Fang Yu turned to the north and looked to the east. There were hundreds of lamas on each side. Looking more carefully, he saw that some of the lamas were wearing dark yellow cassocks, and they were obviously the leaders of groups.
Fang Yu said: "His grandma's family, there are at least four to five thousand people here."
Cheng Channel: "One hundred and twenty-five leaders, a total of 3,208 lamas."
Fang Yu praised: "It's true that you can count them so clearly."
Cheng said: "Then what should we do next?"
Fang Yu was speechless.
When faced with difficult situations face to face, he is naturally good at telling lies and getting away with things.
But now that the other party has mobilized more than 3,000 people and surrounded them, it is obvious that everything is well planned, but he has no idea how to deal with it.
Hearing Chengtong ask this, he also asked: "What should we do?"
Cheng Chuan said: "Looking at the other party's intentions, they certainly want to kidnap Master Xing Chi. They will probably have to wait until night to attack from all sides."
Fang Yu said: "Why don't you attack now?"
Cheng Dao: "On Mount Wutai, the Huang Temple of Lamas has always been on good terms with our Qing Temple of the Buddhist clan in the Central Plains. There are many monks in the Qing Temple. There are ten temples on top of the platform and ten temples outside. Although the lamas in the Huang Temple are overbearing, they are also
Don't dare to bully us. If we attack during the day, it will definitely arouse the support of all the green temples."
Fang Yu said: "Then let's send people out immediately, notify the abbots of each green temple, and ask them to send a large number of monks to fight to the death with the lamas."
Chengtong shook his head and said: "Nine out of ten monks in the green temples in Wutai Mountain don't know martial arts. Even those who know martial arts have mediocre skills. I haven't heard of any good ones."
Fang Yu said: "Then they are unwilling to come to help?"
Cheng said: "There will be no shortage of people coming to help, I'm afraid they will just lose their lives in vain."
Fang Yu said: "Should we just surrender?"
His fighting spirit has never been strong, and he wants to surrender if he can't defeat him.
Cheng said: "It doesn't matter if we surrender, Master Xingchi will definitely be captured by them."
Fang Yu thought: "I wonder if the Shaolin monks know the identity of Master Xingchi."
Fang Yu asked: "What is their purpose of coming in large numbers to rob Master Xingchi? They came once a few months ago, but fortunately everyone was able to scare them away. This time there were much more people."
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Chengtong pondered and said: "Master Xingchi is a person with a great background. He was either involved in the rise and fall of the martial arts in the Central Plains, or he was closely related to the dispute between the Qingmiao and Huangmiao. The reason for this has not been mentioned by Senior Brother Chengxin. Uncle Master
Since we don’t know, we don’t know even more.”
Fang Yu remembered that he had an imperial letter written by the emperor and could dispatch civil and military officials, and said: "The matter is urgent now. Although our Shaolin monks have high martial arts skills, they are outnumbered. How can thirty-seven monks defeat his three thousand lamas? I must
You have to go down the mountain and ask for help immediately."
Cheng Channel: "I'm afraid that water far away cannot save the fire near."
Chengtong nodded and said: "It seems that this is the only way. We thirty-seven Shaolin monks, plus our uncle's children, have to resist more than three thousand lamas. That is absolutely impossible, but we must rush through the gaps.
But it’s not that difficult.”
Fang Yudao: "I'm just afraid that Master Xingchi and his master, Master Yulin, won't agree. They say life and death are the same, and it doesn't make any difference whether you escape or not."
Chengtong frowned and said, "I'll ask my uncle to give me some advice."
Fang Yu shook his head and said: "There is still a way to persuade Master Xingchi. I have to persuade the old monk from Yulin. I have to admit defeat. This is called a mouse pulling a tortoise, and there is no place for it."
Fang Yu looked down and saw groups of lamas sitting scattered everywhere. They seemed chaotic but evenly distributed. There were even more people walking up and down the mountain.
When the sky darkened, these three thousand lamas rushed up. The monks in Qingliang Temple could only shout, "My Buddha is compassionate."
Fang Yu thought to himself: "What the hell, what kind of monk am I doing? If I become a lama, wouldn't I be so proud now that I don't have to worry about anything? I usually eat meat and go to the brothels, and that doesn't count."
When he thought of the word "visiting a brothel", an idea flashed in his mind.
He had some concerns, so he remained calm and said, "I'll go back to the meditation room and take a fucking nap."
Chengtong was stunned and stared at him. Fang Yu ignored him, went down the peak, returned to the temple and entered his room.
Not long after, four monks, Cheng Xin, Cheng Guan, Cheng Guang and Cheng Tong, came together to ask for an audience.
Fang Yu let the four people into the room, and saw panic on their faces. He stretched, yawned, and asked lazily, "What do you want?"
Chengxin said: "The lamas gathered at the foot of the mountain, and it is obvious that the general will be detrimental to our temple. I would like to hear the abbot's plan to deal with it."
Fang Yu said: "I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't come up with any good ideas, so I had to go to bed. Everyone was in doom, so we had to accept it. When a knife comes to the neck, someone cuts him with a knife, and then bumps him with his neck. Let's see if the knife is sharp.
, whether you can cut it or not, you can get in."
Chengxin and the other three monks knew that he was talking nonsense, but Chengguan believed it and said, "The knives of the lamas seem to be very sharp, and our necks cannot withstand it.
Uncle Master, it’s good for a monk to be aloof from the world and accept everything. But if a knife comes to your neck, it’s too much. At that time, Patriarch Bodhidharma didn’t teach people to just take a knife and not resist. Otherwise, everyone wouldn’t have to learn martial arts.”
