chapter 71

This black-clothed old man was like a ghost, ethereal and without a body.

He stood in front of the Hidden Scriptures Pavilion.

His Divine Soul Body began to tremble as the black shadows surrounded him.

"There's no need to be nervous."

Xuanxin raised his hand. He was very calm and composed, as if he had already expected everything.

Xuan Gang, Xuan Yuan, and Wu Neng, who was protecting him.

Only then did he relax.

"Abbot, this is Elder Mo, a senior with great martial arts. His body has been destroyed, and he can only survive as a soul."

"Elder Mo doesn't have any ill intentions."

Xiao Huohuo immediately stood up and explained.

Although he didn't know much about Elder Mo, he knew that Elder Mo wasn't an evil person.

He, Xiao Huohuo, was able to see this.

"Abbot, this person is at least in the Divine Transformation Stage."

As the Grand Secretary of the Great Zhou Empire, Wu Neng was incomparable to everyone present, whether it was in terms of insight or experience.

"Hiss …"

Xiao Huohuo and Xuangang Xuanyuan both sucked in a breath of cold air. After hearing this, their eyes were filled with shock.

They were extremely shocked!

Wu Zhen and Wu Tian, on the other hand, didn't know anything about the Divine Transformation Stage.

They had never even heard of it.

The martial arts realms were divided into Houtian, Connate, Foundation Establishment, Aurous Core, Nascent Soul, Divine Transformation …

What kind of existence was the Divine Transformation Stage?

Previously, the strongest Demon Lord in the world was only in the Divine Transformation Stage. There were very few experts in the world who could reach this level of martial arts.

Although Wu Neng was only in the Connate Perfection Stage, he knew that he could survive in the world as a soul body.

The martial arts realm had to be at least in the Divine Transformation Stage!

"Amitabha."

After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin was expressionless and ignored Elder Mo who was standing in front of the hall.

Instead, he walked straight into the Hidden Scriptures Pavilion.

Standing in the attic, Xuanxin's sea of consciousness was filled with the light of Buddha. He saw that on the walls of this magnificent 18-story Sutra Depository, simple, elegant, and exquisite mysterious paintings appeared.

The paintings were of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas!

Seeing the picture that appeared in the Scripture Pavilion, everyone couldn't help but be amazed.

Elder Mo, who was illusory and shadowy like a ghost, was dumbfounded. His Divine Soul trembled as he pointed at the painting of gods and Buddhas on the eighteenth floor of the Sutra Depository.

A wave of shock swept over him as his boundless Spirit energy became unstable at this moment.

"Within the Three Realms and Four Lives, everyone is exempt from the cycle of reincarnation. Within the Nine Underworlds and Ten Categories, everyone is free from the sea of bitterness."

"Boundless World, Everlasting Earth, Earth Dragon God, Monk An, Dharma Protector."

"To think that I've only been enlightened to this day."

Illusory and shadowy, Elder Mo, whose Divine Soul existed, looked at the eighteenth floor of the Hidden Scriptures Pavilion.

His Divine Soul trembled continuously as he looked at Xuanxin with a gaze that was full of vicissitudes of life. He said sincerely, "Master, you are a divine monk with profound Dharma. You are the reincarnation of Buddha. You are the Son of Buddha. Can you guide me into Shaolin?"

Elder Mo stared deeply at Xuanxin, his eyes filled with reverence.

The sound of Shaolin's bell had caused his Divine Soul to solidify. The vast Dharma had caused him to be enlightened. Only now did he see this magnificent and majestic Hidden Scriptures Pavilion.

He had just been enlightened and realized that Shaolin was where his soul belonged.

His fate had long been decided.

"There is no one in Shaolin that cannot be enlightened."

A hint of understanding flashed across Xuanxin's eyes as he said to the black-clothed old man meaningfully.

What the Hidden Scriptures Pavilion lacked was the injection of a soul that was compatible with one's Fate.

And this black-clothed old man just happened to be compatible with the Hidden Scriptures Pavilion. At this moment, Xuanxin didn't know what to say.

This was fate. This black-clothed old man, Elder Mo, had such a coincidental fate with Shaolin.

Xuanxin didn't know what to say about this kind of coincidental fate.

"Disciple Mo Wen greets Abbot."

The black-clothed old man prostrated himself on the ground and bowed deeply to Xuanxin.

"Xuan Yuan, go to my meditation room and bring me Shaolin's name list."

Xuan Xin turned around and said to Xuan Yuan, who was dumbfounded and didn't understand what was going on.

"Yes."

Xuan Yuan turned around and hurriedly ran to the meditation room.

Xuanxin was prepared to officially accept Xiao Huohuo and Mo Wen as disciples of Shaolin.

"Abbot, here you are."

Soon, Xuan Yuan handed over Shaolin's name list.

