Xiangyang is not far from Songshan, in the previous life of Baiye, Hubei and Henan are adjacent, according to the modern means of transportation, it only takes a few hours to reach Songshan.

In this era, there were not many means of transportation, and horse-drawn carriages were the best means on the road, especially for four-year-olds like Bai Ye.

Under the concerned eyes of his mother and father, Bai Ye traveled far away in a carriage to Songshan Shaolin.

The excuse he made was to pray for his parents' blessings and longevity, which made Guo Jing very moved and full of relief, he was a filial son, and his young son went to Songshan Shaolin to pray for himself, and this filial piety made him unable to refuse.

Before leaving, he sent a master of the rivers and lakes to accompany him, after all, it was his four-year-old son, and he had to take care of one or two. This master's martial arts are not very profound, but he has been walking the rivers and lakes for many years, and he has his own set of experience and means to avoid evil and seek good fortune. With his protection, as long as the road is safe, he will be able to protect the safety of the white night.

Life on the road is uneventful. Along the way, according to Uncle Zhao's instructions, don't make trouble, don't mess around, and walk very calmly.

Uncle Zhao, the accompanying master, was very surprised that this little boy of the Guo family was not like the usual four or five-year-old children chasing chickens and dogs, which made cats dislike and dogs not love, but was extremely calm, not moving, not like a child at all.

Soon after leaving Xiangyang, we arrived at the Mongolian border. The Jin Kingdom had been destroyed for many years at this time, and the people living in the territory of the original Jin Kingdom naturally became the people of Mengyuan, and their lives were several times more difficult than when they were in the Jin Kingdom.

Mongolian lords are not good men and women, and it is just a trivial matter to beat and scold the people, and if they are in a bad mood, it is common to kill people in the street in anger. There are also wolf-like Mengyuan cavalry raids, and I don't know how many times in the white night I have seen women being taken captive and children and old people being killed.

Uncle Zhao, who was driving the car, had a calm face, a fierce light in his eyes, and a murderous aura all around him, these Mongolians were really not Han people.

Bai Ye sat in the carriage, very calm, really calm, he silently watched these human tragedies, unmoved.

There are too many injustices in this world, and there are too many people who are hated by the country and the family. But can he do it?

No, he is young now, has no force, has no power, and what he says will only be regarded as bullshit. The biggest possibility is that the fight is uneven, and the danger is involved, which is not done by a wise man.

Since we can't help these suffering people, we can't do the right thing for heaven and fight grievances, so what can't we calm down? Can't calm down?

Moreover, Bai Ye is not a person who worries about the country and the people, like his father Guo Jing.

He will be anti-Yuan, but only because he has a purpose, and he is not only anti-Yuan, he will also bury the prosperity of the Southern Song Dynasty.

In Bai Ye's view, all life in this world is equal, whether it is a worm or an individual. Although all beings are born equal, human beings have wisdom and can eat animals and birds, which is nothing but natural selection, the law of the jungle. If you are stronger than me and can eat me, that is powerful, not that you were born noble.

At the same time, for the meaning of wisdom, Bai Ye hates to put wisdom above the struggle for power and profit, and the love of children, and he feels that exploring the unknown with a limited life and pursuing the mysteries of the universe is the truth.

Those emperors and kings who have fought for their own selfish desires and dominated the world throughout the ages are ridiculous in his eyes. Pursue to come, pursue to go, just to have a few more mating mates? Or can you roll into a bigger bed? Or become the captain of the earth and drag everyone to dig oil and play in the mud on the planet?

No, Bai Ye's pursuit is not these, what he wants is the mysteries of the universe, and what he wants is the sea of stars. As for the rest, it's all bullshit.

In this Condor World, he had a crazy and bold idea, that is, to use scientific research to study martial arts and let everyone in the world practice martial arts. He thought that such a world must be interesting.

To do this, he has to hibernate, he has to grow, cultivate power, and then overturn the world and create a world that he has planned.

Two days, in the blink of an eye, the carriage drove to the foot of the Shaomuro Mountain.

Bai Ye got out of the carriage and looked at the towering young room, feeling a little excited, and couldn't help but smile on his calm face all the way.

The history of Shaolin, needless to say, its status in martial arts, aside. The sentence "the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin" is enough to explain everything.

Thousands of years of wind and rain, how many dynasties have changed, how many emperors have fallen into the dust, how many heroes have passed away, this thousand-year-old temple has always stood there.

You are born, it is in; You come, it's in; You go, it's in; You die, it's still there.

Whether you like it or not, it will stand there for hundreds of years!

There is the Jin Kingdom in the front, and there is the Mengyuan Dynasty in the back, Shaolin does not seem to have woken up from the shame of the Northern Song Dynasty, the mountain has been closed for a hundred years, and few disciples have walked the rivers and lakes, but no one dares to underestimate it.

Walking on the road of Shaomuro Mountain, the young Bai Ye didn't need anyone's help, he walked step by step, sweat soaked through the back of his clothes.

