chapter 66

Thinking that Shaolin would be the bell-ringing tool in the future, Xuanxin immediately rushed to the ninth floor of the bell and drum tower.

He saw that Wuneng was still sitting cross-legged beside the Buddha bell.

It had been a day, but he still hadn't understood the Buddhist mantra. Wuneng's face was full of emotions, sometimes sad and sometimes happy.

Sometimes he cried bitterly, and sometimes he smiled happily. He was immersed in the epiphany of the profound truths of Buddhism.

"Sigh."

Shaking his head, Xuanxin finally decided to help him.

Walking over, Xuanxin raised his hand and pressed on the huge Buddha bell. He closed his eyes, and the sea of consciousness was suddenly filled with Buddha's light.

[Miao Zhan always holds the Motionless Supremacy. The first Yan King is rare.]

Suddenly, a paragraph of small golden characters appeared on the huge Buddha bell. The profound truths of the Buddhist mantra were constantly transmitted to Wuneng, who was in an epiphany.

After a long time, Wuneng woke up from the epiphany. He opened his eyes, and a wisp of vicissitudes and sadness appeared in his eyes.

"Thank you for your advice, Abbot."

Wuneng stood up and knelt in front of Xuanxin with a sincere face. A touch of determination flashed in his eyes, and he said, "I already know my own path, and I will do my best to persevere."

As the saying goes, as long as a monk strikes the bell for a day.

This was Wuneng's path.

Perhaps, this was the path that Xuanxin had arranged for Wuneng.

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin's face was full of compassion, and he felt very gratified in his heart.

What he wanted was a laborer who was willing to be a bell-ringing tool for Shaolin's development.

Wuneng stood up and hugged the huge Buddha bell with both hands. He closed his eyes and constantly infused his internal strength into the Buddha bell.

In his dantian, the surging internal strength was constantly infused into the huge Buddha bell. The first small golden character began to appear on the huge Buddha bell.

Miao Zhan always holds the Motionless Supremacy.

As Wuneng continued to infuse his internal strength, the small golden characters began to appear one after another.

…

…

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, the heroic Xiao Huohuo was rushing up Shaoshi Mountain with all his strength.

I was delayed for a day yesterday.

Early this morning, Xiao Huohuo couldn't wait to rush over. With unparalleled determination, he prepared to become a monk at the Shaolin Temple of Shaoshi Mountain.

An illusory black-clothed old man followed behind Xiao Huohuo like a shadow in the dense forest of the tall mountains.

He didn't have a body. Instead, he was surrounded by layers of black shadows that were formed from a mysterious energy.

"Xiao Huohuo, you really can't be carved out of rotten wood. This old man has tried so hard to persuade you, but why can't you listen?"

Illusory and shadowy, a black-clothed old man formed from a mysterious energy blocked in front of Xiao Huohuo.

He stopped Xiao Huohuo from going up the mountain.

"Elder Mo, don't stop me. It's impossible for me to acknowledge you as my master."

"I, Xiao Huohuo, will never regret joining Shaolin in this life."

Xiao Huohuo stopped in his tracks and wiped his sweat as he spoke with a helpless expression.

His eyes flickered with unparalleled determination and persistence.

He, Xiao Huohuo, will definitely become a monk at Shaolin in this life.

He met this Elder Mo yesterday at the back mountain of the Xiao family. According to Elder Mo, he had just woken up yesterday and was once an almighty martial artist.

He was betrayed by his disciple and almost died. Now, he could only survive in the form of a soul.

But Elder Mo wanted to take Xiao Huohuo as his disciple. He also wanted to teach him a set of heaven-shaking martial arts. He wanted to bring Xiao Huohuo to train and find opportunities to reforge his body.

To help him take revenge …

What a joke. He, Xiao Huohuo, wanted to enter Shaolin. How could he acknowledge you as his master and follow you?

No matter how powerful your martial arts were, he, Xiao Huohuo, wouldn't care about it.

