() Wu Song’s fist is bigger than a casserole. That monk is just an ordinary monk who looks for people to give out sesame oil money in the Main Hall. He stays in the Daxiangguo Temple on weekdays and doesn’t go out. He worships well and raises white and tender ones. How can he do that?
Can you withstand Wu Song's punch?
When the fist flew up, the monk was frightened to death!
The punch hit the bridge of the nose, causing the monk's nose to twist to one side. The red and white snot that flowed out were mixed together and smeared on his mouth.
Although the monk weighed 120 or 30 pounds, Wu Song's punch could even hit a tiger. He immediately fell to the ground and fell unconscious. Even the book of sesame oil flew to nowhere.
There were other monks nearby, and their faces changed when they saw it. Daxiangguo Temple is a royal temple, and even officials who come to visit are polite. Have you ever seen anyone going wild and beating people here?
The other men and women who were offering incense all moved away when they saw it. Some of the young ladies screamed uncontrollably, and some of them watched the excitement silently.
"This monk usually chases others for money for sesame oil, but this time he caused trouble!"
This sentence came out of nowhere in the crowd, immediately arousing a burst of approval.
"Bald donkey!" Wu Song rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the monk, and cursed: "My eldest brother asked kindly, but you, a bald donkey, are here to cause trouble. This punch is a slap to wake you up, so you don't look like a monk, but more like a monk."
selling."
When Wu Song said these words, one on the left was a "bald donkey" and the other on the right was a "bald donkey". The words were so unpleasant that all the monks present felt that they could not bear it.
After all, it was the monk of the temple who was knocked to the ground, so even if he was at fault, he should not be like this.
An experienced monk ordered two young monks to lift up the unconscious monk and treat him. He also ordered the monks to go to Xundu Temple and said to Ximen Qing and Wu Song: "The two donors came to this temple for sightseeing. It's okay to disrespect the Buddha.
I knocked down the monks of our temple, and now I need to come to the temple to take care of it."
"You, a monk, don't know something." Ximen Qing played with the Lei Gong Stone and said with a smile: "Just now, Xiao Ke asked the capital where the temple is located. I didn't expect this monk to recommend it. I had to donate money to tell you.
It was said that Buddhism was full of compassion, but unexpectedly it was only copper coins!"
As soon as Ximen Qing said these words, the crowd nodded slightly, some people showed a look of astonishment, and then looked at the monks with different eyes.
The mature monk heard what Ximen Qing said and shouted the Buddha's name: "Even if this is the case, how can we do something about the pure land of Buddhism? The two donors will wait here for a while, the capital temple will be here soon."
"When encountering this kind of thing, even a Bodhisattva would have to do Vajra Rage!" Ximen Qing chuckled and said, "What's more, my second brother is a straight person?"
When the mature monk saw that Ximen Qing was eloquent and even more eloquent than himself, he immediately shut up and stopped arguing. He clasped his hands and waited for the capital temple to deal with it.
The main hall was crowded with people, and more and more people were watching this commotion, blocking the door. Ximen Qing and Wu Song seemed to be fine, just waiting for Dusi to come.
Nadu Temple was currently talking to Elder Zhiqing at the abbot's office. When he heard the monk's report, his heart suddenly sank.
The monk who was beaten held a low position in the temple, but he was Dusi's new confidant. He went to the Main Hall and other places to ask for money for scented oil, most of which went into Dusi's pocket.
After hearing this, Elder Zhiqing asked Dusi Dao: "Junior brother, the sesame oil money has always been voluntarily donated by donors. How can anyone pester someone to ask for it? As a Dusi brother, do you know this?"
"Senior brother, I know nothing about this." Elder Zhiqing asked him when Dusi saw him. Naturally, he categorically denied it. Otherwise, he was afraid that his position as Dusi would be given away to others. Such an important position was unknown to him.
There are many pairs of eyes watching, and everyone's qualifications are not bad.
