Three days later.

After passing under the bodhi tree, stepping on the fallen leaves, Ji Qiu walked straight up the mountain road.

His destination was the Sutra-Tibetan Pavilion, which had been built for more than a hundred years and was the most important thing in the huge Xuankong Temple.

He is a master of excellent martial arts and has to work hard to train his body. Even if he is only nine years old, the abbot of Xuankong Temple has no reason to refuse to let such a talented disciple practice internal skills.

Therefore, Ji Qiu successfully obtained the qualification.

It was early autumn and the weather was chilly. The monks in Xuankong Temple came and went, chatting or sweeping, each busy.

But when they saw the young monk dressed in white passing by by chance, they all dropped their affairs in unison.

"It's Junior Brother Zhenru!"

"Junior brother, morning."

"Senior Brother Zhenru, I have just started practicing martial arts. Can you give me some pointers on my dragon claw hand when you have time?"

"Amitabha, my junior brother, did you go to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to write about martial arts in order to practice?"

"What a diligent person..."

Stepping on the blue-grey stone slabs, Ji Qiu walked slowly. All the monks he saw along the way stopped temporarily and greeted Ji Qiu.

After five years of cold and heat, the name of Zhenru has already resounded throughout the entire Xuankong Temple. All the disciples and monks know that there is a martial arts prodigy in this generation, who is comparable to the ancestor's ancient and brilliant qualifications.

All the teachers felt that this son's future was limitless and his talent in martial arts would never be the end of his journey.

Faced with such an honor and second-rate top strength at such a young age, how could anyone dare to disrespect him?

Even if you are a monk, you are not exempt from secular life!

So even though Ji Qiu looked young and harmless, no monk ignored him just because he was older.

Of course, there is also the reason why Ji Qiu himself treats others well and treats everyone equally.

Everywhere he went, whether it was a gray-robed monk sweeping the floor or a senior warrior monk wearing a yellow robe, Ji Qiu had no excuses. Whenever someone spoke to him, he would always respond with a smile.

Even though her face is as bright as a jade tree and her eyebrows are like an ink painting, her unique temperament will leave a deep impression on people even if she has not yet grown.

People will like and be close to beautiful things, especially if the other person is the first to express goodwill.

What's more, he is the person who is known as the first person to carry the title of Xuankong Temple in twenty years?

Forge a good relationship today, and if you can help me a little bit in the future, you will benefit endlessly.

No one would refuse this kind of effort.

[Zhenjue: A young monk in Xuankong Temple]

[13 years old: Sweeping the stone steps at Xuankong Temple, practicing martial arts, and reciting Zen sutras.]

[18 years old: Sweeping the stone steps at Xuankong Temple, practicing martial arts, and reciting Zen sutras.]

[27 years old: There is no hope of success in martial arts, so he is sent to the Buddhist temple at the foot of the mountain as a guest.]

[47 years old: Sudden epidemic, plagued by disasters, died on the couch.]

[Simulation evaluation: All living beings are ordinary and will not leave any deeds in this world. They will be nothing but loess in a hundred years.]

This is the life trajectory of a young monk in gray who is sweeping the steps.

...

[True Cloud: A warrior monk in Xuankong Temple]

[16 years old: I completed my martial arts in Xuankong Temple and was able to pass on superior martial arts.]

[25 years old: I have finally mastered the advanced martial arts and am qualified to practice internal strength.]

[Age 33: Practice in all kinds of ways, endure many hardships, suddenly gain enlightenment, achieve first-class status in the world, serve as a monk in the Xuankong Temple, and become an elder of the Yidi Zhen Temple. 】

[45 years old: Qi and blood are declining day by day, and I am unwilling to accept it. In order to become the martial arts genius I dreamed of, I took a desperate step and tried to break through. Unfortunately, my background was too poor. My Dantian was damaged before I passed the first level, and my lifelong practice was in vain. 】

[47 years old: The internal injuries were difficult to heal, so he died in depression. 】

[Simulation evaluation: There are times in life that must be fulfilled, but there are times in life that are not available, so don’t force yourself.]

This is the life trajectory of the yellow-robed warrior monk who had white gas in his mouth, a rough complexion, and a hint of unruliness.

...

Ji Qiu was walking on the road. He raised his eyes and glanced at everything he saw. The fates of various monks were all floating between his eyes.

This is the new function that the reincarnation simulator launched three days ago.

