chapter 65

Early the next morning, Xuanxin walked out of the meditation room and looked at the four or five meditation rooms that had not been repaired.

And the dilapidated small courtyard.

He couldn't help but think that it would be better when his Abbot's Zen Temple appeared.

Because of the two jade slips for Sect Construction: Abbot's Zen Temple and Sect Construction: Warrior Monk's Zen Temple, Xuanxin no longer planned to repair these old and dilapidated meditation rooms.

There was no need.

When the Abbot's Zen Temple and the Warrior Monk's Zen Temple were built, these dilapidated meditation rooms would be demolished directly.

He would be a demolition household.

To be honest, Xuanxin now felt that these dilapidated rooms were not pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at them.

Look at the magnificent and magnificent Great Buddha's Hall on the side, and then look at the majestic nine-story bell and drum tower.

These old meditation rooms were like the undemolished villages next to the central business district of the city.

It would affect the appearance of the temple too much.

"And the Sutra Pavilion, it's best to place it there."

Now in the Shaolin Temple, Xuanxin had reserved all the vacant areas, which were all long-term considerations.

So in the future, even if there were more Sect constructions.

There was no need to worry about the unreasonable construction plans.

"Master, breakfast is ready."

"Junior Brother Wu Tian is still cultivating in seclusion in the Great Buddha's Hall. Wu Neng is still meditating in the bell and drum tower."

Wu Zhen, who was over 60 years old and looked like an Old Man, stood respectfully beside Xuanxin and reported the basic situation of Shaolin today.

"Wu Tian is still cultivating in seclusion?"

"I'll go and see."

Xuanxin couldn't help but be surprised. His second direct disciple, Wu Tian, was a five-year-old child who had just stepped into the Martial Dao yesterday.

He didn't expect him to cultivate in seclusion in the Great Buddha's Hall for a day and a night.

He immediately walked towards the Great Strength Hall and saw Wu Tian's small body sitting cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue. His expression was extremely serious.

Endless spiritual energy entered Wu Tian's body through his nose. After a few large and small circulations, it turned into the purest Yang energy, which was stored in his dantian.

At the same time, a rather strong Protective Upstanding Qi lingered around his body.

"Houtian third stage!"

Xuan Xin couldn't help but exclaim in shock when she saw this.

He did not expect that Wu Tian had just stepped into the martial way yesterday, and after a day of closed-door cultivation, he had unexpectedly broken through to the Houtian third stage.

It's only been a day!

Do you know what a day is? Houtian third stage, Xuan Gang spent a year, Xuan Yuan spent three years, and Xuanxin spent more than ten years mediocre.

Of course, this in itself was also because the Virgin Technique was too mediocre. It simply couldn't be compared with the top-notch internal technique Virgin Buddha Embracing Technique.

But this couldn't stop Xuanxin from being shocked by Wu Tian's martial talent!

This kind of talent was monstrous and terrifying!

"Houtian third stage, junior brother he … in a day …"

The nearby Wuzhen and Old Man's body couldn't help but tremble. Their eyes were full of horror.

Their hearts were sour.

They were both direct disciples of the Abbot. He, Wuzhen, was still the eldest direct disciple, but he could only cultivate basic martial arts and basic cultivation methods.

He barely had the martial strength of the Houtian first stage.

Junior brother Wu Tian, unexpectedly, only used a day's time to leave him, this senior brother, far behind.

And Wu Tian's martial talent was so terrifying that it made Wuzhen feel despair. By the time he broke through to the Houtian second stage, it was estimated that this monstrous junior brother would have already broken through to the Xiantian realm.

Always mature and prudent, the well-behaved Wuzhen's state of mind at this moment was also unstable. This kind of pressure originated from him being the Abbot's first direct disciple.

Among the third generation disciples, he, Wuzhen, was the first, and Wu Tian's monstrous talent directly made his state of mind on the verge of collapse.

Moreover, it was a kind of desperate collapse.

"Wuzhen, you have your good fortune, you have your opportunity."

"You must not be prejudiced for this."

Xuanxin felt the emotional changes in Wuzhen, the eldest direct disciple of the Old Man.

He immediately guessed what Wuzhen was thinking.

After all, compared to Wu Tian, regardless of whether it was age or Martial Dao talent, Wu Zhen was completely incomparable.

"Yes, disciple is prejudiced."

Wuzhen's whole body trembled, his eyes flashed with a pure light, and he returned to the calm and steady posture of an old monk.

His state of mind was stable again.

"Your opportunity is in the mountain gate stone tablet, you must not underestimate yourself."

"You will also have great opportunities and great fortune in the future."

After thinking about it, Xuanxin finally reminded Wuzhen a few words. You are an Old Man who is over sixty years old.

How can you compete with a five-year-old child like Wu Tian in terms of martial talent?

Isn't this going to be a dead end?

Wuzhen himself had great luck, and in terms of luck alone, he did not lose to Wu Tian at all.

In the nine-story Golden Pagoda of Merits in the golden light of luck, although it was not known what kind of opportunities and fortune Wuzhen had beside the mountain gate stone tablet.

But with his set of Arhat Fists, he violently beat the nine great elders of the Devil Cult.

Such a valiant battle record was not something that Wu Tian could achieve in a few years.

People must always maintain self-confidence, you can't always compare your shortcomings with the strengths of others, and then come to the conclusion that you are nothing.

You have your strengths, you have your advantages, which others can't do.

"Thank you for your teachings, Master."

Wuzhen's face was serious, and his eyes flashed with a touch of confidence. His heart returned to peace.

Just a moment ago, he actually felt bad for Wu Tian in his heart.

Jealousy and hatred …

This was too scary …

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin couldn't help but nod. Wuzhen's experience and wisdom made him his first direct disciple.

It was very suitable.

At this moment, Wu Tian, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue, opened his eyes. The pure wisdom in his eyes was extraordinary.

"Master, hehehe …"

Seeing Xuanxin, the master he relied on so much, beside him, Wu Tian immediately climbed up and ran towards Xuanxin happily.

Pulling on Xuanxin's monk robe, Wu Tian was inexplicably happy. The little acolyte was so innocent.

"Let's go and have breakfast."

Xuanxin, who was overjoyed, held Wu Tian's little hand and walked out of the Great Strength Hall.

On the other hand, Wu Zhen blindly followed behind him.

In the room, Xuan Yuan and the Xuan Gang had been waiting for a long time. After Xuanxin sat down and started eating, everyone sat down to eat.

After breakfast, Xuanxin stood in the courtyard, looking at the mountain peak in the distance, looking at the beautiful scenery of clouds.

His state of mind suddenly opened up.

"Master, hehehe …"

The little guy, Wu Tian, ran out after breakfast and stood beside his master, pulling on his monk robe.

He was lively, innocent, and happy.

Wu Tian said, "Master, there's wind."

Xuanxin said, "Yes."

"Master, the wind blows from the mountains to the fields, and from the fields to the mountains. Isn't it tired?"

"It's tired, but the wind can't stop."

"Why? Master, can you stop the wind and let it rest? "

"Of course not. The wind will disappear as soon as it stops."

"Ah? Fortunately … I'm not the wind … "

…

…

The breeze in the mountains blew on the monk robes of the master and disciple, looking at the clouds and wind on the mountain peak in the distance.

The master and disciple asked and answered each other, revealing a sense of Zen.

"Oh right …"

"Wuneng, how could I forget him?"

Xuanxin, who was looking at the scenery, remembered Shaolin's bell-ringer, Wuneng.

This laborer had been meditating for a day.

Moreover, he hadn't eaten yet.

As the abbot, he didn't even ask to take a look.