Zhixiang Monk left.
Li Wuyou returned to his residence.
The residence that the Shaolin Temple arranged for him was not bad.
It was in the front hall and the back room.
The furnishings and decorations inside were also complete.
Moreover, this direction was facing the south.
There was nothing in front of him. It was spacious and had a good view.
Behind it, there was a mountain wilderness.
It should be the back mountain that the old monk mentioned.
"There should be a lot of old bald donkeys in the Vajra Realm here."
Li Wuyou opened the back window and looked at the vast mountain.
"Then, it may be a little troublesome to retrieve the old monk's memory and the secret about the fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven here."
Li Wuyou furrowed his brows and muttered to himself.
"I'm not qualified with my current strength."
"But I'm not in a hurry."
As his eyes flickered, Li Wuyou chuckled again and said to himself.
"When I reach the Vajra Realm, I'll be in charge of the government. Destroying Shaolin is just a matter of a snap of my fingers."
"The most important thing now is to get the top prize in Jianghu done."
"By the way, when I see the Celestial Gong in the Land of Endless Hardships, I'll inquire more about the fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven."
Creak!
Li Wuyou closed the door casually and sat cross-legged.
He meditated and rested.
He didn't dare to cultivate here.
This place was close to the back mountain. It would be bad if he was secretly watched by a Vajra Realm master and his secret was discovered.
He had to be more careful for a while.
…
In the back mountain of the Shaolin Temple.
It was an extremely secluded place.
There was a cliff in the south. It was a hundred feet high and seemed to have been split open by a knife.
Occasionally, two old trees stretched out from the cracks of the stone wall.
They were crooked.
They looked like they were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
On such a cliff, there was a stone staircase that led from the bottom to the top.
The stone staircase wasn't wide.
It was only enough for one person to pass.
It was at an angle of about 45 degrees, and it led to the top of the building.
Zhixiang Monk was on the staircase.
He clasped his hands together and walked up the stairs slowly.
In fact, with his strength, he could directly cross all the steps in a single step.
But he couldn't.
At the end of the stairs was the oldest and most powerful senior monk of the Shaolin Temple.
Withered Glory.
It was Shaolin's legacy from two thousand years ago.
In order to show his respect.
Anyone who climbed to the top of the cliff had to take one step at a time.
It couldn't be omitted.
He couldn't use his Buddhist True Qi either.
About an hour later.
Zhixiang Monk walked to the top of the cliff. There was a cave that looked like it had been dug out by man.
The cave entrance was neat and tidy.
It was deep and dark inside.
"Grandmaster."
Zhixiang Monk bowed at the entrance of the cave. He didn't go in, but said in a low voice.
"The headmaster of the Hana School mentioned the Fragment of Heaven today."
This was a matter of great importance.
Zhixiang Monk knew the secret of the fragment of Kingdom of Heaven.
Over the years, the Shaolin Temple had secretly sent people to search for this thing.
Everything originated from this Grandmaster Withered Glory.
Therefore, he came to report as soon as possible.
"Amitabha."
A hoarse voice came from the cave. It sounded like an old bellows, but it was also full of emptiness.
"Let's wait and see."
"Yes!"
Zhixiang Monk nodded slightly. He didn't ask or say anything.
After bowing again, he walked down the stairs again.
This figure gradually disappeared into the distance.
In the end, he disappeared into the mountains.
The setting sun seemed to be pouring down.
Some of the red sunlight shone into the depths of the cave.
The light was narrow and long.
The situation inside the cave gradually revealed a little.
Although it was still blurry and dim, the situation inside could be barely seen clearly.
This was a stone room that was dozens of feet square.
It was square and square.
There was nothing.
There was only a stone platform.
On the stone platform, there was a withered Vajra Grass.
The sword-shaped leaves were withered and yellow.
Even the roots were completely devoid of water. The scales covering the surface were also dry and shriveled.
It should have been dead for a long time.
Opposite the Vajra Grass.
Below the stone platform.
His back was facing the entrance of the cave.
An old monk was sitting cross-legged.
The light and shadow shone on his back. One could vaguely see the side of his face.
It was strange and eerie.
The left side of his face was already devoid of flesh.
Revealing the eerie white bones.
One could even see some teeth and bones, as well as eye sockets.
And the skull.
And his neck was completely covered with only bones. It was white and shone with some halo.
There was no flesh, blood vessels, meridians, and so on.
It was like a skeleton.
Or rather, half of a skeleton.
However, the right side of his face was no different from an ordinary person's.
His skin was fair and crystal clear like jade.
He seemed to be a young man in his teens.
One of his eyes was closed.
It was as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
This was the legend of Shaolin, Withered Glory.
Two thousand years ago.
He was once a monk who swept the floor of the Shaolin Temple.
He swept the floor of the Sutra Pavilion for thirty years.
Later, he studied countless Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist doctrines.
One day, he had an epiphany and became a Buddha.
Naturally, he managed to cultivate the Shaolin Temple's most terrifying, terrifying, and unfathomable Scripture of Life and Death.
Every year, one year, one year, one year.
His weight increased with each passing day.
Half a year to live, half a year to die.
One level per year.
Then, it only took him a few decades to cultivate from an ordinary monk to the ninth stage of the Vajra Realm.
He became the person who guarded Shaolin's temple.
"The fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven has reappeared in the Jianghu. Perhaps it's time for another person to ascend the Gate of Heaven."
Amidst the flickering lights, Monk Ku Rong spoke in a hoarse voice.
Then, he opened his eyes.
A dim light flickered in his remaining eye.
The Life and Death Scripture that he cultivated was exceptionally peculiar.
The cultivation at the front was extremely fast.
In just a few decades, one could enter the ninth stage of the Vajra Realm, which was the peak of this world.
However, the last step of cultivation was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
He had to comprehend the Withering and Thriving Upanishad to restore his body, which had become white bones.
Only then would it be considered complete.
Now, 2,000 years had passed.
He hid in the cave and focused on comprehending, watching as the world changed.
He finally gained something.
His original skeleton body had now recovered 90% of its flesh and blood.
Only half of his face was left.
Soon, he would be able to fully recover.
"Once I've mastered the Withering and Thriving Upanishad, I'll have the strength to open the Gate of Heaven."
"2,000 years."
"I can finally go to the Kingdom of Heaven and serve the real Buddha."
Monk Ku Rong muttered to himself. On this half of his face, there was a smile that could not be concealed.
It was even fanatical.
During these 2,000 years of meditation, he saw several people open the Gate of Heaven.
People from the Land of Endless Suffering.
People from the Hana School.
Even rogue cultivators.
There was also an Arhat from the Shaolin Temple.
They ascended to the Kingdom of Heaven.
They attracted the attention of the world!
Ku Rong looked at them one by one. He had long been impatient.
Now, the fragment of the Kingdom of Heaven finally reappeared in the Jianghu.
It reappeared in the world.
The Gate of Heaven was about to open.
This time, his Life and Thriving Scripture was finally about to be mastered.
He must, must, must, must not miss it.
"I wonder who is the one who wants to make a monk robe for me."
Boom!
His voice gradually faded, and then he disappeared from the cave.
The next moment.
A strange and vast Divine Soul Power rushed out of the cave.
Then, like a wave.
It rushed to the place where the disciples of the Hana School lived.
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