It was already three o'clock in the morning, the wind was chilling to the bone, and now it was actually snowing in the sky.
The first snow was like rain, with snow particles the size of rice grains, rapid and dense. Under normal circumstances, the weather that first drops this kind of snow particles is often heavy snow days that last for several days.
Ding Xiaodao had walked out of the tower forest and walked around the back mountain. At this time, he was lying on the eaves of the roof of the Ksitigarbha Hall. The black fur on his body was covered with snow particles.
There was a large and empty courtyard in front of him, and he could already see the light coming from the abbot's room in the distance. If he lurked and jumped over the Puxian Hall in front, he would be close to the abbot's room. But he knew that the closer he got, the easier it would be to be discovered, so he never dared to make any sound with his feet. He lay down, listened carefully for no movement around him, and then moved forward a little.
Ding Xiaodao performed his extremely light kung fu and landed lightly on the eaves of Puxian Hall like a bat, about to continue crawling forward. Suddenly I heard someone say under the eaves: "Amitabha! I wonder why the donor came into my Shaolin in the middle of the night? Please come down and see me."
The voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty and could not be refused.
Ding Xiaodao sighed, feeling no more luck, and straightened up. As soon as he stood on the top of the eaves, His Highness had already lit up the lantern. I saw an old monk with white beard and eyebrows already standing in the courtyard, clasping his hands together and looking up at where Ding Xiaodao was hiding.
With the light skill of Ding Xiaodao, if he spreads his body skills at this time, he will be able to escape completely. But it would inevitably cause the Shaolin monks to chase him, and he did not want to be chased like a wild dog.
Ding Xiaodao jumped up and landed lightly in the courtyard, two feet away from the old monk.
Ding Xiaodao's figure was firm, and he found that there were two more people behind him, and they landed almost at the same time as him. He looked back and saw that the two monks were about the same age as the old monk he spoke to before. All three of them wore gray robes and had white beards and eyebrows.
The three great monks.
Ding Xiaodao smiled bitterly. He was so lucky. As soon as he came, he met the three great monks who were the most popular in the martial arts world.
The three of them have formed a tripartite force, surrounding Ding Xiaodao.
There were already several young monks standing in the courtyard holding lanterns. Although it was not bright as day, the scenery inside the courtyard was clearly visible.
Ding Xiaodao reached out to take off the black scarf and put it into his arms, clasped his fists and looked around, smiling: "I can't sleep at night. I have heard for a long time that the night view of Shaolin is unique in the world. I am so excited that I disturbed everyone's dreams. I am really sorry! "
In the middle of the night, he broke into Shaolin at night, covered his face with a black scarf, and was found to be able to talk. Ding Xiaodao didn't even blush, and even he began to admire himself a little.
Of course, others would definitely not believe his nonsense.
"The donor was able to break into the Samantabhadra Hall before being discovered. It seems that he is not only first-rate in Qinggong, but also first-rate in courage. There are always young people in the world who covet my Shaolin Buddhist scriptures, but our Shaolin is not a place for you to act arbitrarily! "The person speaking was the person on the left behind Ding Xiaodao. I saw that his beard and eyebrows were spread out, his voice was like thunder, and he was not angry but powerful.
Ding Xiaodao turned around and glanced at him, and said with a smile: "I have long heard that Master Kongwen, one of the three great monks, is as fierce as fire. Today, when I see him, he is indeed well-deserved. If I say that he was actually led up the mountain by someone else, Master Kongwen will probably not think so. I believe it, but I really have no intention of coveting the Shaolin Buddhist Scriptures."
"I am Kong Wen, the benefactor has good eyesight. I wonder who led the benefactor up the mountain?" Master Kongwen glared at Ding Xiaodao.
"I don't know!" Ding Xiaodao smiled bitterly.
"Where are the others?" Master Kongwen said angrily.
"I don't know!" Ding Xiaodao started to sigh. No one would believe what he said, not even himself, but what he said was true.
Unfortunately, sometimes the truth is harder to believe.
Master Kongwen laughed angrily and said sternly: "Is the donor trying to amuse the poor monk? He must be confident that his martial arts are good. Come on, come on, please take action. I want to learn from you."
This Master Kong Wen is really as fierce as fire. If he hadn't been concerned about his identity, he would have taken action long ago. After all, the other party is only a young man in his twenties, but he is a world-famous Shaolin monk. If he strikes first, he is afraid that the martial arts people will say that he bullies the small.
"Amitabha!"
