chapter 50

[Abbot Sign-In System]

Sign-In Value: 480800

Merit Value: 280

[Congratulations, Host, for obtaining a Sign-In Reward]

Opening the attribute panel, Xuanxin found that his Sign-In Value had increased by a lot. It should be because the Mahavira Hall had increased Shaolin's faith.

It also greatly suppressed Shaolin's luck.

"I'll keep the Sign-In Reward for now."

Xuanxin didn't plan to Sign in now. Now that the Sect has a Mahavira Hall, it's time to show off his skills.

It's time to increase incense and gather believers.

Looking at the majestic Golden Buddha statue in front of him, looking at the magnificent hall in front of him.

The core building of the Shaolin Temple Sect: Mahavira Hall.

It's really amazing.

With this Mahavira Hall, who would dare to say that Shaolin is a small temple in the mountains in the future?

Who would dare to say that Shaolin is poor?

A Mahavira Hall is enough to support the facade.

"It's time for Shaolin to recruit some monks now."

He was planning for future development.

Xuanxin began to ponder in his heart. After this successful dharma conference, Shaolin's reputation and influence will quickly spread.

With the Mahavira Hall, there will be an endless stream of believers in the future.

After the incense is strong, the temple will enter a period of rapid development. This is the time when people are needed.

Shaolin Temple currently has a total of four monks. In the Xuan generation, besides Xuanxin, there are only Xuan Gang and Xuan Yuan.

Xuan Gang is a martial arts fanatic. This guy is obsessed with martial arts. Other than martial arts, he doesn't care much about other matters in the temple.

There are very few things that he is interested in.

Only Xuan Yuan is obsessed with Buddhism, but he is also obsessed with developing Shaolin's career.

It could be said that most of Shaolin's affairs were handled by Xuan Yuan.

In the past, Shaolin didn't even have a single follower. Xuan Yuan alone was enough.

However, things were different now. The first Dharma Assembly had been successfully held, and Shaolin's reputation had spread far and wide. With so many followers, Xuan Yuan alone would not be able to handle everything.

In the third generation of disciples, there was only one Old Man Wuzhen who was over 60 years old. Xuanxin didn't know what kind of opportunities and good fortune Wuzhen had.

But he didn't expect Wuzhen, his oldest disciple, to be of any help to Shaolin's career.

Therefore, for the development of Shaolin, the next step was to expand the number of Shaolin monks.

He was going to recruit a batch of disciples from the Wu generation.

Only with people could he develop his career in full swing.

The green-robed old man from before was a top-notch Sage. Xuan Xin could also tell that his identity was not ordinary.

However, Xuanxin rejected his participation.

The main reason was that Shaolin couldn't be involved in the disputes for power at the moment.

The constant troubles were a small matter. The main reason was that he was worried that he couldn't handle the power struggle and would be destroyed.

Shaolin was still a seedling in the early stages of development. He couldn't withstand the baptism of the wind and waves.

"Talents are hard to find."

In this world, what was the most important thing? Of course, talents!

How could one do business without a group of loyal and reliable subordinates?

Even though Xuan Xin already had Xuan Gang and Xuan Yuan, who were both young talents, by her side, she also had her eldest disciple, Wu Zhen, who was blessed with great luck, who was a lucky mascot.

But other than that, he didn't have any strong subordinates.

"It would be great if I could put up a recruitment notice."

Shaking his head, Xuanxin couldn't help but sigh. Shaolin was currently desperate for talents to join.

However, Shaolin's status didn't allow Xuanxin to go out and find people.

He couldn't put down his status.

He could only wait for those fated people who admired Buddhism to take the initiative to come to him. Then, Xuanxin couldn't show too much enthusiasm.

He had to be neither cold nor warm. He had to be ambiguous. He had to use fate and Buddhism to dress up and not lose his status.

It could be said that Xuanxin was racking his brains for the development of Shaolin Temple.

He couldn't sleep at night.

Do you think it's easy to be the abbot?

Xuan Xin could put her words out there. If anyone was not convinced,

Come!

I'll give you the abbot position!

Really, didn't you see that Xuanxin's hair had turned white in order to develop Shaolin's career?

…

In the Hall of Great Strength, Xuanxin sat cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue. He looked at Xuan Yuan, Xuan Gang, and Wuzhen. He was inexplicably wiping the magnificent hall with excitement.

He also felt a burst of laughter.

This Hall of Great Strength was extraordinary. It was originally clean and spotless. However, Xuan Yuan, Xuan Gang, and Wuzhen were here.

He couldn't suppress the excitement and excitement in his heart.

In the Hall of Great Strength, he wiped every place that could be cleaned over and over again.

Once they started cleaning, there was no end to it. Once they started, they couldn't stop. The entire palace looked cleaner than their faces.

However, Xuanxin could understand their feelings.

After all, the former Shaolin Temple was really used to being poor. All of a sudden, it had such a magnificent and extraordinary palace.

It was like gold falling from the sky. This kind of feeling of getting rich overnight was understandable. It wouldn't calm down for three to five days.

Walking out of the Hall of Great Strength, the whole Shaolin Temple's Buddhist atmosphere became stronger. Now there was a Hall of Great Strength.

Shaolin Temple had changed a lot compared to before.

"Why is she still here?"

Once out of the Hall of Great Strength, Xuanxin saw that the girl in white, Ah Qi, hadn't left.

She stood in the temple and looked at him from afar.

And she was still staring at Xuanxin.

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin put his palms together and walked over solemnly.

At this time, the sky had darkened. The girl in white, Ah Qi, seemed to have something to say and was waiting here.

In front of her, Xuanxin slightly bowed and said, "Miss Ah Qi, it's late. Why don't you go down the mountain early?"

The girl in white, Ah Qi, looked at Xuanxin's beautiful eyes and held the sleeping Little Ferret in her arms. She smiled and said, "The courtyard is full of flowers, surrounded by walls on all sides. There's no wind, why are the flowers moving?"

Xuanxin was stunned. He looked at the small broken courtyard. There were some flowers, but it couldn't be considered a courtyard full of flowers. It was pointless to put them there. He immediately said, "The flowers haven't moved, but they're moved."

"They're moved …"

The girl in white pondered and kept muttering.

Suddenly, she raised her head and looked at Xuanxin's face. She said, "A stubborn thought, a lifetime of emotional worries. Tightened back and forth, in exchange for three lives of blurred smoke and fire."

"Monk, do you know what I saw in my dream today?"

"In the cycle of reincarnation, if the heart moves, a thousand years will pass. What can't be cut is the thread of love …"

In just a few days, from repairing the Demonic Spirit Root to removing the restriction of the Heavenly Demonic Power, a new obsession was born in her heart.

And this obsession was deeply rooted in her heart.

"Hmm?"

Xuanxin was stunned and looked at the girl in white, Ah Qi. She had called him master with reverence before. Why was she calling him a monk now?

Aren't you disrespecting This Penniless Monk?

Xuanxin was a little unhappy. This girl called Ah Qi, although you have some feelings, why are you talking to me about these feelings?

You're a girl, and you're … bored …

"Amitabha."

"Buddha says: Fate comes and goes. Fate gathers and disperses. Fate arises and fate falls."

Xuan Xin was speechless. You're just a little girl. Why did you come here to talk to this poor monk?

You're really bored.