Shaolin monk

Ling Duoduo roughly told Zhizhi and others what he had experienced in the past few months, and also reported the death of three fellow Shaolin disciples. The elders recited the "Great Mercy and Great Compassion Mantra" three times with great grief. They passed away in reincarnation, and many Shaolin disciples who were familiar with the murdered disciples also bowed their heads and wiped their tears.

The atmosphere was a bit too bleak, Zhizhi sighed, "It is very gratifying that you guys were able to bring back Senior Brother Zhi safely, let alone transporting the scriptures smoothly - we are considered safe here Settle down, Sanli, you can rest assured to sleep peacefully tonight."

Ling Duoduo saw that his eyes were cast on his face when he was talking, so he couldn't help reaching out to touch it, and asked Fang Shiyu sideways, "Are my dark circles and eye bags serious?"

Why do you feel sorry for him for not sleeping for a few days in Zhizhi's words?Iron man also has tenderness, although intelligence is kind, Ling Duoduo also feels that he is a little bit unbearable.

In fact, it's not that he hasn't slept for a few days. It's certain that he doesn't sleep well, but he sleeps a lot of hours every day. It's just that he is depressed and the effect is not good. The dark circles under his eyes are particularly serious.

Fang Shiyu moved closer to his face and stared at him for three seconds, then said with a smile, "That's right, among so many people, except for me, you are the one with the thickest dark circles."

Ling Duoduo gave him a blank look with a smile, looked left and right, but couldn't find the shadow of Hong Xiguan, Hu Huiqian and Mrs. Wumei, and asked suspiciously, "Where are the three of them, Mrs. Xiguan and Xiguan Wing Chun?" Listening to Zhizhi just said If it is true, it should be true that there was no attack along the way, so why did Hao Duan Duan lose three people?

Miao Xian continued: "We were still discussing how to restrain Baimei's Hunyuan boy kung fu this morning, and I suggested that Baimei's kung fu comes from Shaolin. He knows exactly what Shaolin has. , unless you use some weird tricks, you might still have a chance of winning!"

These words are very reasonable, Ling Duoduo nodded in agreement, and thoughtfully said: "If it is a strange move, Wing Chun came up with many wonderful martial arts moves when he lived in the Plum Blossom Resort. If we can make a breakthrough from her, it must be effective."

He was able to quickly guess Yan Wing Chun's head, and a large part of the reason was because of Yan Wing Chun's very unreasonable creative ability. It is estimated that such a wonderful setting by the screenwriter could not be given for nothing, and must be used here.

Miao Xian slapped his hands again: "That's right, Senior Sister Wumei came up with you. She said that the Wing Chun boxing created by Wing Chun is changeable, flowing, soft and hard, and elusive. It is similar to the style of Shaolin martial arts. The number of ways is completely different, using it to attack Baimei can have a surprising effect!"

Wing Chun is a boxing method created by Yan Yongchun a few months ago. Although it looks very exquisite, it is not enough to be compared with the real Wing Chun that has been passed down in later generations, and there is a lot of room for improvement.

Ling Duoduo blinked his eyes: "Wing Chun is very malleable. Could it be that Shitai took the two of them to reform and improve martial arts moves? Why not let Xiguan and Shiyu stay here, in case Wudang comes to the door , can there be a caretaker?"

It seems a very reasonable explanation for Wumei to take the two of them out to devote themselves to practice, but the improved Wing Chun boxing can just take Yan Yongchun away, why should Hong Xiguan be brought along?At this juncture, no matter how affectionate the young couple are, they shouldn't be so grumpy.

This question was answered by Fang Shiyu, and he said: "Master Wumei said that since Wing Chun is a good way to restrain white eyebrows, let Xiguan practice it--I also practiced the previous moves, but I feel that it is a good way to control white eyebrows. No, I gave up."

Ling Duoduo was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and said helplessly: "Wing Chun is a martial art suitable for women, and Xiguan uses the most rigid and fierce methods, how can he practice?" Of course, Wing Chun of later generations is not only suitable for women. Women practice martial arts, but now this version of Wing Chun is more suitable for women to practice for self-defense.

"Master said that the two of them have the same mind, and they might be able to improve each other." After Fang Shiyu said, seeing that he seemed very interested in this, he rolled his eyes and suggested, "They live in a small valley not far away. , if you are interested, I will follow you to have a look?"

