I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 147 Shaolin Sutra Pavilion

After the Song and Mongolia joined forces to destroy the Jin Dynasty, the Zhongzhou area originally occupied by the Jin people fell into the hands of Mongolia.

The Shaolin Temple, located in Songshan, had been closed for a long time and no longer concerned with worldly affairs. Gradually, its reputation was overshadowed by the Quanzhen Sect, which was also a sect of Xuanzong.

However, a blessing in disguise, the Mongolian court saw that the Shaolin Temple had ceased its activities and there had been no signs of rebellion in recent years, so they simply decided to maintain this balance temporarily.

However, in the past two months, a large number of Mongolian masters have flocked to the Central Plains.

Because the war between the Mongols and the Song Dynasty was only a matter of time, in order to clear the obstacles to the south, the people of Jianghu would be the first targets, and the Shaolin Temple was naturally the force that was least likely to be ignored.

It’s just that the Shaolin Temple has been closed for recuperation for decades, but if you want to train a truly top-notch master, it may take even a hundred years.

Furthermore, Mongolia was powerful, and the Shaolin Temple was not inclined to side with either Song or Mongolia. Recently, when faced with people who came to the temple to exchange martial arts or to deliberately provoke it, the Shaolin Temple mostly tried to tolerate them.

At this time, Zen Master Tianming heard that a Mongolian master had arrived and insisted on seeing him, and he already had some guesses in his mind.

This man was about thirty years old. He learned from the Golden Wheel Dharma King of the Western Region Tantric Buddhism. After coming to the Central Plains, he first injured the three heroes of Henan, and then killed the Seven Hegemons of Lanzhou alone.

What made him most famous was Hao Datong, who led a group of evil spirits to burn down Chongyang Palace and seriously injured the Seven Masters of Quanzhen last year. He was none other than Prince Huodu, who claimed to be a member of the Mongolian royal family.

"Nephew Zhao, there are some matters in the temple that I need to take care of. You can go to the West Zen Hall to rest for a while. When I come back, we can discuss the issue of Mr. Ding's remains in detail."

Zen Master Tianming knew that Huodu had a lot of grievances with the Quanzhen Sect. If Zhao Zhijing were to meet him, he would probably start a fight right away.

But what Zen Master Tianming didn't know was that on that day, Zhao Zhijing presided over the Big Dipper Formation and fought with Guo Jing at the foot of the mountain, and he had not actually met Huo Du who had already broken into Chongyang Palace.

"It's all up to the abbot's orders."

Zhao Zhijing was originally trying to find out Ding Chunqiu's whereabouts, but he was suddenly interrupted and felt a little unhappy.

But after hearing Zen Master Tianming say "let's discuss the issue of Ding Chunqiu's remains carefully", he would probably not agree to dig up the grave, so the person who might break the deadlock might have to fall on this group of people.

"If you feel depressed, you can look around the temple."

"Wuse, you and I will go to meet the guest together."

Zhao Zhijing brought Guan Man'er and Zen Master Tianming out of the abbot's room. He had just come from the West Zen Hall, so he didn't need anyone to show him the way.

The master and the disciple walked slowly towards the West Zen Hall. Zhao Zhijing was thinking in his mind how he could find a reason from Huo Du that Zen Master Tianming could not refuse.

As they walked, they returned to the West Zen Hall, but they had no idea of a solution.

Zhao Zhijing remembered that Zen Master Tianming had allowed him and his disciple to walk around in the temple, so he did not go into the house and continued to walk forward with Guan Man'er, hoping that some inspiration would come.

I walked and thought like this until I saw a tree-lined path and vaguely heard the sound of water.

The master and the disciple followed the path and after turning a few corners, they suddenly felt the view in front of them open up. Sure enough, they saw a mountain stream with gurgling water.

There is a pavilion built beside the mountain stream, with the three words "Scripture Repository" inscribed on it.

"All martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin. This Sutra Library is where the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Temple are stored. No wonder it was built near water. I think they were afraid that a fire in the temple would destroy these treasured books."

Since it was an important place like the Sutra Repository, no one would be allowed to enter casually. Zhao Zhijing thought there was no need to go and cause trouble, so he decided to take Guan Man'er back the same way.

