chapter 41

Early the next morning, Shaolin Temple was in high spirits.

Today was the day when the mountain road was about to be paved.

It was also the day when Shaolin's first dharma assembly would be held.

Xuan Yuan was practically the one who took care of all these matters.

Xuanxin was actually a hands-off boss.

After all, how could an abbot be an abbot? The moment when he needed to show his face and show his divinity in front of people was the moment when Xuanxin really needed to stand up.

The other things could be left to others.

Early in the morning, Xuanxin woke up early. When he walked out of the meditation room, he found that the whole Shaoshi Mountain was surrounded by clouds and mist, like a paradise on earth.

The mountains were high and the forests were dense. The sea of clouds was ethereal. The birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. It was really a beautiful scenery isolated from the world.

"Master, breakfast is ready."

Xuan Yuan was too busy, so the Shaolin Temple's meals were left to Wuzhen.

"Amitabha."

After saying the name of Buddha, Xuanxin was in high spirits today.

He had a sense of accomplishment that came from embarking on the path of success.

Thinking about how the previous Shaolin was so lifeless, and then looking at the current Shaolin full of vitality and vigor, he was full of vitality.

This was equivalent to him, Xuanxin, taking over a company that was about to go bankrupt.

Then, in just a few days, he revived the company and even made it profitable and listed it …

This was ability.

"You made all of this?"

Walking into the room, Xuanxin found that there were steamed buns and millet porridge on the table. Most importantly, there were a few plates of stir-fried vegetables that looked, smelled, and tasted good.

Compared to the past, this was inconceivable.

Because if it was Xuan Gang who cooked, there would only be millet porridge and pickles. If it was Xuan Yuan who cooked, there would only be big steamed buns and stir-fried vegetables.

Looking at the fragrant and appetizing stir-fried vegetables on the table, compared to before, it was like heaven and earth.

This meal was extremely exquisite. Wu Zhen had even made it into a flower.

"Yes, Master. Today's meal was prepared by me."

Wuzhen put his palms together and replied respectfully.

At this moment, Xuan Yuan, who had been busy since the morning, came back. Xuan Gang, the martial arts maniac, also came out of the meditation room.

"Abbot."

Xuan Yuan and Xuan Gang greeted Xuanxin respectfully.

This Junior Brother Abbot was like a holy Buddha in their hearts. As long as he was in front of them, they would unconsciously become solemn.

He didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

"Let's eat."

Xuanxin sat down and ate the food made by Wuzhen. His eyes couldn't help but light up.

The food was delicious. Wuzhen's culinary skills were superb.

The key was in the word "meticulous".

To be honest, the food made by Xuan Yuan and Xuan Gang in the past was very rough. Especially the food made by Xuan Gang, it was simply …

If one wasn't extremely hungry, one would really think that it was no different from pig food.

But if one was extremely hungry, pig food was also fragrant.

"Wuzhen, in the future, the meals in the temple will be prepared by you for the time being."

After eating the food made by Wuzhen, Xuanxin's stomach had been subdued by the cooking skills of his eldest disciple, Wuzhen.

Currently, there were not many monks in the temple. There were only four monks in total.

In the future, when Shaolin grew stronger and there were more monks, Xuanxin would have to ask for a special room to eat alone.

After all, he was the abbot.

It was impossible for him to get along well with the monks when there were more.

After breakfast, the clouds and mist of Shaoshi Mountain gradually dispersed. The morning sun rose and shone on the peak of the mountain. The scenery was really beautiful from a distance.

Every day, the morning class was indispensable.

As a monk, he had to recite scriptures for a day. As the abbot of Shaolin, he couldn't neglect his duties.

In the courtyard, after placing the cushions, Xuan Yuan, Xuan Gang, and his eldest disciple, Wuzhen all sat down cross-legged.

Xuanxin was preparing to preach the Diamond Sutra of Mahayana Buddhism.

There were people in the courtyard.