Ling Duoduo remembered Fang Shiyu's hesitant reactions when he just came in from the village entrance, and he knew it well. He saw Zhizhi frowning as if he wanted to object. see?"

Zhizhi originally wanted to say that his precious apprentice was too tired at first glance, so he should sleep first before talking about other things. Seeing that Ling Duoduo had already agreed first, he had no choice but to nod: "Well, in fact, they went out to practice alone. It has been several days, and there may not be anything worth seeing. After reading it, I felt relieved and came back quickly. Resting more is serious."

No one's body is made of iron. They have traveled for a month, and many disciples with weaker martial arts can't bear it anymore. Thinking about how my disciples have suffered outside for more than three months. I also feel pity in my heart.

"Master, you can rest assured that this disciple will not spare himself." Ling Duoduo smiled gratefully at him, and said, "The disciple will come as soon as he goes with Shiyu, and please ask the master and several senior uncles to rest first."

Zhizhi nodded, and wanted to tell his disciples a few more words, but Fang Shiyu had already stepped forward to pull Ling Duoduo: "Da Shi, let's go quickly, let them continue to sleep."

Damn it, my apprentice and I finally got the chance to say something intimate, and you're the only one who keeps making trouble.Zhizhi couldn't help but glared at him. After thinking about it, he still couldn't calm down. He glared at him again. Seeing that Ling Duoduo was still looking at him, he calmed down a little. go."

Fang Shiyu smiled and dragged Ling Duoduo out. After walking a few more steps, he heard Ling Duoduo say: "I'm so happy that I can't close my mouth from ear to ear. Wipe your drool first, you're so ugly."

Fang Shiyu subconsciously touched his chin first, but he didn't feel the saliva, but he felt the stubble that had just grown out, and turned around to hug his thigh: "Dashi, it's been a few months since I met you again, why do you talk when we meet?" Lost like this?"

Ling Duoduo lowered his head and bent down to look at him. Looking at him carefully, he saw that Fang Shiyu was indeed a lot haggard. He frowned and said, "You just said that you met a ghost on the road?"

As soon as the word "ghost" came out, Fang Shiyu shuddered subconsciously, looked around, and said, "It's true, I didn't lie to you—it's not so much a ghost, it's better to say it's a long-haired monster..." Said Here I shuddered again.

Fang Shiyu was not afraid of anything except ghosts. It was the first time Ling Duoduo saw him so frightened. He corrected his attitude, put away his joking thoughts, and asked, "What's going on?"

"I just woke up from a coma, and when I heard the news that you were separated from the main force, I was so flustered that I couldn't sleep at night." Fang Shiyu said this, and tightly wrapped his arms around his thighs in fear, "So I While they were asleep, I walked out of the ruined temple where I was boarding and wanted to take a walk in the surrounding woods to relax... but I walked to the righteous village in the village..."

Feeling quite a headache, Ling Duoduo raised his hand and pinched his forehead. This is indeed the protagonist's specific fate. He went out for a walk and walked into Yizhuang without dying.

Yizhuang is a special place for temporarily storing unburied coffins. There are not only temporarily parked coffins, but also many unknown corpses. I didn't know what the collision was, and I was shocked.

Sure enough, the flies don't stare at the unsewed eggs. If you don't go out for a walk, maybe you won't encounter such a thing. Ling Duoduo thought that the matter could be caused by himself, and said guiltily: "It's all my fault. , you can follow me closely in the future, if that long-haired monster comes again, I can still ward off evil spirits for you with my bald head."

Although Fang Shiyu was terrified in his heart, he was also amused by his words. He first bent his lips, and then said: "There is really a long-haired monster. I leaned against the well in Yizhuang and muttered to myself, saying that I hope I was able to reunite with Dashi early, but the braid was caught by the hand protruding from the mouth of the well—it was really a hand, and it was still warm. I accidentally pressed him, and my arms could feel the heat from above ...I turned around and saw a man with disheveled hair face to face..."

Ling Duoduo was thoughtful, and a guess suddenly popped up in his heart, and he asked: "Then, did something weird happen later?"

"That's right, that's right, if it's just what happened that night, it's fine, but since that day, I've been entangled by that long-haired monster—" Fang Shiyu nodded heavily, looked at him and said with great emotion, "Daddy You are so kind, you actually believed what I said—no matter who I told before, they either said I was messing around, or that I might have hallucinations because I was too tired from the journey..."

