Golden Greenery

Yangyi made himself into a monk and put on the human skin mask. I did this because I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to send Monk Lingxiu back to pay his ultimatum and sneak into the Shaolin Temple to read their collection of books for two years.

Shaolin Temple has a history of more than 500 years. It was built by Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Shaolin is not the oldest or largest temple in the Central Plains, but the older ones are not as big as it, such as the White Horse Temple in Luoyang, and the older ones are not as old as it, such as the Daxiangguo Temple in Bianliang.

Shaolin Temple is not the most profound Buddhist temple, but it is the Buddhist temple with the deepest research on martial arts.

From Patriarch Bodhidharma to Abbot Tan Zong leading thirteen stick monks to rescue Li Shimin, to now leading the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, Shaolin Temple has a long history in martial arts.

Not only that, because of its political status from its establishment to its peak in history, as well as its influence among the people, Shaolin Temple has a comprehensive heritage that is unmatched by other temples. Therefore, its Sutra Pavilion has a large collection of books. It is second only to the Zhaowen Pavilion of the Song Dynasty Palace.

Moreover, because Shaolin Temple is a Buddhist and martial arts practitioner, and its subjects are very complex, the collection of books in the Sutra Pavilion is not limited to Buddhist scriptures, but is all-encompassing and is a comprehensive library.

Therefore, it is very reasonable for Yang Yi, who is suddenly obsessed with reading, to regard the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Shaolin Temple as his first goal when he returns to the Central Plains. The second goal is Zhaowen Pavilion.

But Shaolin Temple is different from his previous temples in Tianzhu, Srivijaya, Khmer and Champa countries. It is impossible for idlers to enter, it cannot be bribed with money, and it is impossible to force their way in through martial arts.

The monks in the Bodhidharma Academy of Shaolin Temple are all great martial artists. Not only are there a large number of them, but none of them are easy to mess with. Yang Yi doesn't have to be humble to know that he may not be able to defeat them.

It has been four hundred and fifty years since Yang Yi came to this world, and he has been practicing martial arts diligently and conscientiously for more than four hundred years, which makes him undoubtedly a first-class martial artist. But in the past four hundred years, he had seen too many martial arts geniuses, and he knew deeply that he was just a master who accumulated time.

Let's put it this way, if martial arts strength is divided into ten levels, Yang Yi should be between the eighth and ninth levels, and because of his limited talent, this is almost his limit.

But in the past four hundred years, the Central Plains has never lacked ninth or even tenth level martial arts masters. In other words, Yang Yi can fight with the most accomplished martial arts person in the world, and he may even escape unscathed, but he cannot win.

There is no need to think about it. The Shaolin Temple, which is now the leader in Central Plains martial arts, must have a more powerful martial artist than Yang Yi, and there are probably several more. Having lived for more than four hundred years, I still have the self-awareness to neither be humble nor arrogant.

The plan was figured out when the ship was at sea, so as soon as they landed in Hangzhou, Yang Yi shaved his head and bought a monk's robe, and even his side weapon was replaced with a whistle stick. In fact, he bought the monk's robe forcibly.

He ripped it off from a tall and handsome monk from Lingyin Temple and threw him two cents of silver.

The big monk almost died of fright, and he was definitely wrong at first.

Yang Yi planned to say that he was a good monk friend of Monk Lingxiu in Jueling Temple in Champa country, and his dharma name was Jesus. He said that Lingxiu had passed away and asked him to return the relics to the Shaolin Temple and give them to his junior fellow monk Lingmen. Then, after such an old monk has traveled such a long way, is it outrageous to let him go back right away? I have heard for a long time that the Dharma of Shaolin Temple is profound. Can I let this poor monk stay here for two years?

Yang Yi felt that this plan would definitely work.

As for the ring scars on his head, Yang Yi did not actually perm six of them. He had learned many practical techniques from his senior brother Lao Zhangtou, who was well versed in the evil ways of the world, such as drawing fake scars on his body.