"The matter happened in the Mahavira Hall. How can we argue in front of the Buddha?" Elder Zhiqing sighed: "Junior brother, I'd better go there in person and invite the person to the abbot's room properly so that I can ask him."
Dusi just hoped that it would have nothing to do with him at this time, so he immediately responded and ordered the monk who came to report the news to lead the way to the Main Hall in a hurry.
Seeing the dark crowd surrounding the entrance of the Main Hall from a distance, Dosi felt his scalp was numb. He walked closer and looked through the crowd, and saw that his novice confidant was unknowingly being set up by fellow monks, and a person in the middle watched.
The one who went up was dressed as a young man, and there was another majestic man, who must have taken action just now.
Dusi suddenly had an idea in his mind. Instead of coming forward, he asked the monk to come forward and invite him.
The monk knew that the temple was afraid of trouble. Fortunately, the abbot, Elder Zhiqing, called him and boldly stepped forward and said: "Two donors, the abbot of this temple has invited you."
Ximen Qing, the host of Daxiangguo Temple, vaguely remembered that he was also a person with the word "Zhi". In Water Margin, Lu Zhishen was treated with a different eye, so he asked: "But Elder Zhiqing?"
"It's really Elder Zhiqing." The monk replied.
"In that case, lead the way!" Ximen Qing nodded and called for Wu Song to go with him.
The monk ushered him away, but the crowd saw that there was no good show to watch, and the troublemaker was invited away by the host, so they all dispersed in a hurry.
Ximen Qing's sharp eyes saw a chubby monk flash past in the crowd, and he suddenly felt a little suspicious.
When Nadu Temple saw Ximen Qing glance at him, he hurriedly shrank his neck, blended into the crowd and took a shortcut to the abbot's room.
When they arrived at the place, Dusi saw the door of the abbot's room open, presumably Elder Zhiqing was preparing to welcome guests, so he hurriedly rushed in and panted heavily to greet Elder Zhiqing.
"Junior brother, why are you sweating profusely?" Elder Zhiqing saw that Nadu Temple was running so fast that even the monk's robe was lying on one side, and he suddenly felt dissatisfied: "A monk has the appearance of a monk. Junior brother, how can we run a capital temple like this?"
After hearing this, Du Si felt like a bucket of ice water poured down from his head. The sweat all over his body suddenly disappeared. He straightened his monk's robe, cupped his hands and said, "This is what senior brother taught me."
Elder Zhiqing said nothing. As soon as Dusi found a seat and sat down, he heard the monk at the door report: "Two donors are here."
Elder Zhiqing led Dusi to the door and saw that Ximen Qing and Wu Song were of extraordinary temperament. Especially Ximen Qing saluted with a smile, showing his magnanimity. Not only did Elder Zhiqing neglect him, he personally invited them into the abbot's room, and also
Order the young novice monk to serve fragrant tea.
"This elder Zhiqing seems to be a wise man." Ximen Qing thought to himself and said, "I'm afraid the elder has heard about what happened just now."
At this point, I saw a fat man with a big head holding a tea cup to cover his face. Isn't this what he saw in the crowd just now?
Seeing that there was still sweat on the fat monk's bald forehead, Ximen Qing smiled to himself and asked, "Who is this great monk?"
"This is the Du Temple of our temple." Elder Zhiqing was slightly surprised when he heard this: "Junior brother Cai Du Temple went to invite the two benefactors, why didn't he meet them?"
Ximen Qing smiled and said nothing. Elder Zhiqing recalled the panting look in Dusi, and he immediately had the answer in his mind. He clasped his hands and said, "The monks in this temple are not practicing enough, so the donor is laughing."
Ximen Qing didn't pursue the matter. He first asked about the name and then asked about the vegetable garden of Daxiangguo Temple.
Dusi breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. When Ximen Qing asked about this matter, he replied honestly: "There is only one vegetable garden in our temple, which is on the wall between the Yue Temple outside the Zizao Gate. I just don't know what the donor Ximen asked about the vegetable garden.