I saw the old monk who had never spoken, clasping his hands together, and chanting the name of the Buddha: "Excellent, poor monk Kongzhi, the old monk saw that there was no hostility in the donor, and what he said may not be false. If it is true, he covets the Shaolin Buddhist scriptures, the great master There is no need to take a detour through the back mountain, the donor should have come here to collect the books."
Master Kongzhi's voice and appearance remained unchanged, and his treasure appearance was solemn. He hit the nail on the head, and Ding Xiaodao could no longer refute.
Ding Xiaodao would not refute. He was still full of awe for this Shaolin monk. I saw him also clasping his hands together, lowering his head and saying: "Master's warning!"
Kong Wen said angrily: "In two days, it will be the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and all the martial arts heroes will gather in the Grand Hall. We will announce the contents of the letter. What do you want to do when you enter the temple in the middle of the night? Could it be that the Qinglonghui thieves came to steal the letter? ?”
Ding Xiaodao smiled bitterly. He could only smile bitterly because he could not prove that he was not a member of the Qinglong Society.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier, and a thin layer has been spread on the ground.
It seems that a fierce battle is about to break out.
At the same time, the abbot was indoors.
The head abbot, Master Qingxuan, is playing chess with someone.
Master Qingxuan is nearly sixty years old, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and is slightly thin. At this moment, he held the white piece in his hand and thought for a while.
Opposite him is a man in rich clothes, wearing a white ermine, and a golden crown on his head. This man looked to be over fifty years old. He had a beard on his chin and was calm and intimidating. At first glance, he looked like someone who was used to giving orders.
He slowly took a sip of the fragrant tea and said with a smile: "Master, you are so determined. Even if there is an enemy invasion in the back mountain, you can still stand still. I admire you!"
It turned out that a monk had just come to report the situation in the back mountain.
Master Qingxuan's food caught the white child lightly with two fingers, and one of the children fell into the enemy's place where he had to rescue him. Without moving his eyebrows, he said calmly: "There are three uncles here, so it doesn't matter."
The man in Jinyi put his hands on his hands and laughed and said: "Good chess! Good chess! The master's chess skills are getting better and better. It seems that I lose tonight, because I am really curious about the person who dares to break into the Shaolin forbidden area at night."
Master Qingxuan smiled and said: "Amitabha, the player should not change his expression even if Mount Tai collapses in front of him. Master Nangong, you are in trouble."
He stood up slowly, clasped his hands together, and said: "The donor has become curious, and it will be difficult to calm down. If you continue to make moves, you can't win, and neither can the poor monk. Why don't you go and have a look, in order to calm your mind." .”
Nangong Yu laughed.
Although Ding Xiaodao could not prove himself, he could never admit that he was a member of the Qinglong Society.
At this time, he saw a few more people coming. Two young novice monks held lanterns in front of them, and four people came slowly behind them. They stopped three feet away and lined up.
One of them was a monk wearing cassocks and a thin face. Although he looked kind and kind-hearted, he had a solemn face. He must be the abbot of Shaolin, Master Qingxuan.
The slightly fat man standing on the left side of Master Qingxuan, with a splendid look on his face, should be the Master of Nangong Village mentioned by the two young monks Zhenyan Zhenhui.
On the right side of Master Qingxuan stood two people, dressed in gray monk robes with conspicuous scars on their heads. The two were about the same age, both in their thirties and forties.
Although Ding Xiaodao was surrounded by heavy siege, his expression did not change. He smiled and said: "If I wanted to steal the letter, how could I come here alone? Who in the world can escape unscathed from the hands of the three great Shaolin monks? Why should I commit suicide? I’m asking for trouble.”
Master Qingxuan clasped his hands together and softly announced the name of the Buddha: "Amitabha! Shaolin is a pure place for Buddhism. There must be a reason why the donor sneaked in in the middle of the night. The poor monk is willing to hear the details." This master Qingxuan is really very advanced. At this time, he is still Able to remain calm and not angry at all.
Ding Xiaodao glanced at the man in brocade clothes beside Master Qingxuan. He wanted to say that I was going to find out what kind of medicine was sold in this Nangong Jade Gourd. By the way, I told you that the Qinglong Society had planned to seize the letter. But when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them again. He knew that the more explanations he gave at this time, the more confusion he would get.
"There are rumors in the world that the three great monks of Shaolin worked together to create a formation called Tiangang to Conquer Demons. No one in the world can break out of it. I just want to test whether the rumors are false!" Ding Xiaodao smiled, but felt bitter in his heart. Out of the water.
