Building the Strongest Shaolin Temple in Another World

Building the Strongest Shaolin Temple in Another World Chapter 326

When the prince travels, normally there are a lot of escorts around him, but this time, only two people, trifling, came to the gate of Shaolin Temple.

"Uncle, walk slowly, I really can't keep up with you."

Although Zhao Yuankui was cured of the cold poison by Huo Yuanzhen, his physical strength is still not as fast as before. Zhao Ximo.

"I told you to be diligent in practicing martial arts, but you just didn't listen. Now that the cold poison in your body has healed, you still don't want to pay attention to this matter. Don't you know that having a good body is the most important thing? ?"

Zhao Ximo looked at Zhao Yuankui behind him, a bit of hate iron for not becoming steel.

"Uncle, you are a super expert of Innate Realm Late Stage, how can I compare with you."

"Don't complain, if you don't want to accompany me as an old man fogey, then you can go back, anyway, there are people down the mountain to protect you, I can go in by myself."

"Hey, that's not possible, Shaolin's Abbot Yi Jie also saved my life, I I haven't seen him for a long time, and if I don't go, whoever will introduce you, Shaolin Temple may not let you in."

"Nonsense, everyone can enter, why can't I enter? "

Zhao Ximo is also a stubborn temper. When he was in the Imperial Palace, Ma Zhenxi looked down on him, but when Ma Zhenxi chased Huo Yuanzhen with An Ruhuan, he was stopped by him. When I came down, I had to fight with Ma Zhenxi. Although Ma Zhenxi's skills were proven, Zhao Ximo was not afraid of him when he fought at home. In the end, Ma Zhenxi took the initiative to retreat.

So Zhao Ximo is actually a bit arrogant, he loves face, and cannot afford to fail.

Seeing that Zhao Ximo entered the Shaolin Temple, Zhao Yuankui also hurriedly followed, and happened to meet Huijian, so he told the abbot that it was Zhao Yuankui who came to see him.

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Huo Yuanzhen got the news from Zhao Yuankui and quietly used the golden eagle Looking at the sky, I saw Zhao Ximo at a glance.

Huo Yuanzhen was overjoyed when he saw this person. When he was at the Imperial Palace last time, he heard that this old fogey was going to become a monk. Zhao Yuankui recommended him to Shaolin Temple. Didn't expect to come today.

Since the intention of the other party has been roughly and clearly understood, Huo Yuanzhen has to make some preparations.

Let Hui Jian Youqing Zhao Yuankui come over, Huo Yuanzhen sat cross-legged in the room, his face quickly returned to the state of calm and composed, although he was young, his long-trained eminence was immediately revealed.

After a while, Zhao Yuankui and Zhao Ximo came to the abbot's courtyard.

Zhao Ximo didn't enter Huo Yuanzhen's room immediately, but looked outside for a while and said, "Is this house also given by the Buddha?"

Beside Hui sword dao: "Yes, most of the buildings in my Shaolin Temple were bestowed by the Buddha, and only some of the fasting halls and meditation rooms were built by myself."

Zhao Ximo ordered nodded, but He didn't continue talking. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that this house was unusual, but if it was given by the Buddha, he still didn't believe it. This Shaolin Temple was a little weird everywhere, and he had to observe it carefully.

Following Huijian into Huo Yuanzhen's room, Huo Yuanzhen was closing his eyes for cultivation, Huijian stepped forward and said, "Abbot, donor Zhao and the others are here."

Huo Yuanzhen clicked nodded and motioned for Huijian to leave.

Hui Jian folded his hands as a salute and slowly retreated.

While Huijian went out, Huo Yuanzhen did not open his eyes, he still closed his eyes, and did not speak to Zhao Yuankui.

He didn't speak, so Zhao Yuankui couldn't stop talking, so he immediately stepped forward to say hello to Huo Yuanzhen, but was stopped by Zhao Ximo.

Zhao Yuankui was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked at his Uncle, only to see Zhao Ximo shaking his head slightly, looking at the little abbot with a playful smile, motioning Zhao Yuankui not to make a sound.

Seeing Zhao Ximo doing this, Zhao Yuankui had to keep silent, waiting to see what the two of them were going to do.

Huo Yuanzhen sat without opening his eyes, Zhao Ximo and the two also stood there motionless, and time passed bit by bit.

At the beginning, Zhao Ximo thought that Huo Yuanzhen was pretending to be deep, thinking that you must know our identities, even if you don't know mine, you should know that Zhao Yuankui is the prince, I see you When can it be installed.

But there is one hour after seeing it, this abbot is still motionless, and looks like an old monk entering the meditation, which makes Zhao Ximo a little suspicious, whether he has forgotten that there are two of himself in the room.

And it's really not that pleasant to sit with others and stand with the two of you.

Standing for a while, Zhao Ximo finally couldn't bear it anymore. Comparing patience with a monk was obviously not the right choice. He couldn't help but coughed to remind Huo Yuanzhen that a guest was coming.

Finally, this Little Monk opened his eyes, glanced at the two of them, nodded slightly, and then slowly closed them again.

Zhao Ximo finally couldn't take it anymore, coldly said: "My uncle and nephew came from afar, but the abbot didn't even pay attention to me and didn't even say let us sit down. It's not the way to entertain guests."

