This Shaolin brothel has five floors, with pavilions, pavilions, singing and dancing pavilions, all of which are exquisite and elegant. It is no exaggeration to call it the Guidian Orchid Palace.
There is a stream in front of the brothel. Fragrant grass and green bamboos are planted on both sides of the stream. When the wind blows, the fallen flowers are like stars. The sound of bamboos is gloomy. A clear and melodious cry of cranes comes from the courtyard. Take a look around.
It's a beautiful scenery. When you hear the bamboo playing, you feel spring in your heart. It's true that "the bamboos are secluded, the pines are secluded, the waves sound melancholy, and the cranes dance gracefully."
If it weren't for the four golden characters "Shaolin Brothel" on the door, Qiao Zhenyue would have thought it was the private garden of an adult in the Jiangzuo court.
He took a closer look at the four golden characters of "Shaolin Brothel". The writing style was strong and powerful, and it didn't look like it was written by a layman. Then he saw that the inscription was actually the first Yuan Rong in the Yonghua Hall of Shaolin Temple.
There are ten halls and one sutra pavilion under the Shaolin Temple: Luohan Hall, Prajna Hall, Bodhi Hall, Discipline Hall, Zhengdao Hall, Confession Hall, Medicine King Hall, Relic Hall, Sutra Pavilion, Bodhidharma Hall, and Yonghua Hall. Each hall.
There is a headmaster in the academy, who are all highly respected eminent monks in Shaolin Temple.
"The Shaolin monk named the brothel?" Qiao Zhenyue felt a little unbelievable in his heart.
You must know that this Shaolin Temple is the leader of the Zen sect in the world. Under the rule of Master Luo Jie, it has been known as "all the masters in the world come from Shaolin". It can be imagined that its Buddhist teachings are high and the precepts are strict.
There is a brothel in the Buddhist holy land of Shaolin Temple, and it is even named after Shaolin. No one would have thought of such a thing.
Just when Qiao Zhenyue felt incredible, an old madam in the shop had walked out and spotted Qiao Zhenyue. She looked at Qiao Zhenyue's clothes. Although he looked rough, he looked extraordinary when sitting on a horse.
At first glance, Feng Leng is skinny with bones and bamboo ears. He is Dawan's bloody horse.
The old bustard knew that this Qiao Zhenyue must be a famous figure in the world. He pulled his red lips and swayed his willow waist and said: "Uncle, if you don't visit the Shaolin brothel when you come to Shaolin, then your visit to Shaolin Temple will not be in vain. We are here
The girl is young and beautiful, she has been trained, and she is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I guarantee that you will have a good time while playing."
When Qiao Zhenyue saw the old bustard coming, he felt that the law was not good. There were four kinds of people in the world that he should not offend: monks, Taoist priests, women, and the old bustard. There were two of them in the group, and if he offended them, he would have a headache for three to five days.
He reined in his horse to avoid the old bustard, thinking of escaping from this world as quickly as possible, but as soon as he ran away, the old bustard chased him with curses behind him.
She scolded her so fast that even the bloody car he sat on could not get away from her.
"It's a thing that cost you a thousand cuts. It's not fun to look for my mother. You just listen to me calling me uncle for nothing. A guy without balls doesn't know how to enjoy it when he comes to Shaolin brothel. He doesn't know how to enjoy it when he comes to Xidengfeng. He's just like that motherless guy."
A gentleman should go to Dongdeng to seal..."
"East Dengfeng, west Dengfeng?" Hearing the old bustard's scolding, Qiao Zhenyue was stunned, "When did Dengfeng City get its share of things?"
With this thought in his mind, he glanced towards the street. On the avenue leading to Songshan Shaolin, a vertical line of yellow paint divided the avenue into two.
Qiao Zhenyue looked at the yellow line. This yellow line, which was only as thick as the mouth of a bowl, started from the city gate and spread to the foot of Songshan Mountain. The Shaolin Temple's Main Hall was facing this street. This yellow line divided Dengfeng City. Maybe
Shaolin Temple should also be divided into two.
As he was thinking this, he saw a small stall selling steamed buns at the corner of the street.
This bun stall is strange. There is a bun stall on the east and west sides of this street. The signs are the same. They are both Hengshan Big Buns, but one is called Big Vegetarian Buns and the other is called Big Meat Buns.
