When Su Can heard that Tie Niu was going to be ordained, he also knelt down, hoping to be ordained to become a formal disciple.

However, Huo Yuanzhen rejected the two of them. It was not too late to be ordained. The official disciples of Shaolin were different from those of lay disciples, so they should choose carefully. Although these two people have good qualifications, it remains to be seen.

Huo Yuanzhen, Yikong and four others, as well as Huang Feihong and three others, came to the back mountain.

There is an open space between Shaolin Temple and Yinma Lake. This was reserved by Huo Yuanzhen in advance for the use of the pagoda. The tomb of the old monk Xuanming is also in this place, but it has not been made into a stone pagoda.

According to etiquette, everyone bowed three times and kowtowed to worship the master.

Huo Yuanzhen knelt in front and burned incense to the grave of the old monk Xuanming.

Although I am a time traveler and have never even met Xuan Ming, I have inherited Yijie's memory and am deeply impressed by Xuan Ming in my mind.

The practice of this boy who kills the heavenly boy is thanked by Xuan Ming.

But Huo Yuanzhen did not hate Xuan Ming. He also loved his disciples very much, hoping that Yijie would achieve success. Although the Boy's Achievement is quite tricky, his internal strength is pure. As long as he does not destroy the Boy's body, after his success, his internal strength will surpass almost all the martial arts in the world.

After burning the incense, Huo Yuanzhen officially accepted three lay disciples.

Unlike formal disciples, lay disciples do not have designated masters, and Yijing is temporarily appointed as the martial arts teacher, while Yijing is empty, and Huizhen and others take turns to teach.

"You three enter my Shaolin today. Although they are lay disciples, they also represent Shaolin Temple. When you are in the temple, you must respect your teachers and diligently take a break in Buddhist teachings and martial arts. Although my Shaolin is a Buddhist temple, the precepts for lay disciples are relatively relaxed. As long as you do not drink and eat meat in the temple and insult others, you will not impose specific restrictions on you when you are outside the temple. But you must remember that our Shaolin will be the future martial arts sect and also represent the face of Buddhism. In any case, you must not do anything that will insult Shaolin face!"

"Respect the abbot's teachings!".

The three disciples kowtowed and officially became disciples of Shaolin lay people.

Huo Yuanzhen said to Yikong again: "In the future, we in Shaolin will no longer wear gray and yellow monk robes."

"Abbot, what should I wear if I don't wear a monk's robe?" Yikong was shocked. Shaolin always wore this way.

"It's still a monk's robe, but the color and fabric have to be changed, and this style is not good. I think it's better. In the future, all Shaolin lay disciples will cancel their robe and put on black clothes. It's also the style of monk's robe, but the large hem and sleeves, etc. will be cancelled, which will be beneficial to action and practice."

Yikong nodded: "This is OK, after all, I am a lay disciple, so I don't have to wear it as long-winded as us."

"Not only they change, we also change. Starting today, a few people in our temple, Huizhen and Huiming, were originally disciples of the outer sect, and now they have officially entered the inner sect. In addition to me, they all changed into white monk robes and divided into two sets, one is a set of strong suits and the other is a robe. However, the fabric must be the best, and the style has also been slightly changed. You go down the mountain and go buy fabrics in the town or county, and then take them back to Fenglin Village. Lin Rou, who was the shepherd, made uniform for us. Her mother and she can make clothes, and her skills are good."

I was stunned for a moment: "Abbot, this costs a lot of money."

"I have recently made money from the story of the book and the Ten Thousand Tapas, but aren't there still a few thousand taels?"

"But abbot, you still borrow money,"

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand: "It's okay, don't worry, don't worry, do this first."

Yijing, Huizhen, Huang Feihong and others were all happy. Although there was no problem with anything to wear, who wouldn’t want to wear it beautifully? The abbot’s proposal to change his clothes was so good, but he still objected everywhere at once. It was really hateful. Several people looked at Yizhu without any good looks.

In the eyes of everyone, Yikong found that he had unknowingly walked to the opposite side of everyone. He couldn't help but curse himself in his heart, how to make money and spend money, that was the abbot's business. What should I worry about? Anyway, if I have made new clothes, I will have my own share.

Things were settled like this. Several lay disciples first learned Buddhism from Huizhen. After learning Buddhism, they also had to learn Fuhuquan with Yijing and buy it all.

Huo Yuanzhen has become an idle again. There is not much work in Shaolin now. Every day, some people come to become lay disciples. Every day, some people come to the Ten Thousand Buddha pagoda to invite Buddha. The rest of the people can do these things. Listen to the report every day and collect money.

For some time afterwards, Huo Yuanzhen stayed indoors to practice boy skills.

Cultivating internal strength is a process that accumulates over time and tests people's patience.

For the great power to return to secular life, Huo Yuanzhen has enough motivation and patience. After all, the boy's skill is an indispensable item. Only after he is successful can he return to secular life. Huo Yuanzhen never takes a laziness.

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The days have passed like this, and in a blink of an eye, it has come to the end of June.

Huo Yuanzhen was calculating on time and he would be able to draw again tomorrow.

During this period, my boy's skills have made great progress. The true qi in my body has gradually shown signs of flowing. Once the true qi can flow throughout my body, I will enter the middle stage of the acquired state.