Fang Yu nodded and said, "According to Master Chengguan's opinion, it won't work if a knife is applied to the neck?"
Cheng Guan said: "No. But it's okay if it's like a fist to the chest or a foot to the abdomen."
His internal strength is so profound that even if the opponent punches or kicks him without resisting, he only needs to use his internal strength to bounce the punches and kicks away.
Fang Yu said: "Those lamas all carry swords and Zen staffs. Is there any way to enlighten them so that they don't use weapons?"
Cheng Guan was stunned and said: "I'm afraid these lamas are unreasonable. Getting them to put down their butcher's knives doesn't seem to be possible overnight."
Fang Yu said: "This is difficult. I wonder if the four nephews have any clever ideas?"
Chengxin said: "For the current plan, only everyone has protected Yulin. Xingchi and Xingchi took the opportunity to rush out. They aim to kidnap Master Xingchi. The other monks in the temple don't know martial arts, so neither can these lamas."
It will cause harm."
Fang Yu said: "Okay, let's go talk to the three old monks."
Immediately he led the four monks to the small temple at the back of the mountain. The young novice monks went in. Yulin and others heard the abbot's arrival and went out to greet him. Upon seeing him, Yulin, both crazy and crazy, were greatly astonished.
The three monks only said that the new abbot, Zen Master Huiming, was the younger brother of Abbot Huicong of Shaolin Temple. He was a very young eminent monk. Unexpectedly, it was him.
Yulin and Xingchi immediately understood that it was an arrangement by the emperor to protect their father.
The rules of the Buddhist family are very strict. The abbot is the master of a temple, and Yulin and others greet him with courtesy. Fang Yu returns the courtesy respectfully, and they enter the Zen room together. Yulin invites him to sit down on the futon in the middle, while the others stand on both sides.
Fang Yu was very happy: "I am sitting in the middle, and the old emperor is standing beside me to serve. Even the little emperor is not so majestic."
Fang Yu suppressed his smile and said, "Master Yulin, Master Xingchi, please take a seat."
Yulin and Xingchi sat down.
Yulin said: "The abbot, Master Qingliang, and the young monk are waiting to visit me in the future. The abbot will personally come to visit you. I am very uneasy."
Fang Yu said: "It's easy to say. I know that the three of you don't like to be disturbed by others, so I haven't come to see you. If it hadn't been for something big happening today, I still wouldn't have come."
He often heard the old monk humbly call him "Lao Na", thinking that he was young, so he called himself "Xiao Na". The monks heard his whimsical thoughts and made up a name, which made them secretly laugh.
Yulin said, "Yes." But he didn't ask what the big deal was.
Fang Yu said: "Senior nephew Chengguang, please tell the three of you."
Yulin knew that the name of the new abbot was "Huiming", and also knew that the "Hui" generation in Shaolin Temple was one generation higher than the "Cheng" generation. However, seeing the naughty young monk, he treated the former abbot of the temple with solemn and kind words.
The virtuous old monk called him "Master's nephew", but he was still startled.
Chengguang responded respectfully, and then told him that thousands of lamas were besieging the temple and so on.
Yulin closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then opened his eyes and said, "May I ask Master Abbot how to deal with this."
Fang Yudao: "These lamas and monks
People sit or stand around the temple, just enjoying the scenery, with no other intention. The scenery here is elegant, and there are also people who come to enjoy the mountains and rivers."
Xing Dian couldn't help but said: "If I were to enjoy the scenery, I wouldn't have surrounded our temple and stayed away for several hours. They must have come to capture Senior Brother Xing Chi."
Fang Yu said: "Xiao Na thinks in his heart that all the green temples and yellow temples in the world are disciples of the Shi family under my Buddha's seat. If they want to invite Master Xingchi to go, they must also admire the three masters for their profound Dharma. Please go to the lamasery to give lectures.
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Maybe all the lamas admire our Chinese Buddhism and become monks instead of lamas. That would also be an excellent opportunity."
Xingdian shook his head repeatedly, disapprovingly, and said, "Not necessarily, not necessarily."
Cheng Guan said: "Uncle Abbot, then why do they all bring weapons?"
Fang Yu folded his hands and said: "They brought Zen sticks and swords, and they were fierce. Maybe they really wanted to kill the monks in the temple. The Buddha said: "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
We treat ourselves as horses and suffer from our necks. This is called if I don’t behead others, who will behead them? There is neither birth nor death, neither impurity nor purity. There is death because of birth, and there is death because of having a head. The Buddha has three virtues: great concentration.
, great wisdom, great compassion.
When lamas come with swords, we don't hear or see, don't see or know, this is great concentration; they raise their swords to cut, we think that their swords are empty, and empty is their swords, this is great wisdom; one sword will kill us
The bald heads will be chopped off, and everyone will cry out in mourning, which is a great tragedy."
He listened to a lot of words in Buddhist scriptures for a long time in the temple, and started talking nonsense.
Cheng Guan said: "Uncle Fang Taishi, the word "sorrow" for "great compassion" is probably the "sorrow of compassion", not the "sorrow of sorrow".
Fang Yu smiled and said, "My nephew is right. I think it is extremely compassionate to cut my flesh to feed eagles and feed tigers. Even though those lamas are fierce and stubborn, they are better off than evil eagles and tigers. So we sacrifice our lives."
The wish to be like an evil lama is also a heart of great kindness and compassion."
Cheng Guan put his hands together and said, "Uncle Master, his wonderful wisdom is admirable."
Fang Yudao: "In the past, Master Yulin once said: "Monks have no fights with the world and accept it. If there is a disaster in Qingliang Temple, it will be inevitable." We passed away under the knife of the evil lama and went to the Western Paradise together. The journey was very lively.