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Ximen Qing suddenly realized that he had always thought that the vegetable garden was only in Daxiangguo Temple, but he never thought that it was somewhere else. He asked again: "Is the monk in charge of the vegetable garden Master Zhishen?"
When Dusi heard Ximen Qing mention Lu Zhishen's name, he first became suspicious. He had heard about it from Elder Zhiqing about Lu Zhishen's quarrel with the monks' hall in Wutai Mountain, and he had also recommended him for the position of Caiyuanzi manager. Could it be that Ximen Qing
Have some friendship with Nalu Zhishen?
Elder Zhiqing nodded and said: "It is Junior Brother Zhishen. Since the vegetable garden came under his management, all the infringements of the Junjianmen and the broken houses have disappeared, and the supply of ten tons of vegetables every day is correct. This is his credit. Donor Ximen mentioned
Junior brother, is there something old with him?"
It turns out that Lu Zhishen is really living in the vegetable garden, so that will be easy.
Ximen Qing and Wu Song looked at each other and replied: "Who in the world knows the name of Master Zhishen? My two brothers and I first arrived in Tokyo. When we heard that Master Zhishen was there, we couldn't help but want to make friends with him."
After hearing this, Toushi thought to himself: "He is indeed a piece of shit, no wonder he reaches out and hits someone!"
Elder Zhiqing praised Shandao: "Junior Zhishen turns out to have such a great name! The Ziziphus Gate is divided into old and new ones, but the vegetable garden of our temple is near the old Ziziphus Gate."
Only then did Ximen Qing realize that when he entered Tokyo yesterday, he passed by the Jujube Gate and had missed it.
Now that the goal has been achieved, Ximen Qing stood up and said goodbye to Elder Zhiqing: "Thank you, Elder, for your advice. I will go and look for it soon."
Elder Zhiqing and Dusi sent him out of the door. Ximen Qing and Wu Song hurried to the old Suanzao Gate. The Yue Temple was also a lively place, so it was not difficult to find a vegetable garden.
After seeing off Ximen Qing and Wu Song, Elder Zhiqing snorted heavily: "Junior brother, you did a good job!"
The sweat that had just fallen from Nadu Temple suddenly started to flow down his bald head: "Brother, please listen to my explanation."
Ximen Qing and Wu Song arrived at the Old Suanzao Gate and asked where the Qingyue Temple was. When they came to look for the vegetable garden, they had already seen a big gap in the wall next to it. They saw this vegetable growing inside, and they knew it was the vegetable garden of Daxiangguo Temple.
The two boldly stepped in, and heard twenty or thirty rogues not far away gathered in a circle and kept cheering.
"Could it be that Lu Zhishen is practicing martial arts?"
Ximen Qing and Wu Song came closer and saw a fat monk inside who had stripped naked except for a pair of shorts. His body was beautifully embroidered, and he was holding a thick iron Zen staff. He raised it and said to the crowd: "Although you applaud, but
I don’t know what’s so wonderful about the Sa family’s skills? When I have time, I’ll ask some of you to do some boxing and kicking! There are many outstanding people in Bianliang, Tokyo, but the Sa family can’t meet them. They drink and have fun with you gangsters every day, and even their kung fu has fallen behind.
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I heard someone among the rogues shout loudly: "Master is a true Arhat. He just smashed a willow tree as thick as a bowl with a shovel. How can ordinary people compare with this level of skill?"
Wu Song heard this and squeezed in to take a look. Sure enough, a willow tree as thick as a bowl next to the fat monk was cut into two pieces, revealing white stubble on the wood.
This time he turned his head and monk Lu Zhishen turned around. Seeing Wu Song's majestic body and majestic appearance, he raised his hand and shouted: "Speak of a hero, and a hero will come! Will the strong man be willing to come down and practice with Sajia?"