Junshan is under the wooden leaves. The empty water is long. I pour wine to calm my face. If you are not a guest from the west of Weicheng, don't sing Yangguan.
Drunken sleeves caress the dangerous fence. The sky is light and the clouds are clear. Who can survive this road? Looking back at the red sunset, it should be Chang'an.
——"The Sound of Flower Selling·Inscribed on Yueyang Tower" by Zhang Shunmin (Song Dynasty)
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The monk smiled and said: "Shaolin is the first of the seven martial arts sects in the Central Plains. It is the supreme martial arts sect and the largest Buddhist sect since the Tang Dynasty. There are more than 2,000 ordained monks under the sect and there are many masters. This does not include Shaolin all over the country.
Shaolin disciples and Shaolin elders travel around the world. Who can refuse to give face? Who dares to offend the black and white?
In addition, the Shaolin Temple has more than 10,000 acres of land, and no tax is payable on the annual income; there are thousands of palaces and pavilions, second only to the royal palace in Luoyang. Pilgrims and lay people worship devoutly, and have accumulated countless temple donations over the years...
Shaolin Temple is not just a temple, but it is the richest man in Luoyang.
Therefore, who is not envious of the position of the abbot of Shaolin Temple? The reason why Abbot Kongjian repeatedly compromised with the emperor is because without the support of the emperor, it would be difficult for him to keep his position as abbot."
The pilgrim stroked his beard and tasted it carefully, nodded in agreement, and said: "This is true, power and wealth, either of them, are enough to tempt people. Faced with this kind of temptation, it is difficult for Buddhism to be pure.
When the Fifth Patriarch Hongren passed the mantle to Patriarch Huineng, Shenxiu's disciples hunted Huineng for more than ten years. Even after Patriarch Huineng passed away, they still sent people to chop off Patriarch Huineng's physical head.
It can be seen that the struggle for power does not distinguish between temples and temples. As long as there is fame and fortune, there will be rivers and lakes."
The monk said: "Abbot Kong Jian's first disciple has long been dissatisfied with his master's management methods and thinks the abbot is too conservative:
First, in terms of Zen genealogy, Huineng’s lineage became the authentic Zen sect;
Second, in terms of status in the arena, Wudang, Emei, Kunlun and other sects have risen rapidly. Especially Wudang, in recent years, has competed with Shaolin in the arena, and even has a tendency to overtake Shaolin. If no action is taken, Shaolin will never be the same again.
The supreme martial arts king who shocked the martial arts world and made enemies frightened."
The pilgrim was a little confused and asked: "After all, he is just the first disciple, can he achieve great things?"
The monk replied: "This man has great martial arts skills and great ambitions. Over the years, he has used the opportunity of passing on the Dharma and teaching skills from his masters to deliberately recruit many young disciples and form a group of passionate young monks. His strength cannot be underestimated. As long as we are willing
Entrusting him with the position of abbot should be able to impress him."
The pilgrim asked again: "This man is very ambitious. If he gets the position of abbot, can he still be controlled by us?"
The monk smiled coldly and said: "As long as this person is not in the right position and the handle is in our hands, he must obey our instructions!"
After the pilgrim was silent for a moment, he changed the subject and said, "What about the two heads of Bodhidharma Academy and Luohan Hall? Based on their seniority, they should be the first in line, right?"
The monk said: "The head of the Luohan Hall suddenly passed away last year. He passed away very strangely, without any warning, and full of suspicions.
The appointment of the new first kakini elder of Luohan Hall was proposed by the temple supervisor, and abbot Kong Jian did not object. Although this man has strong martial arts skills, he has no brains and a violent and reckless temperament, which is not a cause for concern.
The head of the Bodhidharma Monastery was actually very wise, and he seemed to have seen something. Since the death of the head of the Luohan Hall, he excused himself to be unwell and went to the back mountain for retreat. He no longer took care of the daily temple affairs and handed over the relevant powers and responsibilities to Abbot Kong Jian.
