Lu Qingyun was trapped in the cave, eating whitebait leisurely. Lu Yi was carried by the old monk and rushed to Shaolin.

In these days, Lu Yi also learned the old monk's name, Fazhen, from his chattering mouth.

And Lu Yi is also sure of one thing, that is, the old monk Fazhen is really a talkative person. I don’t know if it is because he has been in Shaolin for a long time and is too lonely, or it is something else.

Tang Sanzang in Journey to the West is even better than Tang Sanzang.

What depressed Lu Yi the most was that the old monk gave himself a nickname, Xiao Hei.

While capturing Lu Yi and rushing to Shaolin, the old monk Fazhen, who was running and jumping, introduced himself to Lu Yi: "Little thing, my name is Fazhen, Fazhen Fa, Fazhen

Really. Seeing how shady you are, I’ll just call you Xiao Hei!”

When Lu Yi heard the nickname given to him by the old monk, Lu Yi's blood suddenly surged to the point where he almost vomited three liters of blood and fainted.

Especially at noon that day, the old monk hunted a wild boar for himself and lit a fire to roast it.

After it was cooked, the old monk immediately chopped the wild boar into large pieces and ate three-quarters of it. Only then did the old monk realize that Lu Yi had not eaten it. Looking at the stunned Lu Yi, the old monk laughed.

, immediately threw the last piece of pork leg in his hand to Lu Yi, laughed sheepishly, and then said:

"I need it for martial arts practice. I need it for martial arts practice. Although I'm not full yet, since you haven't eaten, I'll give it to you."

Hearing the old monk's words, Lu Yi rolled his eyes, but he thought in disbelief: Practicing martial arts will make you a loser.

After taking the pork leg, Lu Yi started eating.

But after just a few bites, the old monk started chattering endlessly. This made Lu Yi realize for the first time in his life how Sun Wukong felt when he faced Tang Sanzang.

"Xiao Hei, if you said you were hungry, then you were hungry. If you didn't say you were hungry, how would I know? I didn't know you were hungry, so how could I get you something to eat? I didn't give you anything.

Eat, you should be hungry again. If you are hungry, you will hate me. If you hate me, from the bottom of my heart..."

There was no other way, so Lu Yi had no choice but to shrink his head and cover his ears with his wings, trying to block out the old monk's chattering voice.

Seeing Lu Yi's humane actions, old monk Fazhen was immediately stunned and stopped his saliva from spewing out.

"Can you understand human speech?"

Immediately, the old monk reacted and asked immediately.

Lu Yi nodded and ignored him, concentrating on enjoying the food in front of him. Not to mention, the old monk was very good at cooking, and the roasted food was fragrant and delicious when eaten.

"Heaven, earth! Buddha has appeared! I actually caught a psychic bird, hahaha..."

Seeing Lu Yi nod, the old monk immediately shouted, showing off his master's demeanor, and was immediately thrown into Java.

"Hey, when we go back, this old monk will be jealous to death if he doesn't see the Dharma come true."

Fazhen, who had calmed down, stood there alone and chuckled to himself, thinking about returning to Shaolin and making his brothers jealous to death. The excited Fazhen couldn't help but say something from time to time.

Looking at Fazhen who was smiling secretly, Lu Yi couldn't help but shudder and thought to himself: Doesn't this old monk want to show off himself?

Although Lu Yi's guess was not correct, it was still close to ten. The old monk had this idea.

After that, knowing that Lu Yi could understand human speech, the old monk started chatting with Lu Yi all the way.

Although it was a chat, it was just the old monk talking alone, and Lu Yi occasionally nodded his head, which was considered a matter of course.

In this atmosphere, Lu Yi lived like a year every day, wishing he could reach Shaolin as soon as possible.

Finally, with Lu Yi's longing for the future, Shaolin was right around the corner.

Looking at the majestic Songshan Mountain, Lu Yi's heart was filled with excitement. He couldn't help but secretly sighed: What a Songshan Mountain, what a Shaolin!

I saw dense jungle, vertical mountains, surrounded by five breasts and strange peaks. A young room with spring fragrance, surrounded by green fog and clouds. Zen temples, treasures from past dynasties, are still there. The scenic scenery is quiet and mysterious, and the light black is enchanting.

The pines, the bamboos, and the wind are still young. They show off their titles and have exquisite martial arts skills. In the hinterland of the Central Plains, thanks to the preaching of Bodhidharma, Kung Fu skills gradually created the pride of Kyushu. They promoted Buddhism, practiced hundreds of refinements, and prospered the ancient temples.

The old monk looked at Shaolin in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia and timidity in his heart. His eyes were a little moist. He even murmured in his mouth: "I have been traveling all over the country for three years. I don't know, brothers.

Anhao, Fa is really ashamed."

After Fazhen calmed down, he took Lu Yi up.

Following the old monk, he passed through the mountain gate, Tianwang Hall, and arrived at the Main Hall of Shaolin Temple.

Looking at the tall and majestic Buddha statue, with its dignified demeanor and extraordinary majesty, it gives people a faint sense of human oppression. After seeing it, I can't help but bow down and kowtow to the Buddha.

Lu Yi resisted the urge to bow down to him, and thought wildly in his heart: "I call myself a Taoist, so we can't embarrass me."

The old monk put his hands together, bowed, and then led Lu Yi through the side door to a separate courtyard.

Different from the noisy Buddhist temple, the other courtyard here is not open to tourists, but it seems a bit clean, as if isolated from the world of mortals. On the other side of the wall, there are three thousand mortal noises. On this side of the wall, there are six pure and inactive

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"Fazhen, are you back?"

Hearing the commotion, a hut in another courtyard creaked and was pushed open. An old monk walked out with a kind face and a long beard, giving the impression that he was about to die. But his face was rosy.

Abnormally, the skin is as good as that of a baby, not like an old man at all.

After seeing Fa Zhen, the monk said lightly, just like a normal greeting.

"Well, I'm back."

Fazhen replied calmly, but the look in his eyes seemed very excited, betraying his calm tone.

"It seems you are still the same person, you haven't changed at all."

The monk looked into Fazhen's eyes and still said calmly.

"Hehe, senior brother is really good, you can see it right away."

Fazhen scratched his head and said sheepishly like a child in front of the monk.
Chapter completed!