The mountain road is rugged and long.

The four of them finally went up the mountain, and Xiaoya couldn't bear the pain for a long time.

Originally, with her original body, she couldn't endure this kind of suffering, but now that she is pregnant with a child, of course, it is even more unbearable.

In fact, including Song Yun, he almost felt that he couldn't hold on.

Fortunately, we have arrived at our destination.

Xiaoya wanted to rest for a while for the first time, so Mingxin did not directly introduce the master, but arranged a guest room for her to rest for a while.

Although Chongshan Shaolin Temple will not open its doors to welcome guests, it is not that no one visits, and the corresponding guest rooms still have to be prepared.

Xiaoya rested in the room, and Song Yun accompanied her.

As for Xia Shan, he was pulled by Mingxin, who had nothing to do, and took a casual look in the temple.

After all, Mingxin is still a little curious about Xia Shan.

This man's breath is too steady.

Ordinary people climb such mountain roads, and they can persevere like the woman named Song Yun, without saying the word "tired", they are already considered to have a good physique.

And Summer Mountain looks like it didn't climb the mountain......

Mingxin took Xia Shan and walked casually in the temple while talking, "Has the donor practiced?"

Xia Shan casually stroked a stone railing, and it was as smooth as a mirror after years of polishing.

Only when you really come here will you know that the Shaolin Temple in Chongshan is indeed a place of real cultivation.

Looking at all the conditions, it's really not good.

No wonder the old monk Huizhen is so cowardly to Qin Kesong.

I don't know how much money he paid from Qin Kesong......

Hearing Mingxin's doubts, Xia Shan didn't hide it, and nodded directly, "I've practiced a little." ”

Hearing Xia Shan's admission, Mingxin's eyes suddenly lit up.

His beard seemed to glow.

"Can the benefactor give me some advice?"

"Huh?" Xia Shan never expected Mingxin to be so direct.

Mingxin laughed and explained: "Don't blame me for being direct, I have this idea in my heart, so I naturally speak up." If the donor is unwilling, he can only say so. ”

Xia Shan looked around, this is a small stone road, surrounded by flowers and grass green, not very suitable for hands.

So he said, "Change places?"

Xia Shan agreed, and nodded in his heart, "Naturally, you can't do it here, otherwise the master can peel off a layer of my skin, and we will go to the martial arts arena." ”

Along the way, Mingxin was briefing Xia Shan about some of their situation here, so that Xia Shan knew that there was a reason for his own desire to learn from each other.

In the Yan country, there are a total of thirteen Shaolin temples that are truly recognized.

Of course, most of them are open doors and places to attract believers.

And there are only two Shaolin Temples, which are closed mountain gates and only exist for their own cultivation, and they only accept disciples and do not receive believers.

Chongshan Shaolin is one of them.

What is the purification.

It's martial arts, it's Buddhism.

Note that martial arts, not martial arts.

Martial arts is a theory and a kind of learning, while martial arts is a specific technique.

To put it simply, martial arts let people know how to draw a sword, and martial arts let people know how to put away a sword.

The sword is easy to break, and it is always sheathed.

Of course, Mingxin knows that his cultivation is not yet home.

He couldn't hide himself in the sheath all the time, and when he saw a good hand, he couldn't help but erect his bright sword intent.

In fact, there are often exchanges between the brothers and sisters in the temple, but he is already invincible among the disciples of the same generation, and he is lonely......

……

Xiaoya and Song Yun are also quite lonely in the room, there is no air conditioning, no WIFI, and even no TV.

In a clean but simple room, there is nothing to grow except for a bed, a table, and four chairs.

Even the bed was a hardboard bed, and there was nothing else on the wooden bed except for a bamboo mat.

It's too bad to sleep.

Xiaoya just lay down slightly for a while, and then couldn't help but sit up.

She heard that there seemed to be vigorous dance music in this temple.

"Sister Yun, let's go out for a walk too, shall we?"

Song Yun sat on the chair and nodded when he heard Xiaoya speak.

Xiaoya's state is obviously much better, her nature is out of bounds, which is something that is difficult for anyone to change.

Following the sound, the two walked slowly.

The energetic music made Song Yun frown a little, it seems that this so-called place of pure cultivation is just beautiful.

In this world, where can there be a truly clean pure land?

The two found the room where the voice came from.

It's a side hall.,There's no one around.,The other rooms are not a short distance from here.,It seems to be a little isolated here.。

Xiaoya and Song Yun curiously approached the window of the room.

"Thunder! This heavenly cultivation is the sky and the earth is falling into the purple gold hammer!"

The man's shouting almost sent Xiaoya and Song Yun away.

She almost left this beautiful world.

The two looked at each other, is this the Buddha Gate?

Is this the place of pure cultivation?

Sure enough, it's good to take a look......

The two of them tried to turn away, but the man inside, who didn't know what he was doing, seemed to have an unspeakable and damn magic that hooked their curiosity and prevented them from moving half a step.

After the song "Thunder" was finished, the man inside said loudly: "Iron juice, today's live broadcast is over here, and finally, let's give you a Sanskrit voice shouting Mai with a foreign mass." ”

……

Half a ring, the door opened.

Out of it came a man with deep eyebrows and a face that looked like a foreigner wearing monk's robes.

Xiaoya and Song Yun looked into the side hall - there were no outsiders.

The two of them looked at the man in shock.

Such a "high monk" subverted the two people's previous perception of monks.

This is against the sky......

Although the man's face looked vicious, he tried to smile at the two of them kindly.

"Two donors, what are you doing here?"

The Yan Mandarin is outrageous in standard.

Xiaoya was stunned and asked directly, "Are you from Yanguo?"

The man shook his head and said kindly, "I am from Yueguo." ”

"Why did the master become a monk here?" Song Yun asked curiously.

The man shook his head with a smile and sighed, "Yuan, it's wonderful......"

He remembered that sunny afternoon, and he remembered the man in the security uniform with his head and face covered.

On that day, he finally knew that there were mountains outside the mountains and people outside the people.

It turns out that if you do too many bad things, there will really be justice from heaven.

After that day, he thought hard and realized that he had suffered a one-handed loss that day.

But can you really win with both hands?

He hesitated.

He knew he was distraught.

Originally, there might have been a chance to win, but once his heart was upset, he no longer had the courage to make a move against that man.

The day the man came to him......

Pei Wenwu realized at that moment that he wanted to live.

The son is abolished.

The inheritance is broken.

However, he is still alive.

And I want to live on.

Live to the end of your life, to the day when you are free from disease and disaster, and die of natural causes.

Knowing the situation in Yan's country, he chose to find a backer to protect himself.

And when the strands of hair gradually fell out of his head, he realized.

Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a platform.

There was nothing in the first place, where to stir up dust.

Backing on a mountain may not be able to keep yourself.

Simply, you still have to protect yourself.

Put yourself in the eyes of everyone, live frankly and openly, and live yourself under the sun - becoming the most eye-catching Internet celebrity anchor in the new era of Yanguo is the best way!

……

Although the man's face was a little fierce, his tone was full of tenderness.

Comparing the image of Sanskrit shouting wheat in the room just now, Xiaoya was suddenly full of curiosity about him.

"Master, I have some questions that I would like to ask. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. ”