Hanging Temple, Sutra Pavilion.

Crunch...

The thick wooden door covered with red paint was slowly pushed open by Ji Qiu.

Gently lifting up the hem of the monk's robe, Ji Qiu then raised his steps, crossed the threshold high, and faced the old monk who was sitting on the rocking chair in front of the horizontal table on the left, his eyes narrowed, as if he was sleeping, and he respectfully said:

"Disciple Zhenru, pay your respects to Master Enlightenment!"

Xuankong Temple has been passed down for two hundred years, and the seniority has changed from generation to generation. Today, the whole temple has the Jingzi generation as the backbone. As for the Kongzi generation who is further up, they have become the elders of the temple.

Even the current abbot, the first Master Kongwen, is just of the Kongzi generation.

For example, Master Awakening who is stationed in the Sutra Pavilion, as one of the few eminent monks of the Awakening generation, is nothing less than a living stone-level figure for this generation of Xuankong Temple.

In the past, Ji Qiu didn't know the depth of his strength. He only knew that this man was really knowledgeable and could pick up almost all kinds of Buddhist scriptures at his fingertips.

But this time through the simulation, Ji Qiu realized that in the past, he had underestimated this old man who was almost on his deathbed.

[Enlightenment: In the Xuankong Temple, the martial arts is number one]

[8 years old: Entered the temple and became a novice monk. He has extraordinary qualifications and has high hopes from his elders. ]

[16 years old: A second-rate achiever, a small master in martial arts, high-spirited, traveling down the mountain, and making his first appearance within a hundred miles.]

[27 years old: Master of martial arts, a first-class master, the best martial artist in the world, defeated the young heroes of six sects in a row, fought against the older generation, won and lost, and became famous all over the world!]

[40 years old: Qi rushes to Dantian, true Qi becomes Zhou Tian, ​​enters martial arts innate, and becomes a martial arts master of a generation!]

[60 years old: Traveled thousands of miles to seek enlightenment, but unfortunately there was no chance. In the end, he had to return to Xuankong Temple, sit in the Sutra Pavilion, devote himself to studying the secrets of martial arts, and then disappeared from the world. 】

[105 years old: Young spirit, middle-aged ambition, but unfortunately, from then on, he spent fifty years in desolation, seeking no way. Finally, he knew that his time had come, so he had no choice but to sit down and die in a quiet room after sighing three times. 】

[Simulation evaluation: Everything is fate, and no one can control anything.]

Innate in martial arts!

For a moment, Ji Qiu's breathing paused and his pupils widened slightly.

He didn't expect that the old monk, who was usually quiet and always gave him kind guidance, could have such strength?

Before changing his destiny against the will of heaven, through the fate of his previous life, Ji Qiu also knew that the awakened master sitting in the Sutra Pavilion had extraordinary martial arts, but he did not know that he was only one step away from becoming a Taoist!

Because according to the trajectory, the enlightened monk, who is now ninety years old, will pass away in another fifteen years.

Until his death, Xuankong Temple was still very powerful and no chaos occurred, so Ji Qiu had never seen the old monk take action.

But whether it should be said or not, it is really a pity to spend a lifetime seeking the truth without hope.

"Things that didn't happen or be discovered during the previous simulation, but which changed my destiny in this life, were successfully discovered by me."

"When a butterfly flaps its wings, all established trajectories will deviate and never be the same again."

"So the path I take in this life will definitely not be the same as those words."

Ji Qiu thought to himself, his Taoist heart was firm.

When he was distracted, a voice came out, interrupting his chaotic thoughts:

"It turns out it's you who disturbed my dream."

"Why, you are out of character today. Why don't you go straight to those martial arts books? Instead, you keep staring at the old monk."

"Could it be that you want me to teach you, a young monk, martial arts?"

Feeling Ji Qiu's gaze, the old monk wearing a light red gold-edged cassock slowly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the motionless Ji Qiu in front of him, and immediately smiled kindly.

"Ahem!"

"Disciple offends."

After hearing the words of awakening, Ji Qiu coughed quickly, shook his head, and stopped being in a daze. Instead, he took out the bronze token from his sleeves, held it up with respectful hands, and said:

"Master, Zhenru came here this time not to practice martial arts, nor to ask for advice like you always do."

"Now that I have mastered the Great Sumeru Boxing, I asked the abbot's permission today to come to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to select the Zhenqi method. I am fully prepared to break into the first class."

"So I hope Master knows that this is a token. Please take a look at it."

Having said that, Ji Qiu gently placed the token on the horizontal table and stood with his hands down.

"Um?"

These words actually surprised Suo Wu, and he almost thought he was hallucinating.

Then he raised his eyes and saw through the authenticity of the token, and also knew that Ji Qiu had not cheated.

This time, the old monk was even more shocked.

What the hell.

At the age of nine, you need to practice internal skills and become a first-class person?

Those old monks who have long since passed away, seeing these many achievements of their own, kept shouting all day long, saying what they thought was the hope for the future of Xuankong Temple.

If they saw that this little monk was really like him, wouldn't they be able to jump out of the graveyard and live another life?

However, it should not be said that the old monk Xue Wu was very good at cultivating his qi. Even though there was a storm in his heart, his face was still calm and calm.

His originally lazy eyebrows suddenly shrugged, and then he straightened up, looked Ji Qiu up and down, and then nodded and pretended:

"I was mistaken. The young monk is not bad, and he can be considered as elegant as your master and me back in the day."

"I have read the token and it is accurate. What kind of method do you want to choose? After you have chosen it, remember to come back and tell me so that I can give you a reference, Master."

"If there is anything you don't understand or understand, you can come and ask me. Anyway, you little guy has never been polite."

"Okay, let's go, don't disturb the old monk, I'm resting."

After saying that, Suo Wu lay down again and spread out on the rocking chair, with a look of enjoyment on his face and said no more words.

Seeing this, Ji Qiu, who already knew that this old monk was a master and had always taken good care of him, would not bother him too much.

After putting the token away again, Ji Qiu looked at the Tripitaka Pavilion and walked towards the second floor area.

When he saw Ji Qiu walking forward, about to pass the area where Buddhist scriptures were arranged, and cross the wooden stairs to go up to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion, he opened his slightly closed eyes, and then whispered to himself:

"The young monk is so talented. He is no less talented than the old monk. The old monk can see the shadow of his own past in him."

"I have no chance in this life. I just hope that this little monk can live up to expectations and go and see what the Taoist realm is like..."

After the old monk finished speaking, he shook his head with a sad expression on his face.

His face showed a bit of the vicissitudes of life, as well as a touch of melancholy and unwillingness.

Too.

After walking a hundred steps, he fell at the last hurdle. Who can let this matter go easily...

Let’s talk about the other side.

After Ji Qiu greeted the monks who came in twos and threes to read Zen scriptures and martial arts classics, he was about to set foot on the Sutra Pavilion, which leads directly to the second floor.

But just as he was standing at the beginning of the stairs, thinking about which martial arts technique to choose.

But when he glanced at him, he saw a gray-robed monk who was slightly older than him and looked unremarkable.
Chapter completed!