Songshan is located in Chongyang County, Henan County, and is divided into Shaoshi Mountain and Taishi Mountain.

It is the time of heavy snow and the weather is very cold.

On Shaoshi Mountain, I saw three or two monks wearing straw raincoats walking on the snow and leaving a row of long footprints on the steps of the mountain road.

Five peaks stand tall and stone tablets are like forests.

Pusheng, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, is already in his forties. Because of his calm nature and good at organization, he has a high prestige in the temple. Whether it is a monk who has been practicing in the temple for many years or a new monk, he is very convinced by him.

Abbot Pusheng, who is always peaceful and orderly at the moment, has a tight and wrinkled face, as if he is worried.

At this moment, in the abbot's monastery, several monks in brown clothes were sitting cross-legged as if arguing about something.

A monk in his thirties and very young looked at the abbot Pusheng and said, "Senior brother, now the world is full of refugees and robbery. I heard that the Yuanzhou has started a riot, and a group of thousands of thieves gathered. The local government has no choice but to take it."

"This group of thieves are robbing wealthy families everywhere. I think one day, I will come to Shaoshi Mountain. Brother Abbot, I think the upper and lower temples should be prepared early."

"My junior brother is too worried," a white-browed monk in his fifties folded his hands together and said, "All living beings are equal. You said those thieves are just people who are really forced by hunger. If they come to the temple, we should help them, so how can we talk about expelling them?"

"Senior brother, you don't know anything," the young monk shook his head and thought to himself that this senior brother practiced meditation all day long and did not know anything about affairs. How did he know that these thousands of thieves? If he killed them up the mountain gate, how could he be saved by a few stones or a bucket of rice?

The young monk looked at the abbot and said, "Senior brother, since the former emperor gave him a hundred acres of land, this temple has this food supply, so the three hundred monks can do nothing and concentrate on Buddhist affairs without any hard work. However, although these hundred acres of land are good, they are also jealous of thieves. They think that there are a lot of food accumulation in Shaolin Temple, and I am afraid that they will come to snatch it at that time."

"You are the best brother, you said you can give it, but how can you share this little grain? The monks in the temple are still counting on supporting it until next autumn. If you start to move, it will be a difficult task."

The abbot Pusheng nodded after hearing this. His junior brother said it was right. Emperor Wen of Sui believed in Buddhism and gave him hundreds of hectares of fertile land to Shaolin Temple. Therefore, the monks of Shaolin Temple did not have to go out to beg for food like other monks and ask for leftovers.

The monks didn't even have to go to the fields to work in person or hire tenant farmers to cultivate land. The whole temple lived a wealthy life. But now it has become a jealous place for refugees.

The old monk next to him still said to himself: "Junior brother, it's really ridiculous. How could the thieves harass this quiet place in Buddhism? Besides, even if we come, my temple is protected by Buddhism, so how could we be afraid of these thieves?"

It’s okay that this old monk is not familiar with the affairs, but he looks like he takes it for granted. Pusheng really couldn’t listen to it. He asked immediately: “Junior brother, what are you doing?”

The young monk said, "Abbot, the world is not peaceful at the moment. I think the government can't count on it for a while. In my opinion, I will ask the monks in my temple to practice some sticks. If a thief kills the mountain gate, it will be easier to protect the Dharma!"

"Young brother is such a bad word," the old monk on the side quickly objected, saying: "In a quiet place in Buddhism, how can you fight and kill? If this is not delaying your practice."

The young monk smiled bitterly, but fortunately, the abbot Pusheng was a sensible person, and said, "Senior brother, your life is gone, so how can you talk about practicing Buddhism?"

"No, no, no." The old monk still objected.

Pusheng thought about it and said that the senior brother was very old and could not object at the moment. He immediately thought of a compromise solution and said, "It is better to do this. If the senior brother is worried that practicing sticks will delay his practice, it is better to let the senior brothers recite Buddhist scriptures when practicing... This is called the unity of Zen and martial arts!"

While these monks were discussing how to deal with refugees outside, a novice monk came to the gate of the monastery and reported to him: "Mr. Abbot, there is a young man outside who said he came from Taiyuan County to find Master Jueyuan!"

"Taiyuan County!" Abbot Pusheng recalled and asked, "Have Jueyuan returned to the temple?"

The old monk said, "My brother abbot forgot that it's almost snowing. Jueyuan should go back to the temple to sit in the wax."

Pusheng smiled and said, "Thank you for reminding me, Senior Brother, I almost forgot. Since this young man has come from afar, there must be something important to come and see him. Let him meet him, but it should not be delayed for too long to avoid disturbing the tranquility of Buddhism." "Yes, the abbot." The little novice retreated at the moment.

The abbot Pusheng stroked the monk's robe and followed the topic just now, saying: "In my opinion, in addition to the monks, the tenants at the foot of the mountain can also be summoned. You must know that if the thief comes to destroy the fields, they will not have land to farm and suffer with us."

