"There are many people who have been able to enter Southern Shaolin over the years, and you are the fastest response I have ever seen."

The monk slowly lowered his figure and landed on the white marble steps.

Said to Qin Bei with a smile.

Qin Bei hadn't answered yet, and the monk didn't know what mechanism he had touched.

With a sound of kaka, the scenery in front of Qin Bei changed again.

The white marble steps disappeared in front of Qin Bei.

Instead, there is a mossy bluestone pavement, which is not very high, about two meters.

The bluestone road is about five meters long, and at the end of the road, there are two antique gates, and the copper nails on them are faintly green patina, which looks very old.

The gate is not too high, the plaque in the middle has some mottled traces, and the three vigorous and powerful characters of the Shaolin Temple are written on it, the black plaque, the golden handwriting, flashing a certain luster in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Please come in." The monk made a gesture of please: "Uncle Mentally Handicapped should be in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to comprehend the Buddhist scriptures at this time." ”

Qin Bei stepped forward, and just when he walked to the gate, the monk raised his hand, stopped in front of Qin Bei, and said, "Where is the patient?" ”

Qin Bei sighed, swirled the mustard seed ring, and secretly summoned Tang Yinyue and Amu out.

The monk was obviously stunned, his eyes looked at the ring on Qin Bei's hand with some surprise, and said in surprise: "Mustard seed ring?!" How can you have a mustard ring? Or is it a mustard ring that can hold a living person?! ”

This monk is obviously also quite knowledgeable, not only knowing the mustard seed vows, but also knowing that not all mustard seed vows can have the energy to accommodate living people.

In fact, the vast majority of mustard seed rings, which should be called storage rings, are used to open up a portable outer space, although it is quite difficult to make, but in some ancient martial arts sects, it is not impossible to have.

It's just that only the highest-end mustard seed ring can have the possibility of accommodating living people, and the general mustard seed ring is probably more of a carry-on package, and if you want to let the living person in, you have to suffocate inside.

It can be seen that the mustard seed ring in northern Qinbei is still quite advanced.

Fortunately, the monks of Southern Shaolin do not have the greed that ordinary people should have for this kind of thing outside the body.

The monk was only slightly surprised, and his eyes fell on the driver, Amu.

Pinching his chin and looking at it for a while, the monk said that he couldn't see what Amu's condition was.

How could the patient created by Qin Bei himself be easily seen by others?

Maybe within this enchantment space, Qin Bei's kung fu may not be the best, but even if the mentally retarded master stands in front of Qin Bei, if he talks about medical skills alone, Qin Bei will not necessarily be weaker than the mentally retarded master!

The monk rubbed his shiny bald head twice, and led the way in front without saying a word.

Qin Bei knew that he had passed this level again.

Patting Amu on the shoulder, Qin Bei whispered, "Thank you for your hard work." Stick to it, and it's okay right away. ”

Tang Yinyue couldn't help but look around.

"The dignified and upright leader, the mountain gate of Southern Shaolin is nothing more than that, it is so dilapidated!"

Tang Yinyue pursed her lips and said, the temple in front of her was barren and withered, and it was even more magnificent than the Tang Gate in Shuzhong.

"The advantage of Southern Shaolin is in people." Qin Beidao: "Many masters are in charge, as the so-called mountain is not high, there is a dragon and a spirit." ”

In the eyes of Qin Bei, although the temples of Southern Shaolin are dilapidated, they are faintly treasured*, which makes people can't help but be in awe.

Surrounded by aura, the treasure light looms, and even if those temples are dilapidated, they can't hide the holy place of Buddhism.

It's a pity that Qin Bei is going to do something not very * here......

"That's it ahead." The monk stopped and pointed to a two-story civil engineering building in front of him, "I can only take you here, as for whether the mentally handicapped uncle can agree to see you, that is the mentally handicapped uncle's own business, it all depends on whether you have this fate, and I can't do anything about it." ”

Qin Bei thanked him, but he didn't even dare to say it.

Along the way, I didn't even see a single figure.

There was an eerie silence all around.

In a window above the attic, there was a faint sound of chanting.

The voice is deep and penetrating.

The guiding monk was just about to leave when he suddenly pricked up his ears as if he had heard something.

Suddenly, his face changed, "Fellow donors, I have encountered a little trouble in the South Shaolin Mountain Gate, I need to deal with it, please take care of it." ”

After the monk finished speaking, he didn't care about his image, turned around and ran away quickly.

"It seems that someone is trying to break in violently." Qin Bei also vaguely heard a little movement, but this had nothing to do with Qin Bei, so Qin Bei didn't care, and took the two of them, stepped on the creaking wooden ladder, and walked up to the second floor of the attic.

At the door of the second floor of the attic, there is an inconspicuous small sign, which reads: "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" three not very big ink characters, turn a corridor, suddenly open up in front of you, a space of at least hundreds of square meters appeared in front of everyone.

Surrounded by bookshelves more than two meters high, there are many line-bound ancient books on the shelves, but there is no dust, either they are cleaned more diligently, or people often read them.

Near the window, there was a crumbling wooden table, and beside it there was a low stool, but the low stool was lying there on all fours, and no one was sitting on it.