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Qiao Zhenyue pulled up his horse and settled next to the meat bun stall.
"Brother, your buns are really good, they look delicious." Qiao Zhenyue looked at the steaming buns and said flatteringly.
The brother who bought the buns was also generous. He opened the steamer and showed a basket full of buns in front of Qiao Zhenyue: "Sir, how many do you want?"
Qiao Zhenyue rubbed his hands and said, "Ten come first."
"Okay." This person was not surprised how Qiao Zhenyue could eat ten buns by himself, so he wrapped the buns quickly and handed them to Qiao Zhenyue.
"Sir, there is a seat next to this stall. You can sit down and eat."
"No, it's better to eat while standing." Qiao Zhenyue waved his hand and took a big mouthful of the bun, "Oh, this soup is so filling and so delicious."
The brother who sold the buns smiled and said: "With more than ten years of craftsmanship, even the first one in Shaolin Temple said it was good."
Qiao Zhenyue was stunned and said: "The first seat of Shaolin Temple? Aren't you a meat bun? Can the first seat of Shaolin Temple still eat meat?"
"Sir, you are a foreigner." The brother looked like he was not surprised, "In this Shaolin Temple, the regular monks and lay monks have their own rules. The regular monks abide by the precepts, but the lay monks do not. You see the people on the street.
Is there a yellow line? The east side is where orthodox monks and laymen who believe in Buddhism live, and they must abide by the strict rules of Buddhism, while the west side is where lay monks, ordinary traders, and travelers live. Nothing is forbidden and they are free."
"Is it possible for lay monks to live freely here in West Dengfeng?" Qiao Zhenyue asked.
"Well, have you seen that Shaolin brothel? That is the property of Master Yuanrong, the first master of Yonghuatang. He is a lay monk of Shaolin Temple. Every night, the lay monks of Shaolin Temple go to this brothel to look for flowers and willows. They are so happy. Listen.
It is said that there is also a Buddhist worship hall specially prepared for lay monks, so they can have fun and worship Buddha without delay."
Jaw-dropping!
Qiao Zhenyue was dumbfounded when he heard this. He had long heard that Shaolin had a distinction between orthodoxy and secularity, but he did not expect that the distinction between orthodoxy and secularity had reached such an extent.
"You guys in the west are free and easy, but those in the east don't look jealous. How can you say that the righteous monks in the Shaolin Temple can tolerate the lay monks?" Qiao Zhenyue asked.
The brother selling steamed buns suddenly lowered his voice and whispered: "Are you going to Shaolin Temple for business? I think you look like a knight from out of town. Let me tell you, now the orthodox monks and lay monks in Shaolin Temple are
They looked down upon each other. There were six righteous monks and four lay monks in this hall. Although the righteous monks were nominally dominant, the two sects were equally matched, especially Yuanji, the head of Prajna Hall.
The leader of the lay monks is very violent. A few days ago, a few serious monks provoked trouble and he was punished by him. If you go to do business, be careful about this Yuanji."
Just as this brother was talking in a low voice, the brother opposite who was selling steamed stuffed buns with vegetarian stuffing said: "Second brother, you are talking bad things about Shaolin behind your back. You are disrespecting the Buddha by guarding that street corner and selling steamed buns stuffed with meat stuffing."
It turns out that the owners of these two steamed bun shops are brothers, the meat bun in the west is the second eldest, and the vegetarian bun in the east is the eldest. The eldest is dedicated to Buddhism and has great respect for the Shaolin Temple, while the second eldest brother can’t be said to have reverence for Buddha, and certainly can’t be said to hate him.
He just didn't want his elder brother to take care of him all the time, so he went to sell meat buns.
In fact, all brothers in the world are the same. Regardless of their annoyance or lack of confidence in their hearts, although the two of them are connected by blood, there will always be some small contradictions and conflicts in their conversations.
The second child heard the boss's lesson and although he was dissatisfied, he didn't say anything more.
Qiao Zhenyue held the bun in his hand and looked at the majestic gate of Shaolin Temple. His heart was empty and frightened. Over the years, he had respected Master Jie and had never arranged a secret disciple to Shaolin. However, he did not expect that the internal dispute between orthodoxy and secularity in Shaolin had already begun.
At this point, I still don’t know what the opinions of the formal and secular factions of Shaolin Temple will be on Baiyun’s independence this time.
