chapter 83

The current Shaolin Temple was located within a radius of 30 miles around Shaoshi Mountain, with Fallen Immortal Town as the center.

It was quite famous.

In particular, Shaolin Temple attracted a group of believers from Baoguang Temple.

Early this morning, more than 300 pilgrims and believers gathered at Shaolin Temple one after another.

After burning incense, praying to Buddha, and listening to Xuanxin preaching the Dharma, they quickly went down the mountain one after another.

The temple returned to silence.

Basically, it was only lively in the morning.

After all, most of the pilgrims and believers were ordinary people. Just going up the mountain to worship Buddha would take them half a day.

Most of the rest of the time, they still had to work for their livelihood.

At present, today should be the peak of Shaolin's incense offerings. If nothing major happened to Shaolin in the future.

Basically, there would be fewer and fewer pilgrims gathering every day.

It would gradually decrease day by day.

After all, not every pilgrim and believer could be pious enough to lie on Shaoshi Mountain every day to burn incense, worship Buddha, and listen to the Dharma.

They might come today, but they would have to wait for two or three days before coming.

Ordinary people also had a hard life. In the end, burning incense and worshipping Buddha were just spiritual sustenance in their lives.

They were busy with their livelihood. Daily necessities were the main focus of their daily work.

Xuanxin estimated that in the following peaceful days, the number of pilgrims and believers would decrease bit by bit.

In the end, it should stabilize at less than 100.

And it was mainly concentrated in the morning.

After all, they could worship Buddha and burn incense in the morning and listen to Xuanxin's Dharma. It would not delay their busy livelihood.

Xuanxin also understood that Shaolin should settle down in the following time.

Stabilize.

Shaoshi Mountain needed the recovery of spiritual aura, and Shaolin needed the development of martial arts. He should use this period of time to improve and accumulate.

It was a good thing.

Taking advantage of this period of stability, Xuanxin should also cultivate in seclusion.

It would be best if he could break through to the Innate Stage.

Xuanxin had taken the Foundation-Building Pill before, so he did not have any martial arts bottlenecks when he broke through to the Innate Stage.

As long as one's cultivation strength increased, one would naturally be able to achieve a breakthrough.

Moreover, Xuanxin did not have to worry about any martial arts problems.

He didn't have to worry about his Martial Dao state of mind not being able to keep up with this.

Compared to Xuangang Xuanyuan, Wuzhen, and Wutian Wuyan, Xuanxin did not have to worry about this problem at all.

In the Abbot's monastery, one's cultivation speed was a hundred times faster, and one's progress in the Martial Dao was augmented by bitter cultivation.

If he was tired, he would go back to his bedroom and sleep on the big mattress.

His inner Qi was circulating automatically, which was also a form of cultivation.

It wouldn't take much time.

"Amitabha."

In the abbot's monastery, Xuanxin was burning incense for Buddha.

They served Buddha wholeheartedly.

"Abbot, disciple Xuan Yuan requests an audience."

Outside the monastery, Xuan Yuan's voice was heard again. No one knew what had happened.

Because there were no pilgrims or believers.

Xuangang Xuanyuan, Wuzhen, Wutian Wuyan, and Wuneng were all cultivating in the Warrior Monk Monastery.

After all, they had nothing to do.

As for Wuneng, he was either sweeping the floor of the Sutra Depository or sweeping the floor within 50 meters of the Sutra Depository.

Now Xuanxin's prestige in the Shaolin Temple had reached an unimaginable level.

In the hearts of Xuangang Xuanyuan, Wuzhen, Wutian Wuyan, Wuneng, and Wuneng, he had been deified.

The reincarnation of Buddha, the living Buddha.

Even Xuangang Xuanyuan, the two Senior Brothers of the Xuan generation, humbly called themselves disciples in front of Xuanxin.

Xuanxin was Shaolin's abbot, and they were Shaolin's disciples.

It was reasonable for them to call themselves disciples in front of the abbot.

