C383 Shaolin

At this moment, Chen Yuyang's eyes silently closed, as if he truly had the feeling of being a teacher. He faintly sighed and said: "Foolish child, foolish child, why must you suffer?"

"Master, you saved my life. Not only did you save my life, you also saved my heart. From today onwards, I, Bai Lei, will listen to Master's arrangements in my Bai Family and will not complain! " Chen Yuyang continued to let out a sigh as he stretched out his hand to pull Bai Lei up. "Stupid, stupid! Your uncle is like this, and so are you. Why bother?

Bai Lei struggled to stand up, but the corner of his mouth still said, "Thank you, thank you!"

"Why be polite with me?" Chen Yuyang laughed. Then, he glanced at Song Jia who was at the side. Song Jia's face reddened as she lowered her head bashfully, not knowing how to face Chen Yuyang.

Chen Yuyang was shocked, then looked at Bai Lei. Bai Lei nodded his head heavily, and said with a look of adoration: "Master, you are a true man, a true man. In my entire life, besides my second uncle, I have never admired anyone else. If it was anyone else, no one would be like you. If you have anything to do in the future, feel free to go up the mountain of blades or down the sea of flames! "

At the foot of the mountain, there were two or three old farmers carrying vegetable baskets with heavy footprints as they walked up the mountain. Looking at these ordinary old farmers with bulging temples, Chen Yuyang couldn't help but to exclaim, it was true that there were martial arts in the world, even this old farmer had a deep foundation in martial arts.

Chen Yuyang was standing alone at the foot of the mountain of his cubicle. A cool breeze was blowing and his clothes were fluttering in the wind, making him look like a deity. His bright eyes continued to emit a strange glow, giving off a kind of bottomless feeling.

On the green road below him, the flowers and trees released a dense cloud of morning dew. It was as if they were in a scene of a celestial being winning. The thousand-year-old land of the Shaolin Forest was naturally filled with tourists, but today it was extremely empty. There weren't any pilgrims at all.

Chen Yuyang showed a mocking smile on his face as he thought in his heart: Looks like Shaolin was prepared for this long.

Indeed, half a month ago, Shaolin Temple had already announced that they would not be coming out of seclusion, and had refused all tourists in order to wait for Chen Yuyang to arrive. Facing the Demon Emperor, who had become the strongest in the past few thousand years, Shaolin Temple did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

At the foot of the mountain, when he heard the sweet scent of birds, Chen Yuyang could not help but exclaim a poem: All sound is silent, only hear the bell chime. This line of poem was exceptionally suitable here. He smiled and lifted up his gown, preparing to go up and see what tricks this monk of the Shaolin Temple had up his sleeve.

However, someone called out to Chen Yuyang from behind. That was a soft voice which carried a wheezing sound, "Young man, Shaolin Temple has been closed up for half a month, and other than us, the rest of you are not allowed to enter. You should come back another day!"

Chen Yuyang curiously turned his head and looked at the man who looked like an old farmer. He laughed: "Gramps, I was invited here by Young Master Lin on the invitation of Master Xuan Ci. August 15th, today should be the Mid-Autumn Night, right?"

The old farmer was stunned for a moment, then carefully sized Chen Yuyang up from head to toe, and laughed: "Young man, your dressing is indeed a bit extraordinary, but you're too young. Reverend Profound Ci was already renowned throughout the world fifty years ago, would an outsider like him invite a young man like you?"

Chen Yuyang pinched the tip of his nose and laughed. The old farmer also laughed, laughing very honestly: "Young man, it's not good to lie, forget it, seeing that you want to go in so much, Buddha will forgive you, I'll take you up!"

Chen Yuyang immediately said: "Thank you elder!"

Right after he finished speaking, Chen Yuyang rushed to pick up the old farmer's vegetable basket. The old farmer praised with a smile, "There aren't many young people who are as sensible as you these days!" As he spoke, he kept patting his hands and feet as he laughed awkwardly, "Old, old, I did not even need to spend much effort to climb Shaowang Mountain in the past, but now I have to rest up a few more times. I'm really getting old!"

The two of them walked up the mountain one after the other. Along the way, the old farmer and Chen Yuyang talked a lot about Shaolin and stayed at the foot of the mountain. Our family lived under the foot of the Shaolin Mountains for generations, and we made a living by delivering vegetables to the Shaolin Temple. "How many years has it been? It seems like hundreds of years have passed. Haha, speaking of it, the monks of Shaolin Temple are still quite kind. Although our days are peaceful, we are still carefree."

Chen Yuyang laughed, "Old one, you are longevity this year?"

The old farmer stroked his beard and laughed. "I'm not worthy of being a senior, but I'm already eighty-five!"

"Eighty-five?" Chen Yuyang was surprised for a moment, then looked at the old farmer. He could not tell that he was eighty-five years old now, but laughed: "The old farmer does not look old at all!"

The old farmer laughed very proudly, "Of course, we, the people who live at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, have been infected by Shaolin's spirit energy and have a very good body. In addition, Shaolin comes to our mountain every year to teach us some martial arts and to give us some medicine, so we old guys are all living a good life!"

"That's great!"