Ling Duoduo reassured: "That's not the case, I know that although you are used to messing around, you wouldn't joke about such things."

Fang Shiyu sniffed, his cheeks flushed slightly: "Uncle Zhizhi scolded me that day and went to bed. I couldn't sleep alone, so I couldn't help but came out to check again, but the old ghost with long hair used it very hard. Unbelievable speed, groping around on the body... he was touching me, and shouting 'it's you, it's you'..."

Being molested by a man is already very embarrassing, but being molested by someone who doesn’t know whether it’s an old man or an old ghost is double the embarrassment. Fang Shiyu scratched the top of his head, and hurriedly continued: “The next night, I was half asleep and half awake, I heard someone say, 'Entraining Qi to the top, Baihui enters the body, Qi is stronger than strength, Yin and Yang are connected'..."

Ling Duoduo still held on to the previous words, and asked: "Wait, wait a minute, did he touch your body and say 'it's you'?"

Fang Shiyu moved his body uncomfortably: "I didn't touch them all, but I touched my shoulders, waist, and thighs and calves—big wet. Is he looking for a suitable substitute?"

Ling Duoduo said: "But Shiyu, you heard the formulas he said the next day, aren't they obvious formulas for practicing martial arts? Maybe you have met an expert outside the world."

How can there be so many disturbing crowds or ghosts in the world? I was groping around earlier. It is likely that the expert was testing Fang Shiyu's roots. Then came the idea of ​​teaching martial arts.

——It would be wishful thinking to put this matter on someone else, but it can be said to be a success if it is placed on the protagonist Fang Shiyu, and it can even be said to happen inevitably.

Ling Duoduo was still wondering how the screenwriter would let the protagonist kill the villain boss and have a perfect ending—if Fang Shiyu's martial arts and the gap between Baimei and Fang Shiyu's martial arts were inexplicably appearing on the way The half-ghost guy taught Fang Shiyu peerless martial arts, which makes sense.

Fang Shiyu slapped his thigh heavily: "That's right, that's right, I thought the same way - so I practiced these four formulas tentatively the next day, but I couldn't even sleep for a few days. You can even kill a few tigers, but just thinking about running, you seem to have endless energy!"

This is a good thing, it is very different from the situation where Fang Shiyu shuddered when he mentioned that long-haired monster, Ling Duoduo guessed that something must have happened in the middle, so he asked: "Shiyu, what happened later, he appeared again?"

Fang Shiyu nodded heavily: "Later he popped up again, and it was also when I was sleeping that I vaguely heard someone say, 'Look at the nose with the mouth, look at the heart with the nose, use the spirit to control the qi, use the qi to control the breath, breathe in and out, Let it be'..."

Ling Duoduo couldn't help frowning.If this formula is connected with the previous one, it is simply nonsense. If it is practiced, it may cause great damage to the human body.

Fang Shiyu tugged at his hair: "The next day, I acted like I picked up a baby, and I quickly practiced. Before I finished practicing for a week, I fell into a coma. In the next few days, the more tired I was, the more tired I was. The more sleepy I am, the more I can fall asleep while walking, all thanks to Xiguan who carried me on his back all the way to get here..."

"...Then what happened afterwards?" Could it be that he really encountered a ghost?Things were so weird that even Ling Duoduo felt strange and wondered, could it be that the scriptwriter was playing tricks?

Fang Shiyu shook his head and said: "There is no later, that thing never appeared again, but I didn't dare to sleep for ten days and a half months, firstly because I was afraid of ghosts, and secondly because I was worried about your safety."

After talking about it, his attention also shifted: "By the way, Dashi, I haven't asked you yet. The rumors in the world are very tense these days, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Ling Duoduo glanced at him quickly, and seeing Fang Shiyu's pitiful appearance of holding back his fear, he comforted, "Don't be afraid, the two of us get together, and we will act together in the future, and I will also Believe what you said, even if it is a ghost, we can work together and bring him down."

Fang Shiyu was quite touched, hugged his thigh for a long time and couldn't speak, then nodded heavily after a while and said: "Okay!"

Ling Duoduo bent down and pulled him up: "Let's go first, let's go to the small dilapidated temple in the valley next door to see how Xiguan and Miss Yan are doing."

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When Ling Duoduo and Fang Shiyu approached, they saw Yan Yongchun and Hong Xiguan fighting around a wooden stake.Yan Yongchun used the short-bridge and inch-strength style of attack, his moves were quick, and his moves were quick to change. He exerted his strength in a very short period of time, which made people dazzled.