In fact, in front of Xuanxin, the two Senior Brothers' attitude was similar to that of disciples of the Wutian generation.

They did not dare to be cocky just because they were of the Xuan generation.

"Come in."

Xuanxin sat down cross-legged in front of the golden Buddha statue in the hall of the monastery.

His handsome facial features and extraordinary temperament made him look calm and composed.

His posture was unfathomable.

"Abbot, Baoguang Temple just sent someone to deliver these."

As soon as Xuan Yuan entered the hall, he respectfully handed over two items.

One was a purple stamp with a Buddhist pattern.

The other was a white cloth bag.

"Baoguang Temple?"

Xuanxin could not help but be stunned. Baoguang Temple was still very powerful. It could be considered the largest Buddhist temple in a radius of 50 miles.

There were many pilgrims and believers!

The old monk was flexible. Not only was his martial strength at the peak of the Innate Realm, but he also had deep attainments and good comprehension in Buddhism.

Why did he send someone to deliver these things at this time?

Taking the stamp and the cloth bag, Xuanxin first opened the cloth bag to take a look. There was about a catty of rice inside.

The most incredible thing was that the rice was all purple.

Each grain was plump.

"Abbot, this is Six Suns Rice. It's an extremely rare and precious spiritual rice."

"Because it ripens every six years, it's called Six Suns Rice."

Xuan Yuan's eyes lit up and his face flushed with excitement as if he had seen a treasure.

His breathing quickened.

In the past, the Shaolin Temple was so poor that he could not even afford to eat. How could he have seen such a treasure?

"Six Suns Rice?"

Xuanxin frowned. He could also see that this Six Suns Rice was very precious.

But what was the old monk of Baoguang Temple doing?

Why did he give such a precious thing to Shaolin?

"Abbot, this Six Suns Rice needs to be carefully cultivated in the spiritual field. It ripens every six years, and its yield is very small."

"In terms of grade, it's a sixth-class spiritual material. It's very helpful for warriors below the Innate Realm to improve their martial arts cultivation."

Xuan Yuan learned about Six Suns Rice from the senior monk who had just come to deliver it from Baoguang Temple.

He had specially explained that Six Suns Rice was a hundred times more precious than gold.

Baoguang Temple only had this much.

They were reluctant to eat it because they were afraid that Shaolin would ruin it.

"A sixth-class spiritual material?"

Obviously, Xuanxin had never heard of such a thing.

How poor was the Shaolin Temple?

And they were used to being poor. How could they have seen or heard of such a treasure?

"Take it down and cook it for lunch."

He threw the cloth bag to Xuan Yuan. There was only a catty of spirit rice. Shaolin currently had seven monks, excluding Wu Ming.

It was not enough for everyone to have a meal.

However, in the future, after Shaolin's spiritual aura recovered, spiritual materials and spirit beasts would also appear in Shaoshi Mountain.

Even Heaven and Earth Rare Treasures.

"Ah!"

"Abbot, how can we do this?"

"How can this Six Suns Rice be enough for everyone?"

"I think it's better to cook it for lunch. Abbot, you can enjoy it alone. With the help of the Six Suns Rice, you may be able to break through to the Innate Realm!"

Xuan Yuan was shocked at first, and then he was moved and said in a firm tone.

There was only a catty of spirit rice in total.

The abbot actually wanted to share it with everyone.

Thinking of this, Xuan Yuan was moved. The abbot had been racking his brains for Shaolin's development. He had always been thinking for Shaolin and for them …

"Okay."

Hearing that there was a possibility of breaking through to the Innate Realm, Xuan Yuan thought for a moment and nodded.

There was only a catty of Six Suns Rice.

Such a precious sixth-class spiritual material was indeed not enough for Shaolin and the other monks.

There were too many monks and too little porridge. Eating it would not have any effect.

It would be a waste.

"Tianbei City, 18th Rookie Disciple Competition in the Sect."

"What's this?"

Xuan Xin picked up the purple seal. With a single glance, one could tell that this purple seal came from the hands of a Buddhist.