From eunuch to villain actor

Dong Yi already had a preliminary plan on how to allow himself to enter Southern Shaolin with a reasonable identity.

According to the customary rules of ancient temples, there are basically wandering monks in all temples, big or small.

If he pretended to be a wandering monk, he would indeed be able to sneak into Southern Shaolin, but it was very difficult to kill Tan Zhi quietly.

But you can design yourself to gain Tan Zhi's trust first, and almost no one has enough guard against acquaintances.

As long as I stay in Southern Shaolin long enough, there are plenty of opportunities for Tan Zhi to die!

Thinking of this, Dong Yi turned on the system.

"Ding! It is detected that the host intends to change the script Shaolin Wuwang, do you want to enter the plot trial immediately?"

"Note: To change the script, you need to spend 5 domineering points, and the completion of the plot must be higher than that of the original to be judged successful. There is no upper limit to the number of times you can enter the plot trial after changing the script, and the single time limit is 24 hours."

In the last plot trial, because of too many mistakes, I only got three domineering points.

Fortunately, the last time was a chance to give it away for free after getting the script.

If I don't perform so perfectly this time, I'm afraid I will make a loss-making business.

Taking a deep breath, Dong Yi shouted in a deep voice.

"Enter!"

As soon as his voice fell, the scene in front of him began to change constantly.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a pitch-black mountain forest, and there was already thick fog in the air.

Almost ten meters away, there was no one to be seen, and Dong Yi looked at his attire.

A worn-out cane, an old and dark human skin mask, and a few messy beards under his cheeks.

His figure was also almost rickety, and his thin monk clothes looked extremely shabby in the mountains and forests at night.

Dong Yi listened to the sound of chanting, and then walked in that direction. Along the way, he tried to imitate the old man's movements as much as possible.

Because once you go to South Shaolin, if you don't get used to this attire, what awaits you is a catastrophe.

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Because it was dark and the road was slippery, Dong Yi deliberately fell a few times, and his whole body was covered with thick dust.

When they came to the gate of Nan Shaolin with lanterns hanging in front of the gate, there were two little novice monks standing at the gate at night.

Dong Yi coughed a few times, then walked out tremblingly from behind the woods.

The forest is only about [-] meters away from the gate of South Shaolin, but Dong Yi walked very slowly, and even moved forward inch by inch in the end.

The moment the two young monks saw Dong Yi, they picked up the sticks in their hands and shouted in childish voices.

"Who is coming!"

When the two saw that it was an old man, they dropped their guard almost at the same time.

After one of the young novice monks went to invite the abbot, the other young novice monk quickly came to Dong Yi, stretched out his hand to lift him up, and asked with concern.

"Grandpa, the night is deep and the mountain roads are difficult, why did you come to my Southern Shaolin?"

Seeing that the little novice seemed to have relaxed his vigilance, in Dong Yi's view, the guard in his eyes was obvious.

Apparently, his recent actions have made the whole South Shaolin panic, and they are extremely wary of the appearance of strangers.

Dong Yi coughed heavily, and the little novice patted his back lightly.

After a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Actually, I am also an old monk. It took me more than half a year to come to the Southern Shaolin just to discuss Buddhism with the abbot."

After seeing the ring scar on Dong Yi's head, the little novice nods his head without doubting Dong Yi's answer.

"It turned out that the master was in person, and the little monk was unreasonable just now."

Dong Yi didn't expect that his qualifications could be ranked as the master ancestor, and his heart was moved for a while.

After he entered Southern Shaolin, he could rely on the old to sell the old, although the abbot must be about the same age as he thought.

But since he was a guest from afar, the abbot would not refuse his request.

Dong Yi waved his hand slightly, and spoke weakly.

"No problem, no problem, it's just that Southern Shaolin is an important place for Buddhism, why are you so vigilant? Could it be that something happened in Southern Shaolin recently?"

The little novice felt a bit embarrassed when he heard the words. The abbot had warned them that all information about Nan Shaolin should not be mentioned to outsiders.

But in the face of the seniors who are also monks, if he conceals it, it will appear that Nan Shaolin is a bit petty.

He hesitated for a while, not knowing and how to answer Dong Yi's question.

Fortunately, at this time, a rather majestic voice sounded.

"Who came to my South Shaolin late at night?"

I saw an old monk wearing a purple cassock with kind eyebrows and kind eyes appearing at the gate of South Shaolin.

The little novice next to Dong Yi hurriedly put his palms together, bowed his head and saluted.

"Join the abbot."

The old monk nodded slightly, and returned a salute, looking at Dong Yi with probing eyes.

Although his eyes did not reveal any aggressive gaze, Dong Yi still had the feeling of being seen through.

This feeling, even from Tong Dabao, has never been seen before.

Is this the essence of Buddhism?

Although Dong Yi was taken aback, his expression never moved in the slightest. Apart from the cover of the human skin mask, what was more important was his affirmation of his own identity.

If you want others to think you are someone else, you must first convince yourself that you are him.

"Cough cough cough! Little monk joins the abbot."

With the sound of coughing several times, Dong Yi's eyes became a little loose, looking like a kite with a broken string, as if it was in danger of falling down at any moment.

The little novice hurriedly spoke for him: "Abbot, this master said that he wandered here, and it took him half a year to come to Southern Shaolin just to talk about Buddhism with you."

Master Shantong narrowed his eyes slightly, and withdrew his gaze from looking at Dong Yi.

Under my gaze just now, the other party did not show the slightest timidity, and there was still excitement in his eyes, it really looked like he had wandered here.

