"Duanlang! I flew just now, so high! It was the big bald man who took me flying!"

The little bald head pointed at Chen Yi excitedly, showing off to his friends.

The little boy was confused at first by his excited and confused language, and it took him a while to understand.

He glanced at Chen Yi behind him, then looked at the little bald head with a hint of envy.

Then he puffed up his face stubbornly and said, "What's so great? My dad used to take me flying!"

The little bald man opened his eyes wide and said, "Ah, is that so? Can your father also fly? But why haven't I seen your father?"

"I……"

The little boy's face darkened when he heard this, and he murmured for a while but was speechless.

"Okay, little bald man, you're not flying by yourself, so why are you bragging?"

Chen Yi came over from behind, stretched out his hands and rubbed the heads of the two children respectively.

The little bald man raised his head and pouted, dissatisfied that he interrupted him to show off in front of his friends.

The little boy resisted a little, but did not avoid it.

Chen Yi lowered his head to look at him. He was a pretty good-looking child, not much older than the little bald boy, with a little baby fat on his face.

His eyes are clear and innocent, but there is a hint of stubbornness that should not be seen at this age.

There was a huge bundle of ropes on my thin shoulders.

I couldn't help but sigh, what a wonderful child, why would he later turn into a villainous boss who would do whatever it takes to deny his relatives?

"Your name is Duan Lang?"

"Bald uncle, how do you know my name? Oh, I told you Kong Kong."

Xiao Duanlang was confused at first, and then quickly figured out the reason.

The reaction is quite fast, much better than that of the little bald guy.

That's so rude!

"Is your father the Nanlin Sword Master Duan Shuai?"

Xiao Duanlang was surprised, and seemed to be a little expecting, "How do you know? Do you know my father?"

Since his father entered Lingyun Cave and never came out, he has never seen or heard of anyone or anything related to his father.

Chen Yi could see his expectations and guess the reason, but he still cruelly broke his expectations and said, "I don't know."

"oh."

Little Duanlang's eyes dimmed, and he responded with a dull voice, then ignored him and the little bald head, ran to the lap of the Buddha, and put down the rope on his shoulders.

There were many small knots on the rope. Xiao Duanlang squatted on the ground, slowly stroking the rope, tied a stone to the end, and threw it into the turbulent river at the foot of the Buddha.

Chen Yi walked to the side, glanced at the huge waves that almost touched the lap of the giant Buddha, and then looked at the serious-looking little Duanlang and said, "You are measuring the water level like this because you want to enter Lingyun Cave to find your father? Is it useful?"

Little Duanlang scratched his head and looked puzzled, "Bald man, how come you know everything?"

Chen Yi smiled, squatted down, and patted his head. "I not only know what happened in the past, but also what is happening now. I also know what will happen to you in the future."

"Really! Then do you know where my father is? Can I meet him again in the future?"

Although Little Duanlang matured precociously, he was still a child after all and could not understand the true meaning of his words.

"You really want to know?"

Xiao Duanlang nodded heavily, looking forward to "Yeah!"

"But I don't want to tell you."

"..."

Xiao Duanlang had the urge to fight for the first time in his life.

"When you really know what you want, ask me again."

Chen Yi smiled, stood up, turned around, picked up the little bald man who looked confused from beginning to end, and flew away.

Xiao Duanlang was left scratching his head in confusion, then squatted down again and continued to measure the water level with the rope.

His small body exuded a bit of loneliness.

"Bald Bald, what did you just say to Duan Lang? Why can't I understand it?"

Before returning to Lingyun Temple, the little bald man also scratched his head.

"If you don't understand, just don't understand. If you can remain a fool your whole life, you'll be lucky."

Chen Yi rubbed his smooth little forehead vigorously. The feeling of stroking someone else's was completely different from that of stroking his own. It felt so good.

The little bald little face was almost wrinkled.

"Amitabha, what the little master said makes sense. It's easy to be smart, but hard to be confused. It's easy to pick up, but it's hard to put it down..."

Suddenly a word came from behind.

"Master!"

The little bald man jumped and ran over.

Chen Yi turned around and saw an old monk walking up from the plank road at the foot of the mountain, smiling and supporting the little bald man who came towards him.

This old monk has a very high level of cultivation.

After practicing with Old Dirty Turtle, not only did his strength soar, but his sensitivity to aura was also greatly improved.

The old monk hid very deeply, but he still couldn't escape his perception.

Randomly meeting an unknown person in the mountains is such an expert. It seems that the experts in this world are not all that he can know from the little "history" he has read.

As his mind turned, he titheed to the old monk, "Little monk Tripitaka, I have met the elder."

"Be courteous, old monk Zhan Ming,"

The old monk, who had a white beard and white eyebrows, returned the greeting with a smile, "No one has come to Lingyun Temple for a long time. It is fate that the young master is here. Why don't you go to the temple to talk about it?"

Chen Yi was not polite and said, "I was about to bother the elder."

"Haha, don't bother me, don't bother me."

The old monk smiled heartily and led the little bald man into the temple first, going straight and without any pretense.

This old man is a bit interesting.

Chen Yi smiled and walked into the temple gate.

…

This temple is really the same inside and out.

The temple is as shabby as the temple gate, and except for the old monk and the little bald man, there seems to be no one else.

The old monk led Chen Yi to a simple but clean Zen room.

They each sat down and brewed a cup of tea for Chen Yi tepidly before he said with a smile, "I wonder where the little master practices?"

"The young monk is alone and has no fixed place to live."

"Oh?" The old monk was a little surprised and looked up and down. "That's right. Although you are young, you are very capable. There are few places in the world that you cannot go to."

Chen Yi smiled and said, "The young monk is not as profound as the elder, but it makes the young monk wonder. With the elder's ability, how could Lingyun Temple..."

"How can you be so poor? Hahaha, don't monks seek peace and quiet? This is just right, just right."

Chen Yi sighed, "The elder is good at cultivation."

Previously, I praised his martial arts, but now I praise his Buddhist mentality.

The old monk smiled nonchalantly and chatted with Chen Yi with great interest.

Both of them were bald, so it was inevitable that they would discuss Buddhism and Zen.

The old monk saw that Chen Yi was young and it was rare for him to be tall and knowledgeable in martial arts, but he didn't expect that his Buddhist practice was even more unfathomable. He was frightened but also happy, so he held Chen Yi and talked for a long time.

Until nightfall, Chen Yi was forced to stay in the temple almost half forcefully and half cheating, like an old naughty boy.

On the second day, Chen Yi was pestered to continue yesterday's topic, which made Chen Yi quite helpless.

He had nothing to do for the time being, so he simply stayed in the temple.

For several days, I was pestered by the old monk Zhan Ming to talk about scriptures and Taoism.

After finally having some free time, I was pestered and played with by the little bald head again.

Most of the time, the old and the young were in a state of panic. Chen Yi seemed to have come to express condolences to the orphans, widows, old and young.

However, Chen Yi also mentioned Shaolin in his conversation with the old monk, and was somewhat surprised to learn that the old monk Zhan Ming not only knew about Shaolin, but also had a long history with it.

Generally speaking, he can be regarded as the uncle of the contemporary abbot of Shaolin.

Knowing that Chen Yi wanted to join Shaolin, although he was surprised, he simply agreed and wrote a letter of recommendation for him.

However, he also told Chen Yi that Shaolin is very strict in accepting disciples, and now the temple is closed. Even if he has a letter of recommendation, it will only allow him to meet the abbot. Whether he can worship in the temple depends on himself.
To be continued...