Just as he was about to turn around, a monk in a gray robe came over. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Zhijing and his apprentice, then bowed and said, "Amitabha."

"This is the important place of our temple's scripture library. Please do not enter without permission." The monk was about thirty years old, tall and straight, gentle and elegant. If he were not bald, he would have looked like a famous scholar who was well-read in poetry and books.

"Yes, thank you for your reminder, Master. I will leave now."

Zhao Zhijing took two steps forward, and suddenly something occurred to him. He asked, "Master, is your Dharma name Jueyuan?"

The monk put his hands together and answered with some surprise in his tone: "I am Jueyuan, the monk in charge of the scriptures in the Sutra Library. I have not left the mountain gate for more than ten years."

"I wonder how the layman knows me, could it be my old friend?"

Monk Jueyuan was puzzled and looked at Zhao Zhijing again, but he could not remember where he had seen him before.

"What a coincidence, I didn't expect it was really him."

Zhao Zhijing saw Monk Jueyuan frowning and thinking hard, and the learned scholar suddenly turned into a nerd.

If he was not from later generations, who would have imagined that this ignorant Shaolin monk actually possessed the unique Nine Yang Divine Art, which is as famous as the Nine Yin Scriptures?

The Nine Yang Divine Art was created by a drinking contest between a monk in the Shaolin Temple and Wang Chongyang. After winning the drinking contest, he got ahold of the Nine Yin Scriptures and felt that the scripture lacked the magic of the mutual assistance of yin and yang, so he returned to the Shaolin Temple and created the Nine Yang Divine Art.

As far as Zhao Zhijing knew, this drunken monk might be Xu Zhu, who was born in Shaolin and later became the master of Lingjiu Palace on Piaomiao Peak.

"The Nine Yang Divine Art is a unique skill that can make the practitioner immune to all poisons after mastering it."

"If you want to practice to perfection, you need to open up the acupuncture points all over your body at the last moment and endure the pain of the dryness and self-immolation."

"Otherwise, if you don't use your internal energy and simply store it, you may end up like Master Jueyuan, dying from excessive exhaustion after a fierce battle."

Zhao Zhijing studied the means to restrain the strange poison of the Gongping Sect, and knew very well the importance of being immune to all poisons. However, it took a lot of luck to master it. It was really rare to come across the Qiankun Yiqi Bag by chance like Zhang Wuji did.

"Master, there is no need to go into details. I just remembered an old friend whom I have never met."

Zhao Zhijing made up his mind to ignore the Nine Yang Divine Art for the time being and gave Monk Jueyuan some advice.

"So that's how it is. I was obsessed with appearances. I should copy the Diamond Sutra over and over again when I return."

Jueyuan relaxed his brows, bowed deeply and turned to leave. Zhao Zhijing looked at his back and then glanced at the Sutra Repository, and felt that the irritability in his heart was relieved.

As the saying goes, there is always a way out when you reach the mountain. If you can't find a way, then just find another one.

In any case, we have to see where Ding Chunqiu was buried.

Now that the decision had been made, Zhao Zhijing immediately took Guan Man'er back the same way and headed towards the main hall of the temple.

Arriving at the entrance of the main hall, we saw Zen Master Tianming and the monks in the temple confronting a group of people. The scene was quite tense and it seemed that a fight might break out at any time.

"My Lord is a member of the Mongolian royal family. I have received accurate information that the Red Snake Fairy Li Mochou, who has been assassinating Mongolian officials for the past two months, is hiding in the Shaolin Temple right now."

"Master Tianming has repeatedly prevented me from searching the temple. Could it be that he is feeling guilty?"

Monk Wu Se and all the other Shaolin Temple disciples had angry looks on their faces, but since the abbot, Zen Master Tian Ming, did not say anything, they had no choice but to endure it for the time being.

The Red-Cloaked Fairy Li Mochou is a woman. What Huodu said now is not only to frame the Shaolin Temple for harboring assassins, but also to ridicule the hidden women in the temple.

If this were to get out, wouldn't the hundreds of years of reputation of Shaolin Temple be ruined in an instant?
(End of this chapter)