The sky was still cloudy, except for a touch of fish belly white that shimmered in the clouds. The sound of Suo Suo began to be heard in the dormitory, and countless pairs of eyes opened almost at the same time, revealing the pupils that were pious all the time.

Zhang Yue heard the sound, and quickly got up from the bed, he also wanted to communicate with these so-called roommates, but when he saw the dull faces, he dispelled this idea. At present, in the entire Shaolin Temple, only the big man Wu Qi can communicate normally.

After washing up, Zhang Yue followed the group of roommates out of the dormitory. An old monk with a gray beard was waiting at the door with a Zen cane. When everyone saw him, they hurriedly began to line up, but in a moment, the crowd that was still chaotic had already formed a neat phalanx.

Zhang Yue hid in a small corner of the phalanx, silent, he was here to serve his sentence, or to keep a low profile.

The old monk held the Zen staff and knocked heavily on the floor, and the sound of the bang was like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of people. Zhang Yue only felt that there was still a remnant of sleepiness in her mind, and all of a sudden disappeared.

"The new one from yesterday, out of the ranks." The old monk spoke in a hoarse voice, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, which made people's ears hurt when he heard it.

The newcomer naturally refers to Zhang Yue. He thought about the image of his roommate he had observed yesterday, and following them, he slowly walked up to the old monk and raised his head to reveal a dull, unenlightened face. The old monk looked at him, his gaze deliberately lingering on his eyes longer.

"Have you heard the Buddhist scriptures?" The old monk asked.

Zhang Yue nodded and said, "Listen." ”

"How does it feel?"

Zhang Yue hesitated for a moment and said: "The sea of Buddha is endless, may I take refuge in Buddhism in this life and always accompany the Buddha." ”

The old monk stroked his long white eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction, "You have a good understanding, then you can copy the scriptures in the future!" Copy 100 volumes a day, do not be lazy, and if you make a mistake, you will be punished heavily. ”

Zhang Yue didn't think much about it, nodded and responded, and after getting permission, he hurried back to the phalanx. This Shaolin Temple exudes a strange atmosphere everywhere, and that kind of dead silence makes him can't help but be cautious. This prison is not very comfortable, Zhang Yue sighed secretly in her heart, and Wu Qi's bare head appeared in her mind again, I really don't know how he laughed in this oppressive environment.

"Now it's time to start your morning workout." The old monk knocked on the Zen staff and said, the sound of the bang can always sound in people's hearts, like thunder, like a wake-up call, but more like a demonstration.

Instructed to pull apart, the phalanx quickly pulled apart, keeping an arm's length between each of them without the slightest deviation. Zhang Yue is fortunate to have soul, otherwise he has been paddling in military training during his student career, but he does not have such discipline.

"Let's get started." The old monk gave a random order and left.

Zhang Yue was not surprised, this group of people had already turned themselves into robots, and they didn't need human supervision at all, and they would do what they were told.

If one person moves, it means that all people move.

Horse steps, punches, kicks...... Simple movements, but every action is copied and pasted on everyone, what kind of scene is this?

Zhang Yue followed everyone to do the movements, with the assistance of soul power, it was not difficult for him to do it, but he was very resistant in his heart. Faintly, he probably knows how this prison tortures prisoners, not to torture, not to hurt your body, but to torture your soul. In Zhang Yue's opinion, these living people are a little less aura. I'm afraid that their souls are still in that magnificent Buddha Hall!

It was not difficult to exercise in the morning, but after repeating these movements for a whole morning, Zhang Yue also felt a little tired.

After a brief lunch, Zhang Yue was going to the study to copy the Buddhist scriptures. Zhang Yue was also a little apprehensive about this work, and he guessed whether the Buddhist scriptures recited in the Buddhist hall were the scriptures he was going to copy today.

It's useless to guess, it's better to confirm it on the spot. The scriptures that can be extracted from the soul, Zhang Yue also became a little interested.

The scripture pavilion is not big, but the scriptures piled up next to the bookcase make Zhang Yue's head big. "These 100 volumes are not what I thought!" Zhang Yue smiled bitterly, but he was here to serve his sentence, and there was no reason why he would not complete the task he handed over, and he didn't plan to spend too long here, the people in the mirror division were waiting for him to go back!

Zhang Yue sat down cross-legged, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone placed on the bookcase, and was in trouble for a while, he didn't know how to write calligraphy!

After thinking about it, Zhang Yue decided to bite the bullet, he was a strange spirit person, and the power control could still be easily mastered, so that at least the pen would not tremble, and he could also use his soul power to observe and adjust his pen appropriately. At this time, he felt that he was so blessed to have soul power.

After grinding the ink, he began to search for fragmentary memories of the brush holding posture in his mind, and finally found a vague fragment, so he tried to hold the pen on this fragment, and after trying a few times, he finally got used to it.

Zhang Yue calmed down, opened a volume of scriptures, and was instantly overwhelmed by the golden light, and golden characters jumped out of the paper one by one, pouring into Zhang Yue's mind like ocean waves.

