Shaolin Temple is the world's first temple, the ancestral garden of Zen Buddhism, the birthplace of Buddhism in the Middle Earth, because it is located in the hinterland of Zhongyue Song Mountain, in the woods under the Shaolin Mountain, so it is called "Shaolin Temple".

Shaolin Temple north by the five milk peak, south of the Shaolin Mountain, the group of pines is bad, the pines and cypresses are stacked and green, the mountain spring in front of the temple bursts into a clear spring and flows slowly eastward, it is the so-called "five miles of the river sound ten miles of the mountain, a few burns between the brakes and ten thousand pines".

The building in the temple is magnificent, solemn and solemn, the history is extremely long, reflecting the status of the source of Buddhism, there are also pines and cypresses, hidden bamboo forests, very quiet, quite a sense of not being polluted by the vulgar dust, usually walking in the temple, can only hear the prayers of pilgrims and the chanting of monks.

However, today's Shaolin Temple is not the same as usual, only to see the spacious gate of the Shaolin Temple lined up three groups of people, one team is a farmer dressed up as a person, most of them have children in their hands, some even bring a few, these people are farmers who want to send their children to Shaolin Temple as monks, the current year is not good, if the child can be selected by the Shaolin Temple, there is a mouthful of food to eat, will not starve to death; the second team of people, is the people of the rivers and lakes dressed up, all equipped with swords, each looks like a powerful force, the ideal of this team of people is to become a Shaolin lay disciple, tie the Shaolin Temple this big tree, so as to learn some superior martial arts exercises, and then dominate the party with this。

The first two teams of people are quite a lot, from the Shaolin Temple at the entrance of the stone lion has been lined up to the bottom of the ladder, compared with the first two teams of people, the third team of people seems to be less, a total of only a dozen people, including both gray-haired old men, there are also strong middle-aged people, both rich and poor, both have learned martial arts and have not learned martial arts, no matter what kind of people, all look indifferent, with a look in their eyes with a look at the vicissitudes of the world, this team of people is really see through the red dust, want to become a monk people, because these people have looked down on the red dust, quite in line with the artistic conception of Buddhism, so once the learning of Buddhism martial arts will inevitably progress rapidlyTwo hundred years ago, there was an old man who became a monk in Shaolin Temple, and in just one year, he preached the taste of the great Arhat fruit (equivalent to the realm of the peak of Taoism Zhendan), and spread all over the world, and is now the first seat of the Shaolin Temple Precept Academy, so this kind of person is most favored by Shaolin Temple and is called "destined person".

These three teams of people stood a total of half of the mountain road, and there was still half of the mountain road of about two zhang for people to walk, among which the farmer with the child and the team who wanted to become a monk were quiet, only those martial arts people who wanted to become Shaolin lay disciples in the middle were talking, you talk about a light, I bragged a bull, and it was about spitting and flying, making the Shaolin Temple Mountain Gate the same as the vegetable market in the west of Chang'an City.

"Wang Da, today I want you to taste the power of my Five Tiger Broken Back Knife. There was a sudden burst of cheers from the chatting crowd, but it was two people who had old grudges bumped together, and suddenly Mars hit the earth, and suddenly there was a spark of passion, and one person pulled out the wide-backed knife behind him on the spot, looking like he was going to go up to fight, surrounded by people who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and withdrew with a "hula" sound, leaving a big circle for the two to fight, and the appearance was similar to that of the audience watching juggling.

The Zhenshan monk guarding the mountain gate frowned, and a little anger was born in his heart, how could the pure place of Buddhism make these laymen noisy, and peeked at the senior brother Zhending next to him, and found that this senior brother had his eyes closed, his hands folded, and his mouth kept chanting something, looking completely unaffected, "Senior Brother Zhending's concentration is really strong, no wonder it is called Zhending!" "Zhenshan has a little understanding of why his senior brother's Dharma name is called Zhending.

Just as Zhenshan was about to strike to restrain the two, a horse neighing sounded, "??" The horse's cry was very loud, there was a bit of the majesty of the lion's roar in Buddhism, and the Fashan of the earthquake was a little dizzy, and the two big men who made trouble were even more unbearable, and the weapons that were shocked fell to the ground with a "clang", causing a boo from the people around, and the faces of the two were blue and white, and they shouted, picked up the weapons on the ground, and shrank into the crowd, and the people around them naturally had a burst of disdain.

Zhenshan naturally saw the cowardice of these two people, and looked down on them very much, and said maliciously in his heart: Just like this, I still want to become a Shaolin lay disciple, so let's go back and drink milk!

