If he couldn't tell the old monk's bluff, would Chen Yi still be fooling around? Would he still have the nerve to claim to be the savior of human souls?

Old monk, let me compare my meditation skills with you, so that you can see what it means to be a born Buddhist.

Chen Yi really just sat down in front of the temple gate with his eyes closed, silent and motionless.

On the first day, the temple door was closed tightly. It seemed that his arrival was not taken into consideration at all and had long been forgotten.

The next day and the third day, there was no movement at all.

On the fourth day, the temple door was still closed, but a bare head popped out of the mottled temple wall on one side.

It was the young monk who opened the door for Chen Yi that day. He climbed on the wall, looked at Chen Yi who remained silent, shook his head, and shrank back.

On the fifth and sixth days, the young monks would climb on the wall to take a look, and then shrink back.

On the seventh day, bald heads appeared one after another on the walls on both sides of the temple gate.

He looked at Chen Yi sitting in front of the temple gate as if watching the excitement, and was amazed.

A bald man asked suspiciously: "Has he really sat there for six days without moving? Not eating or drinking?"

Another bald man said: "Is there anything wrong then? Today is seven days, and Senior Brother Chunzhen is watching every day."

"Huh? Where is Senior Brother Chunzhen?"

"Go and report to the abbot."

"How do you think he can sit for so long? Usually the abbot asks me to meditate, but I am very tired after a few hours."

"You are so hungry!"

"Sure enough, won't he die of hunger and thirst?"

"I heard from Senior Brother Chunzhen that his martial arts skills are not weak and he can withstand it for ten days and a half."

"It's been a long time since Shaolin accepted any disciples from outside. I haven't seen him since I entered the temple. Is it useful for him to sit like this?"

"I don't think the abbot will accept him. If we hadn't been abandoned since childhood, we wouldn't be able to enter the temple."

"Do you think we should secretly give him some food and drink? Considering how young he is, how deep his cultivation can be? Even if we don't accept him, we don't want to make him hungry and thirsty."

"What are you doing? Don't you want to practice? Then just copy the scriptures for me!"

A group of young bald heads were lying on the wall, talking to each other. Suddenly, there was a scolding from behind, and the two rows of bald heads screamed, and they suddenly dispersed.

The young monk's bald head was revealed again on the wall. He glanced at it, shook his head and retreated.

Although Chen Yi turned a deaf ear to these movements, in fact, everything around him was in his "eyes".

In addition to these monks, there was actually an old monk who seemed angry and disliked him in the past few days. He had been hiding in a corner and watching secretly.

It's just that this old man is too stubborn, so he may have to sit for a while before he can enter this door.

When Chen Yi and the abbot old monk were competing to see who was more stubborn, a little kid ten thousand miles away was also holding on stubbornly.

Tianshan Mountain, as its name suggests, is located high and far away, as high as the sky, far away from the world.

High up on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, far away from the human world, there is a continuous and magnificent building.

This is the Tianxiahui.

In heaven and earth, I am the only one in the world.

Although it is on the top of a high mountain, there are magnificent pavilions and statues everywhere, looming in the clouds and mist, like a heavenly palace.

This kind of residence far away from the mortal world seems to be an uncontested place that is isolated from the worldly thoughts and thoughts.

But in reality, this place is full of fights, hustle and bustle...

Even if they are just a few years old, they still have to fight!

This is the truth that Xiao Duanlang has come to realize in less than a month since he came here.

At this time, he was watching his only friend Xiao Nie Feng gloomily, playing with a little girl in the garden.

Not far away, at the foot of a majestic statue of unknown origin, a boy with a face as cold as frost and seemingly unable to smile was sitting quietly, carving a piece of wood with a knife in his hand.

Except for Xiao Nie Feng, there is no one here that he can take notice of.

But because several of them entered Tianxiahui at almost the same time, they reluctantly came together.

"Hey! New here!"

A voice that was obviously still immature but also arrogant and surly came from afar.

Xiao Duanlang's round little face suddenly wrinkled into a ball.

The stubbornness that had taken root in his little mind early made him tighten his face the moment he turned around, not wanting to show a trace of fear.

Little Nie Feng and the little girl who were playing stopped and got together in fear.

The cold boy under the magnificent statue still lowered his head, and the carving in his hand did not stop at all. He seemed not to hear the movement around him at all.

"What do you want to do?"

Xiao Duanlang took courage and stood in front of Nie Feng.

This is a group of kids about the same age as them.

He knew that these people were crueler than many adults.

A boy who was obviously much taller and stronger put his hands on his hips and held his head high, trying his best to show his authority: "Don't you know the rules? Newcomers must first come over and kneel down and kowtow to us. How many days have you been here? How many days have you been here?

You want us to come and invite you in person? What a big deal!"

"That's right. Originally, three kowtows were enough. Now that we are here in person, each of you has to kowtow thirty times. Otherwise, it will not be as easy as you!"

A child screamed with a look of anger that was disproportionate to his age.

Facing a group of people who were older than them and whose figures were all fake, the three of them were very scared.

Little Duanlang was no exception. He just tried to hold on and didn't show anything. He held his neck and shouted: "Huh, so what about the new ones? Isn't it important that you arrived first?"

"Duan Lang..." Little Nie Feng pulled his sleeve, fearing that he would anger these people.

"What are you afraid of?"

Little Duanlang shook off his hand and stared at the children: "Do you dare to compete? Whoever loses kowtows to the winner? How about that?"

The tall boy felt offended and said angrily: "What a loud tone. Come with me and teach them how to behave in the world!"

A group of children swarmed menacingly.

Little Duanlang stared at the tall boy and pounced on him, allowing him to be punched and kicked, but he just clung to him and struggled with him.

Although little Nie Feng was scared next to him, he did not retreat at this time. He gritted his teeth and rushed into the crowd.

After all, they are all children. Although their nature has been distorted, they still have basic goodwill and bottom line. No one touches that little girl.

The boy under the statue still didn't care, as if he didn't care.

Although the two of them are young, they have extraordinary backgrounds. Their biological fathers are Beiyin Kuangdao and Nanlin Swordshead, two of the top masters in the world.

Against a dozen kids who were taller than them, they actually didn't lose out for a while and knocked down several of them one after another.

In the chaos, a child saw that he and others were bullying the minority, and was actually being suppressed. His little face couldn't help but show a ferocious look, he took out a short knife from his waist and rushed towards the little Nie Feng who was nearby.

The boy under the statue suddenly raised his head, shook his hand, and threw the wooden sculpture in his hand.

The force was actually not weak, and it brought up a strong wind and shot towards the kid holding the knife.

"Nie Feng! Be careful!"

The little girl who was completely helpless and could only cry on the side screamed, and at this moment she rushed towards the child holding the knife, hugged him desperately, threw him to the ground, but just escaped the incoming shot.

Wood carving.

The wooden sculpture kept moving, shooting straight towards the trail behind.
Chapter completed!