On a hillside outside Songyang City.

Tang Lang looked back at the small Songyang City, sighed, and said, "I only hope that God will bless the people of Songyang City and not be slaughtered by Wang Renze." ”

The old army said: "In my opinion, most of the people in Songyang City will die without a place to bury...... After all, the magistrate of Songyang County is just a mediocre official. ”

"......That's right," Tang Lang continued, "Now, the world is in turmoil, and we can't manage so much, we just want to be good for ourselves." - Brother Cheng, Brother Lao Jun, Xiaohu and I are going to be separated from the two of you here for the time being. ”

Cheng Yanjin patted Tang Lang's shoulder and said loudly: "Brother Tang, Li Shimin has always been eager to seek talents, and now he is recruiting, are you really not going?" ”

Tang Lang said: "Don't go." ”

Cheng Yanjin asked, "Then where are you going to take Xiaohu to?" ”

Tang Lang said: "Go to Shaolin Temple." Shaolin Temple under the Five Milk Peaks of Taimur Mountain. ”

Cheng Biting Jin Yuan opened his eyes and said, "-Shaolin Temple!?" You two really fucking want to become monks? ”

Tang Lang said: "That's nature. However, if Brother Cheng needs help in the future, just come to Shaolin Temple to find me. ”

……

The sky is getting darker and darker.

Tang Lang looked at the distant backs of Cheng Yanjin and Lao Jun, his eyes were foggy, and he suddenly felt that he didn't know in which life as if he had lived with them.

So, he said silently: "...... All encounters in the world are reunions after a long absence......"

Zhang Xiaohu next to him felt inexplicable, and couldn't help but ask Tang Lang: "Brother Tang, what do you mean by this?" Scratching his ears and frowning, he was obviously very puzzled by what Tang Lang said.

"Ah......h

Tang Lang's confused eyes suddenly widened, and he couldn't explain to Zhang Xiaohu, so he said, "The Zen machine must not be leaked." Foyun: Don't say, don't say. As soon as he said it, he showed his face. ”

"This ...... Is it a striker? ”

"Sort of." Tang Lang looked at the sky that was getting gray, changed his words, and said, "Brother Xiaohu, we have to speed up our journey, and it is best to rush to Shaolin Temple in the early morning of tomorrow." ”

As soon as he mentioned Shaolin Temple, Zhang Xiaohu immediately became energetic, "Brother Tang Lang, then let's make a quick march, take advantage of this good moonlight, and rush all the way to Taimur Mountain." ”

"Just call me 'Tang Lang'. Well, from now on, I'll call you 'Little Tiger'. ”

While Tang Lang was talking, he turned his head to look at the night sky, only to see a bend of the moon hanging leisurely in the sky, surrounded by stars, and the Milky Way far away, "The stars are brilliant, just illuminating our way forward." If we speed up, we should be able to reach the Shaolin Temple at the foot of the Wuru Peak of Taimur Mountain tomorrow morning. ”

Zhang Xiaohu was very happy, he took a few breaths of the air of the early summer night a little mischievously, smiled happily, and said: "The outside world is incomparably fresh!" - Tang Lang, let's hit the road. ”

"Xiaohu, let's see who can go faster......"

"Okay......"

Under the stars and moon, the two people ran quickly on the mountain path, and the shadows moved with them.

In the distance, the barking of several dogs came from the dark village houses.

……

The sky is not yet bright, the morning star is lonely, and the moon is sparse.

There is still a faint darkness in the whole world.

There was silence all around.

Outside the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple.

After a night of galloping, Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu were already exhausted and out of breath, and the two of them were constantly steaming up and down.

Zhang Xiaohu said: "I finally arrived at the Shaolin Temple." There was an expression of excitement on his face.

Tang Lang took advantage of the glimmer and raised his eyes to look at the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple - the three big characters of "Shaolin Temple" on the forehead of the door have a long ancient meaning, and on the eight-character walls on both sides, there are ancient books such as "Ancestral Source Truth", "Mahayana Resort", "Batuo Creation", "Songshao Zen Forest" and so on.

A small stream flows slowly in front of the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple. -- This small river is called "Shaomuro Creek" and is one of the sources of Yingshui.

Tang Lang couldn't help but admire: "People say, 'Tibetan Ancient Temple in the deep mountains, Bixi locks Shaolin', this is true!" ”

"Let's go, let's go inside." Zhang Xiaohu urged Tang Lang while walking quickly towards the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, a strong wind struck from behind Tang Lang.

Tang Lang hurriedly turned around.

A flower in front of him, a yellow shadow flashed by.

Tang Lang, who turned his head, saw that there was no one behind him, and when he hurriedly turned his head to look, he happened to see a yellow-robed monk standing firmly in front of the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, looking at them calmly.

Zhang Xiaohu, who was moving forward, was also shocked.

I saw that the yellow-robed monk had a bald face, two white eyebrows, under his nose, under his lips, and between his ears, and his silver-white beard fluttered lightly with the morning breeze, looking like a master outside the world.

Knowing that that person was the great monk of Shaolin Temple for morning exercises, Tang Lang hurriedly said to him: "Master, I have waited for the two of us to come all the way, and I am willing to belong to the Shaolin Sect, please take it in by the master." As he spoke, he immediately knelt on the ground with a "plop".