Right now, he only wanted to enter Shaolin and become a monk.

With regards to Elder Mo's encounter, Xiao Huohuo could only express sympathy and condolences. He could only say sorry and couldn't help.

"You …"

"You're infuriating me. Do you want to become a monk so badly?"

Elder Mo, who had spent so much effort, still felt like he was playing the lute to a cow. He was so angry that his soul trembled, and he faintly felt like he was about to die.

You know, I'm really too speechless and infuriating.

"Xiao Huohuo, listen to this old man. You're really on the wrong path. This old man knows a bit about fate."

"You and I are fated. You should acknowledge me as your master. I am your destined benefactor. My martial arts are innately compatible with you. If you follow me, you will definitely become a great emperor in the future!"

Elder Mo, who was blocking Xiao Huohuo, advised Xiao Huohuo earnestly.

This was completely different from what he had expected.

When he had just woken up, he had thought that Xiao Huohuo would come to beg him, and then he would pretend to test him.

In the end, he would accept Xiao Huohuo as his disciple.

But the reality was that Xiao Huohuo had no interest in him at all. He was so stubborn that even ten cows couldn't pull him back. He wanted to become a monk at some bullshit Shaolin.

He didn't care how awesome he used to be.

He didn't care what kind of shocking martial arts he gave him.

There were only three words: not interested.

He was still the one who lowered himself and spent all his effort to persuade him. He was even trying his best to persuade him.

Xiao Huohuo treated him as fart and came to Shaoshi Mountain without looking back.

He was determined to become a monk today.

Elder Mo was so angry that his soul was unstable. He felt like he was about to vomit blood and die on the spot.

"Elder Mo, please let me go."

"Why do you have to take me in as your disciple? I've already said that I'm not interested in your shocking martial arts. I, Xiao Huohuo, will definitely become a monk at Shaolin in this life. "

Xiao Huohuo's expression was resolute. He directly bypassed Elder Mo and continued to rush up the mountain without looking back.

Thinking about how determined Xiao Huohuo was.

If he wanted to become a monk at Shaolin, no one could stop him …

"No, there's something wrong with you."

"I've divined before that you have a marriage dispute with the Wu family's girl from the Dingxi General's residence …"

At this moment, Elder Mo felt that his entire body was in a daze. He knew some fortune-telling and had also divined before.

However, the development of everything had completely deviated from his calculations.

Xiao Huohuo was determined to become a monk, and even ten cows couldn't pull him back. He wanted to cry but had no tears. The marriage that was originally destined to happen was also cut off by Xiao Huohuo.

He was truly in a daze!

"Elder Mo, please conduct yourself with dignity. I, Xiao Huohuo, have nothing to do with that Miss Wu Youruo."

"Elder, can you not spread rumors?"

Xiao Huohuo was angry. He didn't have any thoughts about Wu Youruo at all. Furthermore, he wanted to become a monk at Shaolin.

If you continue to spout nonsense like this, it will affect his reputation.

In the future, it will also affect Shaolin's reputation.

Elder, can you not spread rumors like this?

If things go wrong, he might even go to the authorities and sue you for slander!

"I …"

Elder Mo's soul trembled. He had the urge to die on the spot after being insulted to the point of speechlessness.

"Idiot, idiot …"

Elder Mo looked up to the sky and sighed. Finally, he scolded and mocked, "This Shaoshi Mountain is barren of spirit energy. This Shaolin is just a small mountain temple. You want to become a monk here? You're really stupid.

"Which temple in the world isn't better than this Shaolin?

"Buddhism is vast, and Buddhism reigns supreme in the world. If you want to become a monk, why do you have to go to this small mountain temple in the middle of nowhere?"

The angry Elder Mo sneered. He was so angry that he started to mock Xiao Huohuo.

Dong!

Weng weng weng …

At this moment, a bell rang on Shaoshi Mountain. The melodious sound of the bell traveled down the mountain and reverberated in the ears for a long time.

This bell was noble, loud, pure, and calm …