Inside Shaolin Temple.
Led by a young monk named Xu Qing, Li Xianyu came to Shaolin Zhike Academy.
Zhike Courtyard is a Shaolin hall dedicated to receiving Jianghu people and dealing with various Jianghu affairs.
"You stay here first, and someone has gone to report to the abbot, my uncle. About tomorrow, the abbot will send you to the Main Hall. Whether you can become a monk in Shaolin depends on your luck." After Xu Qing arranged for Li Xianyu, he The first pick left.
Li Xianyu took a deep breath and looked at the Zen room. The furnishings in the Zen room were very simple: a table, two benches, a bed, and two futons.
"Do I just make a mistake?" Li Xianyu sat on the bed and chuckled.
When Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu, A Bi and others were deceived into saying that they wanted to become a monk, the purpose was very simple, just to be able to travel with them, and by the way, they could 'cut off' the beauties when A'Zhu stole the foot sutra.
Unexpectedly, things changed, and what he said to deceive people actually came true.
"It's better to stay in Shaolin first. At least it's safer."
Li Xianyu comforted himself, still thinking about the Divine Foot Sutra.
In the evening, the sun sets.
Wang Yuyan, A'Zhu, A Bi, and Duan Yuxi returned to the inn at the foot of the mountain where the carriages and horses were stored.
The mood of the three women was mainly disappointment. Duan Yu was not only a little sad about Li Xianyu's becoming a monk, but also secretly happy.
Murong Fu was not found, which meant that he could continue to follow Wang Yuyan.
After having dinner together, the three women returned to the room.
"Where can I find my cousin next?" Wang Yuyan sat on the bed with a frown on her face.
Abi's eyes were also full of confusion.
A'Zhu sat in front of the dressing table, looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and said softly: "Even if the young master is not in Henan, Brother Bao San and the others must have come here.
There may be codes they left nearby. "
Hearing this, Wang Yuyan quickly said: "A'Zhu, do you know where to find my cousin and the others?"
A'Zhu muttered: "Brother Fengxi likes the excitement the most. The two heroes of the You family are posting hero posts in Juxian Village. It is probably the busiest place there."
"Juxian Manor..." Wang Yuyan said, "Then let's go to Juxian Manor early tomorrow morning to have a look."
"Okay." A'Zhu nodded, his eyes flashed slightly, and he whispered, "Brother Deng and the others got the news before that our young master came to the Shaolin Temple. It was definitely not groundless.
I want to go explore Shaolin. "
Wang Yuyan and Abi both looked at A'Zhu.
A'Zhu turned back to look at the two women and chuckled: "That smelly monk said that we women are not allowed to enter the temple, so I decided to go in and have a look, just in time to find out whether our young master has ever been to the Shaolin Temple."
"There are... countless Shaolin masters, A'Zhu, your strength..." Wang Yuyan was worried.
"Hehe, of course A'Zhu is not capable of breaking into Shaolin alone, but a monk can." A'Zhu chuckled, and as he spoke, he began to disguise himself and put on makeup.
Soon, Qiao A'Zhu became the monk Zhi Qing guarding the mountain gate.
"What a resemblance." Wang Yuyan sighed.
"But we don't have clothes like Shaolin monks." Abi hesitated.
"Who said no?" A'Zhu smiled, stood up and took out a monk's robe from his luggage, and said leisurely, "I have been prepared since the day I decided to come to Shaolin."
When she heard that Murong Fu had come to Shaolin, she actually had a bold idea in her mind. She wanted to use the art of disguise to steal the Shaolin Yijin Jing, which was highly valued by Master Murong.
While talking, he changed his clothes, put on wooden prosthetic feet under his feet, and used cotton to shrug his shoulders and protrude his abdomen. His body shape changed drastically, and his whole person was exactly the same as Zhiqing.
"Stinky girl, have you been planning to sneak into Shaolin for a long time?" Abi scolded with a smile, she knew A'Zhu best.
"Hehe, just wait here."
A'Zhu laughed playfully, then walked out of the room and rushed towards Shaoshi Mountain.
The night is getting darker.
A'Zhu has been studying the art of disguise since she was a child. Not only does she know how to disguise herself, but she can also imitate people's voices. She is also very smart and clever, and she sneaked into Shaolin without much effort.
Ever since Qiao Feng broke into Shaolin alone, the security in Shaolin has become much tighter than before, and there are many teams of black-clad monks patrolling late at night.
When asked by monks, A'Zhu sometimes said that noble people were visiting outside the temple, and sometimes said that he would help the abbot get something.