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaohu knelt on the ground without hesitation, "Please take it in, master!" ”

The yellow-robed monk looked at Tang Lang and then at Zhang Xiaohu, but he didn't ask where they came from, but just said quietly: "You two want to worship in Shaolin, what is the matter?" ”

Tang Lang immediately responded: "I wish to participate in Zen and worship the Buddha, and practice both Zen and martial arts." ”

And Zhang Xiaohu said directly: "Please teach me Shaolin skills." ”

The yellow-robed monk clasped his hands together and seemed not satisfied with the answer of the two of them, and said, "Amitabha! The place outside the Shaolin Temple is already full, but I am afraid that there is no sleeping place for the two donors. According to the old man, the two donors should hurry up and go to another temple. The temples around this Songshan Mountain, to say the least, there are more than a dozen, there is always a place that can be used as a place for the two donors, it does not have to be Shaolin Temple. ”

Tang Lang said loudly: "Master, the two of us are only willing to worship under the Shaolin Gate!" ”

The yellow-robed monk said, "This ...... The old man couldn't do anything, so the two donors went elsewhere. After speaking, he turned around and was about to enter the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Master—"

Tang Lang shouted in his mouth, and said in a panic: "If the master doesn't take him in, the two of us will kneel outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple!" ”

"Alas......"

The yellow-robed monk sighed in his mouth, did not look back, entered the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, and disappeared into the shadow of the Buddha on the red wall.

Looking at the back of the yellow-robed monk in the distance, Tang Langxin said: "It seems that without an iron relationship, you can't enter the Shaolin Temple." ”

Seeing the yellow-robed monk leaving, Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly said, "Tang Lang, let's hurry up and go in." ”

"Ah, that's not polite." Tang Lang groaned, and said slowly: "What's the use of going in? The eight kings of Shaolin Temple eat the scales - they are determined not to accept us, even if they go in, it is useless. His face hung down in frustration, like a defeated rooster.

Zhang Xiaohu said: "Then we will kneel outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple!" The tone was quite firm and tough.

Tang Lang obviously knew that this strategy was not easy to use, and at present, he also knelt outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple before talking. So, he and Zhang Xiaohu knelt on the dirt outside the mountain gate.

……

The sky is getting brighter.

The monks in the Shaolin Temple also started their day's life.

One by one, the warrior monks leaped out of the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple, each holding a wooden barrel flat on his two arms.

-- They were going to fetch water in the brook outside the mountain gate, and they could also practice the strength of their two arms.

When the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple saw Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu kneeling outside the mountain gate, there was no surprise on their faces. Naturally, they have long been accustomed to such scenes.

Immediately afterwards, there were Shaolin Temple monks on duty, holding big brooms in their hands, came to the outside of the mountain gate and cleaned carefully. When they swept to Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu's side, it was as if they didn't see the two of them.

Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu, you look at me, I look at you, looking at each other, silent.

……

Gradually, he climbed to the middle of the heavens.

It was early summer, and although Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu knelt in the shade of the trees outside the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple, they did not feel a little hot.

……

By this afternoon, Tang Lang was already a little unable to support it, and his stomach was "growling" angrily. - He hadn't eaten for a day and a night, so it's no wonder he's not hungry!

As soon as Tang Lang's stomach screamed, Zhang Xiaohu's stomach also seemed to be induced, and he kept "cooing".

Tang Lang asked Zhang Xiaohu: "Are you hungry?" ”

"Not hungry."

Zhang Xiaohu replied resolutely. He still persevered, and he believed that his sincerity would be valued by the monks of the Shaolin Temple.

Tang Lang sighed, shook his head again, and said, "You don't want to die!" - Hey, let me tell you, I know that there is a village nearby called Wangjia Village, so why don't you ...... Let's go there and order something to eat. ”

The Wangjia Village that Tang Lang mentioned was naturally the village that the shepherd girl Bai Wufang once pointed out to him. He expected that Bai Wufang would live in Wangjia Village.

So, Tang Lang thought about leading Zhang Xiaohu to Wangjia Village first, so that Zhang Xiaohu and Bai Wuflaw could get to know each other first.

But Zhang Xiaohu said resolutely: "No." We must insist on waiting until the Shaolin Temple takes us in. If we sneak out to eat, it means that we are not sincere. ”

Tang Lang said: "Xiaohu, this can't be done, we want to enter the Shaolin Temple, we must change the way." You see the two of us kneeling here, those monks from Shaolin Temple didn't even look at it, obviously they had seen too much, and they were no longer surprised. For the sake of this, we need to fill our stomachs quickly, and then I will think of a clever plan......"

Zhang Xiaohu knew the truth of what Tang Lang said, the two of them had been kneeling for almost a day, and no monk had come to inquire at all, it was as if they didn't exist.

"I wanted to use my sincerity to move the monks of Shaolin Temple, but I didn't expect that they would ignore us at all. Tang Lang, what you said is also ......"

The two agreed.

So, Tang Lang and Zhang Xiaohu sat on the ground together, kneeling for a day, their legs seemed to be numb.

After resting for a while, the two stood up.

Tang Lang walked in front, Zhang Xiaohu followed behind him, and the two slowly walked out of the boundary of Shaolin Temple and walked towards a village in a mountain col.

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