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- Monk Zhixiang left.
Li Wuyou returned to his residence.
The residence arranged by Shaolin Temple for him is not bad.
The front hall and the back room.
The furnishings inside are also all available.
And this direction is facing south.
There is nothing blocking the front, it is open and the view is good.
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 in here, and there is no shortage of Vajra Realm."
Li Wuyou opened the back window and looked into the vast mountains.
"Then, it might be a bit troublesome to retrieve the old monk's memory 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 fingers when I enter the Vajra, and I can control the court and destroy the Shaolin area."
"The top priority is to get the Jianghu jackpot deal 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 dare not practice anymore.
Here is close to the back mountain, if someone in the Vajra Realm secretly stares at him and discovers his secret, that would be bad.
For a while, be careful
The mountain behind Shaolin Temple.
A very deep hermitage.
To the south is a cliff, hundreds of feet high, as if it was split open by someone with a knife.
Occasionally, two ancient trees protruded from the gaps in the stone walls.
crooked crooked.
It looks like a bit of a show of 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 pass.
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, taking one step at a time, 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 monk in Shaolin Temple.
Kurong.
It is the survival of Shaolin two thousand years ago.
In order to show respect for it.
Anyone who goes to the top of the cliff has to take one step at a time.
Cannot be omitted.
Nor can you use the true energy of Buddhism.
After about half an hour.
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 is of great importance.
Monk Zhixiang knows the secret of the Heavenly Kingdom Fragment.
Over the 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 Buddha."
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 he saluted again, he walked down the steps again.
The figure gradually faded away.
In the end, it disappeared between the mountains and fields.
The setting sun also seemed to be pouring down.
Some bright red sunlight shone into the depths along the cave.
The light is long and narrow.
caveThe situation inside is gradually revealed.
Although it was still dim and dim, it was barely able to see the situation inside clearly.
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.
The saber-toothed leaves are withered and yellow.
Even the rhizomes have completely lost moisture, and the scales covering the surface are also shriveled and shrunk.
It should have been dead for a long time.
On the opposite side of the 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, the left side of his face, has no flesh.
Expose the dense bones of the dead.
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 there are no blood vessels, meridians, etc.
Like a skeleton.
In other words, it is half a skeleton.
However, his profile on the right side is no different from ordinary people.
The skin is fair and crystal clear like jade.
It seems to be a young man in his teens.
One eye, closed.
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 he cultivated into the most terrifying, terrifying, and 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 a member of the Shaolin Town Temple.
"Pieces of the kingdom of heaven, come out of the rivers and lakes again, perhaps, it's time for another person to ascend to the gate of heaven."
Amid the flickering light and shadow, Monk Kurong made a somewhat hoarse voice.
Then, I opened my eyes.
In the only remaining eye, a faint light flickered.
The Kurong Sutra he cultivated is extremely strange.
The previous cultivation was extremely swift and violent.
In decades, a person can 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 profound meaning of withered glory, and restore the flesh and blood to the flesh that has been completely turned into bones.
Only then is it complete.
Today, two thousand years have passed.
He hid in this cave, devoted himself to enlightenment, 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 remains.
Soon, he will be able to fully recover.
"With great prosperity, I will 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 fanaticism.
During the two thousand years of enlightenment, he saw several people open the gate of heaven.
People of endless suffering.
People from the 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, and couldn't bear it any longer.
Now, finally, another fragment of the kingdom of heaven reappeared.
Reappear in the world.
The gate of heaven will open.
And this time, his Kurong Sutra is finally about to be completed.
Just, definitely, must, not to 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 rushed out of this cave.
Then, like a wave.
rushed to the place where the disciples of the Huajian School lived. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?? is about to be completed.
Just, definitely, must, not to 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 rushed out of this cave.
Then, like a wave.
rushed to the place where the disciples of the Huajian School lived. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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