They followed Iron Bull to the dilapidated inn, where they were greeted by an elderly man. At first, the old man saw this group of "visitors" full of wounded soldiers, and did not dare to receive them. Trembling, he hid behind the counter and begged to be spared.

Facing the old man with the bow and snake shadow, Tie Niu had no choice but to take out the token of the Wanhe Dart Bureau, and roughly explained the process of being robbed. Only then did this poor old man accept their house money with peace of mind.

The town of Black Bee is located in the mountains, and there are only a handful of tourists coming and going. And this inn, the only inn in town, does not have many rooms. Excluding the already occupied rooms, only three rooms remained.

After all, Ling'er is a daughter, so she is naturally alone in a room. The other seven people, Zheng Hao, Tie Niu and a brother with a broken leg lived in the same room. The other four wounded were naturally crammed into another room.

There are no complaints about the difficult housing conditions. After all, when you are usually outside, in most cases, you use the earth as your bed and the sky as your quilt. And for this comfortable interior, everyone is already very satisfied. Only Zheng Hao and Yu Wenxian are tens of thousands of unhappy about such a living situation.

Needless to say, Yu Wenxian usually lives in the palace, and the bed he sleeps on is bigger than this room, not to mention sleeping with two big men who can rub mud balls all over his body.

Zheng Hao is actually not much better. It was fine when I slept in the field with everyone before. After all, there is a lot of space in the wild, and everyone still has a certain amount of private space. But when he entered this guest room, Zheng Hao was dumbfounded, how had he ever seen such a guest room. In his impression, shouldn't this kind of standard room have at least two beds, and then have a stool, a table, or something. In front of me, there was a rectangular earthen kang piled upright, and some hay was spread on it, and there was nothing else.

Just as the two were discussing whether to enter the room, Tie Niu and another big brother both fell on the kang without saying a word and fell asleep. Smelling the faint smell of sweat from the two, Zheng Hao and Yu Wenyan no longer hesitated, took a step back, solemnly closed the door, and firmly stayed away from this place full of "manliness".

Leaving the inn, facing such a simple and mysterious town. From the perspective of two people who have never seen anything "in the world", it is definitely exuding infinite attraction. Out of curiosity about the outside world, the two aimlessly started shopping mode.

Look here, look there. Grandma Liu, who was alive and well, entered the Grand View Garden. And the simple villagers, looking at this little guy running around, were not disgusted. As for Zheng Hao, who is incarnated as a curious baby, he asks some questions from time to time. Everyone answered him kindly.

On the third pole in the day, the two of them took the whole town and went shopping. The two of them, who had been skinning for a long time, finally received the tiredness from their bodies. The two sighed and prepared to go back to the inn to rest.

Although the two are in the same body, they have actually known each other for dozens of hours. On the way back, suddenly, there was a hint of awkward silence between the two.

As Zheng Hao, who lives in modern times, of course knows the importance of "breaking the ice" at this time. After thinking about it for a while, he began to talk to Yuwen Yan.

"I said Xiaowen, what kind of martial arts did you use to defeat Xue Kuang before. Isn't it powerful, do you have time to teach me, when you're not there, I can also fight monsters and level up?"

Yu Wenyan, who was originally hesitating to continue to be reserved, was also immediately relieved after receiving the olive branch from Zheng Hao: "Actually, it's not a powerful martial art, it's just some ordinary sword techniques taught to me by the guards who originally protected me." ”

Zheng Hao, who opened the chatterbox, recalled the martial arts novels he read when he was a child. He continued to ask with a little wistfulness: "Then when are we free, go to visit Shaolin, Wudang and other martial arts masters." At least learn a one-and-a-half-trick to defend yourself?"

Yuwen Yan was asked for a moment, thought about it in his head for a long time, and asked suspiciously: "Shaolin, what kind of sect is Wudang?" Why haven't I heard of it, and ask Brother Hao to explain one or two. ”

When Zheng Hao heard Yu Wenyan's answer, his whole person was like being struck by lightning, and the picture in his mind instantly became a bubble: "Are you sure you haven't heard of it? Wudang's internal strength is the best in the world!"

"Well, I really haven't heard of it, and I ask Brother Hao to teach me. Yu Wenxian replied seriously.

"Sure enough, fairy tales are all lies. Zheng Hao lowered his head in frustration, as if he felt the malice of this world. And those peerless miraculous skills that he longed for, the supreme internal force, seemed to be slowly saying goodbye to him.

