chapter 33

In the morning at Shaoshi Mountain, the clouds were rolling at the peak of the mountain. A young girl in white with a face as delicate as a fairy's.

She brought her cute and lively pet, the little ferret, up the mountain.

Little Ferret was called Libation. It was a little thing that loved wine.

It was also a chatterbox.

When it was not drinking, it would chatter non-stop. If it was drunk, it would chatter for three days and three nights without stopping.

Fortunately, it was its master who always had a leisurely and relaxed demeanor.

She always maintained a light and agile aura.

She was not the slightest bit impatient because of the little ferret's nagging problem.

"Master, you've seen it too. Can this Shaolin Temple be considered a proper temple in this barren mountain and forest?"

"Libation has seen it. This Shaolin Temple is definitely a Wild Fox Temple."

Along the way, the forest was overgrown with thorns and the mountain path was extremely steep and difficult to walk. After going up the mountain, Little Ferret's intelligent little face was full of disdain.

"If it was a Buddhist almighty from the Upper Realm, even if they cultivated in seclusion in the barren mountain, the mountain would become a spiritual mountain."

"They would also leave behind Buddhist Daoist rhymes …"

"However, Libation's spiritual eyes only saw an ordinary barren mountain and forest."

"The mountain did not show its spirit, nor did it have any Daoist rhymes. There was not even a beast. Master, you must have found the wrong person …"

"Master, listen to Libation. Let's find a place to hide. When you recover your strength and I unseal my bloodline, we only need to hide for a few decades and we can kill our way back."

"Those nine fellows who betrayed you must all die. When the time comes, we'll fight Moro to the death …"

Little Ferret, who was standing on the young girl's shoulder, danced with joy. Its intelligent little face was full of murderous intent.

Its eyes flashed with animalistic ferocity as it pointed its little paws.

It was as if it was commanding thousands of soldiers and horses at this moment.

Shaoshi Mountain, four to five run-down houses and an old and dilapidated courtyard. This was the scene that the young girl in white and her Little Ferret saw after going up the mountain.

"Bah, poor and pedantic."

"Libation has never seen such a dilapidated temple."

"Master, you must be mistaken. Which of the temples we've seen in the past wasn't magnificent?"

"An almighty being who can repair your Devil Spirit Root would definitely not live in such a poor and destitute little temple."

Little Ferret, who was standing on the girl's shoulder, looked at the four or five small dilapidated temples not far away. It placed its two little claws on its short waist and spat a mouthful of saliva.

His face was filled with disdain.

"Hehe …"

The young girl seemed to have thought of something interesting. She chuckled and walked towards the temple.

In the courtyard, Xuanxin clasped his hands together in a profound manner as he watched his eldest disciple Wuzhen practice the rank two martial arts technique Shaolin's Arhat Fist.

Smoke rose from the kitchen. Xuan Yuan was cooking breakfast in the kitchen.

Xuan Gang, the martial arts fanatic, was in seclusion in the meditation room. The young girl in white and her pet Little Ferret were quietly watching from a hidden corner.

"Master, your disciple is old and has poor aptitude …"

"I feel guilty …"

After practicing the Arhat Fist, Shaolin's eldest disciple Wuzhen was panting.

His entire body was drenched in sweat. His expression was both ashamed and anxious.

"Amitabha."

"On the path of martial arts, there is no need to be obsessed with punches and kicks."

"You must know that there are three realms in martial arts. In the first realm, the mountain is a mountain and the water is water. In the second realm, the mountain is not a mountain and the water is not water. In the third realm, the mountain is still a mountain and the water is still water. "

"Wuzhen, you are too superficial!"

In terms of martial arts, Xuanxin felt that he had nothing to teach Wuzhen. The key point was that Xuanxin did not expect Wuzhen to have any achievements in martial arts.

There was no need to force it. Martial arts could strengthen Wuzhen's body.

What Xuanxin wanted to say.

