chapter 42

When Wuzhen whispered into Xuan Xin's ear that these nine strange old fellows were the ones who had caused trouble in front of the stone tablet at the mountain gate yesterday and had been beaten up by him, Xuan Xin was shocked.

Xuanxin was stunned for a moment.

He was shocked.

Although there was no fluctuation on his face, a huge wave was set off in his heart.

Wu Zhen definitely wouldn't be able to see how terrifying these nine strange people were.

Xuanxin could see it.

Under the gaze of the Golden Eye of Luck, the aura of these nine people was hidden even if they hid it well.

They couldn't hide it from Xuanxin's eyes. These were definitely nine extremely powerful and terrifying existences.

It was not an exaggeration to say that they were devils.

Any one of them couldn't be an existence that Shaolin could afford to provoke at present.

How could he have been beaten up by you, Wu Zhen, by yourself?

To be able to be beaten up by Wuzhen, wasn't that rather weak?

How could it be these nine people?

And Xuanxin also saw that these nine strange guys seemed to be very afraid of Wuzhen.

The fear and horror they showed didn't seem to be fake.

But this was too incredible.

Who was Wuzhen? A third-generation disciple of Shaolin Temple, the first direct disciple of the abbot, an Old Man in his sixties.

He was a rookie apprentice warrior who had just sensed the internal Qi and stepped into the martial arts to achieve the acquired first hurdle.

And he only practiced a set of Plum Blossom Pile footwork and Shaolin's Arhat Fist.

Such basic martial arts.

Who could Wuzhen beat?

Other than being able to beat up a few ordinary people, any random martial artist would be able to beat up Wu Zhen.

Originally, Xuanxin thought that Wuzhen beat up a few weak young men yesterday.

He didn't take those people seriously at all.

But he didn't expect that Wuzhen beat up such a terrible existence and did such an earth-shattering thing.

However, how was this possible? To say that Wuzhen's battle prowess was a compliment.

Who could he beat?

What exactly happened in front of the stone tablet yesterday? What exactly was going on?

"Could it be the nine-story Virtuous Golden Pagoda?"

Xuanxin, whose heart was in turmoil, couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Wuzhen's providence was shocking. The nine-level Golden Pagoda of Merits condensed from immeasurable amounts of merit.

It was incomparably mysterious.

In addition, Wuzhen seemed to have comprehended the inscriptions on the stone tablet. Xuanxin couldn't help but wonder if it was because of the stone tablet.

Instead, it stimulated his own opportunities and good fortune?

Furthermore, it was a great fortune. Just by looking at Wuzhen's luck, one could tell that his fortune was not small.

Xuanxin thought to himself. After today's matter was over, he would pay close attention to the changes in Wuzhen's body.

Also, the nine-story Golden Pagoda of Merits had changed since Shaolin.

Who knows, he might even find a treasure.

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin calmed his mind and began to preach the Mahayana Buddhist Sutra.

At the same time, he knocked on the Sect's Dharma treasure, the wooden fish.

Under the mysterious rhythm, the chanting of sutras and the sound of the wooden fish instantly gave Shaolin the mysterious aura of a Buddhist Daoist field.

Peaceful, auspicious, and magnificent.

Being in this mysterious aura, Xuanxin's heart was incomparably peaceful and secure.

Only at this moment did he feel that he was in control of everything.

"This is what I have heard. For a time, Buddha is in the Shewei Kingdom. Only trees for the Lonely Garden. And competition for the Qiu people. One thousand two hundred and fifty people. Then the Revered One. When eating. Clothes and holding alms bowls. Begging for food in the Shewei City. In the other city. Begging for food this time. Returning to the place. Finishing the meal. Collecting the mantle. Washing feet. Sitting on the seat. "

In the wilderness, in four or five small dilapidated temples, Xuanxin's chanting of sutras could be heard.

When he chanted the sutras, he used a mysterious rhythm to recite them.

