Thirty-six peaks in the small room, the peaks and peaks are stacked, and the saga is strange. Qian Qingjian rode his horse to the bottom of the Wuru Peak in the north of the mountain, went up along the mountain road, and soon arrived at the first ancestral nunnery.

Qian Qingjian does not understand Buddhism, but he only wonders that this "nunnery" should not be a place for nuns to practice and live?

Thinking about it, his curiosity suddenly aroused, he got off the horse, walked into the first ancestral nunnery, and saw that there were female nuns meditating and chanting, and two or three of them were quite beautiful. When those nuns saw that he was dressed in a golden soldier's clothes, they all restrained their eyes and did not dare to come forward to ask.

If this is according to Qian Qingjian's character when he was in the Yellow River Gang, when he sees these lambs to be slaughtered, he must twist his buttocks, at least he has to touch his face. It's just that now he has become a new person, and even more so he plans to enter the Shaolin Temple and become a monk, if he offends the neighbors of these monks, it will be very inappropriate, so he strictly controls his gaze, and just pretends to browse the pattern in the nunnery.

When he turned to the pavilion, he saw a stone tablet embedded in the pavilion, the inscription was engraved in regular script, the pen was strong, and the silver hook was iron. The inscription is called "Rebuilding the Face of the Wall Nunnery", and the inscription shows that this text was written by Li Chunfu, a Jinshi of Jin Zhangzong, and the monument was erected in the sixth year of Xingding, confirming that this monument was newly erected last year.

Seeing this, Qian Qingjian was already thinking, no wonder Shaolin Temple has stood for 800 years, and it turns out that Shaolin Temple and the Jin Imperial Court are also interoperable.

Out of the first ancestral nunnery, Qian Qingjian led the horse to Tallinn, and heard the bells of the Zen temple, highlighting the solemnity of the ancient temple.

When I went further, the bell rang one after another, loud and urgent, as if more than a dozen bells were ringing at the same time, only to shake the mountains.

Something happened in the Shaolin Temple! Otherwise, the monks would not have rang the bell like this, but what would happen to the Shaolin Temple in this era? There is no such paragraph in my memory! Qian Qingjian got on the horse and sped up the speed of going up the mountain, wanting to see what was going on.

In his memory, the Shaolin Temple has been right and wrong for thousands of years, and accidents are common, but in the years when the Jin State occupied Henan, it faded out of the martial arts disputes. But in that case, there shouldn't be anything serious.

Turning a corner along the mountain road, the grand temple comes into view, and you can see the yellow bricks and blue tiles in the distance, and the mountain gate is magnificent. It's just that on the square outside the mountain gate, there are more than 1,000 people and horses densely packed around.

No less than hundreds of monks are clustered in the east and a group in the west are distributed on three sides of the square, the monks' clothes are divided into red, gray, yellow, and black, and the weapons are divided into knives, swords, sticks, and shovels. Only the direction of the descent of the mountain was not surrounded by monks, presumably to leave room for the trapped people to go down the mountain.

And surrounded by these warrior monks in the middle, but there are hundreds of golden soldiers, these golden soldiers are arranged in a circular formation, the outermost layer of golden soldiers and horses are facing outward, and there are several layers of golden soldiers waiting for battle. The Jin soldiers were in formation, and several Jin soldiers under the mountain had already discovered Qian Qingjian, and immediately waved a triangular red flag to play the flag.

Qian Qingjian didn't understand the meaning of the flag, but he thought that the golden soldiers who came here to wave the flag would not regard him as an enemy. In this case, why not lean over and take a look, the situation in front of you, I am afraid that there is a possibility of burning the Shaolin Temple, if this is really the case, then the opportunity to fish in troubled waters is coming!

He urged his horse forward, but before he could reach the golden soldier array, the bell in the temple had stopped. Someone was talking loudly in front of the mountain gate, and the voice was still a little familiar: "Abbot Xingying, don't think that you can scare the Sprinkle family by putting up this Arhat array, as long as a soldier is injured by a hair today, the Sprinkle family guarantees that your Shaolin Temple will not survive!"

After hearing this, Qian Qingjian finally remembered the owner of this voice, and the scene of this person shaking hands and fighting with Qiu Qianren on the way south was vividly in his mind. It turned out that he had come here.

