Shaolin Temple.

It is worthy of being the authentic martial arts world.

The place where martial arts originated.

Look up.

A magnificent mountain gate stands proudly.

The location of the mountain gate is very special, just at the top of the stone steps, and behind the stone steps is an open space.

Therefore, when you stand under the stone steps and look up at the mountain gate, you will not see the Main Hall of Shaolin, but you will see a sky and clouds.

That feeling was like the sky behind the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple.

The visual sense is quite shocking.

Although Li Wuyou was still calm, he could hear that the disciples of the Huajian Sect all exclaimed in a low voice.

And as everyone entered the Shaolin Temple.

This situation is even more extraordinary.

The Great Hall is magnificent.

Looking through the open hall door, there is a giant Buddha made of pure gold.

It sat cross-legged there.

He looked down at the people coming in, with a compassionate face and a kind look.

There are countless arhats on both sides.

As the sound of Buddha lingers and the incense lingers, it gives people a sense of tranquility that comes to their faces.

"Amitabha."

Monk Zhixiang did not bring everyone into the Main Hall.

After all, they did not come to worship Buddha specifically.

He just paused far away at the door of the Main Hall and saluted the Buddha.

The Huajian Sect also bowed.

This is respect for the Buddha.

"If you are so kind, how could you waste gold and silver to cast your body?"

"ridiculous."

Although Li Wuyou bowed, he just pretended.

In his heart, he thought of Xiaoyun Temple, which he had destroyed by himself.

The monk at that time.

Today's Shaolin.

They are all birds of a feather.

Just relying on the name of Buddha, reap believers and satisfying one's own selfish desires.

Ordinary beliefs are just a joke.

I am pitiful to a group of mediocre people who do not know how to defeat heaven with their own strength, but they try to rely on immortals and Buddhas to achieve their wishes.

sorrow.

"Please, please, Master Lu."

Later.

Monk Zhixiang took Li Wuyou and others around the Main Hall and then went to the residence prepared for them.

Shaolin Temple has stood in the world for thousands of years.

This area is naturally vast.

There are also many residences.

The Huajian School has a good position in the world, so the location is also well arranged.

In the southwest of the Main Hall, there is a place called Wuwang Garden.

More than a dozen wing rooms.

It has been cleaned up by Xiaoshami.

Enough to accommodate all the disciples of the Huajian Sect.

"I have already ordered someone to prepare vegetarian food, and someone will be delivered later. You guys traveled a long distance and traveled a long way. I must be tired, so I can rest with peace of mind after the meal."

Monk Zhixiang's face was full of peace and said,

"If you have any needs, you can also notify my Shaolin disciples at any time, and they will help you solve it."

"Thank you, abbot."

Li Wuyou bowed.

Lu Zhongyun took his disciples away and arranged the things he deserved.

Li Wuyou walked out of this Wuwang Garden with Monk Zhixiang, which was considered a respectful gift.

"Master Abbot, I have something to ask for advice."

When he went out, Li Wuyou bowed again and asked,

"I wonder, do you have time?"

"President Lu, please speak."

Monk Zhixiang set his mind, clasped his hands together, Tao,

"I know everything I can say."

"Thank you, Master."

Li Wuyou glanced at the white clouds above his head, his voice full of expectations, said,

"I would like to ask the abbot whether I know something about the Heavenly Gate? Or, is there any records in Shaolin Temple? I want to know something about this."

Naturally, Li Wuyou cannot directly talk about the fragments of the Kingdom of Heaven.

He and the old monk have not had this friendship yet.

Now I just want to explore the latter's tone first.

"Tianmen?"

Monk Zhixiang looked up at Li Wuyou, exclaimed,

"President Lu's ambitions are extraordinary."

Most people don't think about these things at all.

Unless, those who have the chance to ascend to the Heavenly Gate.

Abbot Zhixiang himself does not have this qualification.

Because he has no hope of reaching the gate of heaven.

And now Li Wuyou has this hope.

At a young age, he is already extraordinary in strength, and it is only a matter of time before he enters the realm of Vajra.

The Heaven Gate may really be broken.

It is normal for him to ask this question.

Monk Zhixiang was a little surprised and envious.

"Please help me solve my doubts."

Li Wuyou had a respectful attitude and a pious expression, and bowed to ask for advice.

"I'm going to be rude."

Monk Zhixiang's eyes flashed, shook his head slightly, and sighed,

"Shaolin did have an Arhat who had emerged hundreds of years ago and was promoted to the Heavenly Gate, but...ahhh!"

"At that time, the Arhat had lived in seclusion in the back mountain for many years, without caring about the world and climbing to the sky gate, and the entire Shaolin Temple did not know in advance, and things happened suddenly."

"So, unfortunately, Shaolin did not leave too many records."

"In this regard, there is no way to answer President Lu."

Of course, Monk Zhixiang knew some secrets about climbing to heaven.

Shaolin Temple has existed for thousands of years, and its foundation is definitely much deeper than the Huajian School.

But he didn't want to say it.
To be continued...