The first rays of sunlight in the morning are gentle and soft, and through the layers of floating clouds, they are sprinkled in the mountains of Shaomuro.

Several bells buzzed, ethereal and vast, fluttering among the clouds unchanged for many years, following the mountain wind, rippling leisurely in all directions.

It's just the early morning, the sun has just shown red cheeks from the east, in the middle of Songshan Mountain, on the glorious bluestone stairs leading to the temple on the mountain, you can already see a lot of pilgrims, looking up to the morning breeze, stepping on the morning light, with a heart of great reverence, pilgrimage, step by step towards the Buddhist holy land, Zen ancestral garden.

In the mountain behind the temple, a team of young monks, showing the vigor of young talents, under the leadership of the senior brother, startled a burst of birds that had just woken up from their sleep scattered, sprinkled all the way cheerful and energetic shouting, back and forth on the mountain trail, buckets of water, transported from the mountain to the temple.

On Shaomu Mountain, you can vaguely see the thousand-year-old temple hidden in the forest, which is simple and solemn. When you walk to the foot of the mountain, you can feel a faint Zen feeling, shrouded in the temple that peeks out from between the branches, and it seems to form a cloud of mist, which cannot be dispersed by the wind and cannot be dissipated by the rain.

Looking from afar, the clouds in the sky seem to be touched by this Zen feeling, the wind rises and falls, between the clouds and clouds, a huge Buddha statue of mercy and compassion, looming in the clouds, changing with the breeze, very magical.

It may be because of the perennial incense that has not been interrupted, the entire Shaomur Mountain, and even the entire Songshan territory, there is a wisp of ubiquitous Zen incense, in the wisps of Zen sound that seems to be nothing, chanting scriptures, ups and downs, smelling it makes people feel comfortable, listening to it makes people clear in spirit, and people can't help but have a kind of peace and contentment, hate not to live in seclusion here, and often accompany my Buddha's mentality.

And this is the Shaolin Temple of the Northern Song Dynasty!

"Squeak!"

Pushing open the door, bathed in the warm and warm sunshine, the dusk of the night's rest stretched a big lazy waist, and shook his still slightly swollen head, trying to shake off the tiredness of this body.

"Master Huang, you're awake!" As soon as he stepped out of the room, the young monk who had been meditating in the courtyard hurriedly got up, cautiously came to Dusk's side, and greeted him a little jerkyly.

"Wake up, what, the little master is waiting for me here, is there anything wrong!" yawned a few times, and his face was pale with a hint of dusk, and he couldn't help but look up and down at the little monk in front of him, who was not amazing, and couldn't even talk about it in general, and chuckled.

"Master Huang, the master ordered the little monk to tell the donor that the host master is waiting for you in the Daxiong Treasure Hall!" Feeling the gaze of the dusk, the young monk became more restrained, and hurriedly bowed his head and said.

"Oh, I finally can't help it!" Pursing the corners of his mouth, Dusk hugged the monk who was stiff and didn't know how to react, and said with a smile: "Then let's go, don't let Abbot Xuanci wait too long!" ”

After that, regardless of whether the young monk was willing or not, Dusk directly pulled him towards the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Follow the dusk all the way, the young monks are more and more puzzled in their hearts, the Shaolin Temple buildings are lined up one after another, jagged and scattered, the path between the meditation room and the front hall is crooked, and the middle is staggered I don't know how much, I have stayed in the Shaolin Temple for more than 20 years, because of the reason that I have not walked for a long time, and sometimes I can't feel the direction, how can this benefactor be more familiar with the road in the temple than himself, I can't see a little bit of it at all, as if it is his own home, it is difficult to be a disciple of his own sect, but how has he not been shaved, and...

Thinking that this benefactor fell from the sky for no reason and smashed directly on himself, and later chose to take care of him himself, the young monk looked at the young man's back with doubts and a hint of awe.

In a moment, dusk has come to the front hall, and after the novice in front of the temple door has entered and passed the word, the dusk of tidying up his clothes is accompanied by a young monk and slowly enters the main hall.

It is not the same place, but it is an old scene, there is no decay like twilight, only to see the grandeur like the golden palace.

It is also the Daxiong Treasure Palace, but the Shaolin Temple of the Southern Song Dynasty is far less prosperous here, especially the monks sitting in two rows, and they have a vitality that is difficult to see in their own temples.

With a long breath, facing the monks with different expressions in the hall, he stepped forward to the center of the hall at dusk, folded his hands, and saluted the old monk sitting cross-legged at the head without any fear: "Kong Ming has seen Master Xuanci!" ”

As soon as the words fell, there was an exclamation in the hall, not to mention the young monks who came in with dusk, even the group of monks under the solemn Buddha statue, all showed surprised expressions.

Looking left and right, Xuan Ci smiled kindly, chanted a Buddha trumpet, and said: "Senior disciples, I don't know which one accepted this young man as an apprentice, and the poor monk still doesn't know!" ”

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Abbot is laughing!" Looking at each other, they all shook their heads, and Xuan Lonely replied with a smile.

"Oh, since none of you have accepted you as an apprentice, I don't know who the young master is!" Turning his head, Xuan Ci asked at Dusk.

"Under the master, Master Wubai, the abbot of Shaolin!" Facing everyone, the corner of the young man's mouth hooked and chuckled.

"What!"

If the young man called Xuan Ci his uncle just now, the monks could still laugh and think that the young man might be a registered disciple of a certain senior brother. But now the young man actually claims to be a disciple of the abbot of Shaolin, and the abbot of Shaolin in his mouth is not Xuan Ci, which makes some monks with unstable temperament directly look at the young man, and Xuan Nan, who is sitting next to Xuan Ci, can't help but scold: "Where did the hairy boy come from, he speaks so unreasonably!" ”

With a move of his eyebrows, Dusk glanced at Xuan Nan, and did not answer, but put his eyes on Xuan Ci, who had a moving expression on his face.

"The poor monk Xuanci, now living in the position of the abbot of Shaolin, I don't know what the abbot of Wubai in the mouth of the young man is, and what kind of monk is the temple!" After looking at the young man carefully, Xuan Ci hesitated for a moment and asked.

"Master Wubai, the current abbot of the Southern Song Dynasty and Songshan Shaolin Temple!" Raising his head slightly, Dusk said proudly.

"Southern Song Dynasty..."

"How is it possible, the Southern Song Dynasty is not hundreds of thousands of miles away from here!"

"Isn't that the accident two days ago related to this teenager..."

Hearing the whispered discussion of the monks, the expressions of several senior monks in the first place became solemn, and a trace of suspicion flashed in their eyes.

"In that case, when the Void Array, which had been silent for hundreds of years in the Japanese Temple, suddenly activated, it was also because of you, Shaoxia!" In the suddenness of the monks, Xuan Ci couldn't see the anger on his face, and still asked kindly.

"This..." Scratching his head, Dusk said uncertainly: "If there are no other special circumstances, it should be down!" ”

Speaking of the situation in Shaolin, Dusk is also very depressed, according to the official website, entering the new rivers and lakes, players will randomly appear in a no-man's land, they can be good, in full view, directly smashed into the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, and coincidentally, just hit a monk. Could it be because he came over in the Void Array, and he also brought automatic positioning.

What's more, according to Dusk, I didn't come to Shaolin directly, but first got the "Northern Spiritual Skill" and then said, now it's good, I have to change my plan and announce my identity in advance.