Ding Xiaodao was annoyed, but he had no choice but to return in a huff.

Just now, I chased down this road, and before I knew it, I had chased out five or six miles, and I could vaguely see the road to the Shaomu Mountain not far away.

Ding Xiaodao was looking at the room, and suddenly heard two birdsongs from the mountainside, like a nightingale. "On such a cold night, how can there be birdsong. Could it be that the man in black just now was leading me? Ding Xiaodao mused. Before he had time to think about it, Ding Xiaodao took a sharp breath, swept up, and flew towards the mountainside.

It was the second watch, and the cold wind became more and more violent, and it looked like it was going to snow.

"Who is this man in black who is sacred, is it the moon in commonplace? Look at the figure but it doesn't look like it. He deliberately led me out this time but avoided meeting, I was about to return in vain, he actually revealed his form again, look at the direction, this guy is going to lead me to explore Shaolin at night. Ding Xiaodao thought in his heart. The strength of his feet has not diminished in the slightest. In a few moments, we were already on the mountainside.

There were no birds, no men in black, and there was silence all around.

The mountainside is the place where the forest is deep and the trees are dense, there are still rocks to borrow from the mountain just now, but at this time the road is also exhausted, and there are patches of pine and cypress in front of you, and some are as high as several zhang. In the night, it looks as if the fierce Yaksha is waiting to be devoured.

It's the middle of the night, and if you go into the forest, you're afraid you won't even be able to find your way.

Ding Xiaodao thought for a moment, suddenly got up, his body jumped more than three feet, and when he was about to exhaust, his feet lightly touched a horizontal branch. It sprang up a foot or two, and then landed gently on the branches at the top of the canopy.

I saw a faint light on the col on the right. Immediately unfolded, flying away against the treetops.

Shaolin Temple sits in the north and faces south, Ding Xiaodao previously went up the mountain from the right side of the mountain gate, this time from the Yangpo forest into the temple, just the first through Tallinn.

Tallinn is located at the foot of the mountain about 100 zhang to the west of Shaolin Temple, and is the cemetery built by the senior monks of Shaolin after their death. There is a tower of bones and a tower of mantle. It is divided into stone towers and brick towers, ranging from one to seven levels. There are many kinds of shapes, and there are one or two hundred large and small seats.

In the night, there are occasional chanting and the sound of wooden fish, which is more solemn.

Tallinn has always been a forbidden place in Shaolin.

Ding Xiaodao crouched in the dark, holding his breath and concentrating, listening attentively. If there is anyone lurking within a radius of twenty feet, he will not be able to escape his ears. But he didn't find anything, did the man in black enter the temple first, or did he retreat after leading him up? Ding Xiaodao smiled bitterly, and it was unknown what the man in black intended to lead him up. If you can't figure it out, don't think about it.

Ding Xiaodao found that his self-soothing skills were getting bigger and bigger, how comfortable it was to lie in bed and sleep in the cold this day, and he had to come out to suffer.

clearly felt that he was in the hands of others, and he pretended to be nothing. As the saying goes, it is a blessing to suffer a loss, but if there are too many such blessings, it is difficult to bear.

He decided that he would have to ask for less of this blessing in the future.

In the middle of the night, three watches broke into the forbidden land of Shaolin, and it would not be good to meet the three major monks. Ding Xiaodao took out a black scarf from his arms to cover his face, revealing only a pair of big and bright eyes. I saw that he borrowed his feet to use a milk swallow to throw himself into the forest, and volleyed into the air and changed his body to use a swallow to copy the water three times, and fell lightly on the top of a tower.

This is a three-storey brick tower with five layers of eaves and beautiful shape. The back wall of the tower is inlaid with a stone stele, and the inscription and the book are faintly visible.

Ding Xiaodao lay on the eaves of the back wall of the tower, and dissolved into one with the night.

After a while, he expected that there would be no one around, and then quickly swept to the next tower eaves.

Although Ding Xiaodao had also been to other temples, he had never been to Shaolin, he didn't know where the letter would be hidden, and he never thought that the Shaolin Temple would occupy such a large area. Yes, he could only go to a place where there was a light, and at this time he could already see the Dragon and Tiger Ridge behind Tallinn. Behind him on the right side is the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and then go out is the Tianwang Hall until the mountain gate, and in front is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and behind the Zangjing Pavilion should be the abbot's room.

The place where there is light is the area of the abbot's room.

When such an important thing happened in Shaolin, the abbot Master Qingxuan should not be able to sleep. Ding Xiaodao thought to himself.

Ding Xiaodao has jumped to the ground, he knows that the slightest sound of clothes and wind can be exposed, after all, Shaolin Temple is a holy place admired by everyone in the world's martial arts, he doesn't dare to be too big. He shuttles through the Tallinn like a tanuki, never making a sound under his feet. Seeing that he was about to pass out of Tallinn, he suddenly heard someone walking on the path that connected to the temple at the end of Tallinn.

Ding Xiaodao took a breath lightly, stood up lightly, and as soon as his hands touched the eaves of the tower, his body flipped over and fell silently on the eaves.

I saw two monks walking towards Tallinn with a lantern in their hands. Talk as you go.

The monk who walked in front said: "Senior Brother Zhenhui, who do you say that person is, he is still playing chess with the abbot in the middle of the night, and the abbot is very tired these days." The words were indignant, and his voice was full of childishness, he should have only been a thirteen or fourteen-year-old little monk.

The monk who walked behind replied: "Alas, who said no, I heard Uncle Jingxuan say that the person is the owner of the Nangong family's Splendid Villa, and he has not been out of the rivers and lakes for many years. ”

The monk in front of him was still dissatisfied, and muttered: "The conference is the eighth day of the lunar month, and there are still two days left, and I must have tasted the good tea made by the abbot and his old man, and I was reluctant to leave after drinking......

"Senior Brother Zhenyan, be quiet, let the master hear that you are disrespectful to the guests, and you will be punished for facing the wall." The monk behind him, who was called True Wisdom, shouted. "I heard that the owner of Nangong Village was a close friend of the master before he became a monk, and even the abbot and his old man had been a guest at Splendid Villa when he traveled the world."

The monk called Mantra was speechless, and begged in a low voice: "Good girl, fortunately no one heard, Senior Brother Zhenhui, don't you tell the uncle of the Discipline Academy and our master......

"Okay, okay, let's go, hurry up and go back to sleep after the patrol, who rarely said you." Zhenhui seemed to be good to this little junior brother, and her tone was full of doting.

The two talked and laughed all the way, and gradually drifted apart.

Ding Xiaodao secretly thought in his heart, the owner of Nangong Village? Could it be Nangong Yu!

I heard that this old boy hasn't been staying in the village for alchemy? How interested in coming all the way to Shaolin. Listening to the tone, Nangong Yu is an old friend of the master of these two monks, and he is also an old acquaintance with the abbot Master Qingxuan, are they just drinking tea and playing chess in the middle of the night. Ding Xiaodao couldn't help but be curious and decided to go and investigate.

The place where Manyan Zhenhui came out just now was a little more lit than other places, it seems that it should be a place like the Scripture Pavilion, presumably guarded day and night, and he doesn't want to be regarded as a thief stealing scriptures.

Ding Xiaodao decided to take a detour to enter from the back mountain.