Shaolin Temple in Songshan is a thousand-year-old temple, with winding paths and secluded. The sound of the evening drum and morning bells is overflowing. The huge mountain stone green road slowly goes up. At the foot of the mountain, old farmers in groups of three or three carried vegetable baskets and walked up the mountain. Step by step, the footprints are heavy. Looking at these ordinary old farmers, their temples are bulging. Chen Yuyang has to sigh that it is indeed Shaolin that the world's martial arts are produced in Shaolin, and even the old farmers have a deep foundation in martial arts.

He wore a white long gown and skipped the handsome black military uniform. Chen Yuyang was alone at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain. The breeze was gentle and his clothes were fluttering, like an immortal. His bright eyes kept emitting strange brilliance, with a bottomless feeling.

The ancient bluestone road under your feet and the flowers and trees around you emit a lingering atmosphere. Drops of morning dew slowly overflow, and you are immersed in the scene, as if you have reached a scenic spot of a fairy family. The ancient temple of Shaolin is naturally endless, but today it is very empty, and there are no pilgrims coming.

Chen Yuyang's sarcastic smile appeared on his face and thought to himself: It seems that Shaolin has been prepared for a long time.

Indeed, half a month ago, Shaolin Temple announced that it would not go out of seclusion and refused tourists to come, just to wait for Chen Yuyang to arrive. Facing this most powerful demon king in thousands of years, Shaolin Temple did not dare to slack off at all. This is a kind of respect and a style.

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, when I heard the artistic conception of birds singing and flowers, I couldn't help but make Chen Yuyang ring a poem: All sounds are silent, but only the sound of bells and chimes are heard. This poem is very suitable here. I smiled and lifted my long gown, and I was about to go up to see what tricks the monks in Shaolin Temple were going to play.

But someone behind him called Chen Yuyang, his voice was very soft, with a breathing voice: "Young man, Shaolin Temple has been in seclusion for half a month. Except for us, the ones who deliver vegetables, will not be given to you. You should come back another day!"

Chen Yuyang turned around curiously, looked at the old farmer-like person, and smiled and said, "Old man, I am invited by Shaolin abbot Master Xuanci. On August 15th, today should be Mid-Autumn Festival night!"

The old farmer was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chen Yuyang carefully and said with a smile: "Young man, your outfit is a bit extraordinary, but you are too young. Abbot Xuanci was already famous all over the world fifty years ago. Will someone like him invite you, a young man?"

Chen Yuyang pinched the tip of his nose and laughed. The old farmer also smiled, and said with a simple smile: "Young man, it's not good to lie. Forget it, seeing that you want to go in and take a look, the Buddha will forgive you. I'll take you up!"

Chen Yuyang hurriedly said, "Thank you, old man!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yuyang rushed to pick up the old farmer's vegetable basket. The old farmer praised him with a smile: "There are not many sensible young people like you!" As he said that, he kept patting his hands and feet and laughing awkwardly: "Old, old, I used to go to Shaoshi Mountain without any effort. Now I have to rest several times. I am really old!"

The two went up the mountain one after another. Along the way, the old farmer and Chen Yuyang talked a lot about Shaolin. They lived at the foot of the mountain. They naturally knew the interesting things about Shaolin. As they were talking, they danced: "Young man, do you know? Our family has lived at the foot of Shaolin Mountain for generations, and made a living by giving Shaolin Temple some vegetables. It seems that it has been hundreds of years. Haha, the monks in Shaolin Temple are quite kind. Although our lives are peaceful, they are also free."

Chen Yuyang laughed and said, "Is the old man born this year?"

The old farmer stroked his beard and smiled, "I dare not take it for Gaoshou, but it's eighty and five!"

"Eighty-five?" Chen Yuyang was surprised, and then looked at the old farmer. He couldn't tell that he was eighty-five years old now. He smiled and said, "The old man doesn't look old at all!"

The old farmer smiled proudly and said, "That's right, those of us who live at the foot of Shaolin Mountain are infected with the spiritual energy of Shaolin and are in good health. In addition, Shaolin comes to our foot of the mountain every year to teach us some punching skills and give us some medicines, so we old guys all live well!"

"Then the relationship is good!"

"Yes, yes!" The old farmer nodded quickly, then looked at Chen Yuyang and said, "Young man, it's good to be young. I can actually walk such a long way with so many dishes. Let's take a break. Sit down and smoke a bag of cigarettes. I'll tell you about Shaolin!"

Chen Yuyang was not in a hurry to go up and put down the load. Seeing the old farmer taking out his cigarette pipe, he quickly handed a cigar and said, "Old man, please smoke me!"

The old farmer glanced at it, then shook his head and said, "Young people just like to admire foreign countries. This thing is foreign goods! There is no good tobacco grown by home. To tell you the truth, there is a large tobacco field at the foot of Shaolin Mountain. The tobacco there is very good. Even the worst one was bought by the tobacco company. He said that he would use this to make a cigarette of Jiuwu. Damn, after I asked, I found out that the pack of cigarettes actually costs 100 yuan, which is simply a robbery of money."

He said that the old farmer lit his tobacco pot and took a sip and said, "Young man, this is the good tobacco at the foot of the mountain, all of which are fine leaf tobacco. It is much better than the smoke of the Nine Five Lords. Come and try it!"

As he said that, the old farmer handed the tobacco pot to Chen Yuyang. Chen Yuyang was not polite and took a sip. It was indeed full of charm. It was much better than the tobacco foam in the cigarette. The smell was a bit like the smell of cigarettes, which was extremely mellow. The old farmer looked at Chen Yuyang excitedly and said, "How is it?"

Chen Yuyang smiled and returned the tobacco pot to the old farmer, saying, "Old man, this is the smell of a little panda for cigarettes!"

The old farmer smiled proudly and said, "You kid, you know the goods, you really know the goods. Do you know? A small part of the cigarettes smoked by those leaders were taken from us, but the tobacco we here is better than tobacco supply. The good tobacco leaves were taken away by us farmers, and the leaders smoked second-class cigarettes!"

Before we knew it, it was almost noon. The old farmer silently patted his body and the scattered tobacco and said, "Young man, we have a rest, let's go!"

Chen Yuyang said: "Okay!"

The two of them appeared on the mountain road one after another, looking extremely harmonious.hf();
Chapter completed!