Yuwen Yan felt Zheng Hao's changes, thought for a while, and said, "If you really come from the future, then the sects you mentioned may not have been established yet." As for the internal strength and mental method, I remember that the guards who taught me the sword technique before told me that there are many capable people in the rivers and lakes. There are endless martial arts routines, but there are very few martial arts who know internal skills. The guards in the palace are to learn a book called Armor Breaking Decision. I heard that it belongs to the inferior internal strength, but even so, it is treasured by everyone and will never be passed on. ”

Listening to Yu Wenyan's words, Zheng Hao's mood improved slightly. And the flame that had been extinguished seemed to be burning again.

Back at the inn, a foreign monk holding a Buddha battle and turning into a fate appeared in the field of vision of Zheng Hao and Yu Wenxian. His hair was slightly curly, his skin was dark, and he was as thin as wood. But the clean monk's robe and the godly gaze do not make people equate him with sloppiness.

Surprisingly, he actually said in fluent Chinese: "Old man, poor monks come from Tianzhu, which means to promote Buddhism and purify all sentient beings." Passing through here today, I hope to get some food and stay alive. Oh Buddha Mitha"

The old man didn't quite understand what the foreigner in front of him said, although he spoke Chinese very well. But he turned his head and scooped a bowl of brown rice into the bowl of the monk in front of him.

Before the Tang Dynasty, Buddhism did not actually flourish. Because during the Northern and Southern Dynasties and the Sui Dynasty, Huangzong mostly believed in Taoism, so Buddhism was not promoted at that time. This is also the reason why this high monk has traveled thousands of miles to come here.

"Oh Buddha Mita. The monk bowed his head and thanked him. No longer bother, ready to continue on his journey.

"Jingle bells. The sound of the Zen staff touching the ground stopped abruptly as the monk saw the handsome child in front of him. The monk stopped his steps and looked at Zheng Hao and Yu Wenyan with blazing eyes.

Zheng Hao was uncomfortable when he was watched, he felt as if he had been stripped naked, and he saw it through. I was just about to turn around and escape, but I felt that I was being pierced by a thousand pounds under my feet, and I couldn't take a single step.

The two struggled to turn around and found that the monk was standing still, not moving. There is nothing to stand in the way of his departure. But I just can't take a step.

Zheng Hao's heart tightened, thinking to himself, could it be that this Indian monk saw his problem and was ready to surpass himself? On the other side, Yuwen Yan was not so scared, after all, his body was originally his own. He wished that the master would do something to help him solve the problem of "hemiplegia".

Just as Zheng Hao was about to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, the monk's slightly accented voice came: "Oh Buddha Mita, the poor monk Dharma is called Dharma." See the donor's bones are wonderful, and the gods are extraordinary. I was curious, so I looked at it more. And please don't blame it. ”

After speaking, Zheng Hao instantly felt his body loosen, and dragged Yu Wenxian to quickly retreat from a safe distance, before turning his head and replying: "Where is it, let the master take a few more looks, that is the blessing of the little brother." The younger brother still had important matters, so he retired first. ”

"Good, good, if the donor has time, he can come to the east hill to find me, I will promote the Dharma in the town, and I will stay for a few more days, oh Buddha Mito. Looking at Zheng Hao, who disappeared from view, Master Bodhidharma took a step. He frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

Zheng Hao was not lightly frightened, and he couldn't care about Yuwen Yan, who couldn't keep up with the pace, and walked out of the old distance one by one. finally left the monk's sight. Only then did he stop, Yuwen Yan complained to Zheng Hao in his heart: What are you running, haven't you seen a monk.

Zheng Hao looked around and found that the monk was not chasing him, so he replied with a sigh of relief: "I'm afraid that if we stay a little longer, both of us will be gone." At that time, there will not even be a corpse collector. In response to his answer, Yuwen Yan pursed his lips disapprovingly. I don't know what I'm thinking.

"Ahh Shaking his head, he asked Yuwen Yan, "By the way, do you remember what he said about his legal name?"

Yuwen thought about it and replied seriously: "If I'm not mistaken, it seems to be called Dharma." ”

"That's true, I heard you right, it looks like we met a fierce man. Zheng Hao said matter-of-factly.

Zheng Hao himself doesn't actually believe in ghosts and gods, but he has a grandmother who believes in Buddhism. As a devotion to my grandmother, every time we met, I would tell him how unfathomable the Dharma was. Although there are not many things that interest him, it also makes him hear a lot of deeds.

Zheng Hao still vaguely remembers that Bodhidharma seems to be the "generation" that created Shaolin.

Although he knew that the other party was a fierce man, for Zheng Hao, he didn't know whether it was a life-urging charm or an opportunity.

"Why are you here, come back to the inn with me. Just as Zheng Hao was entangled, Ling'er's voice came from afar.