chapter 62

Currently in Shaolin Temple, the accumulation of martial strength was still not enough. This gave Xuanxin a headache.

At the very least, there had to be a Xiantian peak martial monk!

Placing his hopes on Xuan Gang, this martial arts maniac?

Xuan Gang's talent was enough, but he had just broken through to the Houtian ninth stage. When Xuan Gang reached the Xiantian peak.

Who knew how many years that would take.

Even if there were enough opportunities, wouldn't it still take a year or so?

The key point was that Shaoshi Mountain's spiritual energy was barren. After breaking through to the Xiantian realm, the demand for spiritual energy would change.

This Shaoshi Mountain was not a suitable place for a Xiantian realm martial artist to cultivate!

"What should I do?"

Xuanxin frowned. He prepared to return to the Great Strength Hall to think of a solution.

First, he had to be sure of one thing. Shaolin needed a Xiantian peak martial monk.

Besides Xuanxin, there was also Xuan Gang and Xuan Yuan who were both Houtian ninth stage.

They were still far from reaching the Xiantian peak.

There was no need to mention his eldest disciple Wu Zhen. He had just broken through to the Houtian first stage. His second disciple Wu Tian was just a little brat.

He was still a child.

Therefore, Xuanxin could not find a solution from the inside. He could only find a solution from the outside.

The only way was to bring in a talent and recruit a Xiantian peak martial monk!

"Master, can I go in and worship Buddha?"

When he passed by the Calm Martial Ruler and Du Tongfu, the Calm Martial Ruler's face was filled with excitement.

Wearing a silver armor, he looked at Xuanxin with eyes full of reverence.

The dignified Great Zhou Dynasty's Dingxi General had turned into a devout follower of Shaolin.

"Amitabha."

"Benefactor, with your armor, it is inconvenient for you to come in front of Buddha. I think it would be better to come another day."

After saying the name of Buddha, Xuanxin ignored the Calm Martial Ruler. He turned around and entered the Great Strength Hall to meditate and think.

"Go down the mountain. Don't be so ostentatious in the future."

The kneeling Du Tongfu couldn't help shaking his head when he saw the awkward Calm Martial Ruler.

You're a general of a dynasty with a large number of troops. Wearing majestic armor to worship Buddha is not appropriate no matter how you look at it.

"Yes, yes. Your humble servant will leave first."

The Calm Martial Ruler kept replying. Although he wanted to stay here a bit longer and get closer to a buddhist holy land like the Shaolin Temple.

However, when he thought of the armor he was wearing and the massive number of soldiers he had stationed at the foot of the mountain, those who didn't know would think that he was here to raid their property.

It was indeed not suitable for him to stay in this buddhist land for long, so the Calm Martial Ruler decided to climb Shaoshi Mountain another day.

He would enter the Hall of Great Strength to worship Buddha and get closer to Abbot Xuanxin.

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In the Hall of Great Strength, Xuan Yuan, Xuan Gang, First Disciple Wu Zhen, and Second Disciple Wu Tian had all awakened from their dreams.

Second Disciple Wu Tian had changed the most. His eyes were sparkling with wisdom.

He had become more intelligent and was filled with spiritual energy.

He learned from his two Martial Uncles and Senior Brother. He was very obedient as he put his hands together and looked at his master Xuanxin with a serious expression.

He looked like he was seriously listening to his master's teachings.

"Wu Zhen, call in the old man kneeling outside the hall."

After seriously thinking about it, Xuanxin had no choice in the end. He couldn't think of any other method.

He could only take the blue clothed old man into the Shaolin Temple.

This blue clothed old man had just broken through to the Xiantian Full Circle this morning, so his martial arts strength was high enough.

Moreover, his heart to pursue Dao was very firm, and he would definitely be willing to be a tool to do the hard work of ringing the bell.

As for the blue clothed old man's identity, Xuanxin was too lazy to think about it. He would just take it one step at a time.

He would first take the blue clothed old man as his disciple.

Let him strike the bell!

"Disciple will go now."

Wu Zhen, who was over 60 years old and looked like an Old Man, stood up solemnly. Perhaps it was because of his age.

Wu Zhen gave people the feeling that he was very steady.

He was really mature and prudent.

Second Disciple Wu Tian was full of vitality. His every movement showed that his spiritual energy was extraordinary.

Of the two disciples, one had nine levels of the Virtuous Golden Pagoda. He was very strict and rigid.

The other was the Dark Demonic Lotus. He was alert and flexible.

The two disciples were very different. Would they be able to get along in the future?

Soon, Wu Zhen brought the blue clothed old man, Du Tongfu, who was kneeling outside the hall.

They came to the Great Strength Hall.

Du Tongfu looked excited. As soon as he entered the hall, he knelt down and kowtowed to Xuanxin and the golden Buddha statue behind Xuanxin.

At this moment, he guessed that Shao Tianze was going to take him as a disciple of Shaolin. Otherwise, he would not be called to the Great Strength Hall now.

Du Tongfu, who was full of anticipation and excitement, blushed at this moment.

He was a little nervous.

He was afraid that he had guessed wrong.

"Your heart to pursue the Dao is very firm. You are also a person who is skilled in martial arts. You are also a person with extraordinary wisdom."

"For the sake of your sincerity, I will take you as a third-generation disciple of Shaolin."

"Dharma name, Wuneng."

Xuanxin had no choice but to take the blue clothed old man as a disciple of Shaolin.

No matter who you are, how old you are, or what level you are in, you can only be a third-generation disciple if you want to become a disciple of Shaolin.

There would only be three people in the Xuan generation in the future. They were Abbot Xuanxin, Xuan Gang, and Xuan Yuan.

The Xuan generation would be the most senior monks in Shaolin in the future.

Those who entered Shaolin later could only be third-generation disciples of the Wuneng generation.

Xuanxin gave the blue clothed old man the Dharma name Wuneng because he was too lazy to think too much about it. As for Wuneng, who was also a third-generation disciple of Shaolin.

The biggest difference between him and Wu Zhen and Wu Tian was that Wuneng was not a direct disciple of Abbot Xuanxin.

Therefore, his status was lower than Wu Zhen and Wu Tian.

"Disciple Wuneng greets Abbot Xuanxin."

The blue clothed old man, Du Tongfu, was a third-generation disciple of Shaolin. He was so excited that it was as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

He was so excited and ecstatic that he felt like he was in a dream.

He bowed deeply to Xuanxin.

He had finally entered Shaolin and become a third-generation disciple of Shaolin Temple. From now on, he would be able to pursue the Great Dao of Buddhism in the holy land of Buddhism.

"Wuneng …"

The blue clothed old man, Wuneng, muttered to himself as he thought about the Dharma name that Abbot Xuanxin had given him. His eyes flashed with wisdom, and then his eyes lit up as he thought to himself, "As expected."

"Capable, Virtuous, Almighty, Wuneng, Capable as a teacher …"

In Wuneng's heart, the meaning of his Dharma name suddenly became lofty.

The word "Capable" was simply too good to be true.

Du Tongfu felt that in this world, Abbot Xuanxin was the only one who truly understood him. In his life, he had been above everyone else.

Using the word "Capable" to describe him was the most appropriate.

"Previously, Abbot Xuanxin was observing me. He was also testing whether I had a firm heart to pursue the Dao."

Thinking of this, Du Tongfu could not help but be convinced. With a face full of reverence and devotion, he bowed again and again to Xuanxin.