097: Sutra Pavilion

It was only then that Hong Lingbo realized that his body was covered in blood, and he couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

At this moment, all the monks came over, and Abbot Tianming bowed to Yang Guo and Hong Lingbo together: "Amitabha, thank you two young heroes for helping me. I thank you so much! If you don't think the temple is simple, please move inside.

Hong Lingbo hurriedly returned the gift: "Then thank you, Master!"

Abbot Tianming nodded, looked at the old monk who was guarding the gate, and said, "Wu Wu, take the two young heroes to talk and go to rest."

The old monk nodded yes, and brought Yang Guo and Tubo into the gate of the temple.

Abbot Tianming and a monk stayed outside the temple, looking at the Mongolian officers and soldiers who had died all over the place. With a worried look on his face, he couldn't help saying Amitabha again, waved his hand, and told the monks behind him: "Find these people a place to bury them. Qiu's novel is a new chapter. There is no way to avoid it."

"Yes! Abbot!"

All the monks left in response.

Yang Guo and Hong Lingbo were taken all the way to the side room by the old monk, and each of them shared a room. Although the side room was simple, it was well furnished. The old monk picked up water himself and put it outside Hong Lingbo's door. The clothes were handed to Yang Guo -10 3- who was standing at the door of the room, and said: "Yang Shaoxia, there are no women's clothes in the temple, please use this set of monk clothes, don't be offended."

Yang Guo took the clothes and returned the gift. "Thank you Master.

The old monk smiled and left with a sad face.

Yang Guo looked at his back for a while, then opened the door and entered Hong Lingbo's room,

As soon as he entered, there was a scream in the room: "Ah! Uncle Yang, why didn't you knock on the door?"

Yang Guo paused on the spot, his face showing embarrassment, it turned out that Hong Lingbo was taking off his body at this time, and the blood-stained cannon had already been thrown aside, and he was only wearing a white underwear, his slender figure became even more obvious.

After the embarrassment was over, Yang Guo hurriedly said: "Ling Bo, these are the clothes sent by Master Wuwo, you can change them yourself later.

After speaking, he put his clothes on the table and went out.

On the other hand, Hong Lingbo's pretty face flushed slightly, and he stomped his feet slightly, feeling very upset.

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After half an hour, Hong Lingbo washed her body and went out. She was wearing a gray monk's robe, but her face was red.

Fluttering and tender, the ordinary monk clothes did not conceal her youthful and girlish spirit full of vigor.

Yang Guo was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard and meditating, she stepped forward and called softly: "Uncle Yang.

Yang Guo came back to his senses, looked at Hong Lingbo, and saw Mu, her skin was fair and tender after the bath, her cheeks were raw, dizzy, and her head was covered with black hair.

Slightly moist, hanging straight on one side, it really feels like a watery lotus. He couldn't help laughing and said: "Ling Bo, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful when you become a little nun!"

When Hong Lingbo heard that Yang Guo called her beautiful, he couldn't help blushing, and bit down: "Uncle Yang, I don't want to be a little nun!"

But in the middle of the day, she was very happy.

"By the way, Master Yang, what should we do now? I killed so many Mongols just now, the Mongol court will definitely find them?" After a while, Hong Lingbo suddenly asked. There are many people, and it is inevitable that I feel a little uncomfortable and a little scared. 0 but still the first time a

Yang Guo smiled lightly and said, "Don't worry, the Mongols deceived us Han people. These ten soldiers are the ones who killed innocent people. It's not wrong to kill them a thousand times or ten thousand times. What kind of Mongolian court should a Han be afraid of? They are nothing but Just a bunch of savages!"

Hearing Yang Guo's words, Hong Lingbo felt relaxed, and couldn't help but relax, thinking that even if the Mongolian court sent someone to hunt and kill her, Uncle Yang would definitely do it. With his martial arts, there is really no need to worry about the pursuit of the Mongolian court.

"Amitabha! Yang Shaoxia is loyal and courageous, his chivalry is extraordinary, and the poor monk admires him!" At this moment, Abbot Tianming's voice came from outside the courtyard, and he came slowly, came to Yang Guo, and bowed to him.

Yang Guo got up to return the salute, and said: "Abbot Tianming is serious. As a Han, I don't want to see the Mongols slaughter the Han people. If there is a chance, I will go to the battlefield to kill the enemy."

Abbot Tianming sighed, "Shaoxia Yang's martial arts are world-class, if he can really share the worries of the country and the people, it will be a blessing to the Great Song Dynasty, but today

The treacherous officials of the imperial court are in power, and they have no intention of fighting against the Mongolian cavalry, hey!

Yang Guo couldn't help laughing: "It seems that the abbot is also a person who cares about the country and the people."

The abbot sighed: "Shaoxia Yang, please don't say that. The Shaolin Temple is already within the sphere of influence of Mongolia, but there is not enough strength."

"Just like those Mongolian Tatars before who came to insult and dare not fight back?" Yang Guo couldn't help feeling: "Shaolin is a place where Buddhism is pure, but now it has reached such a point, is the abbot really willing?"

"So what if you are willing? What if you are not willing? Shaolin has been passed down for thousands of years, and it definitely cannot be destroyed in the hands of poor monks." Abbot Tianming shook his head and smiled lightly, then changed the topic and asked: "Yang Shaoxia, I don't know if you have come to Shaolin here. What are you doing?"

Only then did Yang Guo reveal his purpose, "Abbot, I'm here to borrow the Dharma books of your monastery. I wonder if the abbot will allow me to enter the cabinet of the Buddhist scriptures cabinet to have a look?"

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The abbot couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this request, the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in Shaolin Temple has always been re-read by Buddhists.

Even if they are disciples of Shaolin Temple,

It needs to go through layers of screening before entering, and outsiders are absolutely not allowed to enter it.

However, Yang Guo's request made Abbot Tianming hesitate.

Firstly, Yang Guo's cultivation is extraordinary, and just now he saw with his own eyes a giant black iron sword that killed a Mongolian leader with one move. Its power is so high that no one in the temple can match it. If he can be stopped, if he is blocked, he will suffer heavy losses, so it is better to open the Sutra Pavilion to him. The abbot of Tianming, Yang Guo, admired his chivalrous heart very much, especially at a young age.

Open the door of convenience for him.

Such a hero, Shaolin Temple should have helped him, even if he wanted to practice some Buddhist martial arts, he would personally be willing to do so.

However, the thousands of years of Shaolin Temple regulations are difficult to change, and he Tianming dared not go beyond them.

For a while, Abbot Tianming was caught in a dilemma.