After Dongfang Sheng left, Abbot Xuanci looked around and asked, "What do you guys think?"

Xuan Ji, who was sitting on the right, said: "After the investigation by the abbot's senior brother, this Eastern donor really has no internal strength. Looking at his actions, his lower plate is empty and his steps are not organized. Moreover, there are no calluses on the tiger's mouth, and it doesn't look like someone who has learned weapons."

Xuan Ku said: "Well, it should be impossible to say that he had infiltrated Shaolin without any intention. If someone used light skills to break into the inner courtyard of Shaolin, the temple's masters would be like clouds, and the sound of breaking through the air would inevitably alarm everyone. From this point of view, this donor should have walked into the inner courtyard by accident, but no one noticed it."

Xuan Ji continued, "I have checked the bronze mirror in the Bodhi Courtyard, and there is no trace of touching the bronze mirror and the scriptures behind the mirror."

The abbot nodded and said, "Although the donor in the East is bizarre, it sounds like nothing is suspicious. If he really wants to sneak into this temple, he would not have made up such a special life experience. It seems that it is indeed a misunderstanding. It is also a fuss."

Xuangong said: "This person appeared in the Bodhi Courtyard. The Yijin Sutra hidden in the courtyard was a personal inheritance of Master Bodhi Mahara and a treasure of this temple. It is also necessary to be so careful."

The abbot stood up and said, "In the future, I'll just send some disciples to take special care of them. Please come back, all junior brothers."

No words all night.

In the early morning, Dongfang Sheng got up early and couldn't wait to find the Master Xuanku yesterday after washing. First, although this mental method is just an introduction to internal skills, it is still extremely mysterious for Dongfang Sheng. Second, he is afraid that if he practices too late, the root cause of the disease will be damaged if the sutra falls into some root cause.

Seeing Dongfang Sheng like this, Xuan Ku became more convinced that this person came from overseas. Because the method of luck in the world spread widely, such an introductory mind method is nothing, and the internal strength in any sect is much more profound than this.

Since Dongfangsheng knew nothing about internal strength, Xuan Ku started slowly from the most basic meridians and acupoints. One learned carefully and the other taught carefully. After a few days, Dongfangsheng had completely mastered the theory of internal strength. After all, Dongfangsheng was a modern college student. He knew the importance of learning methods and laying a good theoretical foundation. Therefore, if he didn't understand everything, he would ask questions, and there were no preconceived rules and regulations about internal strength. Some questions also aroused Xuan Ku's interest.

Xuan Ku completely analyzed the various interpretations of internal skills and some experiences. Four or five days passed, and although he had not learned the introductory mental methods at all, Dongfang Sheng's understanding of meridians, acupoints, and internal skills had long surpassed that of ordinary masters in the world. Of course, it was also because Shaolin is worthy of being the authentic martial arts in the world. If it were other masters, it would be difficult to explain it as clearly and thoroughly as Xuan Ku's explanation. Maybe Dongfang Sheng's endless questions would be asked about vomiting blood.

After laying the theoretical foundation, the introductory practice of practicing the introductory technique will naturally come naturally. In just half a day, Dongfang Sheng was free to be lucky and began to fix his slightly blocked hand Taiyin lung meridian. When Dongfang Sheng opened his eyes successfully, he saw Xuan Ku looking at him with a strange look.

"Master?" Dongfang Sheng was quite unnatural when Xuanku saw it.

Xuan smiled bitterly and patted Dongfang Sheng on the shoulder, "Haha, the donor is really a martial arts genius, and he can run his internal breath freely in one day. Although the world is big, there are only a handful of people who can have such qualifications." But he said sadly: "It's a pity, although the donor has excellent qualifications, he is already past the age of practicing martial arts and enlightenment."

Dongfang Sheng was twenty-five years old at this time. From Xuanku's perspective, there was no hope of becoming a first-class master. Dongfang Sheng didn't have much thoughts when he heard this. After he came to this era, he also thought about how to live. Although he had the idea of ​​becoming a martial arts master, he denied this idea again. How could he learn high-level martial arts? For example, in the four generations of Shaolin, Xuan, Hui, Xu, and Kong, the more than a dozen monks who could truly learn the upper-level martial arts were all over his sixties and spent his whole life on martial arts. It would be a waste of life when he was seventy-seventy-six and eighty-year-olds could not stand out. Xuanku now told him that he had no hope of becoming a master at all, and it was just a little bit more giving up.

Although Dongfang Sheng, the person involved, was very open-minded, Xuan Ku was still regretting him and shook his head and said, "If the donor had practiced martial arts fifteen years ago, his current achievements would be even better than my Qiao Feng disciple."

"Boom!" Dongfang Sheng's brain was as if struck by lightning. "Qiao Feng?! Qiao Feng is his apprentice?! Ah, his magic name is Xuan Ku! That abbot is Xuan Ci! Damn, how could I react!" Dongfang Sheng finally realized that he did not come to the Song Dynasty in history, but to the Song Dynasty in the Tianlong Ba tribe!

