Master Yilan stood in front of Ye Xian and said, "Don't worry, the donor doesn't have to worry, Lao Wei is not my unsuccessful apprentice, he himself is devoured by the demons, and death is also his own liberation." ”

"The reason why Lao Wei stopped the donor was because he wanted to show the donor a clear way."

Ye Xian smiled, this old monk was really interesting, he asked casually: "Dare to ask the master, what is the bright road?" ”

Master Yideng's face gradually became serious, and he said, "Surrender the Heart Ape!" ”

"The heart ape is also the heart demon, and only by subduing the heart demon can the heart be restored."

Ye Xian smiled bitterly, he was not in the mood to play any Zen language with a monk.

What kind of Zen machine, in Ye Xian's opinion, is just two very simple words, pretending to be forced!

"Please also ask the master to make it clear!" Ye Xian said.

Although this was the first time he had seen Master Yideng, Ye Xian actually had a very strange feeling of convincing about Master Yideng.

This is an indescribable personality charm, maybe this is positive energy, a character like a lamp master, pure heart, pure goodness, has broken away from the ranks of secular mortals.

Great kindness, great love, Ye Xian doesn't understand, but he can have a strange feeling.

Master Yideng continued: "Your disease has gradually entered the bone marrow, and there are two ways to get rid of it. The first is to self-deprecate, so that you can protect yourself. ”

Ye Xian shook his head and said, "Impossible! ”

Master Yilan continued: "The second method, Shaolin, Yijin Jing! ”

Ye Xian's eyes lit up and said, "The master has learned the Yijin Sutra?" ”

Master Yideng also shook his head and said: "The Yijin Sutra is a Shaolin mastery, and the old man naturally has not learned it." ”

Ye Xian didn't want to pay attention to this master a little, what about playing himself?

Master Yideng seemed to know Ye Xian's thoughts, and said, "Although I don't understand the Yijin Sutra, I have a little friendship with Zen Master Tianming, the abbot of Shaolin. ”

Hearing this, Ye Xian's brows furrowed, there is no love or hate for no reason in this world, he doesn't believe that Master Yideng will help him for no reason.

"I killed your disciple, why did you help me?"

Yideng shook his head and said: "I have already told you before, the three links have fallen into the devil, he can't come out, and death is liberation." As for why I helped you, you should think it was fate, right? ”

"Fate?" Ye Xian wants to laugh, is this fooling people?

Master Yideng clasped his hands together and said: "Medicine and medicine do not die of disease, Buddha is destined to be a person, and the donor doesn't have to worry too much!" ”

Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief, how could Ye Xian not worry?

"You said that you have a little friendship with the abbot of Shaolin, and a little friendship can make Shaolin pay the treasure Yijin Sutra?" Ye Xian asked.

"So you need to join Shaolin, and you can't leave Shaolin for the rest of your life!" Master Yilan said slowly.

Sure enough, nothing good!

Ye Xian sneered, he wanted to trap himself in Shaolin forever for a long time. Isn't it worse than death to not be able to leave a single step for the rest of your life?

As if sensing Ye Xian's dissatisfaction, Master Yideng said: "The donor is still aware of his body, if you don't have the Yijin Sutra, you only have one way, which is to abandon your martial arts and become an ordinary person." ”

"And if you want the Yijin Sutra, you can only stay in Shaolin and be a real Shaolin disciple!"

Martial arts and freedom, you can only choose one of the two, this choice is a bit cruel.

But this choice is very simple for Ye Xian, because he does not belong to this world.

So he said with a serious face: "Thank you, master, if you can really learn the Yijin Sutra, the younger generation is willing to stay in Shaolin for a long time." As long as the younger generations are in this world for a day, they will never leave Shaolin! ”

The subtext is that when you leave this world, you will naturally leave Shaolin.

Yideng didn't expect Ye Xian to agree so simply, his face showed surprise, and then he shook his head, feeling that Ye Xian was too obsessed, and he didn't even want freedom for the sake of martial arts.

However, in this world, in order to pursue the ultimate in martial arts, how can there be a few people who give up everything?

Master Yideng buried the body of Wu Santong, and then took Ye Xian to Shaolin Temple.

As for He Yuanjun, she left alone, and she wanted to pursue her own freedom and happiness. Without Wu Santong, she felt like she was free.

Master Yideng took out a secret book from Wu Santong's body, "One Yang Finger".

Dali Duan's mastery, Master Yideng actually handed it over to Ye Xian subsequently.

The name of Yiyang Finger, Ye Xian had naturally heard of it, and his heart was naturally extremely surprised.

Ten days later, the two finally arrived in Shaolin.

In the past ten days, Ye Xian has also practiced Yiyang Finger to the realm of entry, and shot out with one finger, although the power is not as good as his own flying knife, but it is already close.

However, along the way, Ye Xian has always been very curious, he and Master Yideng are not related, and he is still his killer enemy, why does this old monk have to help himself?

Fate?

Only fools believe it!

Anyway, Ye Xian came to Shaolin Temple as he wished. And originally, if he wanted to get the Yijin Sutra, it would take a lot of effort, and the possibility was still very low. Now that there is a master of a lamp, it is really possible to get the Yi Jin Sutra.

"Amitabha!"

"Amitabha!!"

"Amitabha Buddha !!"

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……

After coming to Shaolin Temple, Ye Xian heard these four words the most, and his head was about to explode when he heard it.

As soon as he thought that he would have to be here for a period of time in the future, and he would be chattering about Amitabha Buddha every day, Ye Xian felt extremely fucked.

No wonder Master Yideng wants to bring himself here, it turns out that he wants to make his life worse than death, which is more painful than killing himself!

Shaolin Temple, back mountain.

"Amitabha, Abbot Tianming, long time no see!" Master Yideng saluted a middle-aged monk and said with a smile.

The middle-aged monk is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Tianming Zen Master.

Zen Master Tianming returned the salute to Master Yideng and said, "Master Yideng Master, don't come unharmed!" ”

Ye Xian stood behind the two of them, silent, and looked curiously at Zen Master Tianming, the abbot of the Shaolin Temple.

Shaolin Temple is like a legend. Therefore, the abbots of Shaolin Temple in the past dynasties are also unfathomable, not only as wise as gods, but also amazing in martial arts.

Abbot Tianming said with a smile: "Master Yideng has nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace, and today I came to Shaolin, I don't know what happened?" ”

Master Yideng smiled: "This is my disciple, Ye Xian." He has an itchy body, and he needs to borrow the Yijin Sutra of your faction, hoping that the abbot will be fulfilled! ”

Ye Xian's eyes widened, when will I become your apprentice?

Master Yideng looked at Ye Xian with a smile, and there seemed to be another sentence in his eyes: You have learned my Yiyang Finger, who is not my apprentice?

The abbot frowned and said, "The Yijin Sutra is the supreme mastery of Shaolin, even if it is a Shaolin disciple, it is rarely qualified to cultivate. ”

The meaning is very clear, what Ye Xian is just an outsider, how can he pass on the Yijin Sutra?

Master Yideng said: "I am preparing to let him join Shaolin, and he will not be allowed to leave Shaolin for half a step for the rest of his life!" ”

The abbot was surprised: "Don't leave Shaolin for the rest of your life? ”

Then he looked at Ye Xian and said, "This is not a joke, the Buddha made an oath in front of the Buddha and must not be violated." ”

Ye Xian had already taken off his wig, and his short hair did look like a monk, and he nodded: "The disciple is willing, as long as he is still in this world for a day, he will not leave Shaolin." ”

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