Chapter 65

The next morning, Xuanxin came out of the meditation room and looked at the four or five unrepaired meditation rooms.

And the dilapidated little yard.

I can't help thinking that it would be good if my Abbot Zen temple appeared.

Because of the two jade slips of the sect gate construction: the abbot Zen hall and the sect gate construction: the monk Zen hall, Xuanxin no longer plans to repair these old and dilapidated Zen houses.

not need.

When the Abbot's temple and the monk's temple were established, these dilapidated Buddhist houses were directly demolished.

Be a relocated household.

To be honest, Xuanxin now, how do you think these broken houses are not pleasing to the eye.

Take a look at the magnificent and magnificent hall on one side, and then take a look at the nine storey magnificent bell and Drum Tower.

These old Zen homes are like villages in the city that have not been demolished next to the CBD in the city center.

It affects the appearance of the temple too much.

"And the Sutra Pavilion. It's best to place it in that position."

At present, the vacant sections of Shaolin Temple and Xuanxin are reserved, which are considered for the long term.

So in the future, even if there are more zongmen construction.

There is no need to worry about unreasonable planning.

"Master, breakfast is ready."

"Younger martial brother Wutian, he is still in the main hall. He is still practicing in seclusion. Wuneng is still in the bell and Drum Tower. He has been suddenly enlightened and meditating."

At the age of 60, Wu Zhen, who is old and decadent, respectfully stood beside Xuan Xin and reported the basic situation of Shaolin today.

"Wu Tian is still practicing in seclusion?"

"I'll have a look."

Xuanxin couldn't help but be surprised. His second disciple Wu Tian, a five-year-old child, just stepped into martial arts yesterday.

Unexpectedly, I spent a day and a night in the main hall.

Walking towards the main hall immediately, I saw Wu Tian's small body sitting in front of the Golden Buddha with an extremely serious look on his face.

The endless aura comes from the breath of Wu Tian. After several large and small weeks, it is transformed into Zhigang Zhiyang's incomparable powerful internal power and stored in the Dantian.

There is also a strong body protecting vigorous Qi around the body.

"Triple the day after tomorrow!"

Xuanxin was shocked and couldn't help crying out.

He didn't expect that Wu Tian entered the martial arts yesterday. He broke through the triple of the day after tomorrow in one day of closed practice.

Just one day!

Do you know what time of day is? The day after tomorrow, Xuangang spent a year, Xuanyuan spent three years, and Xuanxin was mediocre for more than ten years.

Of course, this also has its own. The boy's skill is too mediocre and can't be compared with the top internal skill boy's Buddha holding skill.

However, it is impossible for Xuanxin not to be surprised by Wu Tao's talent to understand Heaven!

This talent is as terrible as a demon!

"The day after tomorrow, junior brother, he will..."

The Wuzhen beside him and his old body trembled, and his eyes were full of horror.

My heart was sour.

He is also the Abbot's direct disciple. He Wuzhen is still the direct disciple, but he can only practice basic martial arts and basic skills.

Only by being strong can we have a heavy martial arts strength the day after tomorrow.

Younger martial brother Wu Tian, unexpectedly, he left his elder martial brother far behind in only one day.

Moreover, Wutian's martial arts qualification is so terrible that Wuzhen feels desperate. When he breaks through the duality the day after tomorrow, it is estimated that this evil younger martial brother has broken through the congenital.

Wu Zhen, who has always been mature and prudent and followed the rules, is also unstable at the moment. This pressure comes from that he is the first disciple of the abbot.

Three generations of disciples, he is really the first person to realize, and Wu Tian's demonic talent directly makes his state of mind on the verge of collapse.

And it's that desperate collapse.

"Wuzhen, you have your nature, you have your opportunity."

"Don't look at it."

Xuanxin felt the emotional change of Wu Zhen, the oldest disciple beside him.

I immediately guessed what Wu was really thinking.

After all, compared with Wutian, Wuzhen has no comparability in terms of age or martial arts qualification.

"Yes, I'm looking."

Wuzhen shivered all over, his eyes glittered with pure light, and returned to the old monk's posture of Gujing wubo.

The state of mind has stabilized again.

"Your chance is on the stone tablet at the mountain gate. You must not despise yourself."

"You will also have great opportunities and great fortune in the future."

After thinking about it, Xuanxin finally raised some enlightenment truth. You are a rotten old man over sixty.

What is the martial arts qualification compared with Wutian, a five-year-old child?

Isn't this a dead end?

Wuzhen itself has great Qi luck, and in terms of Qi luck alone, it is not lost to Wutian.

The nine storey merit Pagoda in the golden light of Qi and fortune, although I don't know what opportunities and fortune Wuzhen has next to the stone tablet at the mountain gate.

But with his Luohan fist, he beat the nine elders of the demon sect.

Such heroic achievements can not be achieved within a few years.

People should always maintain self-confidence. You can't always compare your weaknesses with others' strengths, and then come to the conclusion that you are nothing.

You have your strengths, you have your strengths, which others can't do.

"Thank you, master."

Wuzhen looked serious, his eyes flashed a touch of self-confidence, and his heart recovered peace.

Just now, his heart turned to Wu Tian, a little younger martial brother.

Born of jealousy

This is terrible.

"Amitabha."

After announcing the Buddha's name, Xuanxin couldn't help nodding and realized that Lao Cheng was really prudent to be his first disciple.

It's still very appropriate.

At this time, Wu Tian, sitting in front of the Golden Buddha, opened his eyes. His pure eyes were naturally smart and extraordinary.

"Shifu, hee hee..."

Seeing Xuanxin, the master he relied on was around him. Wutian immediately got up and ran towards Xuanxin with joy.

Pulling the mysterious monk's clothes, the little guy realized that heaven was happy and inexplicable. The little monk was so innocent.

"Go and have breakfast."

The joyful Xuanxin led Wu Tian's little hand out of the main hall.

And Wuzhen followed him step by step.

In the Zhai room, Xuanyuan and Xuangang had been waiting for a long time. When Xuanxin sat down with chopsticks, everyone began to sit down and eat.

After breakfast, Xuanxin stood in the yard, looking at the top of the mountain in the distance and seeing the beautiful scenery of clouds.

The mood suddenly widened.

"Shifu, hee hee..."

The little guy Wu Tian, after breakfast, chased out, stood beside the master and pulled the master's monk's clothes.

Smart, innocent and happy.

Wu Tian: "master, there is wind."

Xuanxin: "HMM."

"Master, isn't it tired when the wind blows from the mountains to the fields and from the fields to the forests?"

"Tired, but the wind can't stop."

"Why? Master, can you stop the wind and have a rest?"

"Of course not. As soon as the wind stopped, it disappeared."

"Ah? Fortunately... Disciple is not Feng..."

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The breeze in the mountain blew the monk's clothes of the teachers and disciples, watching the clouds and wind on the top of the mountain in the distance.

When the teachers and disciples asked and answered, they showed a sense of Zen.

"By the way..."

"Wuneng, how can I forget him."

Seeing the mysterious heart of the scenery, I remembered the tool of Shaolin, and the bell struck man realized his ability.

This hard worker has been enlightened for a day.

And they haven't eaten yet.

He didn't even say to take a look.