"Today, I accept Xiao Huohuo and Mo Wen as my third generation disciples of Shaolin."

Xuanxin opened Shaolin's name list and wrote down Xiao Huohuo and Mo Wen's basic information.

Xiao Huohuo walked forward and knelt in front of Xuanxin in a sacred and excited manner.

"Xiao Huohuo, third generation disciple, direct disciple of the head. Dharma name is Wu Yan."

"Mo Wen, third generation disciple, Dharma name is Wu Ming."

After recording their information in Shaolin's name list, it could be considered as officially accepting the two as disciples.

Xiao Huohuo's Dharma name is Wu Yan because he was born with a fire fate. In this life, he was destined to play with fire.

As for Mo Wen, his Dharma name is Wu Ming. Xuanxin's main hope is that in the future, he can silently guard the Scripture Pavilion in Shaolin without seeking fame or fortune.

"Wu Yan …"

Xiao Huohuo muttered to himself, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter. He felt that this Dharma name was a perfect match for him.

"Disciple thanks Master."

"Disciple thanks Abbot."

Xiao Huohuo and the black-clothed old man Mo Wen expressed their sincere thanks in unison.

Wu Yan, also known as Xiao Huohuo, was Xuanxin's third direct disciple. Before him was the first disciple Wu Zhen and the second disciple Wu Tian.

Xiao Huohuo was ranked third.

As for Wu Ming, he was the same as Wu Neng, belonging to the third generation disciple. His status was slightly lower than Xiao Huohuo's direct disciple.

In front of the Scripture Pavilion, after receiving Xiao Huohuo and the black-clothed old man Mo Wen into Shaolin.

Xuanxin then held a simple tonsure ceremony.

The main purpose was to shave Xiao Huohuo's head. Because Wu Ming was a soul, there was no way to shave his head.

After the tonsure was completed, Xiao Huohuo put on his monk robes and stood obediently beside Wu Zhen and Wu Tian.

Xuangang Xuanyuan, as well as Wu Zhen and Wu Tian, as well as Wu Yan and Wu Neng, everyone's gazes were gathered on the black-clothed old man Wu Ming and Xuanxin.

Xuanxin took a deep breath, looked at the trembling Wu Ming, and said, "Are you ready?"

Wu Ming bowed deeply and said excitedly, "Reporting to the abbot, this disciple is ready."

"Mm."

Xuanxin nodded, then put his palms together. After closing his eyes, the Buddha's light filled his sea of consciousness.

Immediately, he recited the Mahayana Vajra Sutra and said, "This is what I heard. For a time, the Buddha only gave a tree to the lonely garden in the Shewei Kingdom. With the competition, one thousand two hundred and fifty people … "

As soon as Xuanxin recited the sutra, his body immediately emitted a vast Buddha's aura.

Solemn and sacred.

Xuangang Xuanyuan, as well as Wu Zhen, Wutian Wuyan, and Wu Neng immediately sat down cross-legged.

Their faces were full of piety as they listened to the Buddha's teachings.

As Xuanxin recited the Vajra Sutra, the Buddha's light filled his sea of consciousness, and a mysterious epiphany lingered in his heart. On the walls of the magnificent eighteen floors of the Sutra Depository Pavilion, there were pictures of gods and Buddhas.

They emitted rays of golden light. This golden light seemed to have boundless power, enveloping the illusory black shadow of Wu Ming.

Wu Ming, who was bathed in the golden Buddha's light, turned into a mass of nothingness and merged into the Sutra Depository Pavilion.

His soul directly merged with the Sutra Depository Pavilion.

When the golden Buddha's light faded, Wu Ming's existence could no longer be seen. A mass of red fire attribute energy condensed in front of the Sutra Depository Pavilion.

The gray earth attribute energy, the blue water attribute energy, the green wood attribute energy, and the golden metal attribute energy.

Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The energy of the five elements was condensed, reinforcing and restraining each other. It was extremely pure.

When these five pure energy of the five elements fused together, it formed a mysterious black energy mass.

With the black energy mass as the center, it set off gusts of strong wind.

When everything returned to normal, the black energy mass dissipated. Standing in front of the Sutra Depository Pavilion was a skinny figure.

He was like a dead tree, silent and lifeless, an old monk.

This old monk was Wu Ming.

He was no longer a soul body. His soul had merged with the Sutra Depository Pavilion, and with the help of the vast Buddha's power in the Sutra Depository Pavilion, he condensed the energy of the five elements.

He used the pure energy of the five elements to forge the Five Elements Body.

"Disciple thanks Abbot."

With a skinny figure, like a dead tree, the quiet Wu Ming knelt in front of Xuanxin devoutly.

After so many years, Wu Ming finally had a body. He felt like he was a new man.

The only difference was that his body did not have any body temperature.

There was no breath of life.

He did not need to eat.