There are even many children of small families who carry all their belongings, and in the end they are deceived by those green skins so much that they can't even give them their crotch.

The little monk Mingyuan took a deep breath and folded his hands: "Thank you for the benefactor's proverb, I wonder if the abbot of the Shaolin Temple's round wheel is in the temple now?

The tea guest's face stiffened, and he looked at the little monk Mingyuan with some puzzlement, the abbot of Shaolin is a big man in the rivers and lakes, even if he knows where the other party is, can he see it?

However, after drinking other people's good tea, the tea guest could only reply with a hard head:

"The round wheel master of Shaolin Temple seems to have gone to the Miluo River to practice. As for the change in the policy of the Receiving Academy, it has been about two months, hey, it's a pity, there are hundreds of young people in our county who plan to come to Fucheng to see if they can enter Shaolin to practice, and now it's all yellow!"

The tea guest drank all the tea in the porcelain cup, smacked his mouth a few times, picked up the fruit basket under his feet, and began to sell, no longer responding to the little monk Mingyuan.

After the people left, the little monk Mingyuan came back to his senses, his two eyebrows frowned together, and the cold light of the forest was fleeting, he didn't expect that some people would really dare to start receiving the Shaolin Temple with great fanfare.

As soon as he stomped his feet, the bones of Mingyuan's whole body crackled, and his fingertips flicked a pair of sandalwood Buddha beads, and stepped on the official road where the Shaolin Temple was located.

"That's Lao Tzu's Shaolin Temple, how can you allow a cat and a dog to get involved, stirring up the black smoke miasma!"

I established Shaolin Temple in this ancient world, naturally I want to continue the thoughts of Shaolin in the ancient country of China, if it is controlled by others, it is not worthy of my uncles and ancestors.

Twenty miles is for the little monk Mingyuan who performed "Walking Meteor", that is, the time of half a pillar of incense, and he has come to the foot of Shaomu Mountain.

At this time, it was just past noon, and hundreds of martial arts people gathered in front of the gate of the leading courtyard at the foot of the mountain, and it seemed that they wanted to see if there was a chance to worship under the Shaolin sect and become a lay disciple.

"Get out of the way, you lowly people still want to learn "Mangniu Jin", don't even want to step into this door without five hundred gold dragon coins!"

Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd, and a young man in a brocade robe and cloud brocade boots kicked away several peasant children with firewood knives on his backs, his face revealing a contempt.

"You, how can you be like this, Shaolin Temple is not opened by your family, we come here every day to ask for a chance to worship the entrance wall, why is it in your way again." ”

A dark-skinned young man lifted up a companion who had fallen to the ground, his face was red, and he pointed at the brocade-robed young man angrily.

Although his companion was also resentful, he still restrained himself, and pulled the black-faced boy to wait in a different place.

The brocade-robed young man sneered and clasped his hands: "If you want to worship a famous family with no money, you might as well go home and learn a trick from your dealer father, so as to save yourself from embarrassment." ”

The two peasant boys who were stimulated by one sentence were like frightened night cats, their hair exploded, their eyes were red, and they looked like they were about to fight.

Seeing this, the brocade-robed young man waved his hand, and four or five big men with knives ran out from behind him, with hideous faces and malicious smiles, obviously planning to clean up the two peasant families by relying on his family background.

Many people around are running villages on the rivers and lakes, and there is even a small team of people who are still dart masters who have just broken up, and they themselves are also boiled out by ordinary people, and they are willing to step forward to help when they see this formation.

"Well, don't go too far, the door of Shaolin Temple is wide open, anyone can try their luck here, even if there is not too much wealth and incense, but it is difficult for the little boy to cut off the opportunity to be a handyman." ”

The middle-aged dart master has a national face, with a mountain axe pinned to his back, although he has a thick beard, but it is obviously carefully cared for, and the whole person is quite majestic and mighty, and he has his own momentum to suppress those big men.

He has been a dart master all year round, and he is not a weak person in the rivers and lakes, and his strength under the third grade is not afraid of the four or five men who are only at the peak of the first grade.

The brocade-robed young man didn't expect someone to dare to stand up, and he was immediately a little displeased, and when his eyes swept over the few monks who came out of the courtyard, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and chatted with those monks for a while.

The middle-aged dart master's face sank, obviously he recognized the identities of the leading monks, and he was a little confused in his heart.

Whether they can enter the Shaolin Temple depends on the judgment of these leading monks, I don't know how many people died at this level, and now I see that the brocade-robed young man has a close relationship with the leading monk, and I know that something bad is going to happen at the moment.

Sure enough, after a while, the brocade-robed young man walked over arrogantly and pointed at the middle-aged dart master: "You are full, the young master's affairs want you to be nosy, hurry up and get out, Shaolin Temple will never accept you!"

The middle-aged dart master's eyes shrank, and he took out half of his life's savings of about one hundred and fifty gold dragon coins in exchange for the assessment qualification of the guard of the outer courtyard of the Shaolin Temple.

At the moment, the middle-aged dart master's heart was bitter and a little remorseful, but he still raised his head: "Little boy, don't boast about Haikou, a certain family has paid incense money, how can you go home with a word." ”

The brocade-robed young man sneered: "Why don't you accept it?" This one behind us is Master Huiyuan, the deacon of the Receiving Academy, he can make you roll up and get out of the house with a word!"

Everyone was shocked, and a fearful gaze was fixed on the back of the brocade-robed young man.

Hui Yuan, the great monk of the Receiving Academy, walked out, with a fat head and big ears, and a pair of round eyes looked up and down at the group of people in the dispute, and then fixed his eyes on the two peasant children and the middle-aged dart master.

"You two leave Shaolin, don't expect to enter the miscellaneous courtyard. Turning his head, Huiyuan looked at the middle-aged dart master carefully, and a wisp of hot air erupted from his nostrils: "As for you, you will fail the assessment!"

The middle-aged dart master was furious, and the monk Huiyuan was oppressive with his power, and he was directly disqualified from serving as a guard in the outer courtyard before he was assessed!

"Master, how can this be! A certain family has paid one hundred and fifty gold dragon coins for incense!

Monk Huiyuan's eyes widened, and he scolded in a low voice: "Donor, are you disobeying the Bodhisattva, since it is incense money, do you still want to go back?

The brocade-robed young man was also squeezing on the side, and all kinds of contemptuous words were like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, making the middle-aged dart master disgraced, his face was bloodshot, and he was almost about to run away.

The eyelids of the little monk Mingyuan on the side were beating non-stop, and the breath in his stomach was almost rushing to his throat, such a monk could also serve as the deacon of the Receiving Academy?

The little monk of Mingyuan stepped forward, his handsome face looked gloomy like black water, and the sandalwood Buddhist beads in his hand kept rolling, squeezing through the crowd and walking to the side of the grieving peasant children.

Glancing at the monk Huiyuan, Mingyuan recited a Buddha name: "The monks are compassionate, when will the quiet place of Buddhism allow these idle people to wait here to make noise?"

The people around looked at each other, secretly surprised where this was the little monk, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he pointed directly at the young man in the brocade robe, and questioned the style of the monk Huiyuan.

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