Chapter 29

When these basic skills are read by the excited Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan looked pious.

Constantly kowtow.

"Buddha."

"I Shaolin, unexpectedly also have the inheritance and details of martial arts that are only available in a large number of schools."

Xuanyuan was so excited that he couldn't help crying. He didn't dare to dream in just a few days.

Under the leadership of the Abbot's younger martial brother, Shaolin has such a deep-rooted inheritance and heritage of martial arts.

These skills will play a vital role in the future development of Shaolin.

In Shaolin, there was only one four level skill, which was difficult to achieve. Up to now, there are not only the nine level skill, but also the top internal skill, the child holding Buddha skill.

And seven, six, five, four, three, two

Everything in Shaolin is almost from scratch. The rapid development depends on the Abbot's junior brother!

At this moment, Xuanyuan seemed to have seen that Shaolin Temple will be in the near future under the leadership of the holy Abbot's younger martial brother.

Tianjiao has emerged in large numbers, and the martial arts are prosperous, which is respected by all.

"God, muscle bone strengthening exercise, washing the marrow, Joyoung's magic, King Kong's not bad, and dragon elephant's praise, these are all seven products."

Xuangang looked at the skill script in his hand and was as happy as a child in the new year.

Xuanyuan and Xuangang were very excited. Xuanyuan burst into tears and was excited that Shaolin had such a deep inheritance and foundation of martial arts.

Xuangang, a martial arts maniac, is simply happy and can't wait to practice these skills.

This surprise is too big for them!

They didn't think about how these martial arts came from.

Because in the eyes of Xuangang and Xuanyuan, the Abbot's younger martial brother is sacred.

Is the reincarnation of the Buddha.

Is the living Buddha.

"Abbot, it's too difficult to choose only two."

"Give it all to me."

Xuangang's eyes are golden. He doesn't know how to choose. He wants to learn all the skills here.

Can't wait to practice in isolation.

"Too much to chew, first choose two to learn."

"When you finish your study, ask me again."

Xuanxin shook his head at Xuangang. There are not enough skills here.

In the future, there will be 72 unique skills, and in the future, there will be a sutra Pavilion.

Let Xuangang go to the Sutra Pavilion directly.

Anyway, this guy is also a Wuchi.

"Abbot, I choose King Kong not to damage the divine skill and Prajna palm."

After selecting for a long time, Xuan Gang chose a seven level martial arts Vajra not bad divine skill and a six level martial arts Prajna divine palm.

"Abbot, I choose Yi Jin Jing and Wu Xiang Jie Zhi."

After reading it, Xuanyuan also selected his favorite martial arts and skills.

"Go down and understand."

Seeing that they had finished their selection, Xuanxin nodded with satisfaction.

Xuangang and Xuanyuan are the posture of lying dragon and Phoenix. Especially Xuangang will make rapid progress in the martial arts in the future.

In this prosperous world of martial arts, the real thing is still relying on strength.

Shaolin is the best martial arts in the world.

In fact, it refers to the profound foundation and inside information of Shaolin in martial arts.

Xuanxin, as the abbot of Shaolin, is a well deserved absolute core. Taking him as the core, he wants to establish a strong cohesion.

The first is to develop the inheritance of martial arts in Shaolin, and the second is to improve the Buddhist foundation of Shaolin.

This is also a benign development idea of one culture and one martial arts. In the future, Shaolin must be divided into martial monks and literary monks.

Shaolin will recruit disciples in the future, either with good martial arts talent, good Dharma understanding, or talents with great luck.

There's nothing. If you want to join Shaolin, you have to be a factotum disciple and a floor sweeper in Shaolin.

I can't. There are other disciples who are nothing. Gou developed silently in Shaolin and jumped out to pretend to be forced to fight in the face?

"Abbot, someone is coming."

Xuanyuan, who had just left, ran back in a hurry for some reason.

"Someone is coming?"

Xuanxin looked curious. Now Shaolin didn't build roads, and the mountain roads are difficult to travel. People are very strange.

Is it difficult that Shaolin has a reputation, and now it has ushered in the first incense believer?

Is it attracted by the majestic mountain gate stone tablet?

"Abbot... It's the old man who gave us rice soup in Luoxian town yesterday."

"He came to our mountain in nine steps."

Xuanyuan's face was unbelievable and couldn't help reporting excitedly.

"Go and have a look."

As soon as Xuanxin heard this, he immediately thought of the old man with atmospheric luck. There was an eight story merit Pagoda in the golden light of Qi luck.

I got up immediately, and I couldn't help feeling a little excited.

When Xuanxin walked out of the meditation room, he saw a scene that shocked him in the dilapidated courtyard.

The old man's face turned white, his breath was weak, his clothes were ragged and bloodstained, and his whole body was scratched by thorns.

He is the Shaoshi mountain worshipped in nine steps. In the end, he exhausted almost by virtue of his strong will and faith in his heart.

Little by little.

"Abbot, I really admire Shaolin Buddhism and sincerely want to become a monk in Shaolin."

"Beg the abbot to take him in."

The old man's breath was weak, almost hanging a breath, looking at Xuanxin with great persistence and firmness.

Looking at the old man's sincerity, Xuanxin was speechless for a moment.

Seeing Xuanxin didn't speak, the old man forced himself up.

Constantly kowtow to Xuanxin.

"Abbot..."

Xuanyuan was also infected by the old man's sincerity at the moment. He couldn't help looking at Xuanxin with a pleading face.

Shaoshi mountain, the mountain road is so dangerous.

How difficult it is to walk, and how many thorns Xuanyuan knows. The old man worships in nine steps and climbs up the mountain a little at last.

He climbed into the courtyard of Shaolin Temple and was convinced by this alone.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin took a deep breath, announced a Buddha's name, restrained his mind and said, "from now on, you will be the third generation of Shaolin disciples."

"My first disciple, the Dharma name Wuzhen."

The old man is a man of great luck. Xuan Xin had thought of taking him into Shaolin before.

But I didn't find a good time at that time.

Now people go up the mountain with such sincerity and ask to worship Shaolin.

How could Xuanxin not accept it?

Of course, we should accept it. We should not only accept it, but also accept it as our own disciple. The abbot of three generations directly preached the first disciple.

And gave him the name "Wuzhen"

"Disciple Wuzhen, meet Master."

The old man put his hands together and, with the last bit of strength, bowed excitedly to Xuanxin.

He passed out.

"Xuanyuan, hurry, take it down and take good care of it."

Xuanxin saw his eldest disciple and Abbot Shoutu Wuzhen fainted.

There was a worried look on his face.

Don't worry. The eldest disciple, Wu Zhen, looks old. He is at least 60 years old. Such a big age depends on persistence and faith.

It's not easy to stick to it until now. Now he has fulfilled his wish, worshipped Shaolin and was accepted as the Abbot's first disciple.

While excited and happy, he relaxed completely. Maybe the good people passed away.

Xuanxin didn't want to hang up his first disciple.