Shaolin Temple.
It was indeed the orthodox martial arts school.
The origin of martial arts.
Looking up.
A majestic mountain gate stood proudly in front of it.
The location of the gate was very special. It was at the top of the stone steps, and behind the stone steps was an open space.
Therefore, when standing at the bottom of the stone steps and looking up at the gate, one would not see Shaolin's Mahavira Hall. Instead, one would see the sky.
It felt like the sky was behind the gate of Shaolin Temple.
The visual was quite shocking.
Although Li Wuyou was still calm, he could hear the Hana School disciples exclaiming in low voices.
As the crowd entered the Shaolin Temple.
The situation was even more extraordinary.
The Mahavira Hall was magnificent.
Looking along the open door, there was a giant Buddha made of pure gold.
It was sitting there cross-legged.
Looking down at the people coming in, its face was compassionate and its eyes were kind.
There were countless lofty arhats on both sides.
Along with the Buddha's voice and the incense, it gave people a sense of tranquility.
"Amitabha."
Zhixiang Monk did not lead the crowd into the Mahavira Hall.
After all, they did not come here to worship Buddha.
He just stopped at the gate of the Mahavira Hall and bowed to Buddha.
The Hana School people also bowed.
This was their respect for Buddha.
"If you were really kind, why would you waste gold and silver to build yourself?"
"Ridiculous."
Although Li Wuyou also bowed, it was just a pretense.
In his heart, he thought of Xiaoyun Temple that he had destroyed.
The monk back then.
Today's Shaolin.
They were just jackals of the same tribe.
In the name of Buddha, they harvested believers to satisfy their own selfish desires.
The belief of mortals was just a joke.
A group of poor mediocre people who did not know how to overcome the sky with their own strength, but wanted to rely on Buddha to fulfill their wishes.
Sad.
"Master Lu, this way please."
Later.
Zhixiang Monk led Li Wuyou and the others around the Hall of Great Strength, and then went to the residence prepared for them.
The Shaolin Temple had stood tall in Jianghu for thousands of years.
This area was naturally vast.
There were also many residences.
Hana School's position in the Jianghu was not bad, so the location was not bad.
Southwest of the Hall of Great Strength, there was a place called Chimeric Garden.
There were more than a dozen rooms.
It had already been tidied up by the little novice monk.
It was big enough to accommodate all the students of Hana School.
"This old monk has already ordered someone to prepare a vegetarian meal. Someone will send it over soon. Everyone has traveled a long way and must be tired. You can rest well after the meal."
Zhixiang Monk said with a peaceful face.
"If there's anything you need, feel free to inform Shaolin's disciples. They'll help you out."
"Thank you, Abbot."
Li Wuyou cupped his hands.
Lu Zhong Yun led the disciples away and made arrangements for the necessary matters.
Li Wuyou and Zhixiang Monk walked out of Chimeric Garden together, as a farewell.
"Master Abbot, this junior has something to ask."
When they walked out, Li Wuyou cupped his hands again and asked.
"I wonder if you have time?"
"Master Lu, please speak."
Zhixiang Monk stopped and put his palms together.
"This old monk will tell you everything he knows."
"Thank you, Master."
Li Wuyou looked up at the white clouds in the sky, and his voice was full of anticipation.
"This junior would like to ask Abbot, do you know anything about ascending the Gate of Heaven? Or, does the Shaolin Temple have any records about this? This junior would like to know more. "
Li Wuyou naturally could not directly talk about the fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven.
He did not have such a relationship with the old monk.
He revealed a little now just to test the old monk's attitude.
"The Gate of Heaven?"
Zhixiang Monk looked up at Li Wuyou and exclaimed.
"Master Lu's ambition is extraordinary."
Ordinary people would not think about these things at all.
Unless they had the chance to ascend the Gate of Heaven.
Even Abbot Zhixiang himself did not have this qualification.
Because he had no hope of ascending the Gate of Heaven.
And now Li Wuyou had this hope.
At such a young age, his strength was already extraordinary. It was only a matter of time before he stepped into the Vajra Realm.
Perhaps he could really break through the Gate of Heaven.
It was normal for him to ask this question.
Zhixiang Monk was a little surprised and envious.
"Please enlighten me, Master."
Li Wuyou's attitude was respectful, and his face was sincere. He bowed and asked for guidance.
"This old monk will be rude."
Zhixiang Monk's eyes flickered, and he shook his head slightly and sighed.
"Hundreds of years ago, there was indeed an Arhat in Shaolin who ascended the Gate of Heaven, but … sigh!"
"At that time, that Arhat had been living in seclusion in the back of the mountain for many years and did not care about worldly affairs. The entire Shaolin Temple did not know about the Gate of Heaven in advance. It happened suddenly."
"So, unfortunately, Shaolin did not leave many records."
"In this regard, there is no way to answer Master Lu."
Zhixiang Monk of course knew some secrets about the Gate of Heaven.
The Shaolin Temple had existed for thousands of years, and its foundation was definitely much deeper than the Hana School's.
But he did not want to say.
Why could Li Wuyou ascend the Gate of Heaven?
And he could not?
Moreover, if Li Wuyou really ascended the Gate of Heaven in the future, the Hana School would grow into a new martial arts holy land.
Suppressing Shaolin.
That would also be disadvantageous to Shaolin.
So, Zhixiang Monk would not reveal a word.
But he could not show it.
At this point, he hesitated for a moment and said,
"However, the ancestors in the back of the mountain should know something. This old monk will ask on behalf of Master Lu. If there is any news, I will definitely reply to Master Lu as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Master."
Li Wuyou looked at Zhixiang Monk's expression and slightly cupped his hands.
After pausing for a moment, he suddenly added, "That's right.
"Since Master wants to help me ask, then can you help me ask about the Fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven?"
“？”
When Zhixiang Monk heard about the Fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven, he frowned unconsciously, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.
However, this trace of change in his eyes was quickly covered up by him.
He put his hands together, lowered his head to avoid Li Wuyou's gaze, and then said in a deep voice,
"Fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven, this is the first time this old monk has heard of it. Well, I will ask the ancestors in the back of the mountain to see if they know anything."
"Thank you, Master."
Li Wuyou once again cupped his hands.
However, this time, a trace of a smile flashed in his eyes.
When he heard Zhixiang Monk's answer that Shaolin had little information about this, Li Wuyou did not believe it at all.
He deliberately said the words "Fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven".
He wanted to see Zhixiang Monk's reaction.
As expected, he did not let him down.
Li Wuyou caught all the changes in the latter's eyes with his sharp spirit.
That kind of shock and then trying to hide it.
This meant that there was a problem.
The old monk knew about the Fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven and many things about ascending the Gate of Heaven.
And he just did not want to tell him.
"Ha."
Li Wuyou was not angry about this.
What Zhixiang Monk did was human nature.
He understood.
Maybe it was jealousy.
Or maybe it was for Shaolin's sake.
After all, there was a reason to stop him from ascending the Gate of Heaven.
However, understanding was one thing. Li Wuyou still had to get what he wanted.
"I know that you know. That's enough."
"It doesn't matter whether you say it or not."
"After all, I have a way to get all the things you know."
He looked at Zhixiang Monk's back and sneered softly.
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