On the way up the mountain, there are many people, there are men and women, old and young, all of them are some devout believers, go to the temple to burn incense, ask for a peace and wealth.

In this chaotic world, these ordinary people can only pray that the gods and Buddhas have been comforted.

The road is made of stone, it is swept clean, and occasionally a roadside leaf falls, which may as well be neat, but it adds a bit of Zen rhyme.

After three or four hours, Bai Ye finally climbed to the top of the mountain with the body of a four-year-old child, a solemn temple suddenly appeared in front of him, the cigarette smoke curled in the temple, separated from the distance, and a bell sounded through the mountain forest.

When I walked to the temple gate, a monk stood there, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

It's a pity that this is just an illusion, this monk is a monk who knows the guest, he has always been there, and this is what it feels like.

Gray sand clothes, bald and hairless, a very ordinary monk.

When the white night came, the monk pronounced a Buddha name, glanced at the white night that was soaked and sweaty, and said apologetically: "It's late today, and the little donor please come again tomorrow." ”

In the sky, the sunset in the western mountains, the sunset reflects the firmament, the day will pass again, and the night will come.

Bai Ye did not retreat from the monk's words, nor was he angry, but just smiled and did not speak.

Uncle Zhao beside him was angry, but he witnessed how the little son of the Guo family climbed up to the young room step by step, he took two steps forward, grabbed the collar of the monk who knew the guest, and said angrily: "Monk, do you know the identity of my little master?" ”

The monks who patrolled the temple saw that someone was rude to the monk and immediately surrounded him with sticks.

"Oh? The poor monk is lonely and unheard, and he really doesn't know the identity of this little benefactor. ”

The monk waved his hand like brushing off the dust on his clothes, and Uncle Zhao's hand was stabbed by a true qi, so he quickly retreated and took a deep look at the monk.

"The little master of my family is the son of Xiangyang Guo Daxia, the young master, Guo Poyu."

Uncle Zhao arched his hand in the direction of Xiangyang, with a respectful look on his face. This is not a fraud, Uncle Zhao does admire Guo Jing's chivalrous style very much, and is willing to drive it, it can be said that people in this era stick to the justice in their hearts and can die without regrets.

"But that Guo Jing hero who helps guard Xiangyang and serves the country and the people?"

The monk was moved, Shaolin is a closed mountain, but it is not a closed house, and he has eyes and ears for the affairs of the rivers and lakes, otherwise how can he stand for a thousand years?

"It's Guo Jing, Guo Daxia!"

Uncle Zhao looked arrogant, and it seemed that Guo Jing's name made him proud.

"Do you have a certificate?"

The monk believed it a little, this child's surname is Guo, his name is broken, and he has the meaning of destroying the Mongolian Tatars, not the son of Guo Jing, who else?

Bai Ye smiled, took out a sweat-wet, crumpled letter from his bosom, and handed it to the Zhike monk.

This letter was written by her mother Huang Rong, and the content is not very important, the important thing is the seal stamped on the letter, which is clearly the big seal of the Southern Song Dynasty officials, with the word Xiangyang on it.

Putting the letter away, the monk looked at Bai Ye's eyes changed slightly. Shaolin has been closed for a hundred years, and ordinary people are not allowed to stay in the temple to rest. But is White Night an ordinary person? Maybe it was just now, but it must not be now.

The monk clasped his hands together and said with a kind smile: "The little boy is also invited to rest inside, and Ling Tang has mentioned the intention of the son in the letter." It's really rare for a son to have this filial piety at a young age! ”

Bai Ye smiled, thanked him politely, and won the favor of the guest monk, and led him and Uncle Zhao into the temple.

Speaking of which, all this was planned by Bai Ye, and under the banner of Guo Jing's son, he would inevitably be able to enter the Shaolin Temple.

On the rivers and lakes, the names of Guo Jing and Huang Rong are like thunder, they are not the five uniques, but they are more respected than the five uniques. Because the husband and wife helped defend Xiangyang and resisted the Mongol army, their reputation spread all over the world.

If the monk drove out the white night today, maybe the rivers and lakes would spread tomorrow, and Shaolin was a bully, and even the son of Guo Jing, who had filial piety to pray for Guo Jing and his wife, was driven out. This is not a good thing, it will tarnish the reputation of Shaolin, which is especially important for people in this era, especially a big faction like Shaolin, which cannot be ruined a little.

After entering the temple, Bai Ye and Uncle Zhao were taken to a cleaned room, it was too late, and they could only make incense and copy scriptures tomorrow.

After a while, a monk brought a meal. Shaolin's food tastes good, although it is just vegetarian steamed buns, but it tastes good.

At night, the oil lamp in the wing room was on, and Uncle Zhao was already asleep, and the sound of "whirring" snoring echoed in the wing.

Bai Ye looked at the wick of the oil lamp, couldn't help but smile lightly, and gently blew out the lamp.