The night was gentle, the moon was like a dream, the two looked at each other like this, and after a long time, neither of them took the initiative to speak. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The fat monk was still smiling, but after the excitement of dusk, the fatigue of the day and the tossing and turning of the night for half the night, now sitting up and not saying a word for so long, sleepiness can't stop coming up.

Barely cheered up, seeing that the fat monk still didn't mean to speak, Dusk, who had always been passive, had to take the initiative to speak, and said tiredly: "Master, I see that you have finished reading it, is there anything else!" ”

"What do you say..." The fat monk replied with a smile that made Dusk want to vomit blood.

"Wairi..." scolded in his heart, Dusk stretched helplessly, and said softly: "Look and see, if the master is fine, the kid will sleep!" ”

"It's okay, you sleep with yours, I'll watch me!" The fat monk still had a smile on his face, and said without hurry.

You're a cow, anyway, the Shaolin Temple belongs to your great monk, and I can still drive you away!

"Okay, whatever you want..." It's not like a joke to look at the fat monk, and the dusk can't be controlled so much, so you can watch it if you want, love it.

To tell the truth, as an otaku, lying down, has long become a basic skill at dusk, just now because of the "Jiuyang Sutra", he just entered the game too irritable, but once the irritability period has passed, the attraction of the bed to him is great.

The world is big, the sleep is the biggest, and it doesn't matter that the fat monk is next to him, anyway, the fat monk looks like a master, and he can't resist what he wants to do, so he doesn't care about him, he is at peace, and he said good night to the fat monk, and he lay down in the slightly surprised gaze of the fat monk at dusk.

As soon as I lay down, endless sleepiness swept in, but in a moment, in this game world, on the bed in the meditation room of Shaolin Temple, under the gaze of the fat monk, dusk fell asleep peacefully for the first time.

"This kid..." Seeing that the boy really slept unscrupulously, the fat monk could only shake his head helplessly.

A breeze blew, and the fat monk disappeared at the head of the bed, and there was only a young man left in this meditation room who was sleeping peacefully and snoring slightly...

Hojo-in.

Two rows of candles, one side of the couch, several scriptures, Zen characters hanging.

"Squeak..." Between the flickering of the candlelight, the fat monk pushed open the door of the abbot's room with a big grin, found a futon to sit down, and glanced at the three senior brothers sitting in the room.

The monk sitting on the abbot's seat looks old and old, wearing a robe, but his face is very handsome, it is not difficult to see that this abbot must have been a beautiful man when he was young.

Master Wujing sat cross-legged, folded his hands, closed his eyes and secretly recited the Heart Sutra, but only opened his eyes when the fat monk came in.

The last person was hidden in the weak place of the candle flame, with a thin figure and a pointed monkey cheek, leaning on a wooden pillar at random, grabbing his body with his hands from time to time, not like Master Wujing who seemed to be an enlightened monk.

Seeing that the attention of the three senior brothers was on himself, although he had been the abbot for decades, facing the three senior brothers sitting under him, a trace of embarrassment flashed in his eyes from time to time.

"Ahem..." The first abbot coughed lightly, looked at the fat monk, and said softly: "Second senior brother, that young man is really the rumored 'immortal boy'!" ”

"Hmm!" Nodding, putting away the smile on his face, the fat monk said: "He is about thirteen or fourteen years old, he has no long things, he doesn't know any martial arts, he doesn't know where he came from, he doesn't know where he returns, he doesn't know where he returns, he is indeed an 'immortal boy' who suddenly emerged in the rivers and lakes today!" ”

"It seems that the prophecy of the Heavenly Machine Pavilion is correct!" Master Abbot nodded and said, "According to the news from the outside world, the current rivers and lakes are indeed as they predicted!" ”

I didn't expect the prophecy of Tianji Pavilion to be true, but there will really be people in this world who have immortal ability, and they are still teenagers who don't know anything about martial arts, which is indeed a big impact on the original martial arts people in the rivers and lakes.

"Whether it's an 'immortal boy' or not," Wujing said: "It has nothing to do with us, this river and lake, we have long been far away, and the mountain has been closed for decades, there is no need for a so-called 'immortal boy', we Shaolin will get into the mess of the rivers and lakes again!" ”

Having said that, the abbot master glanced at the fat monk, and then at the senior brother who was leaning in the shadows, and the prophecy from the Tianji Pavilion couldn't help but come to mind.

・・・

"In the troubled times, the war was monstrous, the Southern Song Dynasty court was struggling, the people were precarious at dawn, the two iron horses were raging in the Central Plains, and the rivers and lakes were in turmoil. At this critical opportunity, countless chivalrous teenagers began to pour into this river and lake one day. Although this group of young people has no martial arts, they have the ability to be immortal, and their qualifications vary from person to person, but they can be used in all walks of life, not to mention loyalty and righteousness, and they have an endless future. ”

・・・

The night was deeper, and the dusk who was sleeping unexpectedly thought that several people in the abbot's courtyard were engaged in a discussion that could be said to change the future of the Shaolin Temple as to whether he could stay in the Shaolin Temple.

Although Master Wujing did not have a bad sense for the boy, his rigid personality still made him stick to the precepts in the temple and oppose the boy staying.

"I feel like I can stay!" The fat monk and Master Wujing were obviously not on the same front, and retorted: "As the third junior brother said, my Shaolin has been closed for decades, and the disciples have only reached the Juezi generation, and the youngest is nearly forty years old. If it really takes another few decades, even if it is to re-emerge from the rivers and lakes, although I am still in Shaolin, the Shaolin disciples are obviously faulty! ”

The fat monk said that the problem is the most important problem that Shaolin is facing now, the monks are too old, although when the mountain was first closed, there were still some people who went up the mountain to enter the temple, but as time went by, the Shaolin Temple gradually disappeared in front of the world, and there would be no one who traveled thousands of miles to worship Shaolin.

"What's the matter!" Although this is a problem, Master Wujing still insists on his own thoughts, and softly defends: "In another few decades, my senior brothers will still be there, and the disciples of the Tianzi generation and the Juezi generation will also be there, although the age gap is a bit big, but there will be no crisis of extinction!" ”

"I can't say that, even if we can't rely on the old and sell the old, but when the time comes, we will definitely not accept any more apprentices with our age and seniority!" The fat monk said with a smile: "The disciples of the Tianzi generation are already elders, and it is not very suitable to accept disciples, although the disciples of the Juezi generation can accept apprentices, but at that time, for the old monks who are nearly 100 years old or even over 100 years old, how can they still have so much energy to teach new disciples!" ”

The elongation of the game time makes the life span of the characters in the game much higher than that of people in reality, and ordinary people in the game can still live to be more than two hundred years old, not to mention those who practice martial arts, if there is no accident, it is normal to live to be more than three hundred years old.

"yes!" As the abbot of Shaolin, it is natural to think about the future of Shaolin, according to the master's admonition, Shaolin can only lift the ban after a hundred years of mountain closure, but a hundred years is not a short time, even if it is decades later, he and others are still there, but is it really to let the hundred-year-old monk go to accept apprentices again!

That picture is terrifying to think about! But the second senior brother is in favor and the third senior brother is against, which makes the fourth senior brother as the abbot very entangled, Amitabha, why did the master pass on the position of abbot to me back then!

"Senior brother, what do you think!" Turning his gaze to the senior brother who didn't know what he was studying, Master Abbot spoke.