In Longzhou, King Kong temple and Luohan hall, a little monk held a tray with a martial arts secret script in it. He walked into a Buddhist hall and handed over the middle-aged monk humanitarian in front of him: "martial uncle Zhishan, the task you entrusted to Sanhe gang in Sanhe County, Taozhou has been completed. This is the martial arts secret script they sent."
In the Buddhist hall sat a middle-aged monk in gray linen who was chanting scriptures.
He has ten ring scars on his head and a scar on his face from the center of his eyebrow to the right of his nose. He is nearly two meters tall and strong. He looks only thirty or forty years old. His skin is faintly reflective of yellow metal nature.
After careful observation, although the monk''s face is ferocious, his face is very kind and his temperament is flat and quiet. At first glance, he has a high level of Buddhism.
When Zhishan heard the little monk''s words, he opened his eyes, "Oh? So Fang Jushi has passed away? What a pity, a good seedling of Luohan hall."
The little monk raised the martial arts script in his hand and asked, "this is the martial arts script..."
Zhishan picked it up, turned it over at will, shook his head, threw it on the table in front of him and said, "has the secret script spread?"
The little monk thought for a moment and said, "listen to elder martial brother huiding. It''s not spread. The Sanhe Gang is very disciplined."
Zhishan nodded and said, "I still know some Jianghu rules. No more people need to clean up. Then give the task reward to Sanhe Gang according to the originally agreed task reward."
The little monk nodded and said, "yes, martial uncle Zhishan."
The little monk left the Buddhist hall and said to elder martial brother huiding, who was waiting for news outside Luohan Hall: "martial uncle Zhishan has confirmed that the task has been completed. The reward of Sanhe gang can be distributed."
Hui nodded and said, "thank you, younger martial brother Huitong."
Seeing that elder martial brother huiding was leaving, little monk Huitong hesitated and asked, "elder martial brother huiding, martial uncle Zhishan just said that he would clean up other Jianghu people practicing copper skin and iron bone skill. Why? Isn''t our Buddhism universal? Can''t our martial arts universal? We still need to see the door keeper?"
Huiding was stunned. Unexpectedly, the little monk Huitong would ask this question. However, Huitong is also an inner disciple. Now he doesn''t know, but he hasn''t learned it yet. It''s OK to tell him, so he replied truthfully: "My Buddhism is different from other sects. I don''t have a family view. If I have a chance, I can learn my Buddhist martial arts. However, we are very happy that our Buddhist martial arts participate in the Buddhist realm. If there is no corresponding Buddhist realm, learning is not beneficial but harmful! It''s not Buddhist martial arts, but demon martial arts focusing on killing! Therefore, if Buddhist martial arts spread, it will be necessary You need to get back, or you will have endless harm. "
The little monk nodded suddenly and said, "I see! Thank you, elder martial brother. Younger martial brother has been taught."
Huiding shook his head and asked with a smile, "it''s all right. I just have time. Younger martial brother, do you have any questions?"
After thinking for a while, the little monk asked carefully, "it''s not about Buddhism, is it OK?"
Hui fixed his head and said, "yes."
"Can you tell me what the Jianghu looks like? I haven''t been down the mountain yet?! the master always says that my Dharma is enough and I can''t go down the mountain."
Little monk Huitong didn''t see the envy in huiding''s eyes: how like he was when he was a child? He always wanted to grow up quickly and go down the mountain for experience. But when he really went down the mountain and began to experience, he knew the good in the temple!
If possible, he wants to stay in the temple all the time and doesn''t want to go down the mountain.