chapter 29

When Xuan Yuan finished reading these basic cultivation methods, he was extremely excited.

Xuan Yuan's face was full of piety.

He kept kowtowing.

"Buddha."

"I, Shaolin, actually have the martial arts inheritance and foundation that only a big Sect can have."

Xuan Yuan was so excited that he couldn't help but cry. He didn't even dare to dream that in just a few days.

Under the leadership of the Abbot, the Shaolin Temple had such a deep foundation of martial arts inheritance and foundation.

These skills would play a vital role in Shaolin's development in the future.

Shaolin had only one Level 4 skill before, which was difficult to cultivate to the large success stage. Now, he not only had the Level 9 skill, which was a Level 4 skill, but also the Level 4 skill, which was difficult to cultivate.

There were also Level 7, Level 6, Level 5, Level 4, Level 3, Level 2 …

Shaolin's rapid development from scratch was all thanks to the abbot!

At this moment, Xuan Yuan seemed to see the Shaolin Temple's near future, under the leadership of the sacred and extraordinary abbot.

Geniuses came out in large numbers, martial arts flourished, and were admired by all.

"Oh my god, Yi Jin Jing, Marrow Cleansing, Nine Yang Divine Skill, Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, these are all Level 7 skills."

Xuan Gang flipped through the skills in his hand, as happy as a child during the New Year.

Xuan Yuan and Xuan Gang were very excited. Xuan Yuan was so excited that Shaolin had such a profound martial arts inheritance and foundation.

On the other hand, Xuan Gang, who was a martial arts fanatic, was simply happy. He couldn't wait to practice these martial arts techniques.

This surprise was simply too great for the two of them!

They didn't even think about where these cultivation methods and martial skills came from.

Because in the eyes of Xuan Gang and Xuan Yuan, the abbot was sacred and extraordinary.

He was the reincarnation of Buddha.

He was the living Buddha.

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

"Give them all to me."

Xuan Gang's eyes shone with a golden light. He didn't know what he should choose. He wanted to learn all the Cultivation Techniques and Martial Techniques here.

They couldn't wait to go into seclusion and cultivate.

"Don't bite off more than you can chew. Pick two to learn first."

"You can ask me for more when you're done."

Xuanxin shook his head at the Xuan Gang. There weren't enough Cultivation Techniques and Martial Skills here.

In the future, he would have the Seventy-two Ultimate Techniques. In the future, he would have the Scripture Depository.

In that case, he might as well send Xuan Gang to the Scripture Pavilion.

Anyway, this guy was also a martial arts fanatic.

"Abbot, I choose the Invincible Vajra Divine Art and Prajna Divine Palm."

After choosing for a long time, Xuan Gang chose a seventh-grade cultivation technique, the Indestructible Vajra Divine Art, and a sixth-grade martial arts technique, the Great Wisdom Palm.

"Abbot, I choose the Tendon Changing Scripture and the Formless Finger of Disaster."

After Xuan Yuan finished looking through, he also selected a martial skill cultivation method that he liked.

"Go and meditate."

After seeing the two of them choose, Xuanxin nodded in satisfaction.

Xuan Gang and Xuan Yuan were both young talents. In particular, Xuan Gang would definitely make rapid progress in the Martial Dao in the future.

In this world where Martial Dao prospered, strength was still the most important thing.

The world's Martial Dao originated from Shaolin.

In fact, this was referring to Shaolin's deep foundation and heritage in Martial Dao.

As Shaolin's abbot, Xuanxin was undoubtedly the absolute core. With him as the core, he wanted to build a strong cohesive force.

First, he wanted to develop Shaolin's Martial Dao legacy. Second, he wanted to improve Shaolin's Buddhist foundation.

This was also a good way to develop one scholar and one warrior. In the future, Shaolin would definitely be divided into Martial Monks and Scholarly Monks.

In the future, Shaolin would recruit disciples who were either talented in Martial Dao, had a good understanding of Buddhism, or were talented people with great fortune.

If they had nothing and still wanted to enter Shaolin, they could only be a servant disciple and sweep the floor in Shaolin.

There couldn't be a disciple who was nothing, who would quietly develop in Shaolin and then jump out to show off and embarrass others, right?

"Abbot, someone is here."

Xuan Yuan, who had just left not long ago, ran back in a hurry for some reason.

"Someone is here?"

Xuanxin was curious. Now that Shaolin didn't build roads, the mountain roads were difficult to travel. It was rare for people to come here.

Could it be that because of Shaolin's reputation, it had already welcomed its first disciple?

Was it attracted by the majestic mountain gate stone tablet?

"Abbot … It's that old man, the old man who gave us rice soup in Fallen Immortal Town yesterday."

"He bowed every nine steps and came to our mountain."

Xuan Yuan's face was full of disbelief and couldn't help but report excitedly.

"Let's go and take a look."

When Xuanxin heard this, he immediately thought of the old man who had great fortune and an eight-story Golden Pagoda of Merits in the golden light of fortune.

He immediately stood up and couldn't help but feel excited.

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

The old man's face was pale and his breath was weak. His clothes were ragged and stained with blood. His whole body was covered with wounds caused by thorns.

He had climbed up Shaoshi Mountain by bowing every nine steps. In the end, he was exhausted and relied on his strong will and faith in his heart.

He climbed up bit by bit.

"Abbot, I admire Shaolin's Buddhism and sincerely want to become a monk under Shaolin."

"Please take me in, Abbot."

The old man's breath was weak and he was almost hanging on to his last breath. He looked at Xuanxin with great determination.

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

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

He kept bowing to Xuanxin.

"Abbot …"

At this moment, Xuan Yuan was also infected by the old man's sincerity. He couldn't help but look at Xuanxin with a pleading face.

The mountain road of Shaoshi Mountain was very dangerous.

Xuan Yuan knew how difficult it was and how many thorns there were. The old man bowed every nine steps and finally climbed up the mountain bit by bit.

He climbed into the courtyard of Shaolin Temple. Xuan Yuan was convinced by this point alone.

"Amitabha."

Xuanxin took a deep breath and chanted the name of Buddha. He collected his mind and said, "From now on, you are Shaolin's third-generation disciple."

"My first direct disciple, Wuzhen's Dharma name."

This old man was a man of great fortune. Xuanxin had thought of taking him into Shaolin before.

It was just that he didn't find a good time at that time.

Now he came up the mountain so sincerely to become Shaolin's disciple.

How could Xuanxin not accept him?

Of course he would accept him. Not only would he accept him, but he would also accept him as his disciple. He was a third-generation disciple and the first direct disciple of the Abbot.

He also gave him the Dharma name "Wuzhen".

"Disciple Wuzhen pays his respects to Master."

The old man put his palms together and used the last of his strength to kowtow to Xuanxin excitedly.

Then he fainted.

"Xuan Yuan, hurry up. Take him down and take good care of him."

Xuanxin saw his first disciple, Wuzhen, the first direct disciple of the Abbot, faint just like that.

He was immediately worried.

He couldn't help but be worried. His first disciple, Wuzhen, was an old Man. He looked at least sixty years old. At such an old age, he relied on his persistence and faith.

It was not easy to persist until now. Now his wish was fulfilled. He became Shaolin's disciple and was accepted as the first direct disciple of the Abbot.

In addition to being excited and happy, he was completely relaxed. Maybe he would pass away just like that.

Xuanxin didn't want his first disciple to die just like that.