chapter 86
The next morning, as Xuanxin expected, the number of pilgrims and believers on the mountain decreased a lot.
Most of the pilgrims were busy making a living.
They didn't come to Shaoshi Mountain every day to burn incense, worship Buddha, and listen to Buddhism.
After eating breakfast and preaching the Mahayana Buddhist Dharma, all the pilgrims were sent away.
Shaolin Temple returned to tranquility.
Xuangang Xuanyuan and Wutian Wuyan devoted themselves to cultivation. With the help of the Heaven Meditation Room of the Warrior Monk Temple, their cultivation speed was ten times faster.
Their martial strength was advancing by leaps and bounds.
Right now, everything in the temple was handed over to the direct disciple, Wu Zhen, to handle.
Wuzhen, an Old Man in his sixties, was definitely not qualified to participate in the new disciples competition of the Tianbei City Sect.
Wu Neng, a master of the Connate Full Circle, basically returned to the meditation room after ringing the bell every day.
He tried his best to restore his internal Qi.
Apart from ringing the bell, Wu Neng could do nothing else.
With the recovery of the Spirit Qi in Shaoshi Mountain, it wouldn't take long for the cultivation of the Connate Realm to be fully satisfied.
As for Wu Ming, the top level Divine Transformation Realm sweeping monk.
He had been silently sweeping the floor of the Sutra Depository.
Xuanxin didn't go to see it.
Now he was thinking about the new disciples competition of the Tianbei City Sect.
"I should also seize the time to break through to the Connate Realm as soon as possible."
Standing in the yard, looking at the beautiful scenery of the mountain peak in the distance, Xuanxin frowned and muttered to himself from time to time.
He was about to turn around and return to the abbot's meditation room to cultivate.
In the distance, in the clouds in the sky, a big eagle flew over from the distance.
Flapping its wings, it went straight to the Shaolin Temple of Shaoshi Mountain.
From a small black dot, it was getting closer and closer to the Shaolin Temple, and the big eagle was getting clearer and clearer.
"Eh?"
Xuanxin couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. Xuanxin only realized the size of the big eagle when it got closer.
It was not an exaggeration to call it a strange beast.
An adult could even lie on the back of the eagle.
Moreover, the eagle's target seemed to be Xuan Xin, who was standing in the courtyard. When the eagle's huge wings flapped, a strong wind blew.
Xuan Xin was shocked. Only now did she see clearly that there was a furry, snow-white little creature on the eagle's back.
It was a Little Ferret with snow-white fur, full of spirituality. The little guy was lazily lying on the back of the eagle.
"Libation."
Not only did Xuanxin remember this Little Ferret, he even had a deep impression of it. It was the little pet of the white-clothed girl, Ah Qi, a few days ago.
The name of Little Ferret was Libation...
The huge eagle flapped its huge wings, causing gusts of wind as it flew directly into the courtyard.
That huge figure emitted the aura of a ferocious beast.
Xuanxin couldn't help but feel shocked.
He had never seen such a strange beast before. Xuanxin felt like he was standing on the back of a giant eagle.
It could also carry him into the sky.
This giant eagle was so huge that it could definitely be caught as a mount.
On the back of the giant eagle, Little Ferret Libation was lazily lying on it.
It held a wine pot in one claw and kept pouring wine into its small mouth. It was already drunk and hazy.
"Amitabha."
After chanting the name of Buddha, Xuanxin couldn't help but feel guilty in his heart.
Drinking was forbidden in the temple.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak …"
In a daze, the half-drunk Little Ferret glanced at Xuanxin and jumped down from the back of the giant eagle.
It waved its claws and gestured at Xuanxin.
Then, it gestured at the giant eagle.
After Little Ferret gestured, the giant eagle flapped its wings and flew away in the courtyard, causing a gust of wind.
Little Ferret Libation walked unsteadily in front of Xuanxin in the courtyard.
It emitted a pungent smell of alcohol.
Clang, clang, clang …
It poured all the wine in the gourd into its mouth and drank it all in one gulp.