On the other hand, Hong Xiguan was a little bit behind. He seemed to be at a loss for what to do. Nuo Nuo had always taken over Yan Yongchun's attacking moves, and he rarely found opportunities to take the initiative to attack.

The two hit each other, and gradually changed from hand kung fu to foot kung fu. Hong Xiguan avoided Yan Yongchun's stepping feet twice in succession, and asked, "Wing Chun, why did I practice your two-word pliers?" After the sheep and the horse, the footwork is slow?"

Yan Wing Chun looked down at his feet, and asked back in surprise: "How could that be?" Then there was another neat double kick.

Gritting his teeth, Hong Xiguan escaped relatively smoothly, but Yan Yongchun took the opportunity to hook his calf, and directly pushed him down to the ground with force.

Ling Duoduo slapped his hands and praised: "Wing Chun, your boxing technique is really smooth, like flowing clouds and flowing water, and you won the victory with ease."

After he finished speaking, he bowed to Mrs. Wumei who came over: "This disciple has met Mrs. Wu."

Master Wumei looked at him and showed a rare smile: "It's great to be able to arrive safely." After speaking, she looked at Yan Yongchun and praised, "You have used this set of Wing Chun with ease. To be able to make such great progress in such a short period of time is really a lesson for children."

She knew very well in her heart that at this time Yan Yongchun was naturally incomparable with Ling Duoduo and Baimei, but it was not difficult to defeat Fang Shiyu and Hong Xiguan.

Fang Shiyu helped Hong Xiguan who was half lying on the ground up, and patted the dirt and dust on his body: "Xiguan, this wife hasn't been married yet, why are you so anxious to let her go? You've been beaten so badly." If you don't work hard, you will be strictly controlled in the future."

Although Yan Yongchun's martial arts were not weak just now, Fang Shiyu thought to himself that he would never be as helpless as Hong Xiguan just now. He even felt that Hong Xiguan was out of shape from the beginning to the end, and he was dumbfounded.

Yan Yongchun blushed pretty, and quickly pushed Fang Shiyu away, and helped Hong Xiguan pat his clothes: "Shiyu, what are you talking about? When the little master is away, you are always in a state of mind. Why do you talk poorly when he comes back?" Is it like this?"

Fang Shiyu moved his lips, but couldn't help blushing, lowered his head and coughed uncomfortably, walked to Ling Duoduo and stopped talking.

Ling Duoduo changed the subject with a smile and said, "Actually, it's not Xiguan's fault. I think Wing Chun emphasizes ingenuity, and it's not suitable for Xiguan to practice."

Wumei looked at Hong Xiguan who looked sad, and said softly, "Forcing Xiguan to practice Wing Chun is indeed a bit of a stretch."

Hong Xiguan sighed, walked to the gate of the ruined temple and squatted down.

Yan Yongchun Bingxue is smart, so he naturally knows what he is struggling with, thinking that it is not convenient for him to chase him out at this time to persuade him, so he can only look at Ling Duoduo.

Ling Duoduo understood, stood up and said, "I'll go and see him, you guys talk first."

Fang Shiyu's first reaction was to step up and want to keep up, but Yan Yongchun stopped him by pulling his arm: "I know that you two are inseparable, but it doesn't work just because there are many people, Shiyu, let the little master do it himself." Was it good in the past?"

Fang Shiyu heard that there seemed to be some deep meaning in her words, turned his head and glanced at her quickly, seeing Yan Yongchun's smile on the corner of his mouth and his clear eyes, he seemed to see something, his cheeks turned red, and he didn't know what to say for a while , can only nod sullenly.

Ling Duoduo walked to the gate of the temple and sat down next to Hong Xiguan: "Xiguan, why don't you go in and talk to us, what are you doing sitting here like a stone?"

Hong Xiguan looked ahead and didn't answer.

Ling Duoduo slowed down his voice and said, "Hey, it's not that you don't know Shiyu, he always speaks without control, and it's often like this. If you say something without thinking, don't take it to heart."

"I'm not blaming Shiyu. Regardless of his business, he's right." Chief Hong Xi sighed, "Wing Chun is both talented and beautiful, and she can learn everything quickly. It’s amazing how well it’s been practiced.”

Ling Duoduo did not answer, quietly waiting for the second half of his sentence.

As expected, Hong Xiguan continued: "But look at me, a big man, I can't compare to her in anything... Sigh..."