It became extremely extraordinary.

Tok tok tok …

There was also the sound of the wooden fish with a mysterious rhythm.

At this moment, the magnetic field of Shaolin Temple underwent a magical change. Under the evolution of the vast Buddhist doctrine, a magical field was formed.

The Buddhist aura became stronger and stronger.

The spiritual energy of Shaoshi Mountain seemed to have been awakened at this moment. The surging spiritual energy cleansed the body and mind with every breath.

His spirit was clear, and his thoughts were clear. When his body and mind felt refreshed, he entered the rhythm of meditation.

In the midst of meditation, he entered the persistent dreamland.

"Forever old Subhuti. Among the masses. Starting from the seat. Leaning to the right shoulder. Landing on the right knee. Putting the palms together respectfully. And the white Buddha. May there be the Revered One. Tathagata is good at protecting the Bodhisattvas. Kindly instructing the Bodhisattvas. The Revered One. Kind man. Kind woman. Enlightening the mind of Annutara-Samyak-Sambodhi. Responding to the cloud, how does the cloud subdue the heart? Buddhist words. Amitabha. Subhuti. Just as you said. Tathagata is good at protecting the Bodhisattvas. Kindly instructing the Bodhisattvas. You are listening. Speaking for you. Kind man. Kind woman. Enlightening the mind of Annutara-Samyak-Sambodhi. Responding to the cloud, how does the cloud subdue the heart? Only. The Revered One. I wish to hear … "

Xuan Yuan, Xuan Gang, Wuzhen, the girl in white, Seven, and her Little Ferret Libation.

As well as the nine strange-looking people.

After entering the dream of obsession, the expressions on each of their faces changed drastically.

Happiness, anger, sorrow, and all kinds of emotions in life. Only they knew.

…

After finishing the morning class, Xuanxin walked out of the courtyard and looked at the scenery of Shaoshi Mountain.

He looked at the clouds on the peak of the mountain.

After waking up, Xuan Gang and Xuan Yuan went down the mountain to work.

The mountain path would be completed this morning. At the same time, there were many things to be done to prepare for Shaolin's first dharma assembly.

The main thing was to spread the news.

At the same time, the mountain had to be vacated. The affairs of the mountain were handed over to Wuzhen.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

After waking up, the girl in white came to Xuanxin and asked curiously.

Now, she had completely comprehended the Heavenly Demonic Power.

After listening to the profound Buddhist teachings for the past two days, she did not know why she became a little confused.

"In the sky, the falling leaves fall. In front of you, the autumn wind condenses into frost."

Xuanxin put his palms together and looked ahead with a deep gaze. He replied almost without thinking.

He had a transcendent attitude.

In fact, his mind was blank. He was simply looking at the scenery in a daze. He did not have the kind of lofty state and thought style.

Feelings? He was just pretending in front of others.

"Autumn wind, falling leaves. How do you understand life?"

The girl in white looked at Xuanxin with eyes full of admiration and asked for advice.

She seemed to be influenced by Xuanxin's state and tried hard to keep up with Xuanxin's state of mind.

"Without the rain, the flowers still fall. The wind flies by itself."

"Being close to the mountains and rivers, being baptized by nature, is like the blooming of plum blossoms. The mountains and rivers are me, and I am the mountains and rivers."

Xuanxin smiled slightly. The curve of his handsome facial features made people's hearts flutter. From the side, he was very charming. Xuanxin said happily, "I'm willing to offer the mountains to Buddha and cultivate until the plum blossoms accompany the drunkard."

After saying that, Xuanxin turned and returned to the meditation room, leaving the girl in white alone in a daze and muttering to herself.

Her eyes were full of deep admiration.

She could only sigh in admiration.

She was deeply influenced by Xuanxin's state of mind and state.

She was intoxicated in Xuanxin's spiritual conception of Buddhism, Zen, and supreme wisdom.