Early autumn.
Early in the morning, the light of dawn shone.
Shaolin Temple, Mahavira Hall.
Dozens of young monks who had just shaved their hair stood neatly in the hall, looking at the yellow-robed monks in front of them with anticipation and anxiety.
Next, these yellow-robed monks would select disciples for the various halls of Shaolin Temple.
Different halls and courtyards gave different treatment.
After entering the Dharma Hall, one could practice the best Shaolin martial arts from a young age.
After entering the Chores Yard, one might only be a Chores Monk for the rest of their life.
"Dang…"
A bell rang.
The yellow-robed monks began to select their disciples.
The selection criteria were simple-take her pulse and ask.
At this moment, most of the yellow-robed monks were checking the pulse of the new disciples while asking about some basic information.
There was only one yellow-robed monk who remained silent as he checked the pulse of a young monk around six or seven years old.
After a while, the yellow-robed monk let go of the small monk, shook his head, and walked to the next new disciple.
Xiao Xun was stunned.
What was going on?
What did he mean by shaking his head?
Why didn't you even ask me?
When he saw the other yellow-robed monk walking over, Xiao Xun hurriedly restrained his thoughts and extended his arm.
After a while, the yellow-robed monk left without saying a word.
Xiao Xun was dumbfounded.
If a yellow-robed monk didn't say anything, it could be said that the yellow-robed monk was a man of few words.
Two…
Damn it, why does it feel like something is wrong with me?
When the third yellow-robed monk walked over, Xiao Xun stretched out his arm and looked at the yellow-robed monk eagerly.
The yellow-robed monk placed his finger on Xiao Xun's pulse. Just as he was about to ask about the situation, his eyebrows suddenly rose and he fell silent.
After a long time, he shook his head and left.
This time, Xiao Xun was completely dumbfounded.
It's only a third time!
The three yellow-robed monks left without saying a word after taking his pulse.
This…
Could it really be me?
But I'm not even seven years old yet. What problem can I have?
Aren't I the cutest?
She was carved like jade!
Could it be that he realized that I was a fleeing prince?
Or could it be…
Did you realize that I'm a transmigrator?
Xiao Xun's heart sank.
After that, several yellow-robed monks checked his pulse, but they all left without saying a word. Some even shook their heads.
In the end.
The group of new Shaolin disciples had basically been chosen by the yellow-robed monk. Some of them revealed a happy expression, while others had a bitter expression.
Xiao Xun looked around in a daze and realized that he was the only one who hadn't been chosen. His heart sank to the bottom of the valley.
This time, the yellow-robed monk was selecting new disciples for the various halls of Shaolin Temple. If he was not selected, did that mean that he was not even qualified to enter the Chores Quarters?
When the new Shaolin disciples who had just been selected saw that Xiao Xun had not been selected yet, they could not help but reveal gloating expressions.
Some of the new disciples who were originally still wearing bitter expressions, after seeing that the group of yellow-robed monks had no intention of picking Xiao Xun, also became relieved.
After all, it was human nature to gloat.
Xiao Xun's small face was a little dark.
To be laughed at by a group of children and devilish children, this mud horse was too infuriating!
The group of yellow-robed monks also noticed Xiao Xun's awkward situation.
After a few whispers, a yellow-robed monk standing in the middle said,""Huiwu."
"Disciple is here."
Xiao Xun hurriedly said.
Huiwu was his dharma name in Shaolin Temple. He got it when he shaved his head.
"Can you read?" The yellow-robed monk asked.
"I've learned some before I became a monk." Xiao Xun nodded.”
In his inherited memories, Xiao Xun was the ninth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He had been able to read and write since he was four years old.
Xiao Xun didn't dare to say that he knew all the words in this world, but he had no problem reading and writing.
"In that case, enter the Bodhidharma Wall Cave.”the yellow-robed monk said slowly.
Bodhidharma Wall Cave?
Xiao Xun was stunned.
Was this a proper hall?
"…Yes."
Xiao Xun could only helplessly reply.
So be it.
At least he had a place to stay.
As for the various martial arts of Shaolin Temple…
Xiao Xun thought.
As long as one was in Shaolin, there would always be a chance to learn high-tier martial arts.
If it really didn't work, he could just grow up and run away.
Just like that, Xiao Xun became the new disciple of Bodhidharma's Wall Facing Cave.
It was worth mentioning that he was not the only new disciple assigned to the Wall Facing Cave.
"My name is Huizhen."
A dark-skinned little monk who was half a head taller than Xiao Xun greeted him.
"My name is Huiwu."
Xiao Xun replied weakly.
The two of them took the monk robes, monk shoes, temple rules, identity badges, and other items they had received. Under the lead of a yellow-robed monk, they walked to the Bodhidharma Wall Cave on Five Milk Peak.
On the road.
"Do you know why no Uncle-Master chose you?”Huizhen asked quietly.
Xiao Xun's heart stirred. He shook his head and said," I don't know. Could it be that you know?"”
Huizhen said with a smile,"When Shaolin Temple's various halls select disciples, the most important thing is cultivation talent.
Even the Chores Quarters was no exception.
There's only one reason why you weren't chosen:
His talent is so bad that he doesn't even want it in the servant quarters!"
Xiao Xun was speechless.
He felt a little stifled!
Even though he already had a premonition about this, he still couldn't help but feel unhappy when a black monk looked down on him.
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