From the Perfect World

Donghua Mountain, Shaolin Temple.

Since Bodhidharma, the founder of Shaolin, crossed the river to the east and crossed the Middle Earth thousands of years ago, established Shaolin Temple, and passed down seventy-two unique skills. Since then, Shaolin has been prosperous for a long time. Even if the dynasties in the world change, Shaolin can survive the catastrophe.

On this day, a plainly dressed coachman drove into Shaolin in an ancient and clumsy carriage with hidden nobility.

"Amitabha." A yellow-clothed mountain-guarding monk recited the Buddha's name and said, "This benefactor, please stop. The road up the mountain is rough and bumpy, and it is difficult for a horse-drawn carriage. If you want to worship the Buddha, please walk up the mountain gate by yourself."

The plainly dressed Wang Ke stopped and reined in his horse, turned around and looked into the carriage and asked respectfully, "My lord, what should I do?"

If the martial arts people who knew Wang Ke saw this scene, they would definitely feel that there was a hallucination, and the grand master turned out to be like a slave.

"Then get out of the car." Words came out of the carriage with a faint smile. Immediately afterwards, the monk guarding the mountain saw a Taoist priest in Xuanpao with his hair in a bun, deep eyes, and a gentle smile on his handsome face. With a knife and a sword on his back, he walked out from the curtain of the car, exuding an indescribable aura all over his body, which made people's eyes shine, and he was really a real person.

In the past few days, I have tasted all the delicacies in the world, and I feel very happy. Lin Yang smiled and said, "Thank you, the mage, for leading the way."

"Benefactor, please." The monk guarding the mountain turned and led the way up the mountain. Wang Ke drove the carriage and parked it under the guidance of other monks.

Lin Yang walked on the mountain road with slightly dazed eyes, the layout of the Shaolin Temple in this world is almost exactly the same as the Shaolin Temple in Duoercha World. I still remember that my boxing skills were terrible at the time, and with my supernatural power, I was like a typical person who punched a master to death. Now, in less than half a year, I have become a master with both strength and skill.

No, it should have only taken a few breaths.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help smiling.

Fortunately, Wang Ke followed closely behind, so he couldn't see his expression, otherwise he had to guess wildly.

In less than a moment, the two of Lin Yang came to the wide square. In another world, he once used the treasure technique of reluctantly attracting Suanni to kill Duoercha, laying the foundation stone for the first place in the list. Lin Yang had guessed that apart from the theoretical half-step location location where he didn't know if he had mastered the Dharma body's moves and was in charge of Baobing, only the real location location could give him some experience points.

It is too terrifying to practice two peerless magic arts, to cultivate several exterior scene skills to the point where one can do whatever one wants, and to control a middle-grade weapon. Lin Yang once suspected that the sum of all the people behind the list could not match him.

Walking into the Daxiong Palace, you can see the splendor and splendor in your eyes, the Buddha smiles while holding flowers, the sound of wooden fish is endless, and the sound of Zen is bursting.

Lin Yang took three sticks of sandalwood incense wrapped in golden thread from Wang Ke's hand, and Lin Yang bowed respectfully and offered the incense.

I hope Buddha will bless me to find the general outline of "Tathagata God's Palm".

Lin Yang was calm, and his heart was empty. He also knew that it was impossible to bless him in the current state where the Buddha of this world was isolated from the heavens and worlds, and this time it was just a psychological comfort.

In the past, he didn't understand why there were always three incense sticks, and he didn't understand until he joined Xuantianzong.

The three sticks of incense in Taoism represent the patriarchs of the Sanqing, while in Buddhism they symbolize the Buddha, Dharma, and monks, and the three sticks of folk incense represent heaven, earth, and people.

Xuantianzong belongs to the orthodox lineage of the emperor of heaven. Although he dresses up as a Taoist priest, he does not believe in the Sanqing.

The incense is over.

Lin Yang looked at the abbot who was wearing a red cassock, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and closed his eyes and chanted scriptures from beginning to end. He opened his mouth to say something, but finally turned and left.