In this empty room, the only bald head except for Qin Bei and the others was a man in his sixties, and at this time, the old man was nailed to the ground with his feet firmly on his horse, looking at a scripture book spread out on the desk.

"Look here......" Qin Bei pointed casually, but saw that under the old man's feet, he vaguely fell into two or three centimeters, obviously working hard, often standing in the same position, and even stepped on the ground with two clear footprints!

Of course, it is also possible that his own dark energy cultivation has reached the peak state, and with one step on his feet, he can step on the ground and mark it by more than two centimeters.

It doesn't matter which one it is, this old man's skills are definitely profound.

The old man seemed to have fallen into some kind of state of concentration, and his mind had already penetrated into the Buddhist scripture in front of him and had some understanding.

did not notice the arrival of Qin Bei and the others.

Tang Yinyue was about to speak, but was stopped by Qin Bei.

The three of them waited quietly at the door.

The old man kept walking on his horse, intently reading the scriptures.

The kung fu of this hard bridge and hard horse alone is not comparable to ordinary people.

"I'm ...... I really can't bear it......" Amu's illness flared up, his whole body was sore, numb and painful, there was no good place, he could endure it just now, but now he couldn't bear it anymore, and he screamed repeatedly.

Hearing Amu's shout, the old man came back to his senses, his eyes glanced at the three of Qin Bei, and finally landed on Amu.

"The three donors, come to Southern Shaolin to find the old man, are they here to entertain the old man?"

The mentally handicapped master closed the scriptures, put away his horse steps, frowned and said slowly.

"Don't dare, I'm really uncomfortable!" Amudu was about to cry.

The mentally handicapped master smiled slightly, slowly walked to Amu's side, and patted Amu a few times before saying, "This benefactor, you are not a disease, but someone is plotting against you. This trick is like one of my old friends, well, let me think about it......"

The mentally handicapped master pondered for a moment and said: "This is the symptom caused by the Seven Emotions Acupuncture Method, a unique method of the Immortal Doctor Sect - with the consistent style of the Immortal Doctor Sect to help the world and save people, it will not let people bear this kind of pain in vain, so the old man speculated, you are deliberately here to entertain the old man, do you want to test the old man's medical skills, is it as effective as the legend?" ”

Alas, I'll go!

Qin Bei's eyes almost popped out, if this is mentally retarded, the rest of the people in this world, I'm afraid they are all mentally retarded, and there is no normal person!

The mentally handicapped master was just a casual glance and saw through the situation set up by Qin Bei.

"Little friend, please be seated...... You're Xu Muchi's disciple, right? The mentally handicapped master smiled slightly, turned his face to Qin Bei and said.

Qin Bei's eyes loomed with murderous intent for a while, this old monk simply had a pair of see-through eyes! Even if Nima was a clairvoyant eye, it was impossible for him to see his true identity so quickly, right?

"Why, you still want to kill the old man?" The mentally handicapped master's face was calm, as if he was telling a small thing that had nothing to do with him.

The corners of Qin Bei's mouth twitched, even if he didn't admit it at this time, it didn't make any sense, he took out the silver needle, pricked a few stitches on Amu's body first, relieved Amu's pain, and then turned back.

Although he did not deceive the mentally retarded master, Amu's existence, after all, allowed Qin Bei to successfully approach the mentally retarded master, and from this point of view, Qin Bei was not a loss.

"This little benefactor, now you can tell me, why did you come here after so much effort to get close to the old man?" The mentally retarded master looks like I've seen through you a long time ago.

"Here's the thing." Qin Beidao, "The big devil Yang Lian, was seriously injured under the joint efforts of righteous people, as far as I know, there are only three people in this world who can treat Yang Lian's injuries, and the mentally handicapped master is one of them. ”

The mentally handicapped master muttered, "What do you mean, do you want me to refuse to treat Yang Lian?" ”

Qin Bei nodded and said, "That's right, I hope the master can agree." ”

The mentally handicapped master shook his head and said, "I'm afraid this is difficult, I practice medicine in order to save the world." ”

Qin Beidao: "But that demon Yang Lian has caused boundless slaughter to the common people in the world!" ”

The mentally handicapped master said, "That's also the fate of those people in this life. After all the bad things in the previous life, he was killed by the demon in this life, and the so-called six reincarnations are nothing more than that. Yang Lian is the same, he can find here, it is his fate, he will do bad things in this life, and he will fall into the animal path in the next life, and he will not be reincarnated...... I treat him, and it is also my fate, and everything cannot be forced. ”

Qin Bei: "......"

Alas, I'm going, no wonder he's mentally retarded, it turns out that he's really mentally retarded!

How many Buddhist scriptures do you have to read to come up with this kind of idiot-like theory!

Qin Bei clenched his fists and leaned in front of the mentally handicapped master: "Master, promise me, there is candy to eat......"

"Do you think I'm going to fall for such a clumsy trick?" The mentally retarded master was choked by Qin Bei's anger, "The trick of deceiving children, even if the old man is really mentally retarded, he won't believe you...... Alas, I'm going, what are you doing?! ”

The mentally handicapped master screamed in surprise, and the next moment, he only felt that his eyes were dark.

Completely plunged into boundless darkness.