"Amitabha!"

Huo Yuanzhen proclaimed the Buddha's name, then opened his eyes and said to the two: "Two benefactors, if you can't do anything to prevent it, you might as well sit back and enjoy it, this poor monk's hospitality has always been casual, and when this patron Zhao came to Shaolin, he was used to being casual. , why are you still so restrained?"

Zhao Yuankui opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, thinking that I wanted to sit down too, but the Uncle wouldn't let him.

Zhao Ximo looked at Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, you let us talk like this, but do you know why we are here?"

"Is it because of this poor monk?"

Zhao Ximo was stunned for a moment, thinking that this Little Monk was really straightforward. Although he meant to become a monk at Shaolin Temple, he couldn't reveal it easily. After all, he was the emperor. The younger brother of his, still has his identity, and he said it directly, and some couldn't hold his face.

After thinking about it, Zhao Ximo said proudly: "Nothing!"

"Since there is no seeking, then I must come to see this poor monk."

Zhao Ximo continued: "I want to see you, it's my nephew, not an old man."

"Oh, I don't know this donor, why did you come?"

Zhao Ximo thought for a while, "I just came over and sat down."

"This poor monk has already said that my Shaolin's hospitality has always been loose and casual, Since the donor wants to sit, then just sit, why should you blame this poor monk for not allowing him to sit?"

A little speechless when refuted by Huo Yuanzhen's crooked reasoning, Zhao Ximo paused for a moment. After a long while, he said: "Actually, the old man came here because he has a few questions to discuss with you."

"Donor, please speak."

"The Buddhist scriptures say The "Mt. Sumeru inside the mustard seed" is too mysterious. How can a small mustard seed hold such a large Mount Meru? Too much understanding of common sense is deceiving people, right? "

Huo Yuanzhen laughed at hearing this and asked, "I wonder if this donor is willing to study?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuankui said, "I can read books by Uncle." It’s not an exaggeration to read more than 10,000 volumes.”

Hearing Zhao Yuankui’s praise, Zhao Ximo smiled without saying a word, with a smug look on his face, but he didn’t show much. It's obvious.

"Oh, your nephew said that you read more than 10,000 volumes, is that true?"

"The old man can't tell the exact number, but he says it is Ten thousand volumes, but it's almost the same." Zhao Ximo pondered for a while and said it.

Huo Yuanzhen can see that this person is not lying, he really looks like he often reads books.

"Then may I ask this benefactor, where are the thousands of books you've read now?"

Zhao Ximo raised his finger and pointed to his head and said, "It's all here!"

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Huo Yuanzhen said with a smile: "Strange, I don't think your head is as big as a watermelon, how can you possibly hold ten thousand volumes of books? Could it be that you are lying too?"

Hearing Huo Yuanzhen's words, Zhao Ximo was stunned for a moment, and thought about it for a long time, the more he thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

But if he admits that he was persuaded by Huo Yuanzhen like this, he will not be reconciled, and he continues: "Your theory is absurd, it is true that I have read more than ten thousand volumes. I have read a lot of Buddhist classics and even Buddhist classics."

"The donor has also read Buddhist classics, which is great, but I just don't know what the donor's cultivation base is?"

Zhao Ximo thought for a while and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "It's not that the old man is boasting. Maybe the abbot may not be able to match the mood of the old man."

"Oh, in that case, this poor monk really thinks Experience."

Zhao Ximo stood up, came to Huo Yuanzhen's desk, and picked up a pen and paper.

"I won't say more about the old man. Abbot, please read it."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ximo quickly wrote a few words , and handed it to Huo Yuanzhen.

Huo Yuanzhen took a look at it and praised him secretly. He has excellent calligraphy, and the poem is also good.

"The sky is in the sky outside the clouds, there is a thousand rays of light, and the eight winds cannot blow, sitting on the purple Golden Lotus."

This poem is Zhao Ximo's self-proclaimed realm, the so-called The eight winds refer to: "The eight realms of praise, ridicule, humiliation, reputation, profit, decline, pain, and pleasure can affect people's emotions, so they become the eight winds.

Zhao Ximo He believes that he will not be affected by these eight winds, which shows that he has a very high self-esteem.

Huo Yuanzhen smiled: "The poems of the donor are really excellent, and it is rare that they are not affected by the eight winds. "

Zhao Ximo clicked nodded and said to Huo Yuanzhen: "Since the abbot thinks it is excellent, then give the old man's poem a comment. "

"Alright. "

Huo Yuanzhen took the pen and paper, thought about it, and wrote two large characters on it. After writing, he handed it to Zhao Ximo.

Zhao Ximo's result When I came to see it, I immediately became furious.

I saw this abbot wrote the word "fart" next to his poem!

Zhao, who has never been insulted like this, Xi Mo's eyes were about to burst with fire, and he said to Huo Yuanzhen, "Monk, you are so bold, it's just that you don't agree with my realm cultivation base, how can you insult me? If you don't give me an explanation, your ruined temple will be demolished today! "

Huo Yuanzhen smiled and said to him: "Donor, don't you claim that the eight winds can't blow, why is this fart dead?" "

Zhao Ximo opened his mouth twice, and instantly his face became a big red cloth, and he was ashamed. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com ) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)