Having a girlfriend or wife who is too capable always puts a lot of pressure on a man. Although Hong Xiguan is not the kind of wretched man who can't see his wife being better than him, he still can't bear such a big contrast.

The rest is fine, he thinks more about whether he and Yan Yongchun are really incompatible, the only daughter of the richest man in Hangzhou follows him, and can't live a good life. I'm sorry folks.

Ling Duoduo laughed and said: "Actually, you are too stubborn in thinking about things. You said it yourself. Wing Chun was created by Miss Yan herself, and it was fought by women. It is gentle and delicate - what are you good at? Siping In Malaysia, the number of ways is completely different. If you learn her boxing with your rough personality, of course your hands and feet will be bound."

Hong Xiguan was slightly moved, apparently he had heard his words in his heart, but he still said sadly: "Anyway, Wing Chun's martial arts achievements are much higher than mine, and I really can't match them."

Why can't this person's mind bend at all?Ling Duoduo had a headache: "Wing Chun is better than you now, but it doesn't mean she will be better than you all her life."

Hong Xiguan said helplessly: "I was thrown ten miles away by her now, how can I catch up in the future?"

"She can create Wing Chun boxing by herself, and you can also use your own strength and your strong bridge and hard horse to create a boxing technique of your own." Ling Duoduo said, touching his chin, " Don't underestimate yourself, Wing Chun is smarter and more talented than you, but you are not bad, as long as you are willing to work hard, you must create a set of boxing techniques that belong to you. No one in the world knows yourself better than yourself, and create a boxing style based on your own characteristics. Boxing, you can definitely do it."

He really didn't expect that he came here from thousands of miles away, and he had to be a mental health counselor for teenagers before he could go to sleep. Creating martial arts is not as simple as lip service, but with Hong Xiguan's ability, it is not completely lacking hope.

Anyway, set him an ambitious goal first, and think about it for the next few days, it's better than him thinking about it alone, and then entangled in the bullshit issue of "worthiness or not".

When Ling Duoduo saw that Hong Xiguan squatted on the ground and began to meditate immediately, he couldn't help smiling slightly, and said: "Use your heart to move your qi, use your qi to move your body, you have to make your moves come from your heart, your thoughts follow your heart, ingenious as clumsy, firm and soft Bingji, this is the highest level of martial arts."

After a short pause, he took a quick look at Hong Xiguan, pondered for a while, and then continued: "The martial arts you create should be heroic and vigorous, with strong bridge hands, steady horse steps, heavy and powerful punches, simple and solid, hidden and unsophisticated. Not revealing, quiet inside and fierce outside, tight attack and defense, unrivaled fierceness, this is the way to go—then I won’t bother you, just think about it for yourself.”

After listening to his previous words, Hong Xiguan couldn't help showing a thoughtful expression on his face, and solemnly clasped his fists at him: "Thank you for your guidance, Master, Xiguan understands."

When they first met, Hong Xiguan, Fang Shiyu, and Hu Huiqian generally called him "little master", but after getting to know each other later, they also called him "Sanli" along with Hu Huiqian.

This time, the "Master" in Hong Xi's official mouth and Fang Shiyu's usual name of "Da Shi" are totally different. , Consciously put yourself in the position of the junior.

The high mountain looks up, the scene goes, the other party can get the blue eyes of the abbot of Shaolin Temple and several elders, and he can be spotted by Baimei several times and wants to enter the door wall. learn vision.

Ling Duoduo smiled slightly, and nodded at him: "You are willing to endure hardships and have talent, as long as you can pass this hurdle, you and Wing Chun will definitely have a place in the world of martial arts in the future."

Hong Xiguan nodded to him: "I accept your good words."

Ling Duoduo returned to the temple and called Fang Shiyu out. The two left together and walked out on the deserted mountain road.

At this time, it was already approaching the early morning of the next day, and the sky was already slightly bright, but the forest was still dark and very permeating. Fang Shiyu glanced at it and didn't want to take a second look: "Fortunately, Da Shi accompanied me. Otherwise, I really dare not take this road..."

Before finishing a sentence, Ling Duoduo, who was listening with a smile, suddenly changed his expression, turned his head to look at the nearby bushes, and said softly: "Something is coming..."

The reason why he said something was coming, not someone, was because the speed of the other party was too frightening, not to mention the speed of a rocket launch, let alone a martial arts high school. As he came closer, his eyes widened in surprise.

