The ancient temple in the deep mountains, several miles into the cloud peak. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The ancient wood covers the path, and the clock is insignificant.

Follow the bell that echoes in the mountains and forests, find a direction at dusk, face the breeze, step on the sun, full of expectations, climb the stairs, think about your own dreams of rivers and lakes, and set sail again...

Of course, the picture is beautiful, but as time passes, the mood of dusk gradually becomes a little sad.

Confucius Yun, the heavens will descend on the Si people, must be the first... Well, what is the content of the back, as a scumbag, the dusk has long forgotten, and whether this sentence was said by Confucius or not, he can't be sure, but is the meaning still that, pig's feet always have to go through some tribulations, isn't it, there's no need to care about these details, right!

Is this the treatment of the protagonist! Or did he say that he had just cheated that old man, and he deliberately didn't send himself to a certain town! Dusk is still indignant about the environment in which this matter is located, and he is still a martial arts predecessor and a famous man in the rivers and lakes, won't he pit you, as for being so stingy!

Looking at the sun gradually turning west, dusk feels like I have completely lost myself in this picturesque mountain forest.

Originally, just beginning in the direction of the bell, it feels easy to find the ancient temple at dusk, maybe there are any hermit masters hidden in it, and he relies on his domineering spirit and the aura of the protagonist who has just appeared behind his head, so he doesn't let the senior master obediently accept himself as an apprentice, so if he goes on, he can't just become a martial arts master, dominate the martial arts, and walk on the pinnacle of life, think about it and a little excited...

It's a pity, if you don't really lift the hijab, you never know how big the gap between imagination and reality is...

After tossing and turning on the winding path in the mountains a few times, if you can't see the sun through the gaps in the leaves in the mountains, I'm afraid you won't even be able to find the direction at dusk.

Of course, it's still secondary to find any adventures, jumping off a cliff to find death and returning to the city, this is a good way, and I don't have any cultivation now, even if I die once, it doesn't hurt, but the nearest Nai He Temple is in which town.

It's just that the first time I said that I was sent to this deep mountain and old forest like this.

Dusk thought in a depressed state.

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Although the Southern Song Dynasty is one of the feudal kingdoms that has been inherited for hundreds of years, the Southern Song Dynasty, which has been across this land for hundreds of years and is one of the six feudal heroes at its peak, has developed to the present, not to mention the military strength, and even the area of the land on which the people live is less than half of the heyday. A large area of territory was divided between the rising Mongolian State and the Dajin Kingdom, and countless Han people lived in dire straits under the rule and oppression of nomadic people, longing for the king to set the north, but what they waited for was the drunken dream of the Southern Song Dynasty magnates to make Hangzhou Bianzhou.

If it weren't for the fact that Mongolia and Jin were not united for the time being because of the conflict of interests, coupled with the thousand-year-old heritage of the Southern Song Dynasty, even if it was already declining, the energy that erupted before dying was probably extraordinary, so the Southern Song Dynasty could save this last breath under the iron horse of foreign races.

The six Songshan mountains that stand in the north of the Hanyi River are one of the five mountains built in imitation of the Songshan of the Han Dynasty, nearly 800 years of washing, so that the six Songshan mountains at this time have already been integrated with their respective heaven and earth, no matter where you look at it, it is difficult to imagine that this towering mountains, panic mountains, are actually artificially built.

And when it comes to Songshan, even ordinary people in the rivers and lakes may think of a famous temple!

Shaolin Temple!

As a holy place of Zen Buddhism, it has a pivotal position among people in the rivers and lakes and among the general population. Not to mention that the Songshan Shaolin Temple of the Han Dynasty is a first-class faction of the Han Dynasty, it is said that the mission was in the north of the Han Yi River, at this time in the Northern Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty Songshan Shaolin, even if it has been invaded by foreign tribes, in the Shaolin of the Great Yuan Dynasty, but they are all Taishan Beidou in the rivers and lakes of their respective countries, the leading Jianghu sect.

However, due to the geographical barrier, coupled with the wars, natural disasters and man-made disasters that have lasted for hundreds of years, the rivers and lakes of each country are now independent, and there is little contact. Although each sect is nominally a lineage, from the suzerainty of the Hanyi Jiangbei, it has long since lost the connection between them.

Let's just talk about this Shaolin, don't look at the Shaolin of the Northern Song Dynasty and the Ming Kingdom, which developed rapidly and became a big force at the level of the leader of the martial arts, but in Songshan Shaolin, which has been occupied by the Jin State, it is not so lucky.

After the Huotoutuo case decades ago, coupled with the impact of the war between the Jin and Song dynasties, it was originally one of the best famous factions in this area of rivers and lakes, and the Shaolin Temple has long been in decline. In the face of threats from the outside world and the nuisance of the enemy, Shaolin Temple had no choice but to make the decision to close the mountain.

For decades, all the magnificence in the rivers and lakes has nothing to do with Shaolin, not to mention the Quanzhen Sect, which has become the largest sect in the rivers and lakes, and even the master of Yideng who is also a disciple of Zen Buddhism, the fame of one person is enough to crush the current Shaolin.

Before the Huotoutuo case, Shaolin can be said to be extremely prosperous, not to mention that the pilgrims are like clouds, that is, the disciples in the temple, there are enough tens of thousands of people, but now, natural disasters and man-made disasters, the Shaolin disciples at this time are less than a thousand, plus the reason for the closure of the mountain, the younger generation of disciples is even few.

It's a bit far-fetched, let's just say that after the Shaolin mountain was closed, the communication with the world under the mountain was almost zero, except for some special items, the entire Shaolin Temple can be said to be self-sufficient over the years.

It's dusk, uh... All right!

It was evening, and the sun was sinking in the west.

A waterfall descends vertically, like a silver curtain, hanging between the cliffs.

The waterfall hits the water, the waves splash in all directions, the momentum is like a tiger, and the sound is like thunder.

More than ten monks show their sturdy upper body, under the waterfall, each occupies a bluestone, in the roar full of anger, the fists and feet dance, the tiger and the tiger are in the wind.

Under the impact of years of flowing water, the surface of the bluestone has already become very smooth, and it is not easy for ordinary people to even stand on it, let alone dance on it, this group of monks, it is not simple.

The waterfall flies back, the water splashes are stirring, the fists and feet are in the wind, the water stains and sweat stains are sandwiched together, and the resolute faces and bronze bodies of the monks are hung.

After a while, after a set of boxing techniques, the monks after a short rest, went ashore to pick up the pointed bottom bucket, each of them made two buckets of water, under the leadership of the leading monk, the arms were parallel to the ground, lined up, and were about to run back to the temple as usual, when a sound of rustling came from the forest next to it.

"Wait a minute..." A young man in Mai, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, came out of a pile of bushes, and just shouted at the monks, he fell to the ground exhausted, panting for breath.

"It's a person..." A monk looked at the weak young man, and asked the senior brother next to him very strangely.

"yes, I'm still a teenager!" The monk who was asked was also extremely curious to look at this species called "boy".

"It's really rare, I haven't seen such a young guy in the mountains for many years!" Another monk said: "It's been closed for decades, how did this little guy get here!" ”

"Who knows, maybe it's the child of the mountain hunter!"

"Yes, but we've been fishing for more than ten years, but we've never seen any Orions..."

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