The white-clothed girl, Ah Qi, and her little ferret, Little Jiu, followed them into the courtyard along with nine other strange people.

"Master, sorry to disturb you."

"These are my friends. Can you let them listen to your wonderful Buddhist teachings with me again?"

The girl in white, Seven, looked deeply at Xuanxin. Compared to yesterday, she was much more restrained.

Yesterday, when she asked Xuanxin about Buddhist teachings.

At one time, she had completely controlled the atmosphere.

Not only the girl in white, Seven's behavior was different today, but the chirping Little Ferret on her shoulder was also different.

Today, it was very obedient and quiet.

It didn't jump around at all. Like an obedient baby, it lay on Seven's shoulder as if it was afraid that someone would notice it.

As for these nine strange people, Xuanxin found that each of them had a monstrous demonic aura on them under the gaze of his Golden Eyes of Destiny.

The evil aura was deep, and the murderous aura was extremely strong. Although these nine people had restrained their aura very well.

But they couldn't hide from Xuanxin's Golden Eyes of Destiny.

These nine people were definitely ruthless characters, and they must be terrifying existences who had a lot of blood on their hands.

"Miss Seven, and all the benefactors, please sit down."

"Wuzhen."

Xuanxin nodded. At the same time, he motioned to Wuzhen to place the cushions for the nine strange people.

To be honest, Xuanxin really didn't want to have any contact with these people.

Firstly, the aura of these people made Xuanxin feel very uncomfortable. Secondly, today was the big day of Shaolin's first dharma assembly.

Xuanxin especially hated situations or troubles that he couldn't control.

Obviously, whether it was this Miss Seven or the Little Ferret beside her, Xuanxin couldn't see through them, and they were existences that he couldn't handle at the moment.

Those nine strange fellows weren't any kind of nice people either.

They weren't easy to deal with!

"Yes."

Wuzhen immediately got up and took out nine cushions from the meditation room.

When Wu Zhen walked over to the nine strange looking people with nine cushions in his hand, the nine strange looking people all had terrified expressions on their faces.

Their faces were pale, and they were trembling with fear. They were very uneasy, and they were all terrified and flattered.

"We don't dare, we don't dare …"

"We don't dare to trouble you."

"Senior …"

"This, this …"

…

Sweat broke out on their foreheads. These nine strange people almost knelt down when Wuzhen walked to their side.

It was as if they were frightened.

In front of Wuzhen, they were afraid that they would show a trace of disrespect.

Yesterday, they were pressed to the ground by Wuzhen with Shaolin's Arhat Fist and Plum Blossom Pile Footwork, and beaten violently without mercy.

That was the darkest moment of their lives!

They became the big shots of the Devil Cult, each of whom could stir up the wind and clouds in the world, and any one of them could cause fear everywhere they went.

They would forever remember the terrible nightmare in their hearts!

"Master, these nine people are the nine people who made trouble in front of the mountain gate yesterday."

After Wuzhen gave the cushions to the nine great elders of the Devil Cult, he respectfully returned to Xuanxin's side.

And he reported in a low voice to Xuanxin's ear.

Although it was very low, the nine great elders of the Devil Cult, the girl in white, Seven, and her pet were all extremely powerful existences.

They couldn't hear it clearly.

The nine great elders of the Devil Cult were almost scared out of their wits. Yesterday … they didn't expect that a small mountain temple … could have such a terrifying existence.

He really used his fists to teach them how to be human.

The point was, it wasn't that the nine of them didn't have good eyesight. The nine of them had traversed the world and seen many powerful old monsters.

But they didn't hide as well as this old senior.

How could there be such a powerful senior like him, who didn't show off at all and even used a set of basic fist techniques to teach them how to be human?

Thinking back to yesterday, when they first saw Wuzhen, they would never have thought that they would provoke such a terrifying powerful person.

It felt like a trap!

If a powerful person like him revealed even a trace of extraordinariness, even if it was just a trace of aura …

They wouldn't be stupid enough to do that.