Meeting the Abbot of Shaolin Temple
"I heard that Xu Chen is going to the Prajna Hall. Now it seems that it's true.”
"It's good to go. It's better than staying in the Chores Quarters.”
"I heard that it's because of the fist technique that Junior Brother Xu Chen practices every day…It's really unexpected."
Many monks in the Chores Yard were standing in the distance and discussing in low voices.
Xu Jing, who had just won a battle and was holding her head high, saw the small figure walking alongside Huiqing, and her aura instantly became dispirited. "They are actually about to enter the Prajna Hall? This gap…"
He recalled the pain of being beaten up by Xu Chen.
Xu Chen naturally couldn't hear the discussions of his fellow disciples.
A monk from the Prajna Hall, who was wearing a yellow frock, was putting his palms together and smiling at him.""Xuchen, shall we go?"
As he spoke, he reached out and took the big package from Huiqing's hands.
Xu Chen nodded and then looked at Huiqing: "Martial Uncle Huiqing, I will miss you.”However, from his expression, it was obvious that he was unwilling to give up the opportunity to go down the mountain to steal fish in the Chores Quarters.
Xu Chen felt heartbroken at the thought of not having the chance to drink and eat.
They were all kindred spirits, so how could Huiqing not know what Xu Chen was thinking? She immediately laughed until her fat trembled: "Little Xuchen, the Prajna Hall is not like the Chores Yard. You have to follow the rules when you go!”
You want me to follow the rules?
Do you want to cheat on me alone?
Xu Chen was about to speak, but he was pulled away by the monk of Prajna Hall.
"Senior Martial Brother Huiqing, I'll take Xuchen away first! Abbot Xuan Ci is still waiting! We'll talk about it when we have time!"
The voice sounded from afar.
Two figures, one yellow and one white, quickly disappeared from the main road outside the Chores Yard.
"Such an impatient person."
Huiqing shook her head and stood rooted to the ground. After watching the two of them disappear completely, she returned to the Chores Yard with her hands behind her back.
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Among the red walls and green tiles, the branches and leaves of the ginkgo tree are like weeds.
Outside the Prajna Hall, there are Lingxiao Huagai cypresses, thin, tall and vigorous, densely planted in several rows.
Xu Chen saw a few monks standing outside the Prajna Hall from afar. One of them was wearing a luxurious kasaya that was flowing with precious light. His expression was kind and solemn.
"Abbot, Chief, Xu Chen is here.”
The yellow-robed monk walked closer and bowed to the two monks in kasaya.
The two monks in the lead were the abbot of the thousand-year-old Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, and the head of the Prajna Hall.
Xu Chen followed suit and bowed.”
Xuan Ci and the Chief of Prajna Hall were smiling. Xuan Ci said with a smile,""There are many talented people in Shaolin Temple. Xuchen, you can create such a fist technique at such a young age.”
He gave off a sense of oppression that was unique to those in power. There was an unapproachable feeling, but also an unfathomable feeling. In short, he was very different from the other monks.
"So this is the abbot of Shaolin Temple."
Xu Chen thought to himself, but he didn't show any expression on his face as he bowed and replied.
Xuan Ci also asked a few questions about the Eighteen Arhat Fist. After getting Xu Chen's answer, a satisfied expression appeared on her face. Then, he asked the other monks to leave the Prajna Hall aside and brought Xu Chen to the Prajna Hall alone.
It was to familiarize Xu Chen with the environment and also to close the distance between them.
The Prajna Hall was more elegant and solemn than the Chores Yard, and it was less lively.
Many monks studied the moves and styles diligently, and the way they thought about it was very infectious.
Walking along the corridor, Xuan Ci said to Xu Chen,""Xuchen, you have such talent. The Prajna Hall will focus on nurturing you. In order not to limit you, I didn't appoint a master for you. All the monks in the Prajna Hall can be your masters and teach you martial arts theory. I've also sent word to the martial arts secret books on the third floor of the Sutra Depository. What do you think?"
" Martial arts theory, open the Scripture Depository…"
Xu Chen was slightly startled.
For some reason, he suddenly thought of Wang Yuyan from the Heavenly Dragon Eight Tribes. He felt that this old monk Xuan Ci wanted to nurture him into a genius in martial arts theory like Wang Yuyan, a human-shaped martial arts library.
However, this could be considered a good thing.
"Xuchen thinks it's very good. Thank you, Abbot."”
Xuan Ci laughed and stopped. Xu Chen also stopped.
Xuan Ci looked at Xu Chen with appreciation and said,""I heard that your aptitude for internal energy cultivation isn't very good. You don't have to worry. If you make a great contribution, I will give you a great recovery pill to help you become a first-class expert.”
As he spoke, he laughed twice again, looking to be in a good mood.
However, Xu Chen wasn't any weaker than a Xiantian master now. The Great Cyclic Pellet wasn't tempting to him, but he still pretended to be happy and thanked him, because that would suit his age.
While the two of them were talking, the yellow-robed monk walked over from behind.
Xu Chen's room was already prepared. Xuan Ci let the yellow-robed monk take Xu Chen to take a look and took the opportunity to leave. He was the abbot of the temple and was busy with worldly affairs. It was already very rare for him to take the time to accompany Xu Chen for a while and explain many things.
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