Millennial ancient temple, Zen smoke and incense, with the legendary Thousand Buddha Hall is the most favorite place for tourists, Zhang Chuang and the brothers and sisters entered the Thousand Buddha Hall when there was a tour group of more than 20 people in visiting, the members of the group have old and young, wearing a small yellow hat with a duck tongue, holding a small pennant in their hands, listening attentively to the introduction of the history of the Thousand Buddha Hall by the mouth of the tour guide.

"Everyone pay attention to the foot sockets on the ground, this is the hardest blue brick ground, the foot sockets are a total of forty-eight, all of them are the marks left by the Shaolin monks when they practiced, you can touch the feet on the ground with your hands, feel the perseverance of the Shaolin monks who practiced martial arts, day after day, year after year, I don't know how many years it took to form forty-eight foot sockets......"

The voice of the tour guide is very infectious, and the words seem to be full of infinite admiration for the Hengwu spirit of the Shaolin monks.

Ye Fei also squatted down and gently touched a deep foot socket with his palm, he sighed slightly in his heart, if only he could meet a Shaolin monk who could step out of the foot socket, he would definitely be able to heal the little sister's leg with this kung fu......

"Next I will take you to the White Clothes Palace, the mural on the gable is painted on the famous warrior monk Zhan Luo, Zhan Ju instructed the monks to practice martial arts, the legend also conceals the best Shaolin mastery of the heart of the exercises, if you have the fate to learn a trick and a half style for a lifetime to benefit endlessly, visit the mural can only be seen with the eyes, not allowed to take pictures and touch, otherwise a high fine will be imposed, if the mural is damaged will even be investigated for criminal responsibility, please be sure to pay attention."

The tour guide is quite familiar with the various scenic spots of Shaolin Temple, and casually told the origin and precautions of the murals, which is worthy of eating this bowl of rice.

Zhang Chuang bent down and reached out to pat Ye Fei on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Ye Zi, let's also go to the White Palace to have a look." ”

"Good!" Ye Fei stood up with a sound and followed the tour group in the direction of the White Clothes Palace.

The White Clothes Hall is also known as the Hall of Hammers, where the world-famous murals of Shaolin warrior monks are located, and the murals on the gables and the foot sockets in the Thousand Buddha Hall are also the best proof that Shaolin Kung Fu was once prominent.

The mural of the Baiyi Hall of Shaolin Temple in the White Clothes Temple, the middle wall is painted in the early Tang Dynasty thirteen stick monks to save the Tang King, the Shaolin monk Jina Luo Li Yu Red Turban Army and other legendary stories, the north wall depicts the scene of the Qing official Lin Qing watching the warrior monk drill, the warrior monks are fighting hand-to-hand, and the south wall is the scene of the painting of weapon training.

The picture is vivid and vivid, the Shaolin Temple has gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes, the murals have suffered many times from the damage of different Cheng dù, and then it has been vigorously repaired to make it glow again, the legend that the murals hide the long-lost supreme martial arts of Shaolin, and people who are destined to get a glimpse of the mysteries can benefit from it for a lifetime as long as they understand one or two.

The legend does not know whether it is true or not, but the mural is a real thing, which has also attracted countless people who come to visit, whether it is fate or not, it is always not wrong to come and try your luck.

Ye Fei followed the tour group into the white-clothed hall, he did not wait to squeeze in front of the mural like everyone else, but watched from a distance, his eyesight is good, he can see clearly without crowding with people, but he is not satisfied with it, and wants to touch the mural.

Two long lines of separation are drawn in front of the mural, and several monks are guarding the side, who do not allow visitors to touch the mural so as not to damage the temple's most precious fresco.

There are obviously many traces of repair in the mural, but it does not affect the integrity of the picture, but what Ye Fei can see is no different from what others see, and when he looked up, he found that there were several surveillance cameras hidden on the top beam, and everyone's every move here was under control.

Seeing Ye Fei looking at the mural intently, Zhang Chuang couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Ye Zi, do you see any doorways?" ”

Ye Fei shook his head blankly and said, "Not yet, maybe I don't have this fate!" ”

Zhang Chuang said with a smile: "Don't worry, you look slowly, if everyone can understand the things on the painting, it won't be unusual, when you finish reading, let's go to the Dharma Cave." ”

"Hmm!" Ye Fei responded, and then focused his attention on the mural, and unconsciously took a few steps forward, standing next to the isolation line, he stood opposite a fat monk with thick shoulders and a round waist, and the funniest thing was that the monk was wearing a pair of shiny wide-brimmed sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

A group of people walked in at the door of the hall, seven men with flat heads and a woman with long curly hair, this group of people entered the door without looking at the Buddha or the murals, and their malicious eyes were all focused on the backs of Zhang Chuang and his brothers and sisters, and one of the middle-aged men with a full face of flesh glanced at the curly-haired woman beside him and made a gesture to her.

The mouth gesture is different from the gesture, as long as you move the mouth, the other party can understand, light and simple, the curly-haired woman is very smart, she will know a slight chin, and walk behind Ye Fei unhurriedly, the rubber-soled shoes she wears, her heels hit the ground first when she walks, and she hardly makes much sound.

Seeing that the curly-haired woman had quietly stood behind Ye Fei, the middle-aged man glanced at the two flat-headed men beside him, the two nodded knowingly, poked his hand into his trouser pocket and slowly pushed Zhang Chuang, who was in a wheelchair, and quickly stood behind him quietly, stretching his neck to make a look of watching the mural.

The corners of the middle-aged man's mouth raised a cold arc, and he strode to the statue of the white-clothed Bodhisattva, clasped his palms together and worshipped as if he was religious, and muttered in a low voice: "Amitabha, bless me Ke Zhen Nanshun to make this deal, and I will definitely add some sesame oil money to you......"

The middle-aged man's surname is Ke Zhennan, is the leader of an underground gang in Kaifeng City, don't look at his fierce appearance, but his mind is very sensitive, and he himself is still a practitioner, with a hand of Xiaohong fist in Kaifeng Road played a loud name, this time someone found him to pay a considerable amount of remuneration, threatened to buy two foreign broads and a foot, by people's money and people to eliminate disasters, this kind of work to make a lot of money is rare to encounter, money to earn, but can not leave the beginning and end, a little brain can be captured.

Ye Fei looked intently at the mural on the gable, unaware that there was a woman standing behind him, even if he knew, he might only regard her as an ordinary tourist watching the mural, his eyes inadvertently swept over the face of the big monk opposite, suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and he saw from the refraction of the sunglasses that the curly-haired woman behind him was holding a small needle in her left hand, and the sharp needle was slowly approaching her waist.