Zhao Yuankui will never be able to do this scene. In Shaolin Temple, when he saw the monks singing loudly, raising their arms and punching, the most yang beauty was so shocking.

This memory is the most unforgettable moment he has ever experienced in his life. After many years, he still feels excited whenever he thinks about it.

In the sunshine, more than forty shirtless monks waved their fists and feet neatly on the rippling blue lake of Yanma, singing loudly, shaking the sky and thrust the heroic spirit.

Huiwu punched, and the people behind him followed him, shouted loudly, and then sang in unison.

"Arrogant! Face the waves!"

Retreat and grab your hands!

"Hot blood! Like that red sunlight!"

Bend over and sweep your legs!

"Brave like iron...beat!"

Zhao Yuankui was watching while walking, but was startled by the explosion sound of the monks with the word "titled", but then he became a little excited, and the singing became a man.

"Bones are as fine steel, with a broad mind and a long vision."

A cool breeze blew, and the lake rippled, blew Zhao Yuankui's messy hair, giving him the urge to cut off his hair and join the ranks of monks.

Looking at the abbot from afar, standing proudly in the wind, the monk's robe fluttered, as lonely and extraordinary as a pine tree. In an instant, Zhao Yuankui felt that the bald head was the most handsome hairstyle in the world.

It is called a hairstyle or it is no longer appropriate, it is called a style.

The monks' punches became more and more fierce. While singing together, they really developed a sense of cohesion. Not only were the punches wonderful, but the singing also became louder and louder.

"Let Haitian... gather energy for me! Go to create the world! Go to explore for my ideal!"

A stream of passion surged into Zhao Yuankui's mind. He had never heard of this song before. The melody was not only good, but also really inspiring.

At this moment, he made up his mind silently that if he became the emperor, he must promote Buddhism, promote Buddhism, and establish Shaolin as the national temple and establish a precepts as the abbot of the country as the national protection master.

But if the abbot Yijie disagreed, Zhao Yuankui would definitely not have the courage to suppress him with his identity. At least this is the case now, and the phobia of Yijie is not so easy to eliminate.

The wind is getting heavier and heavier. The lake water turns waves.

The monks' interest became increasingly high.

"Look! The blue waves are tall and strong, and the blue sky is vast and arrogant! I am a man who should be self-reliant!"

"Everyone is a pillar of the world and a hero. I use my hundred points of heat to shine a thousand parts of light!"

The sound of the last two sentences dropped a little. Zhao Yuankui originally thought it was over, but he didn't expect that the group of monks' boxing skills would suddenly become louder again after changing.

"Be a good man!"

"roar!"

"Hot blood, hot intestines!"

"ha!"

"More than ~~~sun~~~light!"

The fist slowed down, and the monks were covered in sweat, shining brightly in the sun. A bright smile appeared on their simple faces.

After singing the song, Huo Yuanzhen walked to the front of the crowd.

"Everyone did a good job, just like that. Every day when you wake up early, you have to sing the Shaolin Temple song. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

At this time, the bell of Shaolin rang, and Huo Yuanzhen looked in the direction of Shaolin: "Okay. It's time, go back to have a meal!"

Huiwu immediately shouted: "Absolutely, stand at attention! Look right! Turn right! Run! Oh! Oh! Oh!"

The monks lined up in an orderly manner and ran towards Shaolin Temple.

Huo Yuan really looked at Hui Wu with no good eyes, thinking when can you change your scent of being unscathed?

The monks left, and Huo Yuanzhen looked at Zhao Yuankui: "Amitabha, donor Zhao has not left yet."

"Yes...yes!"

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen passing by, Zhao Yuankui instinctively took two steps back and answered, seeing that there was no one around him, he hurriedly said, "I'll leave now, leave now."

"No hurry, I am going to go back to the temple, how about I have a walk together?"

"It's so good, so good," Huo Yuanzhen said no hurry, and Zhao Yuankui really didn't dare to be anxious. He secretly regretted that he would just go down the mountain honestly, but he came here to join in the fun.

But he didn't dare to walk side by side with Huo Yuanzhen. When he walked, he always leaned behind and slipped around.

In desperation, Huo Yuanzhen had to slow down.

"Have the donor made arrangements on the way back to Chang'an this time?"

"Abbot Meng has been concerned about it and has arranged everything. There is no problem with safety, but Wanjun refuses to leave with me."

"You have no chance with Miss Ning, and it is useless to force many things."

"Yes, especially now that my injury has healed, Wanjun said that she has completed the agreement with me, and now she doesn't even see me."

Zhao Yuankui said, feeling a little regretful. Ning Wanjun, a stunning beauty, really made her dream of it. Unfortunately, the fallen flowers intentionally flowing water is ruthless. It is not my own, and I still can't get it.

Huo Yuanzhen continued: "What are the plans for the donor after he returns?"

