After recuperating in the hospital for a few more days, Wang Rong refused the request of several girls to go together, and finally embarked on the road to Shaolin Temple alone.

Shaolin Temple is located at the west foot of Zhongyue Songshan Mountain in the northwest of Pashan City, Xinan Province, backed by Wuru Peak, surrounded by mountains, connected peaks and peaks, scattered, forming a natural barrier. Songshan Mountain is Taimur Mountain in the east, Shaomuro Mountain in the west, each has 36 peaks, the peak is famous, Shaolin Temple is under the five milk peaks of Shaolin Mountain in the dense bamboo forest, so it is called "Shaolin".

Wang Rong's destination this time was here, he got off the plane from Pashan City, and he didn't bother to wait for the car, so he went directly to the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, threw down a few hundred yuan of travel expenses, and Wang Rong Shi Shi walked towards the mountain gate.

Walking to the gate of the mountain, he was already waiting for him at the gate of the mountain, seeing that Wang Rong just wanted to bend down and salute, but was stopped by Wang Rong, looking at the endless stream of pedestrians on both sides, Wang Rong whispered: "Low-key and low-key." ”

"Donor, please. Hearing Wang Rong's words, he lowered his voice and stretched out his hand to invite Wang Rong's side.

Wang Rong nodded, looked at the situation of Shaolin Temple on the spot, couldn't help nodding, and followed the empty back towards the inside.

There were constantly passing monks bowing their heads to the air and saluting, returning the salute one by one, without a little arrogance, and the people they saw that night were like two people. While returning the salute to the monk next to him, he introduced the scenery next to Wang Rong.

Wang Rong of Shaolin Temple doesn't know how many times he has heard it, and he really came here to catch ducks on the shelves for the first time. While listening to the empty introduction to himself to the scenery next to him, he secretly remembered the terrain here in his heart, he still didn't dare to believe in his identity as a fake son, and if they knew that they were not a bullshit world, they would be familiar with the terrain here and run away, and it would not happen that they went around in a circle and then returned to the same place.

Walking through the mountain gate, a long road appeared in front of you, on both sides of the road is the stele forest under the shade of pine and cypress, at the end of the stele forest is the palace of the heavenly king, Wang Rong planned to go in and bow down, but was stopped by the air. They didn't come to bow down to the Buddha this time, the abbot was already waiting for him in the abbot's room.

I don't know how many buildings I walked through, and finally arrived in the abbot's room, walked into the room, and took a brief look at the scenery next to it, the abbot's room was not as luxurious as Wang Rong imagined, but it was very simple, but it was this simple environment that gave Wang Rong a feeling of depression.

That's right, it's the feeling of depression, standing here, as if there are countless eyes watching you tightly. Wang Rong didn't like this feeling very much, and under this atmosphere, the immortal root faintly made a chanting sound in his body, ready to move.

Wang Rong tried his best to suppress the immortal root, pretending that nothing had happened, glanced at the empty abbot's room, looked at the empty room next to him and asked, "Likong, didn't you say that the abbot is waiting for me here?"

"Donor, you're moved. Suddenly there was a sound of knocking on a wooden fish in the silent house, and a voice sounded in the space, which made Wang Rong suddenly have an illusion, there was no emotion in this voice, as if it was a robot speaking.

Could this be what a monk who has seen through the red dust looks like? Wang Rong used to be quite envious of the life of a monk who had attained the Tao, especially during the period when he lost Liu Ying, and he wanted to be like a monk, all fate, and all thoughts were cut off.

It's just that when he really saw this, he suddenly felt a little lucky, maybe his original choice was really right, fortunately he didn't become a monk, if he really became like this, it would be too late for him to cry.

Following the sound, I saw that the wall in front of me suddenly cracked from the middle, and a figure slowly walked out of the middle, holding a wooden fish in his left hand, holding a wooden stick in his right hand, rhythmically beating the wooden fish in his hand, with a solemn face on his face.

Wang Rong looked at the other party speechlessly, very unaccustomed to his temperament that everything is empty, and retorted: "I am originally a person in the world, what does it matter if my heart is not moving? ”

"Amitabha. The abbot's hand kept moving, and he said a Buddha name, but there was still no expression on his face, and nodded, "The donor is right, it's the old man who is in love." ”

"Okay, okay" Wang Rong is really a little worried about talking to this old monk again, he really can't help but take off his shoes and slap the other party's face, yes, he's really good at pretending to be B. "Didn't you tell me to come over? ”

"Amitabha. The abbot said the Buddha name again, and then turned his head to look at the empty way, "Senior brother, you can take this benefactor in." ”

"Yes, Senior Abbot. He walked up to Wang Rong and stretched out his hand and said, "Donor, please." ”

Uh, this is leaving? Wang Rong is inexplicable, didn't they let him come over? His eyes fell on Kong's body, a little surprised, I didn't expect that this bald head turned out to be the abbot's junior brother, and it was really the nine sons of the dragon, each of them is different. I'm really a little skeptical that their master is biased or something.

Wang Rong wanted to ask, but said again: "The donor, please." ”

Well, knowing that you can't get anything from their mouths, please just please, take the lead out of the door, take a few quick steps, walk in front of Wang Rong, and keep stretching out his hand to guide Wang Rong.

The more you walk, the more strange it is, it seems to be more and more remote here, along the stone road walked about 300 meters, there are many towers of different sizes suddenly in front of you, one by one stands in front, and then closer, many towers have exquisite carvings on them, one by one lifelike.

If this is a tower, it is too small, and I am afraid that people will not be able to squeeze into it. Looking at the towers standing everywhere next to him, Wang Rong asked curiously, "What is this?"

With a solemn face, he folded his hands in front of his chin, respectfully saluted the tower in front of him, and then turned his head and explained: "This is the tower of Shaolin Temple." ”

Wang Rong suddenly remembered the origin of Tallinn, it is said that this is the burial place of the presiding monks of Shaolin Temple, in other words, this is the cemetery of the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

After death, Wang Rong put away his smiling face, bowed respectfully, saw Wang Rong's movements, showed a smile in the air, and waited until Wang Rong straightened up, then stretched out his hand and said: "Donor, please come with me." ”

Passing through the middle of Tallinn, and finally came to a relatively small tower, his empty hands were interlocked, his sleeves were windy, and he made a gesture towards the tower in front of him, and in Wang Rong's surprised gaze, the tower in front of him actually moved slowly like this, revealing a black hole below.