Xuan Ku turned around and saw the changing expression on Dongfang Sheng's face. He quickly reached out and pointed a finger. A warm internal force flowed into his body, allowing Dongfang Sheng to wake up from his chaotic thoughts. It turned out that Dongfang Sheng's foundation was unstable. The inner breath that had just been practiced was uncontrollable because his mind was not in control, and he ran around in the meridians. Fortunately, this inner breath was too weak and it would not cause any invasion. Xuan Ku was taking care of him, so nothing happened.

Dongfang Sheng calmed down for a moment, and in order to hide the shock in his heart, he thanked Xuan Ku: "Thank you for your help, and I was disappointed and restless, so I lost control of my inner breath."

After hearing this, Xuan Ku thought he was disappointed because he had no hope of becoming a master, so he comforted him and said to him: "You must embrace the internal strength and cultivation. The most important thing is to lose your mind and mind, and the worst will be to worry about your life." Dongfang Sheng was naturally modest and received teaching.

A few days later, Dongfang Sheng mastered his mind and his meridians had returned, so he went to pay homage to Abbot Xuanci. After entering the Zen Room, Dongfang Sheng met Xuanci for the second time. Although Xuanci had not changed much, it was already different in Dongfang Sheng's eyes. Xuanci was Xu Zhu's biological father, and he was in Shaolin with Xu Zhu, but he could not know each other. Finally, he was forced to die with Ye Erniang. Dongfang Sheng couldn't help but shake his head. Although he knew the whole story, he couldn't do anything now. "I hope I can stop Xiao Yuanshan in the future." Dongfang Sheng thought secretly. But with Xiao Yuanshan's martial arts, what can he do? Thinking of this, Dongfang Sheng clenched his fists and strengthened his next plan.

"Meet Master Abbot."

"Oh? The donor in the East. I haven't seen him for a few days and his complexion is much better. How is his injury?"

"I've recovered, thank you Master Abbot."

Xuan Ci said: "This incident started because of my temple. I should have apologized to the donor, so how can I afford the word "Thank you"?"

Dongfang Sheng took a step forward and said to the abbot: "Master, there is a request below."

"Oh? But it's okay to say it."

Dongfang Sheng secretly changed his breath and said calmly: "I think of copying a few scriptures in the Sutra Library."

Xuan Ci's eyes flashed when she heard this, "The donor wants to go to the Sutra Pavilion?"

"That is, all Buddhist scriptures I have known since childhood were oral transmissions by my grandfather, and they were in chaos, so I wanted to copy some."

There are 72 superb arts in Shaolin's mountain-keeping, which are coveted by the world, so the Sutra Pavilion is also one of the forbidden areas in Shaolin. However, there have been many masters in Shaolin Temple. Shaolin monks do not think that anyone can break into the Sutra Pavilion to steal books, so the Sutra Pavilion has no special defense, and there are only four monks guarding the pavilion. The rules of the temple do not stipulate that the Sutra Pavilion is not allowed to enter. Therefore, Xuanci has no reason to prevent Dongfangsheng from going to the Sutra Pavilion. If he insists on not giving in, it will seem that Shaolin Temple is too small.

Xuan Ci frowned slightly, then thought that Dongfang Sheng had no martial arts skills, so he felt relieved and said, "Donor wait, I will send someone to guide the donor."

Dongfang Sheng followed Huiming, and Huiming was sent by the abbot to guide him. "Haha, although it is a bit suspicious that I, an outsider, want to read books in the Sutra Library, I would like to send a second-generation disciple of the Hui generation to monitor me, which is too respectful to me." Dongfang Sheng thought while walking, and then came to the door of the Sutra Library.

The Sutra Library in Shaolin Temple is also an important place in the martial arts world. For Dongfang Sheng, there is more mysterious here. Because the Sutra Library he knows has an extra secret and an extra master who may be the best in the world than the Sutra Library in the eyes of others. The seventy-two unique skills that shock the martial arts world are actually insignificant.

Thinking of the sweeping monk, Dongfang Sheng couldn't help but have many thoughts: Who is this unknown monk? The senior master of Shaolin? It's impossible, because the unknown monk once said that he came here only sixty or seventy years ago, and all the monks of Shaolin generation knew him. Therefore, the unknown monk must be a master of an alien. He was only about thirty when he hid in Shaolin. He could have such cultivation at the age of thirty, and could sneak into Shaolin alone without being discovered. Which sect in the world has such a master? Could it be... that Xiaoyao Sect? If so, by age, he should be Wuyazi's peer. It seems that he has never heard of such a person. He had never had the chance to meet Jin Daxia before, but it seems that this question can only be directly asked the person involved in the future. Dongfang Sheng was slightly amused by his own thoughts.
Chapter completed!