Monk Zhixiang left.
Li Wuyou returned to his residence.
The residence arranged by Shaolin Temple for him is not bad.
The front room and the back room.
The furnishings inside are all in place.
And this direction is facing south.
There is nothing blocking the front, it is empty, and the view is not bad.
Behind, it is facing a mountain.
It should be the back mountain that the old monk said.
"There should be a lot of old bald donkeys here, and there is no shortage of Vajra Realm."
Li Wuyou opened the back window and looked into the vast mountains.
"Then, it may be a little troublesome to retrieve the memory of the old monk and the secrets about the fragments of the kingdom of heaven here."
Li Wuyou frowned, and said to himself,
"My current strength is not enough to qualify."
"However, there is no rush."
When his eyes flickered, Li Wuyou smiled again, and said to himself,
"It's only a matter of flicking my finger when I enter the Vajra, and I can control the court, and destroy the Shaolin area."
"The top priority is to get the Jianghu lottery done first."
"By the way, wait until we see the Celestial Gong in the Land of Endless Suffering, and then inquire about some news about the fragments of the kingdom of heaven."
crunch!
Li Wuyou closed the door casually, and then sat cross-legged.
Meditate and rest.
Here, he dared not practice anymore.
This place is close to the back mountain, if someone in the Vajra Realm secretly stared at him and discovered his secret, it would be bad.
For a while, be careful.
…
The back mountain of Shaolin Temple.
A deep hideaway.
To the south is a cliff, hundreds of feet high, as if it had been split open by a knife.
Occasionally, two ancient trees protruded from the cracks in the stone wall.
crooked.
It looks like it's showing its teeth and claws.
And on such a cliff, there is a stone step from below to the top.
The stone steps are not spacious.
Just enough for one person to get through.
It presents an angle of about forty-five degrees, leading to the very top.
On the steps is the figure of monk Zhixiang.
He clasped his hands together, step by step, walking quite slowly.
In fact, with his strength, he can directly cross all the steps in one step.
But he can't.
The deepest part of the steps leads to the oldest and most powerful eminent monk in Shaolin Temple.
Withered glory.
It is the survival of Shaolin two thousand years ago.
To show respect for it.
Anyone going to the top of the cliff has to take one step at a time.
Cannot be omitted.
You can't use the true energy of Buddhism.
About half an hour later.
Monk Zhixiang walked to the top of the cliff, where there was a cave that looked like it was dug out by hand.
The hole is neat.
It was deep and dark inside.
"Master."
Monk Zhixiang bowed at the entrance of the cave, but did not go in, and said in a low voice,
"The head of the Huajian faction mentioned the fragments of the kingdom of heaven today."
This kind of thing matters a lot.
Monk Zhixiang knows the secret of the Heavenly Kingdom Fragment.
In recent years, Shaolin Temple has secretly sent people to search for this thing secretly.
Everything stems from this Kurong Patriarch.
Therefore, he came to report immediately.
"Amitabha."
Inside the cave, there came a hoarse voice, like an old bellows, full of ethereal voice,
"Wait and see."
"yes!"
Monk Zhixiang nodded slightly, didn't ask much, and didn't say much.
After saluting again, he walked down the steps again.
The figure gradually faded away.
In the end, it disappeared into the mountains.
The setting sun also seemed to be pouring down a bit.
Some bright red sunlight shone into the depths along the cave.
The light is long and narrow.
The situation inside the cave was gradually revealed.
Although it was still dim and dim, it was barely able to see clearly what was going on inside.
This is a stone chamber several feet square.
Square and square.
Nothing at all.
There is only one stone platform.
On the stone platform, there is a withered diamond grass.
Saber-toothed leaves withered and yellow.
Even the rhizomes have completely lost moisture, and the scales covering the surface are also shriveled and shriveled.
It must have been dead for a long time.
On the opposite side of this diamond grass.
Below the stone platform.
The position facing away from the hole.
An old monk sat cross-legged.
The light and shadow shone on his back, and some profiles could be seen vaguely.
Weird, eerie.
He, on the left side of his face, has no flesh.
Exposing the thick bones.
Even, some bones of teeth and eye sockets can be seen.
and the skull.
And his neck is completely bone-only, dark white, with some halos shining.
There is no flesh at all, and no blood vessels, meridians, etc.
Like a skeleton.
Or rather, half a skeleton.
However, the profile of his right side is no different from that of ordinary people.
The skin is fair and crystal clear like jade.
Seems like teenagers.
One eye, closed.
It was like falling into a deep sleep.
This is the legend of Shaolin, Ku Rong.
two thousand years ago.
He used to be a sweeping monk in Shaolin Temple.
In the Sutra Pavilion, I have been sweeping the floor for 30 years.
Later, I studied countless Buddhist scriptures and Dharma.
Suddenly one day, he became enlightened and became a Buddha.
It was a matter of course, and it became the most terrifying, the most terrifying, and the most unpredictable Kurong Sutra in Shaolin Temple.
One year old and one dry.
One year old and one day heavy.
Live half a year, die half a year.
One step per year.
Then, it took only a few decades to cultivate from an ordinary monk who was nothing to the Ninth Layer of Vajra.
Become the person of Shaolin Town Temple.
"The fragments of the kingdom of heaven have come out of the rivers and lakes again. Perhaps, it is time for another person to reach the gate of heaven."
Amidst the flickering light and shadow, Monk Kurong made a somewhat hoarse voice.
Then, I opened my eyes.
A faint light flickered in the only remaining eye.
The Kurong Sutra he cultivated is extremely strange.
The previous training was extremely swift and violent.
It takes a few decades for a person to enter the Nine Layers of Vajra, the pinnacle of this world.
However, the last step of cultivation is as difficult as reaching the sky.
He must comprehend the meaning of withered glory in it, and restore the flesh and blood to the flesh that has been completely turned into bones.
Only then is it complete.
Now, two thousand years have passed.
He hid in this cave, devoted himself to comprehension, and watched the vicissitudes of the world change.
Finally got something.
Originally the whole body of a skeleton, now, 90% of it has recovered its flesh and blood.
Only half of the face remained.
Soon, you will be able to fully recover.
"With great success, this old monk will also have the strength to open the gate of heaven."
"Two thousand years."
"I can finally go to heaven and serve the real Buddha."
Monk Kurong muttered to himself, and there was an unconcealable smile on this half of his face.
Even mania.
During the two thousand years of enlightenment, he saw several people open the gate of heaven.
People of endless suffering.
People of Huajian School.
Even casual cultivators in the rivers and lakes.
Shaolin Temple also produced an arhat.
They go to heaven.
Attract the attention of the world!
Ku Rong looked at them one by one, already impatient.
Now, it is finally time for another piece of heaven to reappear.
Reappear in the world.
The gates of heaven will open.
And this time, his Kurong Sutra is finally about to be completed.
Just, must, must, must not be missed.
"I don't know, who is it, who wants to make monk clothes for this old monk."
boom!
His voice gradually fell, and then dissipated in the cave.
The next moment.
A strange and vast spiritual power surged out of this cave.
Then, like a wave.
He rushed to the place where the disciples of the Huajian School lived.