All Heavens Planes

The zhike monk who received the sesame oil money gently pushed open a side door and led Chen Chen into the temple, leaving another zhike monk to guard the mountain gate.

Chen Chen walked slowly in the temple with the Zhike monk, looking around, the situation in Shaolin Temple was almost the same as before.After a hundred years of closing the mountain, there was no change in the temple.If we talk about changes, it is just more of an old atmosphere.

The monks guarding the temple held ash sticks and stood firm at their posts.He held his head high and held his chest high without looking sideways, turning a blind eye to the two of them.

As Chen Chen stepped forward, his mind was wide open, and he carefully sensed every corner of the temple.After a while, he shook his head slightly, but he didn't find the wisp of energy he was looking for.

There are quite a few top masters in Shaolin Temple, but there are only two top masters.One has a stronger aura, almost comparable to Yang Guo.The other person's aura is slightly weaker, about the same as Huang Yaoshi's.

Chen Chen thought to himself, it seems that the closure of mountains and forests for a hundred years has also yielded something.

The two walked through the Buddhist halls and walked to the Zen room in the guest room at the back of the front yard.

The Zhike monk led Chen Chen to a meditation room, clasped his hands together and said, "This benefactor, please rest here tonight. If there is anything, you can ask the serving monk tomorrow morning."

Chen Chen folded his palms together and asked, "Is the abbot of your temple here? I have some connections with Shaolin. I want to meet the abbot. I have something to ask."

The Zhike monk was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked Chen Chen up and down. Seeing that he was thin and weak, without the aura of a master, and he didn't look like someone who came to make trouble and provoke him, he replied truthfully, "The abbot of our temple, Zen Master Tianming, is not in the temple. A few days ago, I rushed to Putian Shaolin to perform the shaving ceremony for a big inner master."

Chen Chen frowned slightly, and said, "Which master is the master of your temple now? Can you pass it on for me?"

Zhike Monk stared at Chen Chen with a strange gaze, thought for a moment, and seemed to be looking at the ingot of silver, and said, "When the abbot is not in the temple, the first Zen Master Wusei of the Luohan Hall and the first Zen Master Wuxiang of the Bodhidharma Hall, Handle all matters in the temple together.”

"The two chief ministers are busy with work, and I may not have time to meet the benefactor. If the benefactor has something important to do, you can tell the name of the little monk, and the little monk will pass it on for you."

Chen Chen was not in a hurry, and said with a smile, "Then I will report to you, Master Lao, my name is Chen Chen."

"My little monk has made a note, but I can't guarantee whether the first seat will be free. Almighty, please rest. There will be an answer tomorrow." After the Zhike monk said, he turned around and left with the [-]th salute.

Chen Chen stayed here safely, and when the evening drum was played, some monks offered vegetarian food, Chen Chen happily accepted it, and it was inevitable that there would be a few taels of sesame oil.

When the twilight was deep, Chen Chen left the meditation room, his body melted into the darkness, and wandered around the temple.

Unknowingly, he walked to the location of the Sutra Pavilion again.Chen Chen laughed at himself, and muttered to himself, "What's wrong with me, every time I go to Shaolin, I always come to the Buddhist scripture pavilion for a walk." Then he shook his head slightly, turned and walked towards him.

There was silence all around, and all the monks in the temple had fallen asleep.Suddenly, there was a faint sound of shouting in the distance, which reached Chen Chen's ears.

After a moment of hesitation, Chen Chen followed the source of the voice and walked towards a large hall.When he got closer, he found that the voice was coming from Luohan Hall.In the Luohan hall, there are two thin old monks practicing the dismantling moves.

Colorless, innate top-level, combat power 3800

Phaseless, inborn top rank, combat power 3600

"These two old monks practiced kung fu in the middle of the night. They've put their lives to the test." Chen Chen chuckled lightly, and entered the Arhat Hall in a blink of an eye.

The Luohan Hall has a huge space, and there is a door on the innermost side of the Martial Arts Hall, from which you can see the inner hall.

Chen Chen stared slightly, and walked straight to the inner hall.

It can be seen from a distance that there is a two-foot-tall Buddha statue enshrined in the inner hall.On the outside of the left shoulder of the Buddha statue, there is a picture scroll of Chixu hanging.

Chen Chen's undisguised actions were immediately noticed by the two Zen masters Wuxiangwushi.The two of them moved and stopped in front of Chen Chen. Zen Master Wuxiang said, "Who is your Excellency? Why did you break into the Arhat Hall?"

Chen Chen ignored it and continued walking towards the inner hall without stopping.

Although Zen Master Wusei has been a monk for decades, he still has a reckless spirit in the world.Seeing Chen Chen being so rude, he didn't say much immediately, and made a bold move while moving his body.

Both palms were bent into claws, one claw was clawing towards Chen Chen's shoulder, and the other claw was attacking his ribs, it was Dragon Claw Hand, one of Shaolin's 72 unique skills.

"Back off!" Chen Chen was too lazy to entangle with the two of them, and his robe was bulging, and he threw out the universe in his sleeve, surging with unstoppable force!

Faced with this force, the two monks, formless and colorless, had no strength to resist. They were instantly shaken back, and their figures staggered and fell about ten feet away.

Chen Chen took a few steps and entered the inner hall, looking up at the scroll.

On the scroll, there is a depiction of a fantastic and majestic mountain peak, and a high platform above the mountain peak is full of cracks, almost broken.Both the sky and the earth are rendered in gold, a cyan figure floats high in the sky, and the Buddha's light around him is shining brightly.Under its feet, a cloud of vague black air is dissipating.

In the lower right corner of the picture scroll, there are eight characters written in seal script.Arhat came to the world, subduing demons!

Zen Master Wusai and Zen Master Wuxiang quickly chased into the inner hall. The two of them were only shocked and did not suffer any injuries.The two were shocked in their hearts, how powerful this young man who suddenly appeared was.If it wasn't for the mercy of his subordinates, they would have been shocked to death on the spot.

Zen Master Wuse suppressed the fear in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Who is your Excellency? Can I, Shaolin, form a bridge with you? If so, please mark down the road, this old man..."

"Brother, shut up!" Zen Master Wuxiang lowered his brows and gently pulled the corner of Zen Master Wuse's clothes.

Zen Master Wusei shouted in a low voice, "Brother, what are you pulling me for!"

Zen Master Wuxiang's body trembled slightly, but he didn't raise his head.With trembling fingers, he pointed to Chen Chen's back, and then pointed to the scroll.

Zen Master Wusai followed him, and was immediately speechless in shock.

Zen Master Wu Se is the head seat of the Arhat Hall in Shaolin. He is very familiar with this picture scroll of Arhat subduing demons, but he has never thought about it.At this time, Zen Master Wuxiang reminded them to realize that the backs of Chen Chenzheng and the two of them were similar to the backs on the scroll, almost exactly the same.

The two stood there dumbfounded, not daring to come forward to disturb them again.

After a long while, Chen Chen stepped into the air with both feet, walked up to two feet in the air step by step, and took down the scroll.

No one knows the meaning of this painting better than Chen Chen.Slowly stepping back to the ground, he said lightly, "Where did this picture scroll come from?"

Zen Master Wusei didn't dare to answer easily, for fear of offending him by words unintentionally.Tan hand pushed Zen Master Wuxiang, motioning for him to answer.

Zen Master Wuxiang clasped his hands together and said respectfully, "This scroll was brought back by Master Hengdao from Jingnian Temple 16 years ago, and it was painted by Master Daoxin, the fourth patriarch of my Zen sect. On the scroll... this is The descendant of my Buddhist sect."