"Two master uncles, my disciple Kong Ji is unfilial. Today I will break the five-hundred-year oath and list this son on my Shaolin gate wall."

After Chen Yi agreed, the old monk, the abbot, stopped talking to him. He turned around and walked to Chunzhen, who was supporting two extremely thin old monks. He actually lifted up the monk's robe and knelt on the ground.

Before this was over, he said an incomprehensible word and started kowtow.

His head hit the hard stone floor with a dull thud.

Everyone including Chen Yi was shocked.

Especially Chunzhen, who was in front of him, almost threw the two old monks out with a shake of his hand.

He was helpless and looked around at the two old monks, but they were completely unresponsive as if they were asleep.

Listen carefully, there is really a cry

"Two grand master uncles! Grand master uncles!"

Chun Zhen already knew these two remaining Grand Master uncles, so it was no surprise that he roared into their ears respectively.

"Hululu"

It's okay not to yell, but this move was too big. One of the old monks tilted his head, put it on Monk Chunzhen's arm and started to snore.

""

Chen Yi suddenly felt that maybe he shouldn't come here

Maybe it should be possible

It would be more reliable to go directly to Di Shitian and fight for his life.

The old monk, the abbot, seemed not to notice and did not stop to kowtow.

The sound of "dong dong dong" made the bald people present feel frightened and panicked.

They had never seen their abbot master like this.

"Wake up! Grand Master Uncle!"

Monk Chunzhen didn't care. He gritted his teeth and shook the two old monks hard.

"Two Grand Masters! It's time to eat!"

The two old monks trembled slightly and struggled to hold up their wrinkled eyelids.

Revealing two pairs of extremely dry and turbid eyes.

Both of them are extremely old, their bodies are as skinny as firewood, their skin is as wrinkled as old tree bark, their faces are deeply scarred by time, and there is no difference in appearance at all.

It's just that one is slightly shorter and the other is slightly taller.

The shorter old monk said shakily: "Have you eaten? Why is it so early today?"

The older monk who was slightly taller seemed to have just realized that the old abbot who was kowtowing at his feet was also weak. He said in a long voice: "Kong Ji, what are you doing? I mean, you are also a boss. Why are you still so stubborn? You are such an ironhead.

Is Kung Fu something you should practice at your age?"

But the old monk Kongji just kowtowed.

The shorter one also narrowed his cloudy eyes and looked for it: "What? That little monkey in Kongji is naughty again? Where is it? Wait until the old monk gives him two whips."

Monk Chunzhen couldn't stand it anymore and shouted in their ears: "Two Grand Masters!"

He yelled what the old monk Kong Ji had just said at the top of his lungs. He used too much force and his face turned red from suppressing it.

Those who didn't know better thought he was going to fight.

The slightly shorter old monk shook his head tremblingly: "Oh, accepting disciples? Isn't that good? Isn't there another little monkey competing with the old monk for food?"

Chen Yi: ""

The taller man sighed and said: "Alas, Kong Ji has become the abbot and takes care of the affairs of the temple, so let him leave it to him."

"You have become an abbot? You can't scold me, right? Which little monkey just said that he had some fast food? Help the old monk over quickly!"

Only then did the old monk Kong Ji hit his forehead hard on the ground, then raised his head and said: "Kong Ji is unfilial! Thank you two uncles for helping me!"

Then he turned his eyes and said, "Chunzhen, help your two Grand Master uncles to have a meal."

"Master"

Chunzhen looked at the red blood blooming on the old monk Kongji's forehead, and the abbot stopped screaming.

"Go ahead."

Seeing his expression, Chunzhen swallowed his words and returned to the temple with the two old monks in his arms.

The old monk Kong Ji stood up and looked around like a senior monk, holding his head bleeding as if nothing had happened: "You all go, too, and do whatever you need to do."

The dozen or so bald heads looked at each other in confusion, their eyes turning back and forth between the old monk and Chen Yi. They hesitated for a moment, and finally dispersed.

Only Kongji and Chen Yi were left outside the temple gate.

"Master Abbot, what are you doing?"

Chen Yi was really confused by what he did.

I just want to become a teacher. If it doesn’t work, it won’t work. You don’t have to make it so serious and even harm yourself.

The old monk Kongji said calmly: "If you can understand the mystery, I will tell you without asking. If you can't, then there is no need to ask."

With that said, he shook his cassock, turned around and walked towards the temple: "Follow me."

He has a somewhat enigmatic and masterful demeanor.

Of course, if there weren't a few streaks of blood on his face

""

Chen Yi had no choice but to suppress his doubts and follow him.

Shaolin Temple is indeed a thousand-year-old temple.

Chen walked into the temple and saw its true face.

Even though it is now in extreme decline, its heritage is not just a dilapidated temple gate and two mottled temple walls seen outside.

Entering the dilapidated temple gate, what you see along the way can be said to be extremely bleak and desolate.

There are many buildings, but they are all in disrepair and dilapidated over the years. They are covered with thick dust and cobwebs and overgrown with weeds.

There are no disciples living here either.

It seems that there are really only two old monks left in Shaolin who are too old to die at any time, one abbot with white beard and white eyebrows, and twelve young bald heads.

Other than that, never see anyone else.

After the temple gate, walk up several winding ramps.

It is a majestic glazed palace, also known as the Main Hall.

Although this majestic palace still shows the decay of time, it is much more majestic and exaggerated than what Chen Yi has seen.

Not to mention anything else, the high stone platform where it is located is more than ten feet high.

There are two rows of huge dark red pillars under the glazed eaves.

Each pillar is surrounded by at least two or three people.

Seen from a distance, it makes people feel extremely small.

This extremely grand style left Chen Yi speechless.

There is no need to describe it as a country of giants. This is clearly the same exaggerated style as in comics.

How could such a great property end up in such a miserable state?

Kong Ji did not take him into this extremely magnificent hall, but went around it.

Behind the main hall is an extremely spacious square.

Just this square can easily accommodate ten thousand people.

The whole place is paved with huge blue bricks half the size of a man.

It is extremely dilapidated, with more than half of it being broken masonry and pits.

Given the hardness of bluestone, it should be impossible for time to leave such traces.

It was as if he had suffered some serious trauma.

Walking through the square, I also saw many exaggerated buildings.

It seems that starting from the Grand Palace, everything after that is in this exaggerated and majestic style.

But it also has the same characteristic, dilapidated

This ancient temple seems to have experienced a fierce battle, and most of the continuous magnificent buildings were destroyed.

The rest are in dilapidated condition.

From these dilapidated buildings, one can still feel the former glory of Shaolin.

"This is our important place in Shaolin, the Thousand Buddhas Hall."
To be continued...