Xiao Yao led King Jinlun and others to Shaoshi Mountain. It was only half a day before he had time to have any official contact with Shaolin Temple. However, due to the greatness of this matter, Xiao Yao had already decided to do it himself in advance. Therefore, under his comprehensive arrangement, Shaolin Temple had actually received some news through various channels. Otherwise, the brigade of Mongolian military horses suddenly appeared at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. Shaolin Temple might have been on guard and on guard. However, although it was so calm on the surface, Xiao Yao could also imagine that in the face of such matters that were directly related to life and death, Shaolin Temple might have been undercurrents under the calm surface. It was precisely because of this that he wanted to sneak into Shaolin Temple and find out some tricks.

Carrying a load of firewood, Xiao Yao pretended to be heavy and walked slowly on the stone steps of the mountain road. In this midsummer, although he could easily use the internal strength of the Nine Yin to fight the heat and keep himself refreshed at all times, he thought of an ordinary farmer carrying such a heavy bundle of firewood. Although the green pines and cypresses on the Shaoshi Mountain were shaded by green trees, it would be a bit abnormal if he had no drop of sweat. Therefore, under his deliberate efforts, within a short while, he was sweating all over by his internal strength and his face turned red. At first glance, he was like a poor farmer who had been working hard in the sun for most of the day.

Thinking that there was no mistake in this outfit, Xiao Yao buried his head and walked straight towards Shaolin Temple. Far away, he suddenly saw a pavilion halfway up the road. Two monks in the pavilion were constantly looking down at the foot of the mountain, looking at their eyes, as if they were facing the place where King Jinlun was camping. Seeing this, Xiao Yao had an idea and thought, "These two may have been sent from Shaolin Temple to monitor King Jinlun and their eyes, maybe... I can let these two take me into the temple." As soon as he thought of this, he deliberately walked very slowly, pretending to be panting and exhausted. As soon as he arrived outside the pavilion, he immediately put down his firewood to rest. Seeing this, the two monks in the pavilion didn't care. One of the monks kindly handed over the water bag he carried with him and said, "My fellow villager, the weather is hot, it's not easy for you to put in your strength, come and have a drink of water."

When Xiao Yao heard the monk's sincere tone, he was really moved. He also looked grateful and thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness, thank you for your kindness." As he said that, he took the water bag and drank it. After drinking this breath, he really fully demonstrated the simple characteristics of the country people. When the water bag was returned to the monk, there was no drop left in it.

Looking at his empty water bag, the monk looked at Xiao Yao and had to smile bitterly, put it in his monk's robes again, and couldn't help but complain in his heart. The two of them were ordered to monitor the Mongolian team at the foot of the mountain. If there was any movement, they had to report to the abbot as soon as possible. Since Xiao Yao led the team here, they had to go back and forth several times in the morning. And it was a good idea that the weather was not so hot, but it was afternoon, which was the hottest time of the day. Although there were shades of trees in the pavilion, they could not stand the dry mouth and tongue. Without this bag of water, the monk was afraid that he would suffer from thirst.

Another monk looked at a large bundle of dry firewood on Xiao Yao's back and kindly reminded him: "My fellow villager, are you picking this firewood to sell in the temple? These days, the abbot issued a decree to prevent outsiders from entering the temple, so you might as well not go."

Xiao Yao was surprised, first showed a look of anger, deliberately raised his voice, and shouted like a villager: "Why? I was doing well when I came two days ago, it was very hot. Isn't this a torment?" But then, he changed to a sad expression and said: "Oh, my son is in heat. Now he is pointing to selling the load of firewood, and he can exchange some money for him to treat his illness, but now..." As he said that, he frowned deeply, wanted to say something but stopped, and had already carried the load of firewood again. It seemed that he was planning to go down the mountain.

When the monk whose water bag was empty heard this, he couldn't help but feel compassionate and said, "My fellow villager, you don't know that the Mongolians are coming to our Shaolin Temple these days. The abbot was afraid that they would hurt the innocent, so he ordered that no one would enter the temple. It was just for your sake. But seeing that you are so pitiful, we can do it for the convenience. Junior brother, take him into the Xiangji Kitchen from the back door. If the temple knows, it will be said that he is a villager who is used to selling firewood, and it's okay."

The monk also said, "Yes, the temple does not allow outsiders to enter the temple, that is to be careful of Mongolian work. Why should these loyal and honest villagers cut off their livelihood?" When he said this, he seemed to be consciously speaking, so he hurriedly kept silent and led Xiao Yao to the back door to the temple, and took the dry firewood to the kitchen. The monk who owned the incense and accumulated the kitchen to calculate the firewood money, which was a total of five documents.

After the transaction was completed, Xiao Yao was about to find some excuse to separate from the monk, and then he secretly investigated in the temple. Guan Xiang's chef monk looked at him a few times, but suddenly said, "There will be distinguished guests in the temple these days. I don't know how many more guests will be. If there are too many, I will carry water and chop firewood. Now this person is too busy to say anything. I think this little brother is born strong, so why don't you help me for the time being, and count ten cents a day to give you until the distinguished guests leave?"

Xiao Yao thought about it and felt something was wrong: "The reason why I didn't come with the King of Jinlun is to be afraid that someone would recognize me. If I live in the temple directly, it would have to be exposed." Thinking of this, I wanted to refuse, but then I thought about it and said, "If I just stayed in the kitchen and didn't go anywhere except when I was acting, wouldn't that be fine? Although this move is still relatively risky, it is also another kind of security. After all, there is no risk of being captured in the accident. As for if I am hit by someone, I am a farmer now, which would be much easier to explain." Thinking of this, I deliberately showed a look of hesitation, and hesitated and neither said I would agree nor said I would agree.

The monk Guan Xiang Jichu had been worried for many days since he learned that the King of Jinlun and his group were about to arrive. He did not think that the Mongols were cruel. When he came this time, his mind would be different and he would have a plan, because the abbot decided on these things, and he was only thinking about how to do a good job of receiving them. But he had always heard that Mongolians were not happy when they had no meat to eat, but the first of the five precepts that monks had to follow was the precept of killing and fasting for meat. This may be a small matter elsewhere, but it was a big problem in Shaolin Temple. In contrast, insufficient manpower was not so urgent.

These two problems were very difficult for him. When he saw Xiao Yao at this time, he suddenly came up with an idea, which was to directly ask people outside the temple to be responsible for the Mongolian diet. In that case, those monks would not only save trouble, but also be able to entertain them very well without breaking the precepts. It was precisely because of this that he wanted to keep Xiao Yao wholeheartedly. At this time, he saw that Xiao Yao was already hesitant, so he kept persuading him.

Finally, when Xiao Yao saw the time was ripe, he reluctantly agreed, "Master, that's it, but ten cents a day are too small, at least... fifteen cents. I have a child in my family who is suffering from heatstroke, and is waiting to use the money..."

The monk Guan Xiang Ji Chu laughed and said, "Then we will make up for one word. Since there are sick people in your family, monks should be compassionate. I will give you a 20-money price. As long as you deal with me for these two days."
Chapter completed!