The night was hazy and the candlelight was dim.
In the meditation room, Zen Master Wuxiang was holding a piece of paper with a solemn expression.
There was a line of words written on the paper.
"Shaolin's martial arts have dominated the Central Plains and the Western Regions for many years. The Three Saints of Kunlun have come to experience it.”
The handwriting was strong and powerful. One look and one could tell that the person who wrote it had high attainments in calligraphy.
This piece of paper was taken from the Arhat Hall's Dragon-Subduing Arhat Buddha statue a few days ago.
The Arhat Hall was guarded by disciples on a daily basis, and ordinary people were not allowed to enter and exit at will.
Moreover, the Buddha statue's hand was thirty feet away from the ground. If one didn't have a superb qinggong, they definitely wouldn't be able to go up.
Over the years, Shaolin Temple had attracted a lot of challengers.
However, Shaolin Temple was famous. It was rare to see someone as arrogant as this person.
"Humph, I want to see just who the Three Saints of Kunlun are.”
Zen Master Wu Xiang snorted coldly and put away the paper.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door.
"Junior Brother Jueyuan disturbed you late at night."
"Junior Brother, please come in."
Zen Master Wu Xiang replied.
The door creaked open.
Jue Yuan, who was wearing a bracelet and an anklet, walked in with a layman disciple.
A trace of doubt could not help but flash in Zen Master Wu Xiang's eyes.
Speaking of which, Jue Yuan had entered Shaolin Temple at about the same time as him.
The two of them were of the same generation.
However, just from their Dharma names, it could be seen that the two of them were from two different worlds.
Shaolin had word generations, but although they were of the same generation, one was of the "Wu" generation, and the other was of the "Jue" generation.
This was because Shaolin Temple was too big. There were more than 100,000 disciples.
If the disciples of the same generation all used the same word generation, then there would be tens of thousands of people with the same Dharma name.
Therefore, in Shaolin, disciples of the same generation had dozens of different characters.
The different characters also indicated their status in the temple. They were completely different.
Jue Yuan was a Buddhist fanatic, extremely obsessed with Buddhism, but he was completely ignorant of the secular affairs of the temple.
Zen Master Wu Xiang still had some admiration for such a person.
He had spent most of his energy on martial arts in the past few years. He did not pay much attention to Buddhism.
Come to think of it, he seemed to be a little careless.
After all, Shaolin was a monastery. Practicing Buddhist scriptures was the top priority. Practicing martial arts was only to strengthen one's body.
Although Jue Yuan was punished now, his relationship with Wuxiang in the past was not bad.
It was just that later on, Wuxiang's status in the temple became higher and higher, while Jue Yuan was still content with sorting out Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Library, and the two gradually drifted apart.
It had been a long time since they had a private conversation.
"Junior Brother Jue Yuan came late at night. Is there something you want to discuss?”
Jue Yuan nodded slightly and pointed at Zhang Junbao.
"This is my secular disciple, Zhang Junbao. He has never practiced martial arts. I taught him some methods to use Qi, but he is quite good at it. I would like to ask Senior Brother to be kind and allow him to learn the martial arts of the temple.”
When Zen Master Wu Xiang heard this, he was extremely surprised.
He didn't know that Jue Yuan had already cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Technique and his inner energy had already reached the peak, which was many times more advanced than his.
She thought that Jue Yuan had never liked to practice martial arts, but now that he was asking his disciple to practice martial arts, how could she not be surprised?
Zen Master Wuxiang sized up Zhang Junbao and was shocked.
"I didn't expect that there would be such an outstanding secular disciple in Shaolin Temple. I didn't notice it at all.”
The more he looked at Zhang Junbao, the more he liked him.
"Is your name Zhang Junbao? Are you willing to learn Shaolin Kung Fu?"
"Disciple is willing!"
Wu Xiang nodded slightly.
"Your root bone is indeed not bad. You should be a top talent in martial arts.”
"However, Shaolin's martial arts are profound and profound. They are supreme treasures and cannot be easily given to outsiders.”
"You're only a secular disciple now. If you want to learn Shaolin martial arts, you have to shave your head and become a monk. You have to officially become a Shaolin disciple and swear in front of Buddha that you won't return to secular life or betray Shaolin.”
"Only then can I teach you Shaolin martial arts.”
Zhang Junbao was stunned. He hadn't expected Zen Master Wuxiang to make such a request.
"Master, Shaolin doesn't seem to prohibit layman disciples from learning martial arts, right?”
Seeing that he did not immediately nod in agreement and instead questioned him, Zen Master Wu Xiang could not help but be furious.
"No matter who it is, if you want to learn the martial arts of the temple, you must get permission.”
"It's even more so for secular disciples."
"If you don't want to shave your head and become a monk, then even if you stay in Shaolin for the rest of your life, you can forget about learning Shaolin martial arts. This Penniless Monk will not allow it."
Zen Master Wu Xiang's voice was stern.
In his opinion, Zhang Junbao was a very good martial arts seedling.
However, it was precisely because of this that such a person had to be accepted into the temple to be taught martial arts.
"Then this disciple will not learn it."
Zhang Junbao said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
He was not willing to become a monk.
A mere secular servant disciple actually dared to reject him.
Zen Master Wu Xiang's expression immediately turned ugly.
"Hmph, since you're so unwilling to shave your head and become a monk, why are you still staying in Shaolin?”
He pressed on step by step.
Zhang Junbao raised his head and looked at Zen Master Wuxiang.
"If the Shaolin Temple can't tolerate Zhang Junbao, then I'll just leave the mountain.”
Zen Master Wuxiang didn't expect Zhang Junbao to be so stubborn and talk back to him. He flew into a rage.
"With your temperament, even if you want to stay in Shaolin, Shaolin won't tolerate you. Pack up and go down the mountain tomorrow.”
Jue Yuan had only wanted Zhang Junbao to practice martial arts, but he had never expected that things would end up like this.
"Senior Brother, Baby Jun is young and impetuous. Why are you so angry?”
"There's no need to say anymore."
Zen Master Wu Xiang completely turned hostile.
He only had some friendship with Jue Yuan, but their statuses in the temple were far apart.
"This child must leave Shaolin."
Zhang Junbao sneered.
You make it sound like I'm still begging to stay in Shaolin.
If you don't stay here, I'll leave.
If Shaolin doesn't keep me, I'll go and establish the Wudang Sect."
"Master, why say so much? Disciple has long wanted to go down the mountain to experience it.”
After saying that, Zhang Junbao pulled Master Jue Yuan and walked out.
Shaolin.
I'm not staying here anymore!
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