To use a common phrase to describe it, Wuzhen should just practice blindly and be done with it.

Shaolin did not expect you to have any achievements in martial arts in the future.

He also did not expect you to have any achievements in Buddhism.

Martial arts can strengthen your body and let you live for a few more years. It is enough to be a mascot!

"Yes, your disciple understands."

Wuzhen, who was sweating profusely, carefully tasted the three realms of martial arts. His body immediately trembled, and his eyes flashed with a touch of understanding.

He was over sixty years old. No matter if it was his aptitude or aptitude.

It showed that he had no fate with martial arts.

Shaolin's Arhat Fist. When he practiced it, he was always confused whether this fist was standard or not. Did he practice it correctly?

'Is this how you punch?'

He always felt that he had let down his master, and also Shaolin!

Now he understood that true cultivation did not need to be obsessed with punches and kicks.

"Tsk, master, did you hear that?"

"This old monk, that third-rate fist technique just now was as strenuous as an old lady playing with cotton."

"But he was talking about the three realms of martial arts. I have never heard of this so-called three realms of martial arts Libation."

"This good-looking monk is definitely not the one who repaired your Devil Spirit Root. Look at the disciple he took in. He's already a pile of old bones. He almost exhausted himself to death from practicing a third-rate fist technique."

"I am dying of laughter!"

Little Ferret, who was on the young girl's shoulder, jumped up and down, pointing at Xuanxin and Wuzhen in the courtyard.

Little Ferret's expression was full of disdain and ridicule.

"Master, let's go. This good-looking monk is obviously not a proper monk."

"He is also definitely not a Libation."

"The repair of your Devil Spiritual Root has nothing to do with him. You should know that Libation is a Houtu Sacred Ferret with ancient bloodline."

"My spiritual eyes can see through the illusions and illusions of the world. Libation's eyesight has been very sharp for thousands of years."

"I have never misjudged anyone. This monk is just an ordinary guy. His strength is only at the Houtian ninth stage, and he is still pretending to be a god."

Little Ferret crossed its paws in front of its chest, and looked at Xuanxin in the courtyard with a mocking attitude.

It immediately issued a batch of judgment words.

Libation's eyesight was very sharp. For thousands of years, there was no one that it could not see through.

This monk was mediocre. His martial strength was at the Houtian ninth stage. In addition to his good looks, he was an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

Ordinary people, ordinary mountains, and ordinary water. There was nothing special about this place.

"Taking in an old disciple who can't even practice a set of broken fist techniques."

"Is this still a proper monk?"

"If we were to say that he is a divine ability almighty, and that he was the one who repaired Master's Devil Spirit Root, then wouldn't everyone in the world laugh to death?

"Master, who are we? I am the Houtu Sacred Ferret with ancient bloodline. You are the Devil Sect …"

Little Ferret was chattering non-stop. The girl in white stared at Xuanxin for a long time, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. She whispered, "Could it be that … I really found the wrong person?"

"That night, it was clearly …"

Although she did not have Little Ferret's spiritual eyes that could see through all illusions in the world.

But with her experience, she could see that this Shaolin Temple was just an ordinary mountain temple.

This Xuanxin was just an ordinary young monk who was at the Houtian ninth stage.

Ordinary, ordinary to the point that there was nothing extraordinary about him.

There was nothing to look forward to!

"Let's go. I found the wrong person."

"It has nothing to do with him."

A hint of confusion and disappointment flashed in the girl in white's eyes. After looking for a long time, she realized that Xuanxin was not the person she was looking for.

"Master, you have to know that Libation's spiritual eyes will not be wrong."

"Libation's eyes are very sharp."

"This monk, with just one look, Libation can see through him …"

The white-clothed girl turned around and left, while the little ferret on her shoulder was very lively. Its little face was full of pride as it chattered non-stop.

Tok tok tok …

At this moment, the sound of a wooden fish could be heard from the shabby temple!