But seeing a white shadow jumping out from the forest, moving swiftly like a ghost, Ling Duoduo and Fang Shiyu only felt a blur before their eyes, and the white shadow had already appeared on the branch above their heads.

Fang Shiyu shivered for a moment, stretched out his trembling hand and pointed forward: "Just, Dashi, it's him..."

Seeing the speed, Ling Duoduo was also terrified. Seeing that the white shadow was indeed what Fang Shiyu said, it was a man or a ghost with disheveled hair covering his face. He frowned and said, "I don't know who is the sacred senior?"

The white shadow sat on a thick branch, looked down at them, and did not speak.

Fang Shiyu plucked up his courage, and said softly: "I don't care if you are a human, a ghost, a demon or a god, if you can come to me, treat me as a friend, but we met by chance, why do you follow me?"

Those who are afraid of ghosts just encountered something that was suspected to be a ghost. Besides, the old man's posture, not to mention timid, would scare anyone to death. Followed all the way here.

Ling Duoduo raised his voice and said: "I see that there seems to be a shadow of Shaolin martial arts in the senior's body skills. Since we are destined, why not meet each other openly?"

He vaguely saw the shadow of Shaolin Yiwei crossing the river from the lightness kung fu that this person performed just now, but it didn't look like it, after all, Shaolin lightness kung fu did not have such a speed.

——Not to mention the lack of martial arts in the Qing Dynasty, even if you go back hundreds of years, you have never seen this kind of light work that is at the same level as a cannon launcher. Combining Wudang Nine Suns Kung Fu and Zixia Magic Kung Fu, there is still no way to defeat Bai Mei's second-rate Hunyuan Boy Kung Fu. It turns out that the screenwriter has generously opened the plug-in, which is too cheating.

The white shadow didn't react much to the previous words, but heard the word "Shaolin", he suddenly shivered, and his drooping body trembled violently.

Fang Shiyu saw that this seemed to be a precursor to falling ill, and his heart jumped violently, thinking that if this person went crazy, he and Dashi would really be a match for death—this was different from fighting Baimei, although Baimei was neither a man nor a woman, in the end At least it has the intermediate form of the two genders of human beings, so as not to let myself feel cold.

He hurriedly tried to change the subject and said, "Not only did you come all the way with me, but you also taught me some things that I don't know if it's a mantra or a curse. Once you practice, your spirit will be very good, and if you continue to practice, you will be so tired that you will die." ..."

The ghost on the treetop let out a sinister laugh, and said hoarsely: "Yes, it is death." After he finished speaking, he rolled back from the treetop, fell to the ground, and jumped to the side .

Fang Shiyu stepped up and wanted to chase him, but was grabbed by Ling Duoduo: "Don't rush over, I think he wants to lead us over..."

Fang Shiyu looked at the direction that the white shadow left, hesitated for a moment, and recalled: "I remember that there is nothing in the barren mountains and mountains, there seems to be an abandoned temple... If he wants to kill us, Just do it directly, why bother to hook us to that place?"

Ling Duoduo said with a serious face: "That's not necessarily true. If he really takes a fancy to your body and wants Li Daitao to stiffen, wouldn't he have to lure you into the soul-sucking array first, so that he can do things cheaply?"

Fang Shiyu was frightened into a cold sweat, saw the white shadow dangling on the grove not far from the two of them, and asked in a trembling voice: "Could it be that he really wants to occupy my body? "

"Who knows." Ling Duoduo shrugged his shoulders, seeing that he was really frightened, and relieved, "It's still not enough for the two of us to guard from here, why don't we just go over and have a look? If something happens, there are I can protect you."

Fang Shiyu shook his head with a sad face: "No, no, Da Shi, he dared to appear in front of you, obviously he is not afraid of your bald head, if there is any accident, just leave me alone, hurry up and run, You can always save a life. I heard that it takes a lot of time to snatch the control of the body—that is, the next time you see me, don’t come up to confess your relatives, and call Uncle Zhizhi and his group of bald heads to come out Let's ward off evil spirits."

"How come, don't scare yourself." Ling Duoduo looked over there, and saw that the ghost was still lingering among the treetops and hadn't gone far. It was obvious that he was waiting for them to pass, because he said, "So long It’s not an option, let’s go and have a look.”

