Ding Xiaodao was very upset, but he had no choice but to return in frustration.
I had just chased him all the way down, and unknowingly I had chased him five or six miles away. Not far away, I could vaguely see the road up to Shaoshi Mountain.
While Ding Xiaodao was looking at it, he suddenly heard two birdsong from the mountainside, like a nightingale. "How can there be birds singing on such a cold night? Could it be that the man in black was trying to lure me?" Ding Xiaodao thought. Without any time to think, Ding Xiaodao took a sharp breath, flew up, and flew towards the mountainside.
It was the second watch, the cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it looked like it was going to snow.
"Who is this man in black? Is he Sikong Zhaiyue again? Judging from his figure, he doesn't look like it. He deliberately lured me out this time but avoided meeting me. When I was about to return without success, he revealed his hidden form again. , look at the direction, this guy is going to lure me to explore Shaolin at night." Ding Xiaodao thought in his heart. The strength under his feet has not diminished at all. In no time, we have reached the mountainside.
There were no birdsong, no man in black, and everything was silent.
The mountainside is where the forest is deep and the trees are dense. There were still rocks to use when climbing up the mountain, but now the road has ended. In front of us are patches of green pines and cypresses, some of which are several feet high. In the darkness of the night, it looks as if there are vicious yakshas waiting to choose someone to devour.
It was midnight at this time, and if we entered the forest, we might not even be able to find our way.
Ding Xiaodao thought for a moment, then suddenly stood up, his body leaping more than three feet, and when he was almost exhausted, he tapped his feet lightly on a horizontal branch. It jumped up another foot or two, and then landed gently on the branches at the top of the tree crown.
I saw faint lights on the mountain col on the right. He immediately spread out his body and flew away close to the treetops.
Shaolin Temple faces south. Ding Xiaodao had previously gone up the mountain from the right side of the mountain gate. This time he entered the temple from the forest on Dangyang Slope and happened to pass through the pagoda forest for the first time.
The pagoda forest is located at the foot of the mountain about 100 feet west of the Shaolin Temple. It is the cemetery built by Shaolin monks after their death. There are body bone tower and robe tower. There are stone towers and brick towers, ranging from one to seven levels. There are many kinds of shapes, ranging from one to two hundred large and small.
In the night, there are occasional sounds of chanting sutras and wooden fish, making it even more solemn and solemn.
Tallinn has always been a forbidden area of Shaolin.
Ding Xiaodao lay in the dark, holding his breath and concentrating, listening carefully. If there is anyone lurking within a radius of twenty feet, he will not be able to escape his ears. But he found nothing. Did the man in black enter the temple first, or did he retreat after leading him up? Ding Xiaodao smiled bitterly. It was unclear what the man in black's intention was in bringing him up. Don’t think about problems that you can’t figure out, and make peace with them as they come.
Ding Xiaodao found that his ability to comfort himself was getting better and better. It was so cold and freezing that it was so comfortable to lie in bed and sleep, but he had to come out to suffer.
He clearly felt that he had been deceived, yet he still pretended to be nonchalant. As the saying goes, suffering a loss is a blessing, but if there is too much of this kind of blessing, it will be difficult to bear.
He decided that he would need less of this blessing in the future.
Breaking into the Shaolin forbidden area in the middle of the night, it would not be a good idea to meet the three great monks. Ding Xiaodao took out a black scarf from his arms and covered his face, revealing only a pair of big and bright eyes. With the help of his feet, he used the force of his feet to throw a swallow into the forest. Then he changed his body in the air and used a swallow to catch the water three times, landing lightly on the top of a tower.
This is a three-story dense-eaves brick tower with five overlapping eaves and a beautiful shape. The back wall of the tower is inlaid with stone tablets, with inscriptions and calligraphy tablets vaguely visible.
Ding Xiaodao is lying on the eaves of the back wall of the tower, blending into the night.
After a while, he was sure that there was no one around, and then quickly reached the eaves of the next tower.
Although Ding Xiaodao had been to other temples, he had never been to Shaolin. He did not know where the letter would be hidden, and he never thought that the Shaolin Temple would be so large. So he could only go to a place with lights. At this time, he could already see Longhu Ridge behind Tallinn. To his right is the Main Hall to the back, and beyond is the Heavenly King's Hall to the mountain gate. To the front is the Sutra Pavilion, and behind the Sutra Pavilion there should be the abbot's room.
The place with lights is the area around the abbot's room.
With such an important event happening in Shaolin, Abbot Master Qingxuan should not be able to sleep. Ding Xiaodao thought.
Ding Xiaodao has jumped to the ground. He knows that the slightest sound of wind in his clothes can reveal his identity. After all, Shaolin Temple is a holy place respected by everyone in the world of martial arts. He does not dare to be too confident. He shuttled through the tower forest like a civet cat, never making a sound under his feet. Seeing that he was almost out of the pagoda forest, he suddenly heard someone walking on the path connecting the end of the pagoda forest and the temple.
Ding Xiaodao took a breath and stood up lightly. As soon as his hands touched the eaves of the tower, his body turned over and silently fell on the eaves of the tower.
I saw two monks walking towards Tallinn each carrying a lantern. Walk and talk.
The monk walking in front said: "Brother Zhenhui, who do you think that person is? He was playing chess with the abbot in the middle of the night. The abbot has been very tired these days." His words were filled with indignation. The voice was full of childishness, he must be a young monk of thirteen or fourteen years old.
The monk walking behind replied: "Oh, who can say otherwise? I heard from Uncle Jingxuan that that person is the owner of Jinxiu Villa of Nangong Family. He has not been out of the world for many years. This time, the head abbot issued a martial arts poster to invite him. The heroes from all over the world came to Shaolin to discuss the big plan, and he came here reluctantly."
The monk in front was still dissatisfied and muttered: "The conference is on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and there are still two days left. I must have tasted the good tea prepared by the abbot, and I couldn't bear to leave after drinking it..."
"Junior brother Zhenyan, please keep your voice down. Master will punish you if he hears you being disrespectful to the guests." The monk from behind, who was called Zhenhui, hissed. "I heard that Master Nangong was a close friend of Master before he became a monk. Even the abbot visited Jinxiu Villa as a guest when he traveled around the world."
The monk named Zhenyan was speechless and begged in a low voice: "My dear, luckily no one heard me. Brother Zhenhui, please don't tell the uncle and our master in the Discipline Academy..."
"Okay, okay, let's go quickly. After the patrol, we can go back to bed. Who cares about you?" Zhenhui seemed to treat the little junior brother well, and her tone was full of doting.
The two of them talked and laughed all the way, and gradually drifted away.
Ding Xiaodao secretly thought, Master Nangong? Could it be Nangong Yu!
I heard that this old boy has been staying in the village to refine elixirs. Why are you interested in traveling all the way to Shaolin? From what he heard, Nangong Yu was an old friend of the masters of these two monks, and an old acquaintance of Master Qingxuan, the abbot. Could it be that they were just drinking tea and playing chess in the middle of the night. Ding Xiaodao couldn't help but become curious and decided to go and find out.
The place where Zhenyan Zhenhui came out just now was brighter than other places. It seemed that it should be a place like the Sutra Collection Pavilion. There must be people guarding it day and night. He didn't want to be regarded as a thief who stole sutras.
Ding Xiaodao decided to take a detour and enter through the back mountain.