Before coming to Shaolin Temple, he planned to suppress the abbot of Shaolin who is a grand master, and ransacked the Shaolin Buddhist scripture pavilion, but when things came to an end, he changed his mind.

There is no enmity between Shaolin and Shaolin, and it seems that this great master is not like a nosy person, and he doesn't want to dirty his heart. Recently, he found that he is getting more and more swollen.

At this time, he remembered that during the mission of Dolcha,

When the soldiers were divided into two groups, Meng Qi once said what Zhengyan had said.

If you indulge your desires and do things that violate your principles when no one is around, in a strange place, what is the difference from having no principles? In the world of reincarnation, I think it is more important to stick to yourself, otherwise, sooner or later, after every task, you will change your temperament, become a Shura, and fall into the sea of ​​suffering forever.

What Meng Qi said back then was what he had always done, otherwise, when he landed on the other side in the future, not to mention the external calamity, but his own internal calamity would lead to eternal misery due to a little flaw. There won't be the loud shouting after that, 'Go *you *old* mother! '.

Practice is simple,

I can't hold back my heart!

With all kinds of thoughts in their hearts, Lin Yang, Wang Ke and his two stepped out of the Daxiong Palace.

"Amitabha."

After the two left, Abbot Xuanxin, who had finished reading the scriptures, opened his eyes and said the Buddha's name. With his spiritual awareness as a great master, he had already discovered the arrival of Wang Ke, who is also a great master, but for a moment Xuanxin couldn't figure out why this "Sky Keeper" came, and the scriptures were not finished yet, so He didn't respond, and Wang Ke left without thinking for a short moment.

"What's the matter with Wang Benefactor just now?" Xuan Xin asked the little novice at the side.

The little novice was taken aback for a moment, not knowing who the abbot was talking about. Seeing this, Xuanxin explained: "The one who left just now is the benefactor Wang. He is the 'Shoutian Hand' Wang Ke. After becoming famous, he has rarely set foot in the rivers and lakes. It is not surprising that no one knows the monks in the temple."

If the Shaolin monks recognized that it was the great master who came to worship the mountain, they would definitely notify him, the abbot, in advance. If no notification was made, it was obvious that no one recognized Wang Ke's true identity.

The little novice stared blankly at his abbot for a while, and said nonchalantly: "Reporting to the abbot, there were two people just now, one is a young Taoist priest, the other is a Taoist servant, and there is no Great Master Wang Ke."

"kindness?"

Abbot Xuanxin's expression froze, obviously there was only one person in his spiritual perception, but Jueyuan couldn't lie to himself.

Has someone deceived their spiritual sense?

A thought flashed in my mind, and Xuan Xin asked solemnly: "You will detail what happened a moment ago."

Hearing his abbot's question, the little novice Jueyuan truthfully told the scene of Lin Yang's coming to offer incense, including their faces, clothing characteristics, etc., in great detail.

After the little novice narrated, Xuanxin was sure that the Taoist's servant was Wang Ke, who is also a great master, the 'Shoutian Hand'. This involuntarily reminded him of the absurd and unruly rivers and lakes rumors earlier. He muttered to himself: "A Taoist servant, a Taoist in black robes, with a sword on his back."

As the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, the mainstay of the righteous way, he naturally pays attention to the dynamics of the world, so he has heard this rumor. Didn't expect it to be real! It's not made up by villains.

"I don't know if the birth of this Taoist is a blessing or a curse to all living beings in the world."

The compassionate expression on Xuan Xin's face became even more apparent. Being able to get close to himself without being discovered by the spiritual sense, and make the great master a servant, the skill of this young Taoist is inconceivably profound.

At this time, the little novice realized belatedly, that servant turned out to be Wang Ke, the great master of the 'Shoutian Hand'? After I finish my homework at night, I must share this anecdote with my brothers and sisters, so that they will also be dumbfounded.