Both monks nodded in their opinion and expressed their approval.

At this time, the monk in his thirties spoke, "All tenants can be summoned, so we can also find some strong and skilled people from the refugees to give them food, and they will come forward to train tenants for us, so as to resist the thieves."

Upon hearing this, Abbot Pusheng laughed and said, "Yes, this is also a good idea."

Just in the abbot's monastery, several monks from Shaolin Temple were still discussing how to resist the approaching thief.

Li Chongjiu, who had traveled thousands of miles, is now in Shaolin Temple.

Heavy snow fell beside him, and snowflakes hit him. Li Chongjiu's straw raincoat felt hat was covered with fine snow powder.

Under this snow-capped Wumei Peak, Li Chongjiu walked up. Unlike the grand Shaolin Temple in later generations, the current Shaolin Temple has been in its history, and now it is just an ordinary temple located under Shaoshi Mountain, Songshan.

When he came to a rather simple monk's room, Li Chongjiu had put on a felt hat and hanged it outside. The little novice monk put on Li Chongjiu and said, "Laby, Master Jueyuan, is in Jiemo, please wait here."

Seeing that the little novice monk was quite smart and well-behaved, Li Chongjiu smiled and said, "Thank you little monk."

After hearing what Li Chongjiu said, the little novice monk was panicked, waved his hand repeatedly, and said, "I am not a little novice monk, how dare I be the honorable title? There is only the abbot in my temple who can be called this title."

After listening to the explanation of the little novice monk, Li Chongjiu remembered that it was different from the general titles in later generations. Monks were a kind of honorific title at this time, and only monks with certain qualifications could be called them.

For example, in Buddhism, monks who are less than 20 years old are called novice monks. Only after receiving the precepts of monks can they be called novice monks. As for monks, they can be regarded as novice monks who take the precepts of monks.

Li Chongjiu made a big mistake, which made the little novice monk look at Li Chongjiu with a bit of vigilance and scrutiny. He seemed to think that this person was wearing such a tall hat. Could it be that there was any malicious intention in the temple or a thief who came to steal?

Li Chongjiu had no choice but to sit cross-legged in the monk's room.

Soon after, only the convex sounded.

Li Chongjiu looked and saw an elderly, thin old man Tuo, holding a wooden stick, walking to the door of the monk's room.

Although the old man Tuo was very old, his eyes were not turbid. He looked at Li Chongjiu's eyes and said, "Are you here to find me?"

Li Chongjiu did not dare to be negligent at the moment, stood up, closed his hands and said, "Li Chongjiu, can you ask if he is Master Jueyuan?"

The old man Tuo smiled, shook his head, and said, "No, I am not Master Jueyuan."

Li Chongjiu was stunned when he heard this and looked at the little novice monk.

I heard the old man, walked into the monk's room, sat cross-legged, and said, "Jueyuan is just an ascetic, how dare you be called a master? It's too much, too much."

After saying that, he stretched out his dry fingers and pointed to Li Chongjiu on the ground to sit down.

Li Chongjiu sat down with a smile on his face, thinking that he had not found the right thing, but he didn't expect that Doctor Xue, the master who had been chanting, was actually a head-to-do.

Li Chong couldn't help but look at him secretly. Jueyuantou Tuo was wearing a feces sweeping shirt, and his hands and feet were covered with dust.

Toutu is also known as the forest monk, opposite to the settlement monk. The reason is that in addition to practicing with hair, Toututu travels abroad for most of the year to practice, and does not live with people and is alone. This is also a kind of asceticism.

The monks in the settlement are monks in a broad sense, and many monks live in temples and practice together. During the four seasons of the year, Toutuo only returns to the monastic community when he is in a summer and practices together. In Zen Buddhism, it is called "Sita".

Therefore, it was just right for Li Chongjiu to come to find this Jueyuan Toutuo this time. It was the winter now. If it were another season, Jueyuan would have to get up and leave the temple to practice asceticism.

This also explains why Doctor Xue sent someone to find Jueyuan several times, but he didn't meet it, because the time was wrong. It seems that everything must be experienced and done by himself.

Li Chongjiu guessed that according to age, this head-dou should be ninety years old, but he didn't expect that although the other party looked old, in fact, the other party's physical movements seemed to be about seventy years old. It seemed that the other party was really extraordinary.

At that moment, Li Chongjiu said straight to the point: "Jueyuan Toutuo, I came from Taiyuan County and traveled thousands of miles to seek medical treatment from you."

"I haven't practiced medicine in the secular world for a long time. Who introduced me?"

"It's a miracle doctor named Xue. He said his father was once your student."

"Well, there is indeed one of my disciples' surname, Xue." "Who is the doctor?" Although Jueyuan Toutuo is ninety years old, he still has clear ears and eyes.

"Father." Li Chongjiu replied truthfully.

PS: The record of Liang Qichao's "New Chinese Martial Arts and Sticks".

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Chapter completed!