Chapter 123: A Small Temple in a Deep Mountain, an Eminent Monk

Chapter 123

When I returned to the game, the surroundings were so dark that I couldn’t see my fingers. After being familiar with the place for a while, I was happy to gradually adapt to the surrounding environment, and I was able to see slightly in the dark.

There were still remnants of the bonfire on the ground, but Yaoshi Wanquan disappeared. "Clattering" a white pigeon suddenly appeared in front of Kaixin, and the sound of thumping suddenly broke the silence around him.

Take down the note and unfold it:

"I have something to do, let's go first!"

The inscription is 'Medical Stone Universal'.

Just after watching it, another carrier pigeon appeared... "Wow!"

Happy for a moment.

It was the same note from the sloppy man, this time the content was richer, it described the battles taking place up and down Songshan Mountain, reminding him to be careful again and again.

Closing the note, I happily took out the map and looked at it. Sure enough, there was only one red dot on the map, and the medicine stone had already gone one mile away!

Putting away the map, he could roughly guess that this guy who couldn't bear the loneliness should have gone to watch the excitement. With his restless temperament, it was indeed difficult for him to stay where he was for a while.

Besides, this kid is the lone ranger who most likes to join in the fun and plays cards the least according to common sense in the legend.

"It's okay to go, you can go there."

With the absence of an empty-handed bandit by his side, he felt a sense of relief when he was happy. He lightened up and took advantage of the night wind to head towards a darker place with ease.

Just shortly after starting to leave.

A group of heavily armed and imposing players galloped from the depths of the woods, and appeared at the place where Kaixin stayed.

"People have left."

One of them looked around and glanced at the map, and said bitterly:

"We're late."

Before the words fell, a loud voice sounded: "Don't rush to draw conclusions, the other party has just gone online, and should leave soon, immediately fly a pigeon to send a letter to the fourth child, and ask him to find a half-immortal and do a divination to calculate the coordinates of the brocade box. As long as you determine the direction, you will find him sooner or later."

When the carrier pigeons flapped their wings and quickly disappeared from the forest, the owner of the loud voice snorted out his nose, not without satisfaction:

"Hmph, I knew it when I heard magpies screaming in my ears early in the morning! I must be lucky today. This time, the thirteen stick monks lost three brocade boxes. The bandit who took the third brocade box was killed... Hehe, this is what our Seventeen Heroes of Yanshan deserve!"

"Big brother is wise!"

Someone said:

"There are no more than one hundred of these tributes left in the entire Jianghu. On the day of the emperor's birthday, the number will definitely be even less. If we can get it, we will definitely be famous in the Jianghu in the future!!"

The loud voice sounded again:

"No if! This brocade box, we must get it!! Okay! Everyone, take a rest at the same place, remember not to start a fire, and to startle the snake. In addition, there are so many people in Songshan now, it's not good for people to stare at them."

The crowd agreed!

soon……

A carrier pigeon broke through the night sky and landed on the man's arm.

Unfolding the branches, the note was quickly crushed in the night wind, and a stern voice sounded:

"Southeast direction! There is only one cliff over there, he can't run away, chase!!"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

With renewed energy, a group of people pierced through the night sky and headed towards the southeast at high speed.

Not long after the group of people left, there was another faint sound of piercing the sky deep in the woods. Two men in black chased after the disappearing figures of the group of people, and appeared in this open space like ghosts, landing silently, with cold and lonely eyes.

"Hey, luck."

"I didn't expect the guy who was hanged by accident to have such a discovery. Let's go, don't startle the snake, and when they lose both sides in the fight, we will clean up the mess."

"Walk!"

With the name of "praying mantis catching cicadas,

With the thought of the oriole behind', the two quickly merged into the boundless night.

...

Happy is not a fairy, so he naturally didn't know that he was being targeted by two groups of people, and he still went his own way, with the wind blowing under his feet, flying towards a certain place in the memory of his previous life, non-stop.

The speed of the master-level "climbing the clouds", combined with Kaixin's understanding of every plant and tree in Songshan's terrain, is like a black panther plundering the plain terrain, unusually vigorous and free and easy.

and.

Because they want to avoid the wandering areas of some high-level beasts, they are happy to change directions all the time. Therefore, although the people behind are determined to be in the southeast direction, they can't keep up with the speed and can't get closer.

The so-called "Seventeen Heroes of Yanshan Mountain" stopped and stopped all the way, and moved slowly on the rugged mountain road. If one accidentally encountered a high-level beast and dared not entangle it, he would either be forced to catch fire or take a detour...

While cursing in a low voice, they don't know that they are getting farther and farther away from happiness!

Gradually.

Happy left the dense forest, slowed down slightly, stomped lightly, basked in the starlight, and appeared in front of a dilapidated and simple temple.

Around the dilapidated small temple are planted a few old trees with countless poses that cannot be named. There is a faint yellow light from the oil lamp, and there is a faint smell of incense in the air. Everything looks so old and far away from the fireworks in the world. .

"Benefactor, please stay."

Walking up to the steps, a Buddha's chant suddenly sounded behind him. He was happy to know without turning his head that the person speaking behind him was a middle-aged gray-robed monk.

Turning around slowly, under the moonlight, the gray-robed monk's shiny head and ring scars are extremely conspicuous, with his hands clasped together and his eyes downcast, his expression is solemn and peaceful:

"This place is a retreat for young monks and apprentices. The almsgiver visits late at night. I don't know what to do."

"Master, don't blame me. I have been sincerely worshiping the Buddha for many years. I went to the mountains late at night on a whim, but lost my way. I found the temple here. I didn't intend to disturb it. I think it was my Buddha's mercy who guided me here so that I would not be buried in the belly of the beast." Happily and respectfully, he saluted and answered in his mouth.

"Amitabha!"

The gray-robed monk smiled and called the Buddha's name:

"My Buddha is merciful and pity the world. Since you are a pilgrim to the mountain, you can stay in the small temple for a night and leave after dawn."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a "ding", and the system prompted:

"Discover the eminent monk in the small temple in the deep mountain, and trigger the task of 'Buddha Ritual'."

"Task requirements, enter the small temple, find a way to enter the back room, listen to the teachings of Master Zhiheng 'Master Xuankong', the task reward, improve your understanding a little."

After receiving this prompt from the system, Kaixin's face suddenly showed a look of relief.

Sure enough, this task can be triggered by anyone who is not a disciple of Shaolin Temple.

He Shi nodded calmly:

"Thank you, Master."

Without saying a word, Zhiheng calmly walked up the steps, stood in front of the temple gate, and made an invitation gesture, so fast that Kaixin couldn't catch the latter's movement track at all.

Even in his previous life, he had never explored the realm of monk Zhiheng's martial arts!

Thinking of this, happy to endure the turmoil in his heart, took a deep breath, took a step calmly, and stepped into the small temple...

hold head high!

With a distant and dull sound, Zhiheng closed the temple gate from the inside, blocking the moonlight from the gate.