Stretching the head and shrinking the head is a knife, at least if you die early, you can be reborn early. Fang Shiyu didn't object, and followed him tremblingly, chasing the shadow all the way to the nearby ruined temple.

The two of them watched from afar the black figure standing still in the Buddhist hall of the ruined temple, facing an empty wall, wondering what they were thinking.

Fang Shiyu muttered in a low voice, "Is he afraid of standing Buddha statues?"Ling Duoduo patted the back of his hand to comfort him.

The night was so dark that it was impossible to see the scene inside clearly. In addition, the dilapidated temple had been in disrepair for a long time, and the inside was dirty, with dust flying in the air.

A sudden burst of thicker dust drifted past, blocking the sight of the two of them. After a few breaths of time, the dust cleared, and when Ling Duoduo squinted his eyes to look again, he found that the white shadow had disappeared.

Although the sight of a martial arts practitioner is blocked in the night, he is still quite keen. He pointed to the front and said, "Go in and have a look. I can see that there seems to be something written on the wall of this temple."

Fang Shiyu swallowed, followed him slowly and walked in, and sure enough, he saw messy handwriting written in blood on the wall where the white shadow was standing just now.

He took a general glance at first, saw nothing but the word "death" all over his eyes and felt dizzy for a while, gritted his teeth and tried to hold back, and read: "The living is against the dead, the bull's head is against the horse's mouth, Life against death, death against space... life against death, death against space?"

Just after saying this sentence, Ling Duoduo felt a gust of wind blowing on the right side, and immediately turned his head to look over, only to see that white shadow quietly standing close to the two of them, hissing, "I'll call you seven days." Die within!"

When he blinked and looked again, the white shadow had disappeared.

Ling Duoduo stared ahead for a long time, then Fang whispered, "Do you think the writing on the wall looks so familiar?"

Fang Shiyu didn't expect that after experiencing such a creepy thing, his first reaction would be to say something about the writing on the wall, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a trembling voice: "We are Shouldn't it be time to inform Uncle Smart to move the base? This person said that we won't survive seven days..."

Ling Duoduo pretended he didn't hear it, his eyes fell on the wall, and he even raised his hand to follow the folds of the bloody characters a few times, and suddenly he slapped his hands and laughed: "I said who is pretending to scare people like this, so it turns out Really acquaintance."

Fang Shiyu heard this sentence as if he heard the sound of heaven, and his spirit was shaken immediately, knowing that he must have discovered something if he could say such a thing, he quickly asked: "Are you serious about what you said?"

"Of course it's true. I won't make fun of other people's lives." Ling Duoduo pointed to the writing on the wall and said, "Do you still remember a pair of couplets hanging in the Zen room of the abbot and master?"

Fang Shiyu never paid much attention to this aspect of things. After raising his head and thinking for a long time, he had a vague impression: "Isn't it... that being happy with nothing to do is the ultimate happiness, and there is something to be desired?"

Ling Duoduo smiled and said, "This is part of the couplets in Liu Gongquan's regular script collection, but the one in the abbot's meditation room was not written by Liu Gongquan himself."

Think about Zhishan once used that couplet as an introduction to enlighten him not to be too obsessed with the hatred between Wudang and his parents. So sad.

Fang Shiyu is not stupid either. Hearing him say this, he vaguely understood: "You mean, that couplet is written by that half-human, half-ghost just now... no, it should be said that it was written by an eminent monk?"

"Others are fine, but I don't dare to be too sure based on a pair of couplets, but there is a character 'sheng' in the couplet, and the character 'sheng' is also written on this wall. It's exactly the same..." Ling Duoduo said, his voice gradually lowered.

Fang Shiyu was not in a hurry to urge him, and he followed to observe the writing on the wall, but he was not interested in the room layout or anything, and the time had passed, so naturally he had no impression.

Ling Duoduo thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember it, so he couldn't help stomping his feet and said, "I have never asked Master Abbot who wrote the words in his meditation room." Although he paid attention to the details, he never thought that one day the meditation room would be hung. The written couplets can also come in handy.

Fang Shiyu said in relief: "Oh, don't take it too seriously. If you keep asking who wrote this and whose authentic work is that as soon as you enter the room, it will be too boring. Anyway, you can't escape so few people."

Ling Duoduo lightly patted him on the shoulder, and said seriously: "Let's go back quickly and find Master Wumei to come over and have a look. If that thing is really human, it is at most an important figure in Shaolin that can be pushed back 100 years. She [-]% know it."