What's more, Mr. Zhao also said that the Song Dynasty court showed special kindness to Shaolin, not to mention various rewards and seals, and even had a special Yamen to connect with it, and stipulated that Shaolin was not required to pay taxes.

This shows his transcendent status.

With such power, the area near Shaoshi Mountain must have been built like an iron bucket. It would not be surprising at all to find out his whereabouts and details.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming also smiled apologetically, and greeted the other party with his hands.

The guest monks were dumbfounded.

Thinking about it in my mind.

Who is this guy? He actually asked Master Huizhi to come out to greet him in person.

You know, this is not a low standard.

Even if the heads or elders of some major sects came, they would not receive such treatment.

At most, Master Huizhi greeted him in the hall.

Zhike Monk couldn't help but look Yang Ming up and down, full of curiosity.

Huizhi and Yang Ming exchanged greetings and then said immediately.

"Master Yang, please come with me. Uncle Xuannan has been waiting for you for a long time."

As soon as he said this, Zhi Ke Monk's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Darling, this is even more frightening. What is the identity of this boy? He actually asked the great uncle of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy, the first Xuannan Master, to wait for him in person?

Zhike Monk kept trying to see a flower from Yang Ming.

Huizhi greeted Yang Ming, and then greeted Mrs. Zhao and others.

Of course, Hui Zhi also knew these three people. They were well-known in the world and had dealt with them before.

It must be said that Hui Zhi, who is responsible for many affairs in Shaolin, is extraordinary. With a few words, he greets several people in an orderly manner, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

The group of people followed Huizhi into the Shaolin Temple and had a smooth journey.

Yang Ming looked around and looked at the surrounding scene.

There are basically no surprises when entering the front hall. There are some busy monks walking around, busy with the things at hand.

In front of each palace, incense is flourishing.

Most of these monks deal with sundries and are not serious warrior monks.

You can faintly hear the shouts and shouts of many people practicing martial arts coming from the back mountain. It must be a special place for martial arts training in the Luohan Hall of Bodhidharma Academy, which cannot be seen by outsiders.

This is not the first time for Mrs. Zhao and the others to come here, and they are all familiar with the road.

Master Shengyin is also a monk, and she shakes her fly whisk to salute every temple she passes by. However, her salute gestures are completely different from those of other monks. She uses a different kind of hand technique, which is quite deviant, and attracts many monks to look at her.

Huizhi didn't mind at all and led them through several courtyards until they reached the passage leading to the back. He then stopped and explained to Mr. Zhao and the others apologetically.

"Guys, the temple has prepared a place to rest and stay. The monk Zhike will take you there."

As soon as the other party spoke, they knew that they did not want to continue following this matter and wanted to separate from Yang Ming.

None of them had any objections. There was no need to worry about any danger in this Shaolin Temple.

Yang Ming only took Qin Jian with him and continued to move forward with Hui Zhi.

Just after walking a short distance, Yang Ming paused, whispered a few words to Hui Zhi, and then looked in a certain direction with a smile.

There, under a tree, an ugly-looking but somewhat dull monk was chanting sutras while holding a bowl of water.

Yang Ming walked over and arrived in front of the other party. Just in time, the young monk finished reciting the sutra and opened his eyes.

"Little Master, long time no see."

Yang Ming cupped his hands and said.

"Young Master Yang, it's a pleasure to meet you."

This young monk is Xu Zhu, whom he had met in Qingzhou City before.

"What are you doing, little master?"

Yang Ming looked at the bowl of water in his hand.

"Reciting sutras for the salvation of the creatures in the water."

Xu Zhu answered honestly.

"Buddha told us that there are 84,000 lives in this bowl of water. The young monk really couldn't bear it."

“Not bad, not bad.”

Unlike other people who made fun of Xu Zhu, Yang Ming instead nodded with a smile.

Huizhi also came over and said.

"Junior Yang, please don't laugh at him for being dull. Xu Zhu has a pure character. He is just a bit rigid when things happen. Xu Zhu is going to leave soon. How are you doing?"

"Report to Uncle Huizhi, we are ready."

Huizhi nodded, then smiled at Yang Ming.

"Xuzhu will go to the Deaf-mute Valley with his uncle Xuannan in the near future to participate in the Zhenlong chess game organized by the deaf-mute Mr. Su Xinghe."

As soon as he said this, Yang Ming's heart also moved.

He also has this itinerary.

After the trip to Shaolin, Qiao Feng and I went to Mount Wutai, and then we went to the Deaf and Mute Valley to watch the excitement.

Unexpectedly, just like the original plot, Xu Zhu would also appear there.

I just don’t know if I will also be able to crack Zhenlong’s chess game, inherit Wu Yazi’s century-old power, and reach the pinnacle of cheating life?

Thinking about the direction of the plot, and then looking at the dull little monk in front of me, I can't relate to it.

Yang Ming and Xu Zhu chatted for a while. The young monk was really boring, and his words were all rigid Buddhist scriptures. Huizhi asked him to leave, and then continued to take Yang Ming.

Arriving in front of a small meditation room, I finally stopped.

Made a please gesture.

Yang Ming turned around and motioned for Qin Jian to stay, then he straightened his clothes, walked up and locked the door.

"Little friend Yang is here, please come in."

The door opened, revealing the figure of Master Xuannan sitting on the futon.

"Come here, little friend Yang, I have something to tell you."
Chapter completed!