Chapter 2715

Yang Yi disguised himself as a monk and put on the human skin mask. This is to take the opportunity to send Lingxiu monk Dudie back to Shaolin Temple to read their books for two years.

Shaolin Temple has a history of more than 500 years. It was built by Emperor Xiaowen of Northern Wei Dynasty. Is Shaolin the oldest and not the largest temple in the Central Plains, but the older one is not as big as it. For example, the Baima temple in Luoyang is not as old as it is, such as the daxiangguo temple in Bianliang.

Shaolin Temple is not the highest Buddhism, but it is the Buddhist temple in the deepest study of martial arts.

Shaolin Temple has a long history in martial arts, from the founder of Dharma to abbot tanzong who led the thirteen stick monks to save Li Shimin, and now dominates the martial arts field of the Song Dynasty.

Not only that, because of its political status from its establishment to its heyday, and its influence on the people, Shaolin Temple has a comprehensive heritage that other temples can't match. Therefore, there are a lot of books in the Sutra collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, which is second only to the Zhaowen Hall of the song Dynasty.

Moreover, because Shaolin Temple's Buddhism and martial arts practice is very complex, so the collection of books in the Sutra collection Pavilion is not limited to Buddhist scriptures, but comprehensive, and it is a comprehensive library.

Therefore, Yang Yi, who suddenly fell in love with reading books, regards the Sutra collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple as his first goal to return to the Central Plains, which is very reasonable. The second goal is Zhaowen hall.

You can't go to the temple without paying for it. You can't go to the temple without paying for it.

The monks in the Dharma Hall of Shaolin Temple are all great martial arts masters. They are not only large in number, but also not easy to be provoked. Without being modest, the sheep also know that they may not be able to fight.

As soon as he came to this world for 450 years, he practiced martial arts diligently for more than 400 years, which undoubtedly made him a first-class martial arts master. However, in the past 400 years, he has seen too many martial arts talents and deeply knows that he is only an expert accumulated by hard time.

In other words, if the martial arts strength is divided into ten levels, Yang Yi should be between the eighth and the Ninth level, and because of his natural talent, this is almost his limit.

However, in the past 400 years, there has never been a lack of martial arts masters of the ninth or tenth level in the Central Plains. In other words, Yang Yi can fight with the most advanced martial arts person in the world, and he may even retreat, but he can't win.

Don't think about it. Shaolin Temple, which dominates the Central Plains martial arts, must have more powerful martial artists than Yang Yi, and there may be several more. After living for more than 400 years, there is still self-knowledge.

When the ship sailed on the sea, he thought of a way out, so as soon as he landed in Hangzhou, the sheep shaved his hair and bought a good monk's robe, and even his weapons were replaced by sentinels. In fact, he bought the robe by force. He took it off a big monk with beautiful features in Lingyin Temple and threw it to him.

The big monk almost didn't scare to death. At first, he absolutely wanted to be crooked.

Yang Yi plans to say that he is a good monk friend of Lingxiu monk in juelin Temple of zhanpo country, and he is called Jesus. He said that Lingxiu had passed away. He asked him to send his relics back to Shaolin Temple and give it to his younger brother, lingmen monk. Then the old monk ran such a long way in such a big age that he immediately let him go back. Isn't it unreasonable? I've heard that Shaolin Temple has profound Buddhism. Can I have a two-year list here?

Yang Yi thought the plan would work.

As for the ring scars on his head, Yang Yi did not burn six of them. He once learned many practical techniques from his elder martial brother, Lao Zhang tou, who was proficient in the evil ways of the river and the lake. For example, he drew scars on his body with false ones.

Then he took out the leather mask that Li Xiaoyao gave him and put on the old one. The skin as thin as cicada's wings is really wonderful. I don't know how Baimiao people made it. Cover on the face almost no discomfort, not only ventilation, and do not affect the expression, as long as do not play too rich on the line.

Wearing the mask, the sheep became a walking monk with a strong back and a long face. He was at least 80 years old when he only looked at his face. Of course, if you want to say 90 or 100, you can hardly disobey it. After all, the white beard is very sparse.

After returning to Bianliang, Yang Yi sold his horse in front of the gate of daxiangguo temple, and spent three days wandering around the city to get familiar with the feeling of stooping and walking with his whistle stick as a crutch.

There are many kind people outside Bianliang.

"Master, what can I do for you?"

"It's OK. I'll walk."

Three days later, the old monk Yang, whose pseudonym was Jesus, waddled into the Songshan temple and came to the Shaolin Temple.

On the steps outside the big red temple, a little monk in grey, with a big broom in his nest, was standing there idly, taking out his nose. When he saw the old sheep coming to the door with a pack on his back, he did not take the initiative to take care of Yangyi because there were always many visitors to Shaolin Temple and the temple had the reserve of the temple.

The little monk took out the nose excrement of concentration, a little disgusted to sheep one. But he has been around for 400 years. He knows that Yama likes to see ghosts and is hard to deal with. He is the guard at the gate where he goes.

Yang Yi deliberately slows down, takes off the burden from his back, and then takes out the Dudie of Lingxiu monk Yang Wulang, and gives it to the little monk with the grace and grace of an 80 year old monk."Little monk, go to inform the lingmen monk that his senior brother Lingxiu is back."

All of a sudden, the little monk was as fierce as a thunderbolt, his facial features were distorted, and then he bared his teeth and looked at Yang Yi in horror.

Yang Yi: "I'm going to

It's freezing.

After ten breaths, the sheep shook the Dudie in his hand. "Xiaohe..."

"Ah ~ ~ ~..." The little monk screamed bitterly, then threw down the broom, and without looking back, he ran to the temple, tearing his heart and crying.

"Go and tell the abbot that monk Lingxiu is back. When master Lingxiu came back, the abbot -- "

Yangyi was in disorder at the bright red gate of Shaolin Temple, and he was at a loss as he held on to hand over the instructions.

The tragic call echoed in the mountain of Shaoshi, but suddenly stopped. After a while, the sheep heard a lot of messy footsteps coming from inside.

Twenty or thirty monks ran to Yangyi outside the gate. Some of them were wearing cassock. They were obviously monks of considerable status in Shaolin Temple.

The sheep was startled, and secretly clenched the whistle, wondering whether to strike first, swing two with a few sticks, or run his mother directly.

The leading monk of cassock took the nanmu Dudie in one of the sheep's hands, opened it carefully and looked at it carefully, and a large number of heads came together.

Yang Yi is a little confused. "That I... "

"It's really master Lingxiu. It's really..." Cassock monk hands together: "xuandu see Shibo."

This time, twenty-three people were all in a state of seven mouths and eight tongues.

"See you."

"See my uncle."

"See Uncle Zeng."

Yang Yi: "I'm going to

"That I Lingmen... "

"Quick, quick, quick, quick, please go to see the abbot, quick."

The sheep could not speak, so they were surrounded by the group of young monks, or even dragged by them. They trotted into Shaolin Temple all the way.