From the monk, everyone could associate him with the thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple, which was famous both inside and outside the country. This ancient temple with a thousand-year-old history had also walked through the wind and rain, and it had been bumpy along the way. No one could have thought that those guys who relied on eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha would be able to achieve their current glory.
Xiaolou had gained a lot along the way with the old monk. Not everyone in this world treated everyone with a cold face. At least, there were those warm-hearted old people who would always lend a generous helping hand when the monk passed by. In fact, the old monk was not greedy for their money. He just wanted to educate the eye-catching white-haired Xiaolou.
About half a month later, Xiaolou followed the old monk to Shaoshi Mountain in the west of Dengfeng City, Henan Province. This was the foundation of the Shaolin Temple. It would take more than an hour to walk from the foot of the mountain to the temple halfway up the mountain. However, the old monk actually walked up without panting or beating his heart. It was not an exaggeration to use his stride to fly. He tiptoed lightly and his body rushed up the mountain with a few "whoosh whoosh" sounds.
When Xiaolou came to the entrance of Shaolin Temple, panting heavily, he suddenly stopped. First, he looked around. The main entrance of the mountain gate was a three-room single-eave building on the top of a mountain. It was located on a two-meter-high brick platform. It was matched with a hard mountain-style side door and a splay wall on the left and right. The overall configuration was very impressive. On the door, there were three big words written by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty,"Shaolin Temple", which added a brilliant scenery.
The gate of the Shaolin Temple was wide open. There were not as many monk soldiers standing guard at the door as he had imagined. In fact, the Shaolin Temple was also divided into the main and the outside. On the surface, the Shaolin Temple was actually a place for outsiders to burn incense, but the real inside of the Shaolin Temple was a terrifying martial arts zone. There were real knives and guns here, and there was absolutely no fake composition.
"The Ancestral Court of the Zen Sect is the number one temple in the world.”
This was the good name that Shaolin Temple received. Not only the Chinese, but even the foreigners who came to visit Shaolin Temple could not help but have a respectful expression towards this place. Not many people knew how many eminent monks there were in Shaolin Temple, but there were probably not many people who did not know Patriarch Bodhidharma, who often appeared. If anyone still remembered, the Tang Dynasty's monk soldiers had rendered an indelible service to Emperor Taizong, and all of this came from this temple.
After arriving at Shaolin Temple, Lou knew that he had no way out. The only thing he could do was to force himself to charge forward. Although he was not young anymore, Lou wouldn't mind becoming a monk. As long as he could take revenge and make those despicable people pay with their lives, Lou would be willing to stay in Shaolin Temple for the rest of his life.
"Benefactor Xie, I brought you to Shaolin not only to destroy your mentality, but also to improve your ability for you. At least you can protect yourself, so I have decided to take you in as a disciple!”Just as the house was in a mess, the old monk's voice sounded.
"What?" Xiaolou was surprised. He never thought that an old monk he had never met before would take him in as a disciple. This was impossible. The heavens would not favor him so much. Although he did not know the old monk's position in Shaolin Temple, Lou knew that the old monk must be very powerful after seeing his swift footsteps.
"Are you kidding me? You want to take me in as your disciple? Can you give me a reason? You and I have never met before, yet you made such a decisive decision. I think you must have some conspiracy!”Lou suddenly calmed down.
"The Buddha said that it cannot be said. I only want to know one thing. Is Long Tianyou your father?”The old monk smiled and asked Lou seriously.
About half a month ago, Lou had read a letter that his grandfather had prepared for him. It had written about his family background and what his parents did for a living, so he remembered his father's name clearly. After hearing the old monk's words, Lou nodded without hesitation.
"The answer is already out. Since Long Tianyou is your father, then you are Long Xiaoyun, and I will be your first and last master in your life. Amitabha!" The old monk looked at Xiao Lou and smiled. Then, he brought Xiao Lou into the main entrance of Shaolin Temple.
Recalling the old monk's words, Lou couldn't figure it out. What was the relationship between him and his father? Could there be some connection between the two? How could the former Underground King have a relationship with an old monk? How did this impossible matter come to fruition so reluctantly?
"I want to know, what is your relationship with my father?”Lou thought for a long time but could not figure out why, so he looked at the still healthy back in front of him and asked.
"He is my disciple, and also my first secular disciple!”
The old monk repeated this sentence. Soon, he quickened his pace. Xiaolou almost ran to catch up with the old monk's walking posture, which had never changed.
"F * ck! Was this old man a human or a ghost? He could even walk so fast! Could it be that I've become a spirit when I'm old?" Following the old monk to a meditation room, Lou couldn't help but mutter in his heart. In his eyes, the old guy was walking slower and slower, but the old guy in front of him was actually walking faster and faster. What was even more exaggerated was that a young man like him couldn't keep up with this old guy.
After entering the meditation room, the old monk sat in the middle. A string of Buddha beads had appeared in his hand. His fingers were fiddling with the Buddha beads one by one, and he was muttering Buddhist scriptures. After a long time, the old monk suddenly opened his eyes. They were like two rays of light that shot straight into Lou's body. The aura that erupted in an instant suppressed Lou, making him unable to move or speak.
"From today onwards, I am your master. You must do everything according to my instructions! I'll give you half a year. Not only do you have to learn the martial arts I taught you, but you also have to finish reading the Buddhist scriptures I gave you. If you don't finish it, you're not allowed to leave the temple after half a year!”The old monk suddenly retracted his aura that was suppressing Lou and nodded in satisfaction. Then, he said with a serious expression,
"Disciple understands. Master, don't worry. I will definitely complete Master's mission!”Lou knelt on the ground and said with a serious expression.
It was the first time that Grandpa Xiaolou kneeled in front of an old monk. This time, he was sincere because the old monk in front of him could bring him something different, and this was what he needed to resolve his hatred.
"Jueren, Juezhi, come in for a moment!”The old monk said two names into the air.
With a creak, the door of the meditation room was opened by two child monks. Two children with childish faces walked to the old monk and put their palms together."Abbot, is there anything I can do for you?”
Abbot? This time, it was Lou's turn to be dumbfounded. Had he been raped by the lucky girl? 'A random roar can attract an abbot. If I rely on the abbot in the temple, I can come and go freely in the legendary Sutra Depository.' Thinking of this, Lou was more certain about the training in the past half a year.
"His name is Xiao Lou, and he is my inner disciple. According to seniority, they are your martial uncles. Take your martial uncles to the meditation room next door to rest!”The old monk waved his hand. He narrowed his eyes and did not look at the person who came. He only said a sentence indifferently.
"Understood!" The two children with childish faces bowed slightly to the old monk. Then, they came to the front of the small building and bowed again. They put their palms together in front of their chests and said indifferently,"Martial Uncle, please follow us!" After saying this, the two young monks took the lead and stood up to walk out of the door.
The meditation room next door was only ten steps away from the old monk's residence, but Lou didn't ask anything. He would know what he should know sooner or later. There was no need to ask questions. Anyway, these young monks wouldn't know much. After entering the room and lying on the bed, Lou only took a few minutes to fall asleep.
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