When the old monk and the two young monks approached, the handsome scholar among the four stood up quickly with a look of admiration. He clasped his hands together, nodded slightly, and said: "It turns out that he is the Yichan master of Shaolin Temple. I am honored to meet you.

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The Zen master wearing a gray-brown cassock raised his head, revealing a pair of kind eyes and a kind face. Just from this look, he was a highly virtuous and respected monk who cared about all sentient beings.

"Amitabha!"

Master Yizen murmured softly, clasped his hands and lowered his head, which was regarded as a return gift.

"Master Yizen also wants to stay at Qingfeng Inn for one night?"

The handsome scholar seemed very interested and continued to ask the old monk, but he immediately knew that he had asked a very stupid question.

Because it was midnight, the sky was full of wind and snow, and the temperature was extremely low. Master Yichan and the two young monks were already covered with thick white snow.

Master Yichan had a high level of cultivation and naturally did not feel the cold, but the two young monks could not help but tremble a little.

The three of them came straight towards the Qingfeng Inn, definitely to rest.

That's why the handsome scholar felt that he had asked a very stupid question.

"Amitabha!"

"Exactly."

Master Yizen nodded slightly, and then walked into the inn with the two young monks.

"Meet the master."

The shopkeeper had long heard the conversation outside and had been waiting early. When he saw Master Yichan walking in, he hurriedly spoke.

There is no doubt that this is an eminent monk in Buddhism.

For ordinary people, believing in Buddhism is a dead idea. In the Southern Song Dynasty, the number of believers in Buddhism was the largest.

Every day, people pray to Buddha and Bodhisattva for blessing, which is obviously evident.

The shopkeeper of Qingfeng Inn is no exception. He is also a Buddhist.

Of course, to be able to open such an inn, the shopkeeper is also used to seeing martial arts people. Although he has no martial arts skills and cannot clearly see the cultivation of those martial arts people, he still has good eyesight.

From the respect that the handsome scholar in the wooden shed showed to the old monk and the fearful looks in the eyes of the other three, the shopkeeper guessed the identity of this eminent monk and his extraordinary strength.

"Amitabha!"

"Shopkeeper, please serve us a table of vegetarian dishes and a pot of hot tea."

Now two young monks were talking. The one speaking was the monk on the left. He was about 27 or 28 years old and had four scars on his head.

After receiving the response, the shopkeeper immediately went to the kitchen to give orders to the waiter.

Another young monk was fourteen or fifteen years old and had only three scars on his head. The two young monks walked into the inn and stopped beating the wooden fish.

"Master, shall we sit here?"

The twenty-seven or eight-year-old monk asked Master Yizen. At the same time, he glanced at the two tables where the Six Heroes and Thieves of Momoyama were located. He felt the aura of the crowd, but there was no expression on his face.

Master Yizen nodded slightly, and then the three of them walked to a table in the corner and sat down.

"Could it be..."

Listening to the sound of wooden fish coming from far and near, and seeing an eminent monk and two monks walking in, everyone in the inn couldn't help but look in surprise.

Tao Xin looked at Master Yizen's cassock, then looked at his face, thoughtfully, and seemed to recognize him.

Then, Tao Xin stood up and walked towards the table of three monks.

"The little girl Zhang Lin'er meets Master Yichan!"

Taoxin's body was trembling a little, as if she was very excited, her tone was also trembling, and her eyes were full of gratitude.

The two young monks had already noticed Taoxin walking over, but they didn't pay much attention.

At this moment, Tao Xin spoke, and the two of them were just waiting for Master Yizen's response and did not dare to reply casually.

Master Yizen looked at Tao Xin and frowned slightly, as if he felt that the little girl in front of him was somewhat familiar.

"Master, my father Zhang Tianping is the head of the Zhang family in Heavenly Medicine Valley. When I was young, I got a strange disease. My family comes from a family with medical skills, but I couldn't cure it. In the end, my father took me to

Shaolin Temple, I would like to see you, Master Yichan, who also cured my illness."

Tao Xin said.

It turned out that when Tao Xin was eleven years old, she suffered from a serious illness. It was so strange that even a family with medical skills was helpless. Moreover, at that time, Tao Xin's grandfather Zhang Quanyang had already died, and Baidu Jie no longer existed.

, the only solution is mother liquor, but this is useless.

Therefore, Tao Xin's father, the Zhang family of Tianyi Valley advocated Tianping, so he brought Tao Xin to Shaolin Temple. It is said that Zhang Tianping once saved a disciple of Shaolin Temple, and under the introduction of that disciple, he met a disciple of Shaolin Temple.

Zen master.

At that time, Tao Xin suffered from a strange disease, and was successfully treated by Master Yichan.

When Tao Xin said this, Master Yi Zen immediately recalled it.

It turned out that this girl was the little girl he saved back then.

"Amitabha."

"Nearly ten years have passed, has Ms. Zhang's strange disease ever recurred?"

Master Yichan clasped his hands together and murmured softly.

"Back to Master, after my strange disease was cured by Master, it has never recurred again. I also want to thank Master. My father once went to Shaolin Temple with generous gifts, but..."

Tao Xin said with a wry smile.

Shaolin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism. Buddhist monks are diligent in practicing and do not envy worldly fame, money and wealth. How can they accept the gift of thanks from their loving father?

"Oh! So it's you!"

Beside the table, the twenty-seven or eight-year-old monk suddenly screamed and looked surprised.

He also recognized Tao Xin.

About ten years ago, a middle-aged man brought a teenage girl to the Shaolin Temple to seek medical treatment.

Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist sect that focuses on cultivation, but it also has medical skills and specializes in treating some strange diseases and illnesses in the martial arts world.

At that time, Master Yizen rescued the little girl, and he was also present. However, he was still young at that time and could not remember clearly. Now that Tao Xin mentioned it, he also recalled it.

"Your strange disease can be cured, thanks to my master! But you can't accept the gift your father brought, because Shaolin Temple is Buddhism, if you do it in private..."

The monk said somewhat proudly.

"Huizhen!"

Master Yichan frowned and scolded the twenty-seven or eight-year-old monk.

It turns out that this young monk's name is Huizhen. At first glance, although this monk Huizhen has four scars on his head and a kind face, he seems to be a bit cunning and greedy for small gains.

"I usually ask you to copy more scriptures and understand the true meaning of Buddhism in order to wash away past evil obstacles and cultivate your mind. Why are you still so anxious?"

The voice of Master Yizen came out calmly.

The monk Huizhen's body was trembling slightly, and he was a little scared. It was not Master Yichan who was afraid, but he was afraid of copying the piles of scriptures, such as the Diamond Sutra, the Calming Mantra, the Great Compassion Mantra, etc. When he thought about it,

Thinking about him gives me a headache.

"Master, hehe, I am a little excited to see my old friend from ten years ago."
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