Squeak, squeak, squeak …
It waved its little claws and took out a letter from nowhere.
It kept gesturing at Xuanxin. Its drunken eyes were hazy and full of spirituality.
Standing in front of Xuanxin, it swayed and looked like it was drunk. It raised its claws and handed the letter to Xuanxin.
Xuanxin took the letter. Little Ferret Libation walked drunkenly in the courtyard.
In the end, it collapsed in the courtyard.
Huff, huff …
It kept panting and was already dead drunk.
"I've sinned, I've sinned."
After taking the letter, Xuanxin couldn't help but shake his head. This little thing was too presumptuous.
How dare it drink in the peaceful place of my Buddhist sect.
He picked up the letter.
He saw the words written on the cover.
[To Abbot Shaolin, Xuanxin]
Seeing that it was a letter addressed to him, Xuanxin immediately opened it.
After reading the letter, Xuanxin understood.
This letter was written by the girl named Seven. She said that she had arranged for Little Ferret Libation to come and stay in Shaolin for a period of time.
She listened to Shaolin's profound Buddhist teachings and hoped that Xuanxin could take good care of it.
"Sigh."
After reading the letter, Xuanxin shook his head and picked up the drunk Little Ferret.
This little guy reeked of alcohol.
It was furry and light.
He brought it to the abbot's monastery and threw it aside to sober up. After that, Xuanxin didn't care about it anymore.
In the abbot's monastery, his cultivation speed was increased by a hundred times.
He sat in meditation and began to cultivate.
Xuanxin's main task now was to break through to the Innate Realm with all his might.
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At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, in front of the stone tablet at the mountain gate, the Old Man in his sixties, Wuzhen.
He was sweeping the fallen leaves.
On the official road, a carriage galloped over. The tall, sturdy horse was extraordinarily handsome. This was a tamed beast steed.
The person driving the carriage was a young monk.
He had an imposing appearance, a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and big eyes. There was a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows.
He stopped the carriage in front of the stone tablet at the mountain gate.
He stepped on the energy, and the wind blew. With a few light steps, he walked in front of Wuzhen without a speck of dust under his feet.
It meant that this young monk's martial arts were extraordinary.
He was also a Foundation Establishment Innate Expert. He had already reached the Innate Realm at such a young age.
"Amitabha."
After chanting the name of Buddha, the young monk stepped forward and immediately bowed to Wuzhen. He said, "Greetings, great monk. I am Kong Jian, the eldest direct disciple of Abbot Guang Liang in Wenshu Yuan."
"I have been ordered to come here to seek an audience with Master Xuanxin, the abbot of Shaolin."
Seeing this, Wuzhen didn't dare to be negligent. He returned the greeting and said, "Amitabha."
"You're welcome."
"I am Wuzhen, the eldest direct disciple of Abbot Xuanxin in Shaolin."
The Old Man, Wuzhen, learned from Kong Jian in Wenshu Yuan and introduced himself unhurriedly. Finally, he raised his hand and saluted. "Please follow me."
He immediately invited Kong Jian to Shaoshi Mountain.
The thick-browed and big-eyed Kong Jian was immediately stunned. He looked at Wuzhen in disbelief.
He had thought that Wu Zhen was just an ordinary monk in charge of receiving guests.
His status was low, and he was responsible for guarding the mountain gate.
Out of courtesy and respect, he politely called him great monk.
But he didn't expect that such a sixty-year-old Old Man would claim that he was the eldest direct disciple of Abbot Xuanxin in Shaolin.
He was the eldest direct disciple of Abbot Wenshu Yuan, and Wuzhen was the eldest direct disciple of Abbot Shaoshi.
The two were actually of the same status.
But Wuzhen was not only old, his martial arts strength was only at the second stage of the Houtian realm.
Just this?
The eldest direct disciple of Abbot Shaolin was just this?
At such an old age, was he living like a dog?
Following Wuzhen up the mountain step by step, Kong Jian looked at Wuzhen's back. He immediately despised and disdained him.