It didn't take long for Ye Ling and the other four to unconsciously surpass the other travelers by too much, climbed to the top of the mountain, and came to the gate of the Vermilion Temple. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, two rows of small novices wearing monk's robes, holding Senluo Huagai umbrellas, chanted Buddha horns, and slowly walked towards both sides.

When the little novice stood up, two novices with wooden fish and a golden bowl came out, gently tapping the Buddhist scriptures, closing their eyes and chanting.

Then, monks in red robes walked out, holding Buddhist beads in their hands, with solemn faces, these people were all senior monks from all over the world, who had just finished the puja.

"Not to mention, I feel that they really seem to have some skills, and they are not as corrupt as they say on the Internet. ”

Mo Xing pursed his lips and said, the group of novices and monks in front of him, the Buddha name with their heads bowed and chanting, every sound seemed to be able to calm people's hearts and wash away a little dryness.

Ye Ling on the side nodded, his face serious: "There are many sailors on the Internet, and there are many angry youths, you don't want to think about it, can the temple that can lead the Han Buddhism Niu Er, can have some skills?"

The dignified Shaolin Temple, if it is really as unscrupulous as the water army on the Internet said, it will be too humiliating to this ancient temple that has been powerful for thousands of years.

When the presiding abbots all walked to the front of the mountain gate, the monk Shi Da also walked out and bent down towards everyone, and everyone returned the salute again and again.

"Abbot, it's really a pity that I didn't see Uncle Shi Wujian this time, I hope to bother me next time. ”

"Abbot Shiran, if you have time, you can come to my temple to talk about Buddhism, and I will lead the people to meet Abbot Shiran in front of the mountain gate. ”

All the abbots said again and again, relieved that the abbot hurriedly looked back, not daring to have the slightest slack, these people in front of him are all high and scary, and their own masters are the same generation, without the slightest delay.

The presiding officers left, leaving only a festival venue, in the Shaolin Temple, on a wooden platform about ten meters high, lit an everlasting lamp.

The lights flickered faintly in the daytime, and swayed in the wind, but there was no sign of extinguishing.

The great monk of Relief sent these hosts and others away, and when he returned to the temple, he suddenly glanced at Ye Ling, smiled slightly, and nodded towards Ye Ling.

Ye Ling also returned the salute and smiled slightly: "This relieved abbot, there is some meaning, the outside world says that his stomach is full of copper smell, in fact, I think he is the most expert in psychology who knows how to study people's hearts and Buddhism." ”

The four of them didn't say so much, and began to enter the Shaolin Temple and wandered around, every time there was a hall, the four of them would enter, but they didn't worship the Buddha.

Ye Ling's identity naturally goes without saying, even if the Buddha is there in person, he can't afford his worship, Mo Siqing is his woman and enjoys the same status.

And Mo Xing doesn't have to say, King Fuluo is reincarnated, Nuo is a big immortal realm, who is blessed with a rich position, I'm afraid that as soon as this guy kneels, the Buddha statue will burst, and something big will happen.

The Dragon King Palace, the Bodhidharma Wall Stone, Tallinn, the ancient martial arts training ground, and many other halls, four of which are specially visited, is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

In the Zhu Hong's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is claimed that there are eight million volumes of scriptures, of course, this number must be falsely reported, and I am afraid that even in the peak period of the Tang Dynasty, it cannot exceed this number.

Ye Ling and the other four wandered around in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, trying to find the miraculous Yijin Sutra in the martial arts world, but unfortunately, there was no trace in the end.

It was Mo Xing, as soon as he entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he saw an old monk with a white beard sweeping the floor with a broom, so he ran up directly, grabbed the old monk's hand and smiled.

The old monk was startled, thinking that a nervous disorder had popped out of nowhere, so he hurriedly took a broom and stood on guard: "This donor, is there something wrong?"

"Hehe, sweeping monk, right? I can be regarded as finding you, I have heard of the great name for a long time, the mysterious master of the strongest martial arts in the Shaolin Temple!"

Ye Ling and Li Qi Mo Siqing were stunned suddenly, I damn it, is this guy too much Tianlong Babu, crazy.

When the old monk with a broom heard this, he became more cautious: "Donor, this is Shaolin Temple, please respect yourself, the poor monk is a monk who sweeps the floor, and he doesn't know martial arts, so please respect yourself." ”

As he spoke, the old monk hurriedly wanted to leave, Mo Xing pursed his lips and darkened his face: "Hey, are all the masters in the world such a modest demeanor, don't worry, I won't pester you, just appreciate the posture of the masters." ”

"Hey, don't go, don't go monks, I just want you to point me through the maze, I feel that I am a lost horse in the world, without your guidance, I can't get out of this confusion at all. ”

When the old monk heard this, his face suddenly changed: "My mother, I'm crazy." ”

After speaking, the old monk picked up his Buddhist robe, turned around and ran, and Mo Xingleng, who was sturdy and watching, was in a daze: "It is worthy of being a master outside the world, even running is so agile, it is really a Xtep, flying feeling." ”

Ye Ling on the side had a dark face and walked to Mo Xing's side: "You are not ashamed, hurry up, it's really embarrassing to come out with you." ”

The four of them slowly walked around the Shaolin Temple, and suddenly the four of them saw a lot of tourists running in the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Hey, buddy, what's wrong with the Daxiong Treasure Hall? Could it be that some miracle has appeared? Or has the Buddha appeared?"

Mo Xing directly grabbed a young man and asked, the young man looked at Mo Xing and pouted: "Manifestation? ”

After speaking, the young man directly broke free from Mo Xing's pull and ran towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Mo Xing's eyes suddenly lit up: "What? ”

Ye Ling and the three of them are also very interested, this is quite interesting, there is a fight in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, you know, it is the most solemn and sacred place in the entire temple.

And this is still Shaolin Temple, I haven't heard of it, the world's martial arts out of Shaolin, dare to do it here, I'm impatient, I may be beaten up anytime and anywhere.

"Damn, a lot of people, let me see. ”

Mo Xing immediately squeezed towards the crowd, and Ye Ling and the other three also followed Mo Xing's body like a slippery loach, passed through many obstacles, and successfully squeezed inside.

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, incense burns and incense smoke rises, and in front of the incense burner, eighteen monks with pained faces lie on the ground.

The eighteen bronze people of Shaolin Temple are not as magical as the legend, of course, these eighteen people are not the so-called eighteen bronze people, Ye Ling is very clear, the real eighteen bronze people are in the back mountain.

And in front of these eighteen bronze figures, a guy from an island country holding an Oriental sword and wearing a samurai uniform stood on the ground with a look of disdain.

"Shaolin Kung Fu Trash! The Knife School of our island country is the strongest!"