On the way to the forbidden area at the back of the mountain, Lu Feng looked at the scenery along the way. It was not too desolate, probably because there were monks from Shaolin Temple who took care of it for a long time.
When he arrived at the back of the mountain, Lu Feng looked at the stone tablet in front of him. He saw that the stone tablet was engraved with the word " Zen ". At a glance, Lu Feng saw that there were seven or eight similar mountains.
Far away from the noisy inner court of Shaolin Temple, Lu Feng looked at the beautiful scenery of the quiet mountain peak. His heart had never been so empty and comfortable.
After passing by the stone tablet, Lu Feng saw three caves. Lu Feng observed all three caves and finally chose the cave in the middle.
Compared to the other two caves, the cave Lu Feng chose was much wider and had a better view. Moreover, the temperature was suitable. It was a good place for seclusion.
After roughly cleaning the cave, Lu Feng arranged the bedding and clothes that he had prepared.
Lu Feng walked out of the cave and looked at the morning sun. He sat cross-legged on the stone beside the stone tablet and began to cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Skill.
Ever since he had obtained the Nine Yang Divine Technique to cultivate, Lu Feng had great expectations for it.
Yesterday, Lu Feng had suggested to Xuan Ci to enter seclusion in hopes of using the Nine Yang Divine Skill to break through the second-rate realm and reach the first-rate realm. However, he was afraid that Xuan Ci would be too worried, and Lu Feng was even more afraid that his master would warn him not to bite off more than he could chew.
As a result, Xuan Ci thought that Lu Feng's seclusion this time was just an ordinary seclusion to cultivate martial arts.
He went into seclusion until noon. Xu Qing brought him some vegetarian food. Lu Feng was still cultivating, so Xu Qing did not disturb him. He put down the vegetarian food and went down the mountain.
Lu Feng woke up from his cultivation and looked at the bamboo basket beside him. The vegetarian food in the basket had already turned cold. He casually ate two mouthfuls and put the bowl and chopsticks back into the bamboo basket before continuing to immerse himself in cultivation.
After cultivating on the mountain for more than half a month, Lu Feng stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at the heavy rain outside. The weather was so bad that he didn't know if Xu Qing would come today.
Rubbing his empty stomach, Lu Feng walked into the cave. At this moment, he thought to himself, could it be that he was hungry earlier today? If he didn't cultivate today, would he be hungry faster?
Just as Lu Feng's imagination was running wild, a voice came from outside the cave.
"It was raining heavily today, so I came late to deliver the food.”
Walking to the entrance of the cave, he saw Xu Qing holding an oil-paper umbrella. His body was drenched, and the bamboo basket that contained the rice had been replaced with a wooden box.
Lu Feng saw Xu Qing and quickly invited him into the cave.
"The next time it rains so heavily, don't send me off. It won't be a problem if I starve myself for a meal or two.”
Looking at Xu Qing, who was about the same age as him, Lu Feng felt his heart ache.
"It's fine. The abbot specially instructed this little monk not to miss out on your vegetarian meal.”
Hearing Xu Qing's words, Lu Feng's respect for Xuan Ci grew.
He turned to look at the drenched Xu Qing, who was standing at the side, shivering from the cold.
Lu Feng put the wooden box aside and put the dried branches he picked up from the mountain together. He stood five to six meters away from the blanket and started a fire.
"Come, come over and warm yourself up by the fire. Don't catch a cold.”
He opened the wooden box and looked at the vegetarian food inside. Other than vegetables and rice, there were also a few steamed buns and vegetable buns.
"There's so much food, and there are also mantous and buns. You should eat some too to warm your body.”
Lu Feng called out to Xu Qing, who was standing beside him. He knew that Xu Qing had eaten before, but now that he had been drenched in the rain, he was afraid that all the vegetarian food he had eaten had been used to resist the cold.
Xu Qing didn't stand on ceremony and followed Lu Feng to eat the vegetarian meal he had brought.
"If it's still raining tonight, you don't have to send me anything. Leave me a steamed bun and I'll deal with it at night.”
Xu Qing, who was still chewing on a bun, quickly said after hearing Lu Feng's words.
"You can't do that. The abbot has specially instructed me not to miss out on your meal.”
"If you don't tell me, I won't tell you.”
Lu Feng looked at Xu Qing and couldn't bear to see the latter suffer so much, so he comforted her.
"If you starve, I will feel bad. When I was very young, I lost my family and lived alone on the streets. I have been starving all this time.”
Xu Qing's eyes turned red as tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes. The hunger she felt when she was young had left a deep impression on her.
"Later, thanks to the Abbot, he went out and saw me faint on the side of the road from hunger, so he took me in. The abbot brought me back to Shaolin Monastery, and I was very fond of the abbot, so I always remembered the abbot's words.”
Hearing Xu Qing's words, Lu Feng didn't try to persuade him anymore.
"If I can't even do such a small thing, how can I repay the abbot for taking me in?”
Xu Qing wiped away the tears in his eyes, and his face was filled with determination.