She looked like Zhiqing, and her voice was just like Zhiqing's. No one really suspected that she was fake.
Not long after, A'Zhu sneaked into Bodhi Courtyard.
"I remember Master Murong once said that the Yi Jin Jing was not stored in the Sutra Pavilion, but most likely in the Bodhi Courtyard."
A'Zhu silently thought that when Murong Bo was still alive, she had heard Murong Bo and Murong Fu discussing Yi Jin Jing several times, and she felt regretful every time.
Bodhi Courtyard is located on the west side of Shaolin, adjacent to Shaolin Chengdao Temple.
After A'Zhu entered, he found that Bodhi Courtyard was empty and seemed quieter than other halls. He walked through the front yard and came to the back hall, where he saw an oil lamp burning in the middle of the Buddhist hall.
There are three Buddha statues enshrined in the Buddhist hall, and there is a shiny bronze mirror screen under the Buddha statues.
There are five monks sitting on futons in front of the screen.
"What are you doing sitting here?" A'Zhu's bright eyes flashed, and he walked over and sat down next to the monk on the far right.
Several monks glanced at A'Zhu and then looked away.
"Brother, my master asked me to come here to strengthen security." A'Zhu imitated Zhiqing's voice, "I see it's deserted here. Why does master want me to come here to guard it?"
The monk sitting next to A'Zhu smiled and said, "Your master didn't tell you because he didn't want you to know."
"Tch, I think you don't know, senior brother, right?" A'Zhu snorted.
The monk was anxious and said calmly: "Who said I don't know? It's just 'a dream is like this'..."
Speaking of this, I was suddenly shocked and kept silent.
"Zhiqing, you don't seem to talk so much usually?" At this time, the monk sitting on the far left gave A'Zhu a cold look.
A'Zhu curled his lips and looked at a bronze mirror screen under the Buddha statue in front of him.
On the right side of the screen, there is a line of words engraved on it: All conditioned dharmas are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed as such.
"Is this a dream?" A'Zhu smiled at the corner of his eyes and glanced at the five monks. After being stunned for a while, he stood up and said, "I'll go for my convenience."
After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the temple. After taking only two steps, she suddenly turned around and reached out to touch the central point on the back of the monk on the far right.
Immediately afterwards, the figure was like the wind, taking action one after another, hitting the acupuncture points behind the second person, the third person, and the third person in turn.
The Westerner's expression changed drastically, and then he fainted and fell to the ground uncontrollably.
In recent days, A'Zhu Yiyi has been practicing Lingbo Weibu, and his Qinggong is much better than in the past.
"Zhiqing, what are you doing?" The monk on the far left glared at A'Zhu.
"Master, why are you here?" A'Zhu looked behind the monk and shouted in surprise.
The monk's expression changed and he quickly turned around.
Bang~!
A'Zhu struck the monk on the neck with his palm.
"Shaolin monks are only average in strength." A'Zhu chuckled and came to the bronze mirror screen.
Little did she know that Shaolin's more powerful monks had been sent out to look for Qiao Feng.
Moreover, very few people know the secret of Bodhi Courtyard. In order not to arouse suspicion, Shaolin has not sent any eminent monks to guard it.
A'Zhu stretched out his hand and pressed on '一', 'Meng', 'Ru', and 'IS' respectively. The bronze mirror screen made a rattling sound, and the entire screen slowly turned up. A'Zhu stretched out his hand and groped behind the screen for a while. , touched a small flat package, and suddenly felt happy.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, he first put the package into his arms. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a monk shouting: "There is a spy!"
A'Zhu looked back and saw that a young monk was rushing towards him. He was startled. He quickly looked around and found that there were no exits on both sides of the Buddhist hall. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
"We can only knock out this annoying little bald donkey first."
A'Zhu made a decision in his mind, rushed out of the temple to meet the young monk, and kicked him up.
The young monk quickly dodged and at the same time extended his right palm to push towards A'Zhu.
Bang~.
A'Zhu kicked the young monk between the legs with his right foot.
"Ah~."
The young monk crossed his legs and let out a scream, falling to the ground.
A'Zhu quickly walked out of the eaves of the Buddhist hall and saw several monks running towards the front yard of the Bodhi Courtyard. He had to change his route and ran towards the wall on the right. When he approached, he jumped and landed lightly on the wall.
"Where to go."
A middle-aged monk shouted loudly, pushed his right hand, and shot the nine Buddhist beads in his hand towards A'Zhu's back.
boom.
One of the beads hit A'Zhu hard on the right side of his back just as he jumped off the wall.
