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The sheep made himself a monk and put on the human skin mask. In doing so, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of sending Monk Lingxiu back to see their book collection in the Shaolin Temple for two years.

Shaolin Temple has a history of more than 500 years. It was built by Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Shaolin is not the oldest and not the largest temple in the Central Plains, but the ones older than it are not as big as it, such as the Baima Temple in Luoyang, and the bigger ones are not as old as the Daxiangguo Temple in Bianliang.

Shaolin Temple is not the deepest Buddhist dharma, but it is the deepest study of martial arts in Buddhist temples.

From the ancestor of Bodhidharma to the abbot of Tanzong who led thirteen stick monks to save Li Shimin, and now leading the Song martial arts world, Shaolin Temple has a long history of martial arts.

Not only that, because of its historical political status from its establishment to its heyday and its influence among the people, Shaolin Temple has a comprehensive heritage that is unmatched by other temples, so it has a very large collection of books in its Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Zhaowen Museum is second only to the Song Dynasty court.

And because Shaolin Temple Buddhism and Wushu double cultivation, the subjects involved are very mixed, so the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is not limited to Buddhist scriptures, but all-inclusive, and it is a comprehensive library.

Therefore, it is very reasonable to be the first goal to return to the Central Plains, and the second goal is Zhaowen Museum.

But Shaolin Temple is different from his previous temples in Tianzhu, Sanfoqi, Khmer, and Champa. It is impossible for idlers to enter or buy it with money, and it is even impossible to rely on martial arts to beat it.

The monks in the Bodhidharma Academy of Shaolin Temple are all great martial artists. Not only are there a large number of them, but none of them are easy to provoke. She doesn’t have to be humble and knows that he might not be able to fight.

Yang Yi has been in this world for four hundred and fifty years, and he has been practicing martial arts assiduously for more than four hundred years. This makes him undoubtedly a first-class martial artist. But in the past four hundred years, he has seen too many martial arts geniuses, and deeply knows that he is just a master who has accumulated hard time.

Let’s put it this way, if the martial arts strength is divided into ten levels, Yang Yi should be between the eighth and ninth levels, and because of his talents, this is almost his limit.

But in the past four hundred years, Zhongyuan has never lacked ninth or tenth martial arts masters. In other words, Yang Yi can fight against the man with the deepest martial arts knowledge in the world, and may even retreat completely, but he can’t win.

Don’t think about it, the Shaolin Temple who is now the best martial artist in the Central Plains, there must be more powerful martial artists than Yangyi, and there are probably several more. Living more than 400 years old, there is still self-knowledge of neither humble nor overbearing.

As soon as the boat went ashore, the sheep had shaved off their hair and bought a monk robe as soon as they went ashore, and even their weapons were replaced with whistles. In fact, he bought the monk’s robe forcibly, and he stabbed it off from a big monk with delicate eyes in Lingyin Temple and threw it at him.

The big monk almost didn’t scare to death, he absolutely wanted to crooked at first.

Yang Yi intends to say that he is a good monk friend of the monk Lingxiu at Juelin Monastery in Champa, and he is called Jesus. It was said that Lingxiu passed away, so she asked herself to send the relics back to Shaolin Temple and hand them to the monk Lingmen. Then the old monk ran so far at such an age, wouldn’t it be outrageous to let him go back right away? I have long heard that Shaolin Temple’s Buddhism is profound. Can the poor monks hang two-year orders here?

Yang Yi felt that this plan would definitely work.

As for the ring scars on his head, Yang Yi didn’t actually burn six of them. He once learned a lot of practical techniques from his senior brother Zhang Tou, who is proficient in the evil ways of the world, such as drawing fake scars on his body.

Then he took out the human skin mask that Li Xiaoyao gave him back then and put on the old one. The skin thin as a cicada’s wings is really a craftsmanship, and I don’t know how the Baimiao people made it. There is almost no discomfort on the face, not only is it breathable, but also does not affect the expression at all, as long as you don’t play too rich.

Putting on the mask, the sheep turned into a walking monk with a sturdy face and an old face. His face was at least eighty years old. Of course, if you want to say ninety or one hundred, you can barely violate the peace. After all, the white beard is already sparsely pitiful.

After returning to Bianliang, the sheep sold the horse in front of the Daxiangguo Temple, and spent three more days walking around outside the city, getting familiar with it, leaning on his waist and walking with a whistle stick as a crutch. a feeling of.

There are many kind-hearted people outside Bianliang.

“Master, what’s the matter with you?”

“It’s okay, I walked around.”

Three days later, the old monk Yang Yang, who had the pseudonym of Jesus, walked into the Shaolin Shaolin Room of Songshan tremblingly and came to Shaolin Temple.

On the steps outside the Dahong Temple, a little monk in grey clothes was holding a big broom in his squeaky nest, standing there digging his nose boredly. Seeing that the old sheep came to the door slowly with a baggage on his back, perhaps because there are always many visitors to Shaolin Temple, the big temple has the reservedness of the big temple, he did not take the initiative to take care of the sheep.

The little monk digs out his nose to concentrate, a bit disgusting to the sheep one. But he has traveled all over the world for four hundred years, and he knows that the king of Yan is so hard to deal with little ghosts, and wherever he goes, the door guard is the most powerful.

As soon as the sheep deliberately slowed down, he removed the burden from his back, and then drew out Lingxiu monk Yang Wulang’s salvation from it, and handed it to the young monk with the grace that an 80-year-old monk should have.

“Little monk, go and report to Monk Lingmen and say that his senior brother Lingxiu is back.”

Suddenly, the little monk was violent as if struck by lightning, all the facial features on his face were distorted, and then he grinned at Yang Yi in horror and froze.

Sheep One: “…”

Congealed in the fixed grid.

Ten breaths passed, and the sheep shook the Duban in his hand. “Xiaohe…”

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~~

“Hurry up and tell the abbot, Monk Lingxiu is back. Master Lingxiu is back, the abbot——”

Yang Yi was messed up at the gate of the bright red Shaolin Temple, and was at a loss as he kept his hand in the posture of handing over the salute.

The tragic call echoed in the Shaoshi Mountain, but stopped abruptly. Not long after, the sheep heard many messy footsteps coming from inside.

Twenty or thirty monks ran to the sheep outside the door, some of them were dressed in cassocks, apparently monks with considerable status in Shaolin Temple.

The sheep was taken aback, and secretly held the whistle stick tightly, wondering whether it was a preemptive strike with a few sticks, or he just ran away.

The leading monk in the cassock took the Nanmu Duxu in the other hand of the sheep with both hands. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com opened it and looked at it carefully, and a lot of heads screamed together.

Sheep is a little confused about the situation. “That…I…”

“It’s an uncle Lingxiu, it’s really…” The monk put his hands together: “See Uncle Xuandu.”

At this time, twenty or thirty people talked and talked together, all together.

“See Uncle.”

“See Shi Bozu.”

“See Uncle Zeng Shi.”

Sheep One: “…”

“That…I… the spiritual door…”

“Quickly, quickly, quickly, ask Uncle Uncle to see the abbot, quickly.”

As soon as the sheep had no time to speak, they were surrounded by this group of old and young monks, even dragged and pulled, and ran all the way into the Shaolin Temple.