, and left the rest of the chores to his disciples."
The pilgrim smiled and said: "In this case, now is indeed the best opportunity to incorporate Shaolin."
The pilgrim took out a stack of house deeds from his arms and handed it to the monk, saying: "This is the land and real estate in Luoyang. The fields are good farmland in the suburbs. The house is a big house with a view of the lake in the city. Which key people in the temple need to be roped in and managed?
, you can do things cheaply.
There is only one requirement: Shaolin’s monks, soldiers and supplies must be firmly in our hands.”
The monk clasped his hands together and promised to act in accordance with the orders.
After finishing the instructions, the pilgrim's expression softened and he smiled and said: "You have worked hard these years, and I will report all your contributions one by one. If great things happen in the future, I promise you to be the true master of Shaolin!"
The monk was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly kowtowed his thanks with his head pounding like garlic.
The two of them made detailed plans and left one after another.
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Bai Fu thought: "I remember that when I was in Qingcheng, I had great admiration and respect for Shaolin Wudang. Although I was far away in Bashu and couldn't get there physically, I yearned for it in my heart.
Unexpectedly, the first time I went to Shaolin, I would meet stupid people, and I felt resentful and disappointed. I didn’t expect that the interior of Shaolin was full of fog and dangers were everywhere. Now think about it, Qingcheng’s so-called flying camp and dogfighting are not allowed to happen in Shaolin.
It’s a matter of course.”
Thinking of Qingcheng, Bai Fu immediately worried about Yi Chan. Suddenly, he felt sad. A bad feeling came to his heart, as if something was blocking his heart, and he suddenly felt extremely tight in his chest.
Since leaving Chang'an, Bai Fu asked people to send more than a dozen letters to Yichan, but he did not receive a reply. This gave Bai Fu a bad feeling. This feeling is unclear and unclear, and it appears from time to time.
It wells up when I am alone, the moon is as cold as water, and my heart is sour and stuffy.
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When the surroundings quieted down, Bai Fu was as silent as a civet cat, scurrying out of the secret passage. This was just before dawn, and it was also the darkest moment.
Bai Fu turned his head and looked back. In the Buddhist hall, a golden Buddha sat cross-legged, holding a seal in his hand. The Buddha was compassionate and peaceful, staring at Bai Fu quietly, with endless compassion in his eyes...
Bai Fu's nose became sore, he made a pop, and knelt down in front of the Buddha, tears bursting from his eyes, and he sobbed silently.
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Bai Fu took advantage of the fact that it was still dark and sneaked back into the guest room where he was staying to see if his luggage was still there.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw four monks wearing bamboo hats and carrying two wooden barrels on their shoulders, preparing to go down the mountain to carry water. Bai Fu hurriedly hid in a dark corner of the courtyard wall to avoid these people.
These monks did not notice anything strange and muttered:
"It's really unlucky that I have to go down the mountain to fetch water before dawn."
"Isn't that right? When Nagaoka was here, we didn't have to do this work at all. Don't mention it, this kid Nagaoka is really strong and clumsy. He can carry as much water as the four of us by himself.
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"By the way, where has Nagaoka gone? I haven't seen him for three days."
"Senior brother, you still don't know?"
"what do you know?"
"Everyone found his carrying pole and wooden barrel in a stream in Guilin. It is estimated that he accidentally fell into the water while carrying water by the river and drowned."
"Oh, that's a pity. This kid is quite honest. It's a pity."
The monks sighed a few times, stopped mentioning this person, switched to other topics, walked and chatted, and walked out of the courtyard.
In the courtyard of the firewood shed, there was a man pounding rice and winnowing chaff. He was the practitioner who had broken firewood and stepped on the bucket wheel with Hu Changgang in the trough factory that day.
The man heard the conversation of the monks, stopped working, raised his head, and thought deeply. After a while, he continued to work, bending down to pound rice with great effort.
The moment he bent down, he glanced in the direction where Bai Fu was hiding, his eyes like a torch...