The old monk Kongji pointed to the main hall in front of him.

The grandeur of this main hall is no less than that of the Main Hall in the center.

Even more so.

Because this main hall is the most complete building that Chen Yi saw along the way.

majestic, solemn, solemn, magnificent

From this main hall, it seems that you can truly see the thousand-year-old temple, the epitome of the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism.

"When Shaolin was at its peak, everyone in the world thought that the Sutra Pavilion was the sacred place for our temple's inheritance. Everyone coveted it. I don't know how many people thought of sneaking into the Sutra Pavilion to steal the scriptures, regardless of their own abilities."

When the old monk Kongji talked about the past, he seemed to be nostalgic and sad.

Then he stroked his beard and smiled again: "But I don't know that the real inheritance of our temple is not the Sutra Pavilion, but the Thousand Buddhas Hall!"

Chen Yi looked up at the magnificent hall and said nothing.

Old monk Kongji didn't intend to wait for him to speak, and walked straight up the hundreds of stone steps in front of the temple.

Entering the hall, a majestic, majestic and solemn atmosphere hits your face.

The hall was empty.

There are only huge pillars hugged by several people, supporting the dome that is more than ten feet high.

Chen Yi felt that this place should be called Thousand Pillars Hall.

But he did see the origin of the "Thousand Buddhas".

There are countless murals and reliefs on the walls and huge pillars.

Golden light, auspicious clouds, auspicious beasts,

The canthus and the angry eyes look like a devil's vajra,

Arhats with different shapes and strange shapes,

Compassionate Bodhisattva statue, solemn Buddha statue

One stroke after another, he vividly outlines a land of bliss, the pure land of the Buddha.

Thousand Buddhas, that is often not mentioned.

Apart from that, there is nothing.

A piece of paper, a piece of wood, nothing.

inherited?

Not at all.

Or

There is inheritance everywhere!

The floor of this Thousand Buddhas Hall is also made of extremely hard boulder bricks.

But there are also countless potholes on top.

footprints, fist prints, fingerprints

stick marks, knife marks, sword marks

Chen Yi looked at these countless clear marks, as if he saw the senior Shaolin monks moving around among them, their movements and movements showing their magical skills that have been refined over time.

"No need to look anymore."

The voice of the old monk Kong Ji interrupted Chen Yi's eyes from the countless figures who seemed to have spanned thousands of years of time and space, performing martial arts and preaching for him.

"The mystery that I want you to understand is not here. If you understand it thoroughly, you will have time to understand these secrets."

The old monk smiled and continued walking.

He didn't stop until he reached the deepest wall in the middle of the hall.
Chapter completed!