I planned to do my best tonight for another week and then start the lottery in the middle of the night, but in the evening, Huiming suddenly reported outside that there was a group of people outside the mountain gate and said that they wanted to see the abbot.

Huo Yuanzhen walked out in confusion and came to the temple gate.

When I arrived at the door, I saw dozens of people outside, and there were still neat queues standing on the not-so-wide mountain road, with distinctive clothes and armor, which was clearly an army.

There was a burly general standing in front of him. Shangguan Xiong, who had left a few days ago, came back again.

There was also a white-haired old man beside Shangguan Xiong. This man looked like he was about 60 years old last year, but he felt extremely strong and had bright eyes. After seeing Huo Yuanzhen, he even showed a strange look in his eyes.

Seeing Huo Yuanzhen appear at the gate of the temple, Shangguan Xiong first saluted Huo Yuanzhen: "Master Abbot, I haven't seen you for nearly a month, how are you?"

"Amitabha Buddha, the donor of the Shangguan is still in style, and I am very pleased."

Huo Yuanzhen gave a single hand to treat Shangguan Xiong.

Shangguan Xiong smiled and turned around and said to the old man: "Mr. Guan, this is the Shaolin abbot I mentioned to you, Master Yijie, a true Taoist monk, the only person in the world who can communicate with Buddha."

The old man Guan looked up and down at Huo Yuanzhen and smiled: "At a young age, how good can you do? It seems that Guan may have a waste of time this time."

Huo Yuanzhen was not surprised by the attitude of Mr. Guan. Seeing his appearance, no one would think he was a Taoist monk.

However, Shangguan Xiong had seen Huo Yuanzhen and hurriedly explained to the old man: "Mr. Guan, although Abbot Yijie is younger, he does have real skills. If you ask him to knock on wooden fish for you later, you will understand."

"Okay, it's here anyway, so it's okay to listen to it for now."

The old man surnamed Guan was a little uninspired and agreed casually.

Shangguan Xiong couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say anything to Mr. Guan. He could only say to Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, Mr. Guan is the father of the Jiedushi. After the subordinate general told him about Shaolin, we came from the Jiedushi's Mansion, but he seemed to, look at this."

"Amitabha Buddha, Shangguan donor, as the saying goes, medicine does not kill people, Buddha will save people who are destined to be saved. I think this old donor Guan doesn't seem to trust me, Shaolin. Since that's the case, I guess I have no chance with Shaolin. You might as well ask me back!"

Huo Yuanzhen's face was plain and there was no sign of strangeness, but he directly refused.

Don’t you look down on us? You don’t think you are amazing. So, go wherever you come from? We will not serve you anymore.

As soon as Huo Yuanzhen finished speaking, the old Mr. Guan's expression suddenly became cold, and he stared at Huo Yuanzhen: "Little monk, do you know what price you will pay for this sentence?"

Huo Yuanzhen also looked back at the old Mr. Guan directly, and seemed to turn a blind eye to the murderous intent in the other party's eyes, and bowed: "I don't know this old man."

"I don't know, I will tell you that no matter the army behind me or I, Guan himself, wanting to destroy you, Shaolin, is a matter of turning your hands, you can think clearly."

Hearing Old Man Guan’s threatening words, Huo Yuanzhen smiled casually and simply sat in front of the temple: “I am a monk, and all four elements are empty. I have listened to the Buddha’s teachings since I was a child and knew that everything is illusory. What can your sword and weapon do to me?”

Seeing Huo Yuan really was so bachelor, Old Man Guan's eyes showed an admiration, but he still said viciously: "Little monk, you are really not afraid of death!"

"What is the joy of life and what is the fear of death? The Buddha said, I am not as good as hell. Who can go to hell? If I have a stinky skin, I can be exchanged for Mr. Guan's enlightenment and my Shaolin peace, I am not afraid."

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen simply closed his eyes and looked like he was without desire.

The main reason for closing eyes is that the other person's eyes are a bit pissy, and he is also very focused on thinking about whether he should scream or run away if the other person suddenly takes action.

But just doing this has greatly improved Old Man Guan’s impression of him.

This young abbot is brave and responsible, and is extraordinary.

This is what Old Man Guan said in his heart.

Although Old Man Guan has a status and is not weak in martial arts, he is indeed a Buddhist believer. He only spoke temptation because Huo Yuanzhen was too young.

Now seeing Huo Yuanzhen performing like this, Old Man Guan laughed and stepped forward to salute Huo Yuanzhen: "Don't blame the abbot, I'm just joking with you. How dare I offend the abbot, who can communicate with Buddha? Wouldn't that make a big mistake?"

Huo Yuanzhen also opened his eyes slightly at this time and looked at Old Man Guan: "Donor Guan really dare not?"

"I really don't dare." This time, Old Man Guan said it was extremely pious.

"Okay, close the door and go to bed."

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen stood up, turned around and walked into the temple. Then Yijing followed his instructions and closed the door, leaving Shangguan Xiong, Guan Old Man Guan and others outside.

Old Man Guan and Shangguan Xiong looked at each other, and just left the Jieduan's father here?;
Chapter completed!