"Yeah, yeah!" The old farmer hurriedly nodded his head, then looked at Chen Yuyang and said: "Young lad, it's good to be young. To actually be able to walk such a long distance while carrying so many dishes, fine, let's rest for a bit. Sit down and smoke a bag of cigarettes, I'll properly tell you about Shaolin!"

Chen Yuyang was not in a hurry to go up, he put down the load, seeing the old farmer take out his pipe, he quickly offered a cigar: "This is for me!"

The old farmer glanced at it, then shook his head and said, "Youngsters really like to look up to foreigners. These are probably foreign goods! "To tell you the truth, at the foot of Shaolin Mountain is a large tobacco field. The tobacco there is very good, even the worst was bought by the tobacco company, saying that they want to use this as their own tobacco. Fuck, I only found out after I asked around, that packet of cigarettes actually cost 100 yuan, it's really a robbery."

The old farmer lit his pipe and took a drag. "Young man, this is the best tobacco at the foot of the mountain. It's all thin leaf tobacco. It's much better than that Supreme Nine's cigarette. Come and have a taste!"

As he said that, the old farmer gave the pipe to Chen Yuyang, who took a puff on it without any hesitation. Indeed, it was full of charisma, and it was much better than the tobacco foam inside the cigarette. The old farmer looked at Chen Yuyang excitedly: "How is it?"

Chen Yuyang smiled as he returned the pipe to the old farmer, and said: "Old man, this is the smell of a smoke panda!"

The old farmer smiled proudly and said, "You little rascal, you know what's good for you and you know what's good. You know what? A small part of the cigarettes smoked by those leaders came from us, but our tobacco here is better than providing cigarettes. The good tobacco leaves have all been taken away by us farmers, and those leaders smoke second-rate cigarettes! "

Unknowingly, it was almost noon. The old farmer patted his body and the scattered tobacco smoke as he said, "Young man, it's time to rest. Let's go!"

Chen Yuyang said: "Alright!"

The two once again appeared on the mountain path, one in front of the other. They seemed to be in harmony.

This kind of scenery, was indeed rarely seen by Chen Yuyang, and it couldn't help but incite a heroic mood that Chen Yuyang wanted to enjoy covering all the mountains in the world. The old farmer looked at Chen Yuyang and smiled, and said: "Young man, when I first went up the mountain, I would also use your eyes to look at this majestic mountain for the first time, but after a period of time, I have gotten used to it. I have lived here for over eighty years, so seeing this mountain almost every day is annoying too!"

As he spoke, the old farmer was preparing to take the burden off Chen Yuyang's shoulders. "When youngsters go in, follow me closely.

Chen Yuyang nodded his head and followed behind the old farmer. Not far away was the entrance of the Shaolin Temple, although the entrance wasn't high, it was made of wood, with golden words that shined with light on it for a thousand years. Written above a few big words, the first half is always inherited by the Zu Ting to promote orthodoxy, the second half is the letter of desire to correct all living beings.

The guard at the door was a monk holding a broom. When the monk saw the old farmer, he nodded and said, "Almsgiver Zhang, it has been a while since we last met!"

The old farmer also bowed and said, "Master Hui Ming, how have you been?!"

The monk Hui Ming looked at the old farmer, then looked at Chen Yuyang who was standing behind the old farmer and asked, "Benefactor Zhang, this is?"

Just as the old farmer was about to speak, he saw Chen Yuyang rushing in front of the great monk Hui Ming, taking out a hot gold letter and saying: "Greetings, Great Master, I ask that Great Master Huanzhi address you, Master. Someone outside the city, Chen Yuyang is here to pay respects, I ask that Great Master Fang Ming shows himself, and I am extremely grateful!"

Hui Ming opened the golden calligraphy scroll. On the 15th of August, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he invited Young Master Lin to join him. The signature was, Shaolin Fang Fangzi, Wu Dang Sect's Deadwood, and Kunlun Sect's Sect Leader, Kou Zhentian. Any of these three names would cause others to tremble.

Monk Hui Ming quickly said respectfully: "Amitabha, if Benefactor requests to come, Martial Granduncle Fang has already said that you don't need to inform anyone. You can just enter the main hall! Benefactor, please follow me! "

Chen Yuyang smiled as he looked at the astonished old farmer: "Old man, I will go first. Take care!"

He absolutely did not expect that this young man who helped him pick the vegetables would actually have a relationship with the immortal figure of Xuan Zhi. If he had known earlier, he definitely would not have asked this young man to carry the burden for him, even he would not have dared to do so.

Staring at Chen Yuyang's disappearing figure in a daze, the old farmer fiercely pinched his own mouth, feeling pain. Only then did he confirm, it was true, he was not dreaming.

The furnishings inside the temple were all very simple, you could see gray clothes everywhere, small monks sweeping the ground, and under the green leaves, it was still Green Stone Road. In front of the temple's main entrance, there was a huge cauldron, it was purple gold, with spots of Sanskrit written on it.

It seemed to be a buddhist mantra from the scriptures of Jia Lan. A faint light shone under the sunlight. The palace was seven or eight meters tall with red brick tiles and glazed tiles. It looked quaint and ancient, and on top of it, four golden words could be seen: "Great Hall of Treasures". The legend of Shaolin Temple was indeed very long, so long that it could be traced back to the Tang Dynasty.