Amidst the shouts and curses of the monks, they dug grass to find a way around the south of the mountain. As the saying goes, follow the authority in emergencies. When the situation is critical, the monks can climb over the wall and get out. Now that the crisis has been resolved, there is no way to go back over the wall.

When the time comes, you can only go back to the temple through the main entrance.

Until they entered the mountain gate, a group of monks were still angry and cursing. It was not that these monks did not abide by the precepts and had no moral integrity, but that the "Japanese pirates" did something too despicable and wanted to anger them.

There are many ways for a person to disturb his purity and make him sleep and eat uneasily. Making constant noise and making him uneasy are undoubtedly the two most effective ways, and the "Japanese pirates" used both of them. Thanks to Shaolin.

Monks practice Zen all year round and are very patient. If it were anyone else, let alone seven days, they would be in a state of confusion and madness after just one day.

These monks did not know the content of their previous conversation with Tongchen. They only regretted that they had returned to the temple and would never have the opportunity to beat up the Japanese pirates to avenge their previous shame and avenge themselves. Their words were full of regret.

Hearing the words of the monks, I felt very happy in my heart. The Shaolin monks hate the Japanese pirates to the core. They will definitely try their best to go to Gupo Mountain. For the Shaolin monks, this battle can also eliminate their grievances and calm their minds. As the saying goes, a person's life will last forever.

In terms of tone, the Japanese pirates had repeatedly used despicable means to plot against the new army led by Tong Chen. The Japanese pirates were defeated without force, and the monks were defeated. I kept holding a breath in my heart. If this resentment does not come out, it will always be like a ray on my back or a lump in my throat.

Although Tong Chen and others did not leave the temple to pursue them, they were waiting in front of the temple for their return. They were honored guests and asked the guests to hunt for the murderer on their behalf in the middle of the night. Shaolin Temple always wanted to express its gratitude.

Tongchen is the abbot of Shaolin. People in the world do not understand Buddhist regulations and often think that the abbot and the abbot are the same thing. In fact, they are not. In a temple, the biggest person is the abbot, but the abbot usually does not care about anything. Most affairs in the temple are left to the abbot, and the abbot

Usually he is the abbot's apprentice and the next abbot. Just like Longhu Mountain, Zhang Shan is the abbot. After the old heavenly master Zhang Bingyi took over the crane, Zhang Shan immediately took over the position of abbot and became the 20th member of the Shangqing Sect.

The second generation Heavenly Master.

Many of the group of monks who had gone out of the temple to chase people were Tongchen's juniors. They were not timid when they saw Tongchen, and they all denounced the Japanese pirates for their despicable shamelessness.

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After thanking him, Chen listened quietly to the monk's story. After everyone finished speaking, he asked, "Since we have never captured this person, how can we conclude that this person is a Japanese?"

Hearing Tongchen's words, the leader of the monks frowned suddenly, "Senior brother, we followed you on the eastern expedition to quell the rebellion, and we were repeatedly plotted against by the Japanese pirates. Don't we even recognize the Japanese pirates? Can't we even understand the Japanese language?"

As soon as this person said this, someone immediately echoed, "Junior brother Tong's words are true. When the Japanese pirates left, they were so proud that they cursed Shaolin in Japanese. We all heard it with our own ears."

Hearing everyone's words, the secret path was not good, Tongchen became a little suspicious, but it was no wonder that Tongchen became suspicious, he needed Shaolin monks to come out to help, and Shaolin happened to be making crows and toads at this time, and he discovered it as soon as he came

The murderer was too much of a coincidence.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand to Tongchen, "Master, three months ago, I and several of my subordinates came from Silla to intercept the seven major Japanese pirate families. Although we wiped out all the elite Japanese pirates, I was seriously injured and was bedridden for three months.

Just now, I was lucky enough to save my life. I just returned to Chang'an seven days ago, and then I met Li Maozhen and Li Bao, the king of Ji, who joined forces to rebel. I had no choice but to go to court with injuries to put down the rebellion and correct the mistakes. To this day, the Japanese king has not recovered his strength.

Everyone, go to bed early and I will go back to my room to sleep."

These words seemed to be saying goodbye to everyone and going back to the house, but in fact they had a deeper meaning. He had to let Tongchen know what happened to him before and when he returned to the court. He simply had no time or energy to give to the Shaolin Temple.

