When he got home in the evening, after having dinner with a few girls, Dong Yi sneaked back to his room early.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk about life with a few beauties and talk about ideals, it's really because they saw the evening about "Shaolin. After the popularity of "Warrior King".

Several people's mouths never stopped, and they even called Yang Mi over.

This made Dong Yi a little lacking, but fortunately he went back to the room early and began to pick up the script to study the direction of Tan Fei.

Tan Zhi, played by Wu Jing, has been named Fa Zheng by the abbot of Southern Shaolin since he entered Southern Shaolin.

Since you are a new monk, you naturally have to forget your previous memories, and changing your name is the best means.

This can prevent themselves and Tong Dabao and others from pursuing, but Tan Zhi and they have a blood book and can enter Southern Shaolin without hindrance.

I don't have a letter of recommendation from Northern Shaolin, nor do I have a familiar monk in Southern Shaolin, how to get in, this is a difficult problem.

According to the setting of the script, after he was injured, he was carried into Southern Shaolin by Fa Zheng.

Then, after exposing the horse's feet, he was driven out.

But since it is a well-planned Southern Shaolin, why can it be caught so quickly, this is a big loophole.

And after he was disguised, he couldn't see his true face at all, and it was basically difficult for them to discover their clues.

How to allow himself to enter Southern Shaolin with a reasonable identity, Dong Yi already has a preliminary plan.

According to the rules of ancient temples, basically no matter how big or small the temple, there are wandering monks.

If you pretend to be a wandering monk, you can indeed sneak into Southern Shaolin, but if you want to kill Tan Zhi quietly, it is very difficult to do so.

However, it can be designed to let himself gain Tan Zhi's trust first.,In the matter of acquaintances.,Almost anyone is not wary enough.。

As long as you stay in Southern Shaolin long enough, there is a chance for Tan Zhi to die!

Thinking of this, Dong Yi turned on the system.

"Ding! Detected that the host intentionally changed the script "Shaolin. Martial King", does it immediately enter the plot trial? ”

"Note: To change the script, it costs 5 points of domineering value, and the completion of the plot must be higher than the original book, before it can be judged successful, and there is no upper limit to the number of times you can change the script to enter the plot trial, and the time limit for a single time is 24 hours."

In the last plot trial, because I made too many mistakes, I only got three domineering points.

But fortunately, last time it was a chance to give it away for free after getting the script.

If I don't perform so perfectly this time, I'm afraid I will have to make a loss-making transaction.

Taking a deep breath, Dong Yi shouted in a deep voice.

"Enter!"

As his words fell, the scene in front of him began to change.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a dark mountain forest, and there was already a thick fog in the air.

There was no figure in sight almost ten meters away, and Dong Yi looked at his outfit.

A pulped cane, an old, swarthy human skin mask, and a few disorganized strands of beard under his cheeks.

The figure is almost rickety, and the thin monk's robe looks extremely cold in the mountains and forests at night.

Dong Yi listened to the sound of chanting, and then walked in that direction, along the way, he imitated the old man's movements as much as possible.

Because once you go to South Shaolin, if you don't get used to this dress, what awaits you is a disaster.

Due to the slippery road after dark, Dong Yi also deliberately fell a few times, and his whole body was covered with thick dust.

When I came to the South Shaolin Gate with lanterns hanging in front of the door, there were two little novices standing at the door at this time.

Dong Yi coughed lightly, and then walked out from behind the trees on the side.

The woods were only about 100 meters away from the gate of South Shaolin, but Dong Yi walked very slowly, and in the end, he even moved forward inch by inch.

The moment the two little novices saw Dong Yi, they picked up the sticks in their hands and shouted in immature voices.

"Who's coming?"

When the two of them saw that it was an old man, they almost let down their guard at the same time.

After one of the little novices went to ask the abbot, the other little novice walked quickly to Dong Yi, stretched out his hand to pick him up, and asked with concern.

"Grandpa, the night is deep, the mountain road is difficult to walk, why did you come to my South Shaolin?"

Seeing that although Xiao Shami seemed to have relaxed his vigilance, in Dong Yi's opinion, the vigilance in his eyes was obvious.

Obviously, his recent actions have made the entire Southern Shaolin people panic, and they are very wary of the appearance of strangers.

Dong Yi coughed heavily, and Xiao Shami gently patted his back.

It took a moment for him to speak in a hoarse voice.

"Actually, I am too...... An old monk lasted more than half a year before he came here...... Nan Shaolin, in order to discuss Buddhism with the abbot. ”

After seeing the ring scar on Dong Yi's head, Xiao Shami's answer to Dong Yi did not doubt him, and nodded affirmatively.

"It turned out that it was the ancestor in front of him, and the little monk was unreasonable."

Dong Yi didn't expect that his qualifications could be ranked in the name of the master's ancestor, and his heart moved for a while.

After entering Southern Shaolin, he can rely on the old and sell the old, although the abbot's age must be about the same as he thinks.

But he is a guest from afar, and presumably the abbot will not refuse his request.

Dong Yi waved his hand slightly, and said weakly.

"It's okay, it's just that South Shaolin is an important place for Buddhism, why is it so vigilant? What has happened to Nan Shaolin recently? ”

Xiao Shami's face was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and the abbot warned them that all information about Southern Shaolin should not be mentioned to outsiders.

But in the face of the old-timers who are also monks, if they hide themselves, it seems that Nan Shaolin is a little childish.

I was a little hesitant for a while, not knowing how to answer Dong Yi's question.

Fortunately, at this time, a rather majestic voice sounded.

"Who came to my South Shaolin late at night?"

I saw an old monk wearing a purple robe and kind eyes appear at the door of South Shaolin.

The little novice beside Dong Yi hurriedly clasped his hands together and bowed his head in salute.

"Attend the abbot."

The old monk bowed slightly, and returned the salute, looking at Dong Yi with an inquiring gaze.

Although his eyes did not show any aggressive gaze, Dong Yi still had a feeling of being seen through.

This kind of feeling, even from Tong Dabao, has never been seen.

Is this the subtlety of the Dharma?

Although Dong Yi was shocked, his face did not make the slightest move, except for the cover of a human skin mask, more importantly, his affirmation of his identity.

If you want others to think that you are another person, you must first make yourself believe that you are him.

"Ahem, ahem! The little monk participates in the abbot. ”

With the sound of coughing several times, Dong Yi's eyes were a little sluggish, looking like a kite with a broken string, as if he was in danger of falling down at any time.

Xiao Shami hurriedly spoke for him: "Abbot, this ancestor said that he traveled here and came to Southern Shaolin for half a year to talk about Buddhism with you. ”

Master Shantong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he withdrew his gaze from Dong Yi.

Just under his gaze, the other party did not show the slightest timidity, and there was still excitement in his eyes, it did look like he had traveled here.

But recently, South Shaolin is an eventful season, and more things are better than less things, and this matter is a housework of South Shaolin.

It's not good to let outsiders know, so he waved his hand and said.

"Qingming, quiet, help this wandering monk to the meditation room, recuperate, and make plans tomorrow."

Hearing this, the two little novices hurriedly folded their hands and responded.

"Yes, Abbot."

Dong Yi was overjoyed when he heard this, and it was done!