By exploring the fate of others, you can deduce the life trajectory they will experience in the future.

It is said above that the scope of the investigation depends on Ji Qiu's own strength, but within these three days, Ji Qiu tested dozens of people, but no one could avoid his inspection.

The reason for this is probably because these people spent their entire lives and were still weak in strength even when they died, so they did not reach the upper limit of exploration.

Ji Qiu guessed that if someone could achieve martial arts innateness, or even enter the Tao in one step, he probably wouldn't be able to detect it given his current level.

While thinking in his mind, Ji Qiu's steps never stopped.

He continued walking along the mountain road. After a while, he stepped on the long bluestone steps that were winding and rising up to the blue clouds. He was blown by the cool breeze and heard the sound of rustling leaves. He arrived in front of the Sutra Storage Pavilion.

As soon as I arrived, I was immediately struck by the profound artistic conception of Xuankong Temple that had been accumulated for hundreds of years.

Two age-old evergreen pines, which remain the same all year round, stand in front of this ancient Sutra Pavilion, almost the same age as this ancient building.

Vigorous and powerful black characters, like knives and axes, are engraved on the plaque and hung between the upturned eaves and the red beams and pillars. The writing is square and solemn, and it can be seen that it was written by everyone.

The warrior monks holding sky sticks and wearing yellow monk robes, expressionless, tall and mighty, stand in all directions.

As for this important place of the Sutra Pavilion, unless you are a disciple of Xuankong Temple, you must not enter it.

After entering, without the approval of the abbot to give the token, you will not be able to step onto the second floor to read the exercises.

This is the iron law of Xuankong Temple, but if you violate it, you will be whipped fifty times and given a severe training; in more serious cases, you will be directly expelled from the school and your cultivation will be completely ruined!

The law should not be taught lightly, it is obvious!

"Junior brother Zhenru, are you here to choose martial arts training again?"

The patrolling monks who were guarding the Sutra Pavilion immediately saw Ji Qiu who was stepping up the stairs and wearing eye-catching moon-white monk robes. So when someone got closer, they smiled and asked.

For the past five years, Ji Qiu has practiced various martial arts in the Xuankong Temple, so he is quite familiar with this place.

Coupled with his famous name, it is absolutely normal for these monks to know him.

"It's like I've met two senior brothers."

"But the senior brothers guessed wrong this time."

Looking at the two monks walking slowly in front of him, Ji Qiu first raised his left palm, bowed his eyebrows and bowed, and then took out a token made of bronze from his right sleeve.

Then, he waved it in front of two approaching monks.

This token is engraved with the word "hanging" and is heavy, like a token with some kind of meaning.

As for the style of this token, the monks who guard the Sutra Pavilion all year round will naturally be familiar with it.

Because every now and then, brothers and sisters who are accomplished in martial arts will come to pick up the Zhenqi Kung Fu with this token, hoping to develop their internal strength and become a first-class master.

But the two of them never thought that the person who came to choose today would be the junior brother in front of them who was not yet ten years old...

"This is?"

Among the two yellow-robed monks, the one on the right staggered.

He looked at the token in Ji Qiu's hand. After sizing it up several times, he looked at the equally shocked companion next to him. After a long pause, he spoke in an obscure tone and said:

"Junior brother is so talented."

"You can start cultivating Qi at such a young age. From my senior brother's point of view, I'm afraid you won't be able to achieve innateness until you are only in your twenties!"

After saying that, the yellow-robed monk's eyes could not help but reveal a bit of longing.

Innate martial arts, that may be... a realm that he will never be able to reach or even imagine in his lifetime!

However, for others, it is so within reach.

The gap between people is like the abyss of heaven.

Ji Qiu seemed to notice the loss of focus of the person in front of him, so he didn't waste too much time.

After looking at the two of them, Ji Qiu put the token back into his sleeve. He bowed again and said in a respectful and humble tone:

"Senior brother, can I go in now and report to the elders guarding the pavilion and choose the exercises to practice?"

The tone of voice said it should be taken for granted, as if everything should be the way it should be without any disturbance.

After hearing this, the two yellow-robed monks looked at each other with wry smiles and quickly gave way to a path.

"sure!"

"Junior brother, please excuse me."

The two of them looked at the young figure who pushed open the scripture pavilion and crossed the threshold without pausing before striding in. They had not yet recovered from the shock.

Such a natural talent, even if it is inferior to him...
Chapter completed!