Xiao Xun was the ninth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Half a year ago, Emperor Wu of the Great Zhou went into seclusion and ordered his eldest son, Xiao Chao, to supervise the country.
Most of the Martial Emperor Sons had already matured and had their own forces.
Only the ninth prince, Xiao Xun, was young and was the easiest to bully.
As expected, Xiao Xun was assassinated.
As for whether it was Xiao Chao who did it, or if the other princes wanted to use Xiao Xun's death to frame Xiao Chao…
Xiao Xun did not know.
He only knew that…
The most ruthless imperial family!
The Martial Emperor Sons probably didn't wish for him to still be alive.
After all, there was only one throne.
Those who possessed the bloodline of a Martial Emperor were qualified to compete for that position.
He recalled for a while.
Xiao Xun shook his head.
It was useless to think about it now.
It was a top priority.
It should be becoming stronger!
This was a world where martial strength was extremely high.
The strong preyed on the weak, and the strong reigned supreme!
No matter what ideas he had, he had to have enough strength!
"Is my talent really so bad that even the servant quarters aren't willing to accept me?”
Thinking of this, Xiao Xun's small face fell.
It was already tragic enough that he had transmigrated to become a prince in distress.
And then there was the fact that no one wanted her because of her poor talent…
Then what was the point of this transmigration?
He couldn't be a useless little monk for the rest of his life, right?
"Shaolin Temple is a thousand-year-old temple with countless divine techniques. As long as you can learn one or two, you can definitely become stronger even if you have poor talent!”
"Moreover, those yellow-robed monks might not be able to tell the truth.”
"Maybe I'm talented?"
Xiao Xun consoled himself in his heart and his mood improved a little.
After the two of them lay quietly for a while, Huizhen could no longer lie down. She sat up and looked at Xiao Xun, suggesting,"Why don't we walk around and familiarize ourselves with the environment?”
"Alright."
Xiao Xun sat up.
Since you're here, you should take it easy.
With this turn, Xiao Xun somewhat admired this cheap Senior Brother Little Black.
While Xiao Xun was still thinking about how to greet his senior brother who was washing clothes in the courtyard of First Ancestor's Temple, Little Black Huizhen had already gone up and started chatting.
"Senior Brother Hui Tong, who has the highest status here?”Huizhen asked.
Huitong was the Buddhist name of the laundry monk.
"Martial Granduncle Xuan Ku." Hui Tong said with a smile.
" Xuan Ku…" Xiao Xun's heart skipped a beat. The young monk had mentioned this name before.
"Is Martial Granduncle Xuan Ku…powerful?" Huizhen was curious.
"He's definitely much more powerful than us." Huitong chuckled.
As for how powerful he is, I've never seen Grandmaster Xuan Ku fight.”
"Oh, oh." Huizhen gave two consecutive 'ohs'.
Then, the discussion became even more heated.
During this period, Xiao Xun also asked a few questions.
At noon, during lunch.
Xiao Xun saw Xuan Ku.
White eyebrows, white beard.
He was tall and had a refined appearance.
The most eye-catching thing was that Xuan Ku's legs were chained.
After lunch, Xiao Xun and Hui Zhen went to work.
When they went to the storage room key, Xuan Ku said to Xiao Xun,
"Read more Buddhist scriptures."
"…Alright."
Xiao Xun was a little stunned.
Is he trying to tell that my talent is extremely poor and that I have no path in martial arts? Does he want me to be a monk?
Xiao Xun's small face was a little depressed.
After opening the storage room.
"It's quite big."
Xiao Xun looked around the storage room and found that it was extremely spacious. There were three rows of long wooden shelves inside, and on the wooden shelves were scattered monk robes, kasaya, Buddha beads, alms bowls, alms sticks, small incense burner, and other items.
On the left side of the door, there was a bookshelf filled with scriptures.
On the right side of the door was a desk. On the desk were brush, ink, paper, inkstone, and several books.
"This is my desk."
Xiao Xun sat in front of the desk and flipped through the book. He found that the book recorded all kinds of information about the punished disciples.
the hall, age, reason for punishment, length of punishment, and statistics of personal belongings.
Xiao Xun's eyes were mainly focused on the statistics of the personal belongings, thinking that perhaps some monks who were punished would leave their martial arts manuals here.
He looked around.
Xiao Xun was slightly disappointed.
There were also some monks who were punished with secret manuals, but they had already passed the punishment period and left the wall facing cave.
He was watching.
A group of monks walked over.
Xiao Xun looked up and saw that the leader was a yellow-robed monk with a cold expression.
Behind the yellow-robed monk were two white-robed monks and another yellow-robed monk.
"Uncle-Master." Xiao Xun stood up and took the initiative to call out.
"Where is Hui Zhu?" The leading yellow-robed monk frowned and asked.
"Senior Brother Hui Zhu has been transferred to Arhat Hall. This disciple will be in charge of this place in the future.”
Xiao Xun said.
Hui Zhu was the young monk who had arranged for Xiao Xun to work here.
According to Hui Tong, Hui Zhu was chosen by an eminent monk of the Xuan generation in Arhat Hall and became a disciple of Arhat Hall.
The leading yellow-robed monk didn't ask much and instructed,""Record that the three of them are monks who broke the precepts.”
"Alright."
Xiao Xun nodded. After sitting down, he flipped open the book on the desk and picked up the brush to dip it in ink.
He could not help but mutter in his heart.
Didn't Hui Zhu say that normally only on the first and fifteenth day would disciples who broke the precepts come?
"Bodhidharma Hall's Hui Qing, twenty-four years old, accidentally ate wolf meat.”
The leading yellow-robed monk said.
A white-robed monk on his right lowered his head in shame.
Xiao Xun wrote truthfully. After he finished writing, he looked at the white-robed monk with his head lowered and asked,"Do you have anything to store?"
"Strip!" The leading yellow-robed monk said concisely.
"Yes."
The white-robed monk called Huiqing replied.
Then, under Xiao Xun's dumbfounded gaze, Huiqing stood in front of the door and took off all her clothes.
Then, he stretched out his hands and turned around in front of everyone.
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