"Brother Zhenshan, prepare to welcome your guests. The man next to him, who had been silently reciting the mantra with his eyes closed, opened his eyes at some point, stared in the direction from which the horse's neighing came from, and said without looking back.

Zhenshan responded, staring at the direction from which the voice came, his eyes did not blink, and began to reverie the identity of the guest, whether it was a wonderful hand traveling all over the world, or a chivalrous Tibetan swordsman, or a proud beggar.

After a tea time, a red cloud appeared as far as the eye could see on the mountain road below, this red cloud was extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye, it ran to the stairs of the mountain gate, and when it was closer, Zhenshan found that this was a running horse, this horse had fiery red hair all over its body, and it moved like a moving fire cloud.

The horse is getting closer and closer, Fashan can already see that the person on the horse is a young man, who looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a Taoist robe, Fashan recognizes this robe, this is the iconic clothing of the four generations of disciples of the Pure Yang Temple, the Pure Yang Temple and the Shaolin Temple one is a Taoist giant, the other is the ancestor of Buddhism, the two have no less conflicts for the issue of sectarian beliefs, and the relationship is not harmonious.

This red horse is naturally Lieyun, the Taoist on the horse is Li Yi who went down the mountain for the first time, this horse is worthy of being the descendant of the white spirit beast of Sutian, full of spirituality, and I don't know how it knows the path to Shaolin.

When Lieyun ran to the gate of Shaolin Temple, he snorted, stopped suddenly, and turned his head to Li Yi, "??" The ground screamed.

"Okay, I'll give you a few more eggs later. "As one of the nine major sects in the Central Plains, this Shaolin Temple naturally has many low-level disciples, and these low-level disciples need to eat a lot of meat to practice martial arts, so the Shaolin Temple in this world eats meat, but before eating meat, you have to recite a Buddhist scripture to overtake the livestock, so Li Yi can get eggs in Shaolin Temple.

"I don't know who the donor is, why did you come to my Shaolin Temple?" Fashan waited for Li Yi and Lie Yun to finish talking before he stepped forward and asked.

"I am Li Yi, a fourth-generation disciple of Pure Yang Temple, and I came to your temple to find someone, I don't know if there is a person named Wang Hu in your temple. Li Yi turned over and dismounted, sorted out the clothes on his body, and said kindly to the little monk in front of him.

"There are three people named Wang Hu in our temple, one is the head monk in the kitchen, the other is a lay disciple who studied art here, he went down the mountain a year ago, and the other is a little novice who has just been a monk for a few years, and now he is studying Buddhism with Fuhu Arhat, I don't know which one Li Shizhu is looking for?"

"I'm looking for that little novice. Wang Hu will definitely follow Wu Song after he arrives in Shaolin, Li Yi replied without thinking.

"Then Master Li, please. After Zhending pointed to the right room, he turned to Zhenshan beside him and said, "Senior Brother Zhenshan, you take Master Li Shizhu to the guest room to sit down, and you will come back to guard the mountain gate after Wang Hu comes." ”

Zhenshan, who had already been noisy at the door, naturally couldn't ask for it, and immediately took Li Yi to a wooden house on the right, and just as Li Yi was about to step into the welcome room, Lieyun opened his mouth and bit the corner of Li Yi's clothes.

Li Yi patted his head suddenly, and said to Zhenshan: "My horse must be placed first, it is delicate, it does not eat forage, and it has to be raised with eggs and soybeans every meal." ”

Zhenshan patted his chest and said: "No problem, there are a lot of horses in our temple, and there are also this kind of ones that don't eat forage, so I'll take it to the horse farm and arrange a good meal for it, and there will definitely be a few more eggs." Zhenshan also heard the conversation between Li Yi and Lie Yun just now, and knew that Li Yi wanted to add a few more eggs to treat the horse, so he took the initiative to say it without waiting for Li Yi to bring it up.

Lieyun was quite spiritual, and when he heard Zhenshan say this, he loosened the corner of Li Yi's clothes and played around by himself.

After Li Yi and Zhenshan walked into the welcome room, they found that there was a monk in gray monk's robes inside, this monk looked a little old, his face was wrinkled, and there were some old age spots.

Zhenshan walked forward with his hands folded, and said respectfully to the old monk: "Master Li Shi came to find the little novice beside Fuhu Arhat, and asked Uncle Shi to pass it on on his behalf." "It turns out that this old monk is the welcome monk of Shaolin.

Li Yi looked at the true and respectful appearance, and also bowed, don't blame many people!