At this time, he had already come to the edge of the golden soldier's formation, and one of the golden soldier leaders urged in a low voice: "Quickly enter the formation." Several neighboring Jin soldiers moved aside one after another, opening a passage for Qian Qingjian.

Co-authored me as a soldier who was left behind, Qian Qingjian was secretly funny, but he was happy to accept this misunderstanding.

As soon as he entered the battle, he heard a loud voice say: "Amitabha, Lord Chen's words are wrong, I waited for the monks to not know that the officers and soldiers were coming, so they set up a guard." My Shaolin monks have been with the Jin Dynasty Ministry of Rites Shangshu Zhao Daren three chapters, within fifty years the temple will no longer teach the disciples martial arts, within fifty years the temple monks will not leave the mountain gate one step, within fifty years the temple will not accept the Song people, now thirty years have passed, the temple has not violated any of these three chapters, today Chen Shi led the troops to my young room, I don't know what to do?"

Hearing this, Qian Qingjian was suddenly annoyed, and suddenly it turned out that Shaolin Temple failed to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate, and there were no monks walking the rivers and lakes, which was the reason. What he regretted was that his path of wanting to become a monk would not work.

He rode his horse and squeezed to the side of the Jinbing Circle near the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, and saw a monk in a robe standing on the steps below the mountain gate, and dozens of monks behind him, of various ages and sizes. This robed monk is about fifty years old, and he is holding a string of prayer beads in both hands, which should be the abbot of Xingying in Chen Xiaolin's mouth.

And Chen Zhenlin stood alone outside the Jin soldiers' formation, opposite to Xingying, and said at this time: "Zhao Bingwen has stepped down, how can Shaolin and his three chapters of the law be effective? Moreover, Shaolin didn't talk to me about the three chapters of the law, why should the Sprinkle family pay attention to the matter between Shaolin and Zhao Bingwen?"

Behind the abbot of Xingying stood a thin old monk, his eyes were like lightning to look at Chen Xulin, and he said sharply: "Thirty-six years ago, your master killed my senior brother Kuzhi, and we have not yet settled this account! What kind of face do you have to ask for the Yi Jin Jing today? I think you should pay off your master's debts first." ”

Chen Qilin laughed, like a night owl crying, and said with a smile: "It's okay to repay the debt, the question is who will collect the debt? Is it you, an old bald donkey? As long as you dare to come down!"

The thin old monk was furious and was about to end. But he saw that the abbot of Xingying waved his hand back: "Uncle Kufang, don't be impatient." ”

The abbot spoke, and the old monk could only give this face, and took half a step back and stopped talking.

Chen Shulin turned to look at the abbot of Xingying and said, "The abbot doesn't let your uncle end, does he want to personally teach the martial arts of the King Kong Gate of the Sprinkle Family?"

The abbot twisted the rosary in one hand and put the other hand together and said, "Amitabha, good, good." Master Chen's master is already over the age of old, right? I wonder if he is here now?"

Chen Zhenlin snorted coldly: "The master of the Sprinkle family naturally lives in the Western Regions, does the abbot of Xingying want to set it up? I think it can be avoided, the name of the Sprinkle family was given by the master, and the abbot of Xingying will not not understand what it means, right?"

The abbot of Xingying said: "The poor monk asks again, does Master Chen want to Yijin Sutra or destroy my Shaolin Temple when he comes this time?"

Chen Zhenlin said: "If you hand over the Yijin Sutra, the Sprinkle family can let the Shaolin Temple continue to exist for a few years, if you don't hand it over, then don't blame the Sprinkler family for being ruthless." ”

The abbot of Xingying said: "Shicai Chen Shizhu misunderstood the meaning of the poor monk, the reason why the poor monk mentioned Chen Shizhu's master is because he has served in Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years, and he should know that since the Yijin Sutra of this temple was lost one hundred and thirty years ago, it has never been recovered. ”

Chen Xilin was stunned when he heard this, his master had never mentioned the matter of Yi Jin Jing to him, this kind of thing was all inquired about by him with the characters in the rivers and lakes, but at the moment, he couldn't tell whether what Xingying said was true or false.