Zhao Yuankui was stunned. He really didn't think about this question carefully. He just thought that if his injury healed, everything would be fine, but now it seems that things are not that short.

The eldest brother and the Grand Tutor Wei Xian are now very close, and Wei Xian, Guan Tianzhao, and General Ma Daoyuan from the northwest are closely related. Wei Xian is holding the ace of the City Guard in his hand, making his father dare not act rashly.

Now Guan Tianzhao's father knew about his anti-intention, but his father was involuntarily in many ways. Now he was constrained by the Grand Tutor in the court, and Guan Tianzhao and Ma Daoyuan outside the court even formed a siege of encirclement in the Chang'an area.

The emperor wanted to get rid of these people, but was not sure. The matter had temporarily formed a deadlock, and no one was willing to break the situation first.

However, this kind of worry exists at all times. Even if I am in good health, my father will not consider making myself the crown prince at all. Once such a thing is settled, it will cause an uproar immediately, and the world may fall into war.

So after Huo Yuanzhen reminded me, Zhao Yuankui immediately woke up, yes! What should I do when I go back? Do I eat, drink, have fun, eat and wait for death?

After thinking for a while, Zhao Yuankui raised his head firmly and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, after I go back, I will work hard to assist my father and fight against the people of the Grand Tutor and others."

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that Huo Yuanzhen didn't say anything, Zhao Yuankui was a little confused and didn't know what the monk meant.

But Zhao Yuankui is not a real fool. If he were really a fool, he would not have been noticed by the emperor at the beginning. However, after being injured, he felt that everything was hopeless and his whole behavior was a bit too extreme.

Now that the injury has recovered, the smart and delicate Zhao Yuankui is back. Although he has really gotten the root of his illness with Huo Yuan, he will not be frivolous and hasty.

When people have hope, they have a sense of their work. When people have no hope, they have no constraints at all. Just like when the end of the world comes, the real end of the world is not a disaster, but people who have completely lost hope. This is how Zhao Yuankui used to be.

The reply was normal, and he thought too much, so he didn't say much about things that were not sure about. Moreover, although this monk seemed to be treacherous, he was indeed a capable person. So he bowed to Huo Yuanzhen and said to him: "I wish to listen to the master's teachings."

Huo Yuanzhen pointed to a wild flower in the distance and said to Zhao Yuankui: "Have the donor seen this wild flower?"

Zhao Yuankui looked in the direction Huo Yuanzhen pointed. Although the small flower between them was not too tall, it was full of vitality and bloomed with pink flowers. Although there were many other flowers around, they had turned yellow and withered, and they were alive for a few days.

Zhao Yuankui nodded, but didn't understand what Huo Yuan really meant.

"When the Yuan Wuyan blooms, it seems that it is not a flower. If it is yellow and purple, it will be a flower with leaves."

Huo Yuanzhen read a short poem and said to Zhao Yuankui: "This little flower is called Yan Laihong. In summer, it grows among these tall flowers. At that time, it was very inconspicuous and unknown."

A trace of light appeared in Zhao Yuankui's eyes, and the abbot seemed to be teaching himself something.

"At that time, this little goose came to the red and grew up only by the tall flowers and plants. It almost died at one point. I wanted to save it, but in the end I gave up. I wanted to see if it could survive. Fortunately, it never gave up. It tried hard to absorb the sunshine, rain and dew, firmly guarded its own land, and fought hard against the tall flowers and plants in its unknown way."

"Those tall flowers and plants never regard this little goose as their opponents. They take nutrients from each other and bloom for a while. But autumn is coming, and the autumn wind blows, they wither for a while. And this unknown little flower finally blooms the most beautiful flowers when the geese fly south. This autumn, my back mountain behind Shaolin is its season."

"Master...me!"

Zhao Yuankui understood some things, and Huo Yuanzhen's words made him think in his mind.

"Donor, the flowers in the sun nourish the sunshine, rain and dew, can grow as fast as possible, but they also have to withstand the blow of cold wind and wither the fastest. The flowers in the shadows grow slowly with a little bit of sunshine and moisture, but they bloom for a long time. One day, they can also bloom with a dazzling beauty. Amitabha! The donor is well, I will not give it to you!"

After saying this, Huo Yuanzhen did not talk to Zhao Yuankui anymore, but walked directly to Shaolin.

It’s time to say what you should say, it’s time to do what you should do. If Zhao Yuankui still cannot make any progress, then Huo Yuan is really unable to do it.

Hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, Zhao Yuankui stood there for a long time without moving.

When the autumn wind blew, Zhao Yuankui let out a long breath, making himself mature much more during his days in Shaolin.

Finally, he silently bowed to Shaolin and said, "Master, Yuan Kui will achieve something in the future, all thanks to the master's teachings today!"

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