After two years, the old monk never went out again, and He Shan guessed that there might be no bandits around, and they should have all been killed by him.

Because the old monk showed his strength, many big households in the county spontaneously came to offer incense, offerings, and donations, and the disciples no longer had to gnaw the coarse grain brought back by the old monk, but the temple of Dingxin Temple did not enshrine any Buddha statues or a certain Bodhisattva or anything, but a stone Buddha without a face.

He Shan didn't dare to ask, nor did he ask, there was no scripture pavilion in the temple, let alone scriptures, and the old monk never taught anything.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is the personal disciple of the old monk, and the others are all broken children who have been picked up, but in fact, what is the difference between him and those children?

He Shan knew too well in his heart, so he didn't float up, and seriously helped the old monk deal with the trivial matters of Dingxin Temple for a period of time, but because of the servants sent by a few wealthy merchants, it made him less troublesome.

The temple is full of children, daily life is a problem, at the beginning there are few people, it is okay, He Shan can make some big pot rice, after all, they are all from poor families, they can eat anything, and then the number of children increased to more than forty, he was already too busy, fortunately, fortunately, a few servants sent by rich merchants solved the big problem.

The old monk never went out again, and he stayed in his room every day except for going out to eat, and he didn't know what to do.

Most of the children in the temple have also seen the old monk's thunderbolt methods, and almost no one dares to come to the door to disturb him, only He Shan will go to his door every once in a while to explain all the things in Dingxin Temple.

However, the temple inevitably became a large orphanage.

It's another year, the new county master of Ying County is here, and the first thing is to give a gift to the old monk, what to give?

It was the scriptures that were sent.

The empty scripture pavilion was filled, and in the process of dealing with the new county lord, He Shan knew more about the basic common sense of this world.

The court of this world -

Transliteration is: feather.

The Yu Dynasty has existed for I don't know how many years, there is no rebellion at all, and there is not even the consciousness of rebellion, why such a situation has formed, He Shan does not understand, and he does not ask.

I don't understand why there is no idea of expansion at all, according to common sense, when there is no enemy around, the Yu Dynasty should continue to develop and expand, how can it be stuck in one acre and three points of land, and not think about doing something at all, and even some villages and towns in the border are too lazy to control, and there is no army stationed, which is really a rather strange thing.

There may be a deeper reason He Shan didn't know, and he didn't deliberately pursue it, this is a meaningless thing, just the daily life of surviving in the Dingxin Temple is enough for him to walk on thin ice.

It's already tiring to deal with those martial arts halls and wealthy families in the county, and I have to face the temptation of the county master, and the most important thing is that the old monk, who those people think is the backer, has never said a word about it, nor has he taught anything.

After a few years, he could count his hands, and He Shan was forced to become the one who needed to preside over everything in the Given Heart Temple, which also made his mind more and more calm.

After the county magistrate sent the scriptures, He Shan spent money openly and openly invited the county teacher to come over and teach the teachers and disciples to read and recite the scriptures.

Ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the orphanage where a group of fake little monks live has also become a famous temple within a radius of 100 miles.

He Shan has also changed from a disciple of the abbot of Dingxin Temple at the beginning to a little monk who is almost no longer mentioned.

After those foreign monks slowly got acquainted, they also knew that the old monks didn't care about anything, and naturally seized power unceremoniously, and He Shan had no intention of fighting for power and profit.

It's a world where the strong are respected.

Even if the old monk never spoke, just built a temple here, power and wealth naturally gathered.

And most importantly......

Since He Shan began to really embark on the practice of Saint Seiya, his intuition has become much stronger, and every time he enters the temple, he has a very strange awkward feeling, which becomes an uncomfortable feeling as if he has been spied on and pricked by needles as he gets closer to the old monk.

So since then, he has faded out of the power circle of Dingxin Temple, lived in the outermost thatched hut of Dingxin Temple, relied on collecting firewood to go to the county seat to exchange food, and used the money issued by the temple every month to buy some bone-setting medicine in the martial arts hall to help exercise his body.

In fact, he didn't think about practicing martial arts, the old monk looked like he was already seventy or eighty years ago, and he could kill dozens of people in an instant with a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and the internal strength should be easier than the cultivation method of the saint seiya.

It's just that most of the martial arts halls in the county town are some external skills, and the few martial arts halls that are rumored to have qi training methods can't be built outside, and money can't buy things in this small border county.

Unless He Shan chooses to join those martial arts halls that have qi cultivation methods, with his body as strong as an ox after crossing over, he will be able to start practicing internal skills in a few years, but-

He was a disciple of Dingxin Temple.

This is not to say that He Shan has much nostalgia for Dingxin Temple, but his intuition tells him that leaving Dingxin Temple will face great danger.

Maybe...... It's the old monk.

"Senior brother, senior brother!" A thin monk ran up the hill out of breath to interrupt He Shan's thoughts.

"What's wrong, Jingwen?" He Shan patted the dust on his body and stood up and asked.

Jingwen glanced at the gravel all over the ground with some envy, there was only this mysterious senior brother Jingshan and the Guangming Society of the temple in the temple, and they were ordinary little monks who only had envy......

"Cough, Senior Brother Jingshan, two days ago, the rich Tao family hit a ghost under the mountain, and the family died seven in four days, and the Tao family sent people up the mountain to invite people to go down the mountain to do things, and a few senior brothers ...... after coming down the mountain" He showed a little horror on his face, and said: "They are all dead, and now the Tao family has sent someone to ask for help, and the temple has asked me to come to you to discuss this matter." ”

"Hit the ghost?" He Shan frowned, could it be that the martial arts master did it?

Guangming of the prison temple does not know where to come from, there is indeed martial arts on the body, fluttering lightly, after entering the temple to find the old monk to learn, people are thrown out within five seconds, four seconds of which is his BB time, thrown out after being seriously injured, after healing from the injury, I don't know why I left a post from the temple, and also took the initiative to clean up the fake monks in the temple in order to make money, as if I really thought about the temple of the centering temple, this person couldn't figure it out, and did things steadily, if it was not necessary, never contact with the little master of Heshan, who had been the centering temple.