Take the bait.

Tong Chenneng couldn't hear the dissatisfaction in his words. After thinking about it carefully, he was really overthinking the matter, so he hurriedly said for fear of getting angry, "Excuse me, Your Majesty, I will take you back to your room."

He declined politely and went back to his room on his own. This matter indeed had nothing to do with him. It was the Shaolin Temple that had offended the Beggar Gang and thus incurred revenge.

When I returned to my residence, I found that Zhang Mo's door was closed. Seeing this, I was a little confused, because Zhang Mo could hear his footsteps and knew that he was coming back, so Zhang Mo should open the door to welcome him.

Just as he was about to walk over and knock on the door, he suddenly noticed an old monk standing outside his door. This man was already in his twenties, and he was wearing the gray cassocks worn by ordinary monks.

When he discovered this person, he also saw him and said, "Amitabha, the poor monks are of the same mind and have seen the prince for a thousand years."

I had never seen this old monk before, and there was no such person when Tongchen led others out to greet him. I was quite surprised to hear that this man chanted the four-character Buddhist name, because this old monk was at least eighty years old, so

At such an old age, he has not even been promoted to the Purple Qi.

"Well, Master," he stepped forward, "I wonder why Master came here late at night?"

The old monk was not good at words, but when he came closer, he showed a slightly nervous look, "Well, yes, it's too late, it's the poor monk who took the liberty."

Seeing the old monk so nervous, you know that he has never seen much of the world. Not all old monks have superb martial arts skills and profound Taoism. On the contrary, the fact is that there are thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple, but there are not many real masters. This old monk is undoubtedly the best.

He belongs to the category of mediocre qualifications, and the dense wrinkles on his face also indicate that this person is not very sophisticated.

"It's okay, it's okay," Chu Yan said, "Master, just say whatever you want."

Hearing the words, the old monk relaxed slightly and said, "Amitabha, Your Majesty, this, this..."

Seeing that the old monk had a troubled expression on his face and hesitated to speak, he turned sideways and raised his hand, "Master, don't be anxious. Go into the room and speak slowly."

"No, no, no," the old monk waved his hands repeatedly, then summoned up the courage to ask in a low voice, "May I ask, Your Majesty, is Xuan Ming working under your account at the moment?"

The old monk asked such a question and immediately guessed the person's identity, "Master, are you Xuan Ming's master?"

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Unexpectedly, as soon as he said these words, the old monk looked ashamed and his eyes were red, "This poor monk is not worthy of being his master."

The average life expectancy of people in the Tang Dynasty was less than sixty years old. Without deep spiritual cultivation, the eighty-year-old man was already in his twilight years and very old. Seeing that the old monk was stooped and unsteady, he did not speak to him from outside the door.

He opens the door, pulls him into the room and asks him to take a seat.

He took the second seat and poured tea for the old monk, "Master, Shi Xuanming is my friend. He is very good now. Because of his contribution to the country, he has been named a general by the imperial court and has a third-rank official position."

It was summer at this time, and the night was not cold, but the old monk was shivering, "General? Third grade?"

"Yes, your Zhengzhou governor is from the third rank, he is the third rank, and his official position is greater than that of the Zhengzhou governor." A popular explanation.

"Oh, good, he has a future." The old monk cried with joy, tilting his head and wiping away tears.

"Master, don't worry, Shi Xuanming and I are brothers in life and death. He advances and retreats with me, and I share honor and disgrace with him." He Sheng said.

"Okay, okay, okay. Being able to follow the prince is also a blessing accumulated by his good deeds and virtues in his previous life." The old monk said.

I didn’t know the purpose of the old monk’s late-night visit. Seeing that the old monk was still hesitant to speak after I told him about Shi Xuanming’s situation, he asked, “Master, you are Shi Xuanming’s master and my elder. Do you have something to say?

But it doesn’t matter.”

"Alas." The old monk closed his eyes and sighed.

The old man did not react as quickly as the young man, nor was he in a hurry. He looked at the old monk calmly, waiting for him to speak.

After a long silence, the old monk finally spoke, "Your Majesty, this poor monk has a merciless request."

"Please speak," he said.
Chapter completed!