"In that case, wait until the rain is less before going down the mountain. I'm afraid it won't be easy to go down now.”
Xu Qing nodded in agreement. After eating a steamed bun and a vegetable bun, Xu Qing looked around the cave.
Looking at the pile of clothes beside the cave, Xu Qing put them together and prepared to bring them down the mountain later.
Day after day, there was no time in the mountains.
A year had passed, and Xu Qing had followed Xuan Ci's instructions to deliver the vegetarian food to Lu Feng no matter what.
Lu Feng didn't let down the vegetarian food that Xu Qing had given him over the past year. His cultivation base broke through from the initial stage of the second-rate realm to the middle stage of the first-rate realm.
Lu Feng felt that he was just a little bit away from breaking through to the late stage of the first-rate realm.
As Lu Feng closed his eyes to meditate, Xu Qing's voice came from outside the cave.
"Time to eat!"
During his one year of secluded cultivation on the mountain, the only person Lu Feng saw every day was Xu Qing, who brought him food. From then on, the relationship between the two gradually became closer.
Xu Qing's eyes widened when he saw Lu Feng coming out of the cave.
"The feeling you give me now is the same as the feeling Master Xuan Ku and the others gave me a year ago.”
Lu Feng smiled and nodded. He patted Xu Qing's shoulder and comforted her.
"If you cultivate hard, you will reach my current realm one day.”
Xu Qing shook his head, his voice so low that only he could hear it as he muttered to himself.
"I'm not talented enough. I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the level of Grandmaster Xuan Ku and the others in my entire life.”
……
In the meeting hall of Shaolin Temple.
The monks of the Xuan generation gathered in the meeting hall.
"Today isn't the end of the month, so Senior Martial Brother Fang Zhang asked me to come over.”
The other monks shook their heads in confusion.
In the time it took to brew a cup of tea, Xuan Ci walked into the main hall from outside.
The eminent monks sitting on the chairs stood up one after another. Xuan Ci waved his hand, indicating for everyone to sit down.
Xuan Ci sat directly at the top of the hall.
"Today, I have called all of you here for one thing…"
After Xuan Ci said the word 'matter', he didn't say anything else. It was really difficult for him to say it at this moment.
The other monks looked around, obviously not knowing what Xuan Ci had said today.
"Senior brother, if you have something to say, say it. Everyone here has been fellow disciples for many years!”As the Chief of Bo Ruo Hall, Xuan Tong gave his Senior Brother some face and said the words.
"That's right, that's right…"
The other Xuan monks echoed.
Xuan Ci glanced at the monk sitting in the hall and said unhurriedly.
"This matter has always been hidden in my heart. If I hadn't received some unexpected news a few days ago, I really wouldn't have brought it up!”
The monks listened and waited quietly for Xuan Ci to continue.
"That year, I received news that the Khitans were coming to Shaolin Temple to steal martial arts manuals to expand the Khitan army's strength and prepare to invade the Central Plains.”
"Because the person who sent the message was extremely famous in the martial arts world, I didn't notice it and believed his words. Hence, he led the martial artists from various sects and clans who were on good terms with Shaolin to Yanmen Pass to kill them!”
When the others heard this, they discussed animatedly. They still did not know that the host senior brother had such a past. Other than the eminent monk Xuan Ku who had his eyes closed, he seemed to have heard of this matter.
Xuan Ci continued to speak when she saw the junior brothers discussing animatedly in the hall.
"I will choose one of my junior brothers to ask the leader about this matter. I have some doubts and hope that he can…"
……
After another three days, Lu Feng finally broke through to the late-stage first-rate realm. He felt that if he continued to cultivate in seclusion, he would not be able to break through in a short period of time, so he decided to leave the mountain.
After Lu Feng took a bath in the familiar courtyard, he went to Xuan Ci's courtyard next door.
Standing in Xuan Ci's courtyard, Lu Feng called out respectfully to Xuan Ci.
"Master, this unfilial disciple has finished his secluded meditation in the void perfectly and has come down the mountain to see you.”
Xuan Ci, who was pondering in his room and had no idea which junior brother he had sent down the mountain, heard Lu Feng's voice outside the door.
When Xuan Ci walked out of the room, she saw Lu Feng standing in front of her. A glint flashed across her eyes, and then she revealed a look of disbelief.
He quickly walked up to Lu Feng, and without any explanation, he extended his hand and slapped Lu Feng.
Lu Feng looked at the palm attack that was coming at him, followed by the Arhat Fist's Erlang Mountain-Bearing Move. He blocked it, and when the palm and fist collided, Lu Feng retreated four or five steps before he could remove all of Xuan Ci's power.
Xuan Ci's face was filled with astonishment. Lu Feng actually managed to block his palm? Then, he was delighted. As expected of my disciple.
Although Xuan Ci only used 20% of his palm strength, he was still a grandmaster level expert!
How old was Lu Feng? To have such talent, it was probably not too much to call him a peerless genius, right?
"You came down the mountain just in time. I have something to tell you!”
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