Along the way, Wang Dong thought of many ways to sneak into the Sutra Pavilion, but in the end he rejected them one by one. He had to learn some old tricks of novels, find a reason to copy scriptures.

However, I have said a long time ago that Shaolin is not a library, and even if it is copied, it requires a person with some weight to do it.

This is not difficult to do.

He was rich and willing to lose a lot of money and spend a lot of money. He soon broke out a team full of "actors". Since he stepped into the world with gold, silver and wealth, Wang Dong finally understood why the heroes never lacked money.

When the monk instructed the guest came forward, Wang Dong also greeted him and bowed to him, "Master is polite!" After practicing Zixia magic skills, Wang Dong showed a humble and gentlemanly style, which was simply superb.

The monk Zhike immediately became more fond of him and smiled and said, "Young Master came from afar, don't know what's going on?"

"That's right, Master, my mother has been worshipping Buddha since she was a child. Her greatest wish in her life is to read the secret teachings of the Buddhist scriptures of your temple, recite scriptures and pray to Buddha every day, and take pious refuge...!"

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed, "Good, good, this is the result of good."

"That's true." Wang Dong nodded and sighed, "But my mother is old, but she can't stand the fatigue of boats and cars. As a son, I see it and worry in my heart! How can I not fulfill my filial piety? Therefore, I came to Baoshu thousands of miles away, hoping that your temple would allow me to copy several scriptures and take them home, worship the Buddha altar, burn incense and high etiquette every day to fulfill my filial piety."

"Amitabha, the filial piety of the young master is commendable, and it is precious!" The monk from the guest sighed, "However, the young monk cannot make the decision on this matter. He needs to report to the elders of the Sutra Pavilion. I hope the young master will not blame him."

"Why would I dare to blame the Buddha's temple?" Wang Dong said with a "wry smile".

The monk, seeing that Wang Dong's face was sincere, smiled again, and greeted him: "Since that's the case, the young master first invites you to the temple to serve tea."

"I'm upset." Wang Dong bowed with both hands, bowed deeply, and waved to a servant beside him. The servant immediately gave him a note! After Wang Dong took it, he presented it to the monk who was a guest and said, "This is the incense and candle money. I wish to sculpt a gold Buddha in the temple so that believers can worship sincerely, pay homage to the Buddha, and ask the master to accept it."

Shaolin Temple has a great business, and its expenses are only huge. Not to mention that there is a huge team of monks, poor, rich and powerful. There is no need to say much about where the so-called incense money is used. Then the monk knows this well and wants to shirk it out again. Inadvertently, he saw that it was one thousand taels... and it was a golden ticket!

One thousand taels of gold!

The monk in charge suddenly became respectful and even more certain of Wang Dong's identity as the nobleman. He asked the monks around him to accept it, and he called Wang Dong into the temple.

Three days later, outside the gate of Shaolin Temple, like a Tathagata, Wang Dong gave a gift to the monk who was a guest and smiled and said, "It has been a great sin to bother the temple for many days. I dare not bother Master Lao to send him off. Please go back!"

The monk in charge smiled and said, "The Buddhist monk has a deep connection with Buddhism. It is also a good idea to send it to him. Please!"

"All right!"

Wang Dong smiled bitterly, called his team of "acting skills" and went to the foot of Songshan Mountain. Along the way, the monk was still the layman and the layman, asking Wang Dong for advice on Buddhist principles. Speaking of which, Buddhist thoughts are also an idealistic type. In the past three days, Wang Dong relied on his later generations to see a lot of idealistic arguments, but he fooled many monks, and even he was promoted from "private" to "leither monk".

Unfortunately, there are a lot of Buddhist scriptures that are used to protect and deceive the Great Nirvana Sutra, the Great Strong Brahman Sutra, the Nikkata Brahma Sutra, the Diamond Sutra, the Lotus Sutra... Of course, the Lankavata Sutra is even more indispensable!

No matter how many copies were copied, he could not even find the shadow of the Nine Yang Divine Arts. In fact, he could not even step into the Sutra Pavilion. He could only copy the scriptures he needed, and he could only copy them in the Zen room.

Wang Dong thought deeper and realized that the Nine Yang Divine Arts were written in the original version of the Lankavata Sutra written by Bodhidharma, and most of the monks received the Buddhist versions copied by the monks of Shaolin all generations.

But this happened, he felt quite confused. The Lankavatara Sutra had existed in Shaolin for hundreds or thousands of years. Logically speaking, at least hundreds of monks who have read and copied over the past dynasties, why did no one discover the Nine Yang Divine Art?

It was not until the end of the Song Dynasty that it was learned by Monk Jueyuan, or were the monks who were all devout monks, and they didn’t take the so-called Nine Yang Gong to heart?

This is unreasonable. It would be fine if one or two monks were pious, but hundreds of people were like this, and they would not believe it even if Wang Dong was killed.

Perhaps, in this era, the Lankavatara Sutra was not originally in Shaolin Temple at all, but was stored in it later.

Shaking his head, Wang Dong no longer thought about these things. He bid farewell to Shaolin, Songshan. He went straight to the nearby market town, bought a good horse, and ran towards Jinguozhong.

...

The monk from Zhike returned to the mountain gate, went straight to the Sutra Pavilion, and bowed to an old monk, "Uncle Zhiguang, the young layman has left."

The old monk said lightly: "Have you gone to send it?"

"Yes, my disciple sent the little layman to the foot of the mountain."

"Yeah." The old monk nodded and said regretfully: "What a pity, that layman is quite knowledgeable about Buddhist principles and possesses Buddhist connections. It's a pity that he has practiced Taoist skills, alas!" He sighed softly.

The monk Zhike was slightly stunned: "Uncle Zhiguang, does that young lay Buddhist have the skills to do?"

The old monk smiled and said, "No, that layman is young, and has already entered the house with his inner true energy. He is so exquisite! He is only half a step away and can already enter the ranks of top-notch masters in the world! I don't know if it was the master who taught such an outstanding young man, it's rare, rare!... Unfortunately, the real person of Chongyang has passed away, otherwise I would really suspect that he is the successor of Chongyang Real Person." The old monk exclaimed for several words.

The Zhongdu of the Jin Kingdom is actually Beijing, which is the most prosperous place in the world in the world in the present. Even the old capital of Bianliang and the new capital of Lin'an in the Song Dynasty were not as good as that of Lin'an.

Wang Dong had already exiled his mount to the wilderness and walked around. He saw red buildings and painting pavilions, embroidered households and rich doors, carved cars and horses scrambled for each other. Although there were no tall buildings and neon lights of later generations, they also had a unique flavor.

After enjoying it, Wang Dong picked up a restaurant, had enough food and drink, and then made a pot of wine, checked out the door, and casually asked about the way to Wang Zhao's mansion in Wanyan Honglie, and then headed in that direction.

Before I could finish a while, I suddenly heard the noise of people in front of me, and the cheers were endless.

From a distance, there were a lot of people around me, and I don’t know what I was looking at.

Wang Dong walked over and took a look, and immediately said to himself: "It's really better to come early than to come early!"

I saw a piece of open space in the middle, with a banner inserted underground, with red flowers on white background, embroidered with four golden characters "Martial Competition to Recruit Kiss". The two of them were fighting with each other, one was a girl in red, and the other was a grown man.
Chapter completed!