Yang Yi put on his makeup and put on the human skin mask. He did this to sneak into Shaolin Temple to read their collection of books for two years by taking advantage of the opportunity to send the monk Lingxiu back.

Shaolin Temple has a history of more than 500 years. It was built by Emperor Xiaowen of the Northern Wei Dynasty. Is Shaolin the oldest in the Central Plains? It is not the largest temple, but it is not as old as it is. For example, Luoyang Baima Temple, which is larger than it.

It is not as old as it is, such as the Daxiangguo Temple of Bianliang.

Shaolin Temple is not the most profound Buddhist teachings, but it is the most profound Buddhist temples that study martial arts the most profound.

From the ancestor of Bodhidharma to the abbot of Tanzong leading the thirteen-stick monk to save Li Shimin, and now leading the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty, Shaolin Temple has a long history in martial arts.

Not only that, because of the political status from its establishment to its prosperity and its influence among the people in history, Shaolin Temple has a comprehensive foundation that is incomparable to other temples, so its Sutra Pavilion has a lot of books and volumes.

Most of them are second only to the Zhaowenguan in the Song Dynasty.

Moreover, because the Shaolin Temple's dual practice of Buddhism and martial arts is very complicated, the collection of books in the Sutra Library is not limited to Buddhist scriptures, but is all-encompassing and a comprehensive library.

So Yang Yi, who suddenly fell in love with reading books, regarded the Shaolin Temple Sutra Library as the first goal to return to the Central Plains. It was very reasonable. The second goal was Zhaowenguan.

But Shaolin Temple is different from the temples in India, Sanfoqi, Khmer and Champa before. It is impossible for idle people to go in, and they cannot buy it with money, and it is even more impossible to rely on martial arts to get in.

The monks in the Shaolin Temple Dharma Academy are all great martial artists. Not only are there many people, but none of them are easy to mess with. Yang Yi doesn't have to be humble and knows that he may not be able to beat him.

Yang Yi has been in this world for 450 years and has been practicing martial arts hard and hard for more than 400 years, which makes him undoubtedly a first-class martial artist. But he has seen too many of them in these 400 years.

He is a martial arts genius, and he knows deeply that he is just a master who has accumulated time.

Let me put it this way, if the martial arts strength is divided into level 10, Yang Yi should be between level 8 and level 9, and because of his talent, this is almost his limit.

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

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There is no need to think about it. Shaolin Temple, which is now a martial arts master of Central Plains, must have a greater martial artist than Yang Yi, and there are probably several. After living for more than four hundred years, there is still a self-knowledge that is neither humble nor arrogant.

When the boat was on the sea, he thought of a solution, so as soon as he got ashore in Hangzhou, sheep shaved her hair and bought a monk's robe, and even his weapons were replaced with whistle sticks. In fact, he bought the monk's robe, from a Lingyin

The big monk with beautiful eyes and beautiful eyes slashed his body and threw it to him two corners of silver.

The big monk was almost scared to death, and he definitely thought it wrong at the beginning.

Yang planned to say that he was a good monk friend of the monk Lingxiu in Juelin Temple in Zhanpo Kingdom, and his Dharma name was Jesus. He said that Lingxiu passed away and asked him to send the relics back to Shaolin Temple and hand them over to his junior brother Lingmen Monk. Then the old monk was so old

Isn’t it unreasonable to let me go back immediately after running so far? I have heard of the profound Buddhist teachings of Shaolin Temple for a long time. Can I let me hold a list here for two years?

Yang Yi felt that this plan would definitely work.

As for the scars on his head, Yang Yi didn't really burn six. He once learned a lot of practical techniques with his senior brother Lao Zhangtou, who is proficient in the evil ways of the world, such as drawing scars that are fake and real on his body.

Then he took out the human skin mask that Li Xiaoyao gave him and put the old one on. The thin face of the cicada's wings is really a skillful thing, and I don't know how the Bai Miao people made it. They covered their faces.

There is almost no discomfort, not only breathable, but also does not affect the expression at all. As long as you don't perform too much.

Wearing a mask, Yang Yi turned into a traveling monk with an old face with a tiger back and a bear-back and a bear-back face. He was at least eighty years old only when he looked at his face. Of course, if you want to say ninety or one hundred, it would be no different, after all, the white beard was already

It's so sparse.

After returning to Bianliang, Yang Yi sold his horse in front of the gate of Daxiangguo Temple. He spent another three days walking around outside the city. He was familiar with it and walked with his hunched back and whistle stick as a crutch.

Feelings.

There are many kind-hearted people outside Bianliang City.

"Master, what's your business?"

"It's okay, I'll walk around."

Three days later, the old monk Yang Yi, who was a pseudonym Jesus, walked into the Shaolin Temple in Songshan tremblingly and came to Shaolin Temple.

On the steps outside the gate of Dahong Temple, a gray-clothed monk was standing there bored with a big broom in his nest and was standing there to pick his nose. He saw the old sheep slowly coming to the door with his bag on his back, perhaps because he was here.

There have always been many visitors to visit Shaolin Temple. The big temple has the reserve of the big temple, so he did not take the initiative to take care of Yang Yi.

The little monk was a little disgusted with the concentration of his nose. But he had been around the world for four hundred years and knew that the King of Hell was hard to deal with when he saw the little ghost. He was the guard at the door wherever he went.

Yang Yi deliberately slowed down his movements, took off the burden from behind, and then took out the certificate of Lingxiu monk Yang Wulang from it, and handed it to the monk with the grace that an old monk in his eighties should have.

"Little monk, go and inform the monk Lingsect and say that his senior brother Lingxiu is back."

In an instant, the little monk shuddered as if he was struck by lightning, all his facial features were twisted, and then he looked at Yang Yi in fear, freezing.

Sheep 1: "…"

Condensing in the fixed grid.

Ten breaths passed, and the sheep shook the certificate in his hand. "Xiaohe..."

"Ah—~~~..." The little monk let out a tragic cry, then threw down the broom, ran towards the temple without looking back, shouting heart-wrenchingly while running.

"Go and tell the abbot that the monk Lingxiu is back. Master Lingxiu is back, the abbot—"

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

The tragic call echoed in the Shaoshi Mountains, but it stopped abruptly. Soon, Yang heard a lot of messy footsteps coming from it.

Twenty or thirty monks ran to Yang Yi outside the door, and several of them were wearing cassocks, obviously they were monks of considerable status in Shaolin Temple.

Yang Yi was startled and secretly held the whistle stick, thinking about whether to take the initiative to swing two sticks or run away directly.

The leading monk Kasumi took the Nanmu Decree from Yang Yi's hand with both hands, opened it and looked at it carefully, and a lot of heads came over.

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

"It's really Master Lingxiu, really..." The monk Kasha clasped his hands together: "Xuandu meets Master Xuandu."

At this moment, twenty or thirty people talked and bowed together.

"See Master."

"See Master."

"See Master Zeng."

Sheep 1: "…"

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

"Hurry, hurry up, hurry up, please go to see the abbot, hurry up."
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