But recently, Nan Shaolin is troubled, and one more thing is worse than one less thing, and this is Nan Shaolin's housework.

It's not good to let outsiders know, he waved his hand and said.

"Qingming, Qingjing, help this wandering monk to the meditation room, so that he can recuperate, and make plans tomorrow."

Hearing the words, the two young novice monks clasped their hands together and responded.

"Yes, Abbot."

Dong Yi was overjoyed when he heard the words, it was done!

Chapter 106

In the early morning of the next day, Dong Yi was woken up by the sound of the bell.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of majestic chanting. As a monk, there are morning and evening classes that need to be done every day.

Morning class and evening class are almost chanting scriptures. As an outsider, since I don't need to chant scriptures now.

Dong Yi put on the mask again, then tremblingly left his meditation room, and began to observe the terrain of Southern Shaolin.

If you want to implement your plan, in addition to establishing a good relationship with the abbot, you must also have a clear and clear concept of the organizational structure of Southern Shaolin.

Apart from the smaller temples, the hierarchy of the Northern and Southern Shaolin is almost identical.

There are Pagoda Forest, Daxiong Palace, Sutra Pavilion, Bodhidharma Cave, Arhat Hall, Shifang Temple and so on.

And if Dong Yi's expectations are correct, after Tan Zhi changed his name to Fazheng, he has been taking care of the litchi garden at this time.

Because he was a newcomer to South Shaolin, neither his connections nor his talents were appreciated by the abbot of South Shaolin. Now he is almost a low-level figure.

But as long as a period of time passes, Fazheng will completely become the backbone of Southern Shaolin.

It can even control the direction of Southern Shaolin. In Southern Shaolin, there is a person who needs to be wooed by himself.

That is South Shaolin's elder brother, Fa Yan.

According to the setting of the script, this person is actually jealous and crazy, and then often makes things difficult for Fa Zheng, if he can make Fa Yan his subordinate.

It is also more sure when dealing with Fa Zheng, and it can also divide Fa Zheng internally.

Fazheng is in South Shaolin. In fact, he has always had two good helpers. In addition to the three feet in North Shaolin, there is also Fa Neng who he met in South Shaolin.

Fa Neng is timid and timid, and he often slacks off when practicing qigong. Winning him over can allow him to provide him with timely Fa-rectification trends.

But this person can only pretend to be a snake, and cannot directly tell him his purpose.

The reason is that Fa Neng is a person who is often half-hearted, that is, the so-called fence-sitter. He and Fa Yan have a different aversion to Fa Zheng.

So the two need to be treated differently. Of course, the most important thing is that I have to convince the abbot to let me also get into the north leg room he specially set up for Fazheng.

Only in this way can I find the flaw to break the Southern Shaolin martial arts.

When Dong Yi was observing the terrain of South Shaolin, he suddenly heard two steady footsteps.

With a slight movement of his ears, he could tell that one of them belonged to Master Shantong, the abbot.

But he didn't look back but continued to observe the monks who had already started practicing martial arts in the square.

"I went to the meditation room just now, and Qingming said that you had gone out, which made it hard for me to find it."

Dong Yi turned around when he heard the words, bowed to Master Shantong, and said with a smile.

"The water and soil in the Southern Shaolin are extremely nourishing. Last night, I just rested for one night, and my spirit has improved a lot."

Master Shantong smiled and said.

"Senior brother is ridiculously praised, haven't you asked the teacher's name?"

"If it wasn't for the reminder from my junior brother, I would have already forgotten my dharma name, so my junior brother can just call me to enlighten me."

Dong Yi said the words he had thought in his mind.

Before coming to South Shaolin, he had imagined all possible emergencies.

At this time, facing Shantong's inquiries, he was naturally able to answer them fluently.

Master Shantong nodded slightly, pointed to the middle-aged monk beside him, and introduced.

"This is my eldest disciple, the name of the law is strict, if Brother Wu Ming has any orders, just look for him."

Dong Yi heard the words and looked at Fa Yan, and found that he looked like a Buddha, but you can't just look at a person's appearance, the evil in his heart just hasn't been released.

I didn't expect that I hadn't looked for him yet, but he came to the door by himself.

After Master Shantong left, Dong Yi looked at Fa Yan.

"Nephew Fa Yan, how long have you been in Southern Shaolin?"

Although Fa Yan didn't know why Dong Yi asked this question, he still remembered his master's teachings and knew that the person in front of him was of unknown origin.

I sent him to be by his side, and I had to keep an eye on him from time to time.

Apart from not being able to tell him about Nan Shaolin, these unimportant things can naturally be spoken freely.

"Returning to Master Uncle, this little monk has been in Southern Shaolin for 15 years, and now he is ranked as a Senior Brother."

Dong Yi nodded as if he had realized what he said, he naturally knew that a stranger like himself would not gain Nan Shaolin's trust.

But this can actually be polished with time. As long as they see that they have no other movements, they will naturally relax their vigilance.

"Then the master nephew must have mastered Nanquan, right?"

A hint of arrogance flashed across Fa Yan's face when he heard this. For Nanquan, he has practiced Nanquan for ten years since he started.

In the entire Southern Shaolin, there are almost no opponents.

"It's not a big success, but it's easy to deal with some juniors."

Dong Yi smiled and nodded. In his heart, the Southern Fist can be as famous as the Northern Kick, so naturally there is a reason for him.

Now that I have sneaked into Southern Shaolin, if I can often figure it out, I might not be able to find a way to crack it.

But now, what I have to do is to make Fa Yan my own person, even if it is not a pawn on the surface.