Chapter 14: Money is the key, and it opens the door to convenience
There is an endless stream of pilgrims at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
Although this area now belongs to the Jin Kingdom, there are still many pilgrims from the southern Song Dynasty who come to burn incense and pray.
After the Tianlong era in the Northern Song Dynasty, the era of The Legend of the Condor Heroes in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the later period of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, the presence of Shaolin Temple was quite low, with a sense of being closed and closed, and not entering the martial arts world.
On the contrary, the Taoist sect, which was not very active during the Tianlong era, frequently came out of the mountains during this more chaotic period. Wang Chongyang even directly established the Quanzhen Sect to resist the Jin Dynasty.
It really fulfilled the saying “Buddhism flourishes in prosperous times, and Taoists go down the mountain in troubled times.”
On this day, a pair of beautiful people came to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl was charming and lovely, with a white complexion like jade and delicate eyebrows and beautiful eyes, which frequently attracted the amazed eyes of passers-by around her.
But she ignored them all and just jumped around the man beside her like a butterfly.
When passers-by looked at the man, they were amazed beyond words. He was handsome and looked like a fairy. People sighed that Pan An in ancient times might not be as good as him.
It wasn’t long before the woman glanced at the mountain path and pouted, “Brother Xing, is it really okay for you to go up the mountain alone? Rong’er is worried about you.”
“Don’t worry, it’s okay.” Shen Xingke ignored everyone’s surprised eyes and gently patted Huang Rong’s hand, “You also know the situation of Shaolin Temple. Besides, you have the internal skills of Peach Blossom Island. Although Shaolin has not entered the martial arts world for a long time, there are definitely many masters in the temple. If people can see your whereabouts, you will be in danger.”
Huang Rong also knew that what Shen Xingke said made sense. If she followed him up the mountain, it would bring trouble to Shen Xingke. She just said gloomily in her heart: “But, when I think about not being able to see Brother Xing for several days…”
“Who said I can’t see you anymore? Do you still remember the bird you played with for a long time a few days ago?”
Huang Rong’s eyes lit up.
During this journey, Huang Rong was completely opened to the door of a new world by the endless variety of magical tools in Shen Xingke’s storage ring.
“Brother Xing, are you talking about that… that bionic drone?”
“Yes, that’s it. When necessary, it can also be used for short-distance communication. Although there is no signal base station, its communication distance is not far, but it is still no problem to cover Shaoshi Mountain.”
“Rong’er, find an inn at the foot of the mountain to stay for a few days. I will find time to contact you every day.”
After learning that she could meet Shen Xingke, Huang Rong became happy again.
“Brother Xing, you must be careful! If there is any danger, notify Rong’er immediately, Rong’er will definitely come to rescue you as soon as possible!”
Although shy, Huang Rong took the initiative to hold Shen Xingke’s hands and said seriously.
After saying goodbye to Huang Rong, Shen Xingke went up the mountain alone.
After entering Shaolin, Shen Xingke somehow felt an urge from the bottom of his heart not to bow down to the Buddha statues when he looked at them.
It was as if a voice in the dark was telling him…if he bowed down, something bad would happen.
This unexplained premonition made Shen Xingke suspicious. When he came to his senses, he saw an old monk coming to his side.
“Amitabha, why is the donor standing here, wandering in the sky?”
“Master, you are polite.” Shen Xingke quickly returned the greeting, then reached into his sleeve and stuffed a thick stack of banknotes into the old monk’s arms.
The old monk’s eyebrows jumped wildly. In the blink of an eye, he took the banknotes away. He looked at Shen Xingke with a more kind look.
“Master, I want to pray for my mother at home and copy several volumes of Buddhist scriptures. I hope your temple will help me.”
After speaking, another stack of banknotes was stuffed in.
The old monk smiled so hard that wrinkles appeared on his face.
“Good, good, since the donor is sincere in worshipping Buddha, our temple will certainly open the door of convenience.”
This old monk just lied without thinking. Shen Xingke did not worship any Buddha after entering the temple, but he said that he was sincere in worshipping Buddha.
“Which Buddhist scriptures do you want to copy?”
Shen Xingke came prepared, and immediately answered: “Lotus Sutra, Avatamsaka Sutra, Shurangama Sutra, Dīrgha Āgama Sutra, Lankavatara Sutra and Ksitigarbha Sutra.”
The old monk did not expect Shen Xingke to copy so many Buddhist scriptures in one breath. Just as he was about to say something, he saw a stack of silver bills in his hand.
Then he changed the subject and said, “Amitabha, if you really have a predestined relationship with Buddhism, please follow me. I will arrange a room for you. A monk will deliver the Buddhist scriptures you need later.”
The other party was so generous. What he copied were just some Buddhist scriptures, not martial arts secrets. This young man who looked delicate and tender was also a person who didn’t know martial arts. The old monk naturally regarded him as an ordinary pilgrim.
On the way, Shen Xingke’s heart moved and he asked, “I heard that the Lotus Sutra, the Long Agama Sutra and the Lankavatara Sutra in your temple were written by Bodhidharma himself in the past?”
The old monk put his hands together and nodded, “That’s right.”
Shen Xingke smiled and said, “I wonder if I can copy the original?”
The old monk said that it was okay. Shen Xingke felt relieved.
With so much money, the room that the old monk arranged for Shen Xingke was naturally the best room in Shaolin Temple. When he stepped into it, he could smell the sandalwood and hear the faint bells from the temple. If he hadn’t seen the old monk’s greed for money just now, Shen Xingke would have praised it as a Buddhist holy place.
Soon, a little monk came with a pile of thick Buddhist scriptures.
“Donor, this is the Buddhist scripture you want to copy. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are also ready for you. Do you need anything else?”
“No more, thank you, little master.”
The little monk had never seen a god like Shen Xingke before. He blushed and waved his hands awkwardly, then put his hands together and whispered Amitabha, then retreated respectfully and closed the door for Shen Xingke.
A bird landed silently on the eaves of the room, with lively eyes, tilting its head from time to time, looking around.
Inside the room, Shen Xingke looked at the image sent back by the bird and confirmed that there was no one around the room. He felt relieved.He heaved a sigh of relief.
He was not in a hurry, he casually opened the Lotus Sutra and started copying.
Although he had never practiced calligraphy, he relied on his extraordinary control over his body muscles, and after experiencing the initial discomfort, he soon wrote well.
Although the handwriting was not flexible and had a sense of craftsmanship, he controlled it to be almost exactly the same as the original words on the Buddhist scriptures, which was pleasing to the eye.
When it was time for dinner, the little monk who had brought the Buddhist scriptures knocked on the door again and brought vegetarian food to Shen Xingke.
The little monk was stunned to see that Shen Xingke had copied the Lotus Sutra in just half a day.
What he didn’t know was that after getting used to copying, Shen Xingke’s hand speed naturally became faster and faster, and there was no lag between his strokes.
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