Night, the cold moon hovers high!
During the day, the bustling Shaolin Temple is exceptionally quiet at night.
Li Chen, looking at the stele which reads "The First Ancient Temple in the World" in grand forceful characters, paused briefly before striding forward into the temple.
Halfway, a slight movement caught his ear, the noise of voices drifted in.
It was Cheng Hai and a few others trying to climb over the wall into Shaolin Temple to steal the Arhat Fruit, but they were discovered by the night-duty monks and chased out.
Li Chen chuckled and shook his head, continuing on his way.
Just as he entered the main gate of the temple, a loud shout came.
"Halt, leave immediately. Shaolin Temple is a restricted area, do not trespass!"
Immediately, five or six martial monks wielding wooden sticks surrounded him.