Then he took out the human skin mask that Li Xiaoyao gave him back then and put on the old one. The dough is as thin as a cicada's wing and is truly a work of art. I don't know how the Bai Miao people made it. There is almost no discomfort when covering the face, it is not only breathable, but also does not affect the expression at all, as long as it is not too rich.

Putting on the mask, Yang Yi turned into a walking monk with a heavy back and an old face. His face looked like he was at least eighty years old. Of course, if you want to say ninety or one hundred, it's still not inconsistent. After all, the white beards are already pitifully thin.

After returning to Bianliang, Yang Yi sold the horse in front of the Daxiangguo Temple, and spent another three days walking around outside the city to get acquainted with it. He walked with his waist bent and using the whistle stick as a crutch. a feeling of.

There are many kind-hearted people outside Bianliang City.

"Master, what's the matter with you?"

"It's okay, I'll take a walk."

Three days later, the old monk Yang Yang, who went by the pseudonym Jesus, walked into the Songshan Young Room with trembling feet and arrived at the Shaolin Temple.

On the steps outside the Dahong Temple, a little monk in gray clothes was standing there boredly picking out his nose with a big broom in his nest. When he saw the old Yang Yi slowly coming to the door with his baggage on his back, maybe because there were always a lot of visitors to the Shaolin Temple and the big temple had the reserve of a big temple, he didn't take the initiative to talk to Yang Yi.

The little monk's concentration on picking out his nose was a little disgusting to Yang Yi. But he has traveled all over the world for four hundred years, and he knows very well that the king of hell is very difficult to deal with. Wherever he goes, the doorman at the door has the most authority.

Yangchi deliberately slowed down his movements, unloaded the baggage from his back, took out the gift certificate of the smart monk Yang Wulang, and handed it to the young monk with the grace that an eighty-year-old monk should have.

"Young monk, go and inform Monk Lingmen that his senior brother Lingxiu is back."

In an instant, the little monk was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning, all the facial features on his face were distorted, and then he bared his teeth and looked at Yang Yi in horror, and froze.

Yang Yi: "..."

Freeze in frame.

After ten breaths passed, Yang shook the ultimatum in his hand. "Xiaohe..."

"Ah——~~~..." The little monk let out a miserable scream, then threw down the broom and ran towards the temple without looking back, shouting heartbreakingly as he ran.

"Go and tell the abbot, Monk Lingxiu is back. Master Lingxiu's uncle is back, abbot -"

Yang Yi was in a mess at the bright red gate of Shaolin Temple, and he remained at a loss as he handed over the ultimatum.

The tragic cry echoed in Shaoshi Mountain, but it stopped suddenly. Not long after, Yang Yi heard a lot of messy footsteps coming from inside.

Twenty or thirty monks ran to Yang Yi outside the door. Several of them were wearing cassocks. They were obviously monks with considerable status in the Shaolin Temple.

Yang Yi was startled, secretly holding the whistle stick tightly, wondering whether to strike preemptively and swing the stick twice, or to just run away.

The leading monk in cassocks took the nanmu ultimatum from Yang Yi's hand with both hands, opened it and looked at it carefully, and a lot of heads came over with a 'whoosh'.

Yang Yi was a little confused about the situation. "That...I..."

"Uncle Xuandu is really smart, really..." The monk in cassock clasped his hands together and said, "Uncle Xuandu."

At this moment, twenty or thirty people were all talking, and they all joined their hands and bowed.

"See Master Uncle."

"See Uncle Master."

"See Uncle Zeng."

Yang Yi: "..."

"That...I...Lingmen..."

"Hurry, hurry up, hurry up, ask the uncle to see the abbot, hurry up."

Yang Yigen didn't have time to say anything, but he was surrounded by this group of old and young monks, even pulling and hugging him, and trotted all the way into the Shaolin Temple.