……

The abbot sat on the futon, looking at the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, as if there was some flaw on it. The old monk sat next to him, bowing slightly, respectful, and did not dare to say a word to disturb.

"New here, how's it going?" The abbot asked.

Hearing the abbot speak, the old monk dared to straighten up and replied: "It's not simple, I went to the Buddhist hall and retreated, but his acting skills are not very good." I've already arranged for him to copy the sutras. ”

The abbot said, "Maybe it's not enough! ”

The old monk was taken aback, "Facing the Buddhist scriptures, can you still be fine?" He's just a young man in his twenties, no matter how strong his soul power is, he won't be stronger than us, right? ”

"When he ascended the Buddha Gate, he glanced at the temple, that gaze was very strange, there was an indescribable meaning, although it was not very strong, and there was no terrible coercion, but it was very pure, very direct, and there was a taste of a child's heart." The abbot no longer looked at his Buddha beads, but turned to the old monk, and the wrinkled old eyes burst out with two compelling essences, hidden in the killing intent.

The old monk trembled, and hurriedly bent down, not daring to look directly into the abbot's eyes, "Could it be?" However, Yan Xi, the daughter of the leader of the Spirit Dao Alliance, has not already ...... Isn't it impossible to appear together in the same life? ”

The abbot withdrew his gaze, and the coercion that filled the air gradually dissipated, "Who knows? The world is no longer the same, times are changing, and we can't follow the old ways. Anyway, keep an eye on that guy,"

The old monk agreed, and then hurriedly retreated, and the clothes on his back were wet.

……

In the Scripture Pavilion, it was already flooded with golden light at this moment, and the bright light shone like a sun hidden inside. Wu Qi stood outside the door, still holding a broom in his hand, with a worried face.

Suddenly, his ears moved, and he heard a familiar sound of footsteps, and hurriedly lowered his head to sweep the fallen leaves on the ground. When the old monk saw him, his long eyebrows furrowed, and he said, "What are you doing here?" Cleaned the door? ”

Wu Qi hurriedly bent down and saluted, and said respectfully, "Sweep it clean." ”

"Go and sweep somewhere else." The old monk drove away.

Wu Qi could only answer, and ran away in a gloomy manner, not even daring to look back, so he could only pray secretly in his heart.

The golden light shone for a long time before it gradually dimmed. The old monk walked to the door, his gaze penetrated the door and window, and fell on Zhang Yue, "It seems that the abbot has thought too much." ”

Zhang Yue wrote the last word, put down the pen a little dazedly, looked at the full paper of scriptures, and smiled stupidly. After studying it for a long time, he was reluctant to put it down, continued to flip through the scriptures, and carefully copied them.

By the time they were all copied, it was already evening. Zhang Yue put down the pen and glanced at the door, her eyes were always squinting, but her facial expression became single, as if she was stiff. He rubbed his face and tore off a somewhat torn mask, his facial lines softened a lot, "It seems that I have been targeted." ”

Thinking of the moment she opened the scroll, Zhang Yue still felt scared for a while. At that moment, his soul was directly covered by the scriptures, and a mysterious and unpredictable force forcibly engraved the flying characters on his soul.

Zhang Yue thought that his reaction was fast, but he still caught the Tao, but in a moment, his soul was already densely covered with scriptures, these scriptures were like chains, sealing his soul power, and even eroding his consciousness.

At the critical moment, it was the doll's cry that saved him, and forcibly fished his soul out of the sea of scriptures. With a buffer, Zhang Yue will not be tied.

However, Zhang Yue didn't want to experience that feeling anymore, the feeling of soul and body separation, which made him feel terrified. Zhang Yue looked at the mask in his hand, which was taken off from Wusheng's face before, although it was damaged, but this mask used to make Zhang Yue unable to see through, its power was naturally unfathomable, even if it was damaged, it was still very effective to hide himself.

"It's really uncomfortable to be in prison." Zhang Yue sighed, slowly put on the mask, and her face stiffened again. The days ahead will only get tougher. Wearing a mask to live, Zhang Yue doesn't like it, but there is no way, there are too many old monsters in this Shaolin Temple, and Zhang Yue has no confidence to hide it on his own. Today's copy of the Buddhist scriptures is obviously prepared for him, and it seems that what happened in the Buddhist hall yesterday has been detected. Zhang Yue couldn't help but be a little worried about Wu Qi's safety, would he be implicated because of himself?

Thinking so, he heard movement outside the door, and he didn't have to look to know who was coming. Zhang Yue secretly said in her heart: I really said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived!

Pushing open the door, Wu Qi was sweeping the floor with a broom, and when he heard the sound, he raised his head, looked at Zhang Yue, and said with a smile: "Finished copying?" But soon, his smile froze, as he noticed that something was wrong with Zhang Yue's expression.

"You're really a sweeper."

"Huh?"