At this time, there were warrior monks wearing monk's robes standing left and right in the solemn hall, the abbot was wearing a red robe, his eyebrows were white, he had a long beard, and his face was kind.

On the left and right sides of the abbot stood the monk and Tanzong. Among them, the monk is responsible for supervising the rules of the temple and managing the monks, and his status in the temple is second only to the abbot. As for Tan Zong, he is the leader of the warrior monks of Shaolin Temple.

Zhang Xiaohu has already arrived in the hall. His face was much more rosy than before, and after healing, his injuries were rapidly improving.

"Disciple to meet the abbot!"

Yang Yun entered the main hall and immediately bowed down with his hands folded, and Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly followed suit. When he came in, Yang Yun saw with the peripheral vision of his eyes that the monk's face on the left side of the abbot was a little unsightly.

The thoughts in his heart turned quickly, in the original plot of Shaolin Temple, the monk was worried that taking in Zhang Xiaohu would affect Shaolin Temple, so his attitude towards Zhang Xiaohu was not too good.

It's just that the abbot himself speaks, and he can't object.

The monk's worries were correct, Zhang Xiaohu went to assassinate Wang Renze with revenge after learning martial arts from his teacher, which did bring great trouble to Shaolin Temple. It even attracted the blood of the sword soldiers.

However, these have nothing to do with Yang Yun, and the main purpose of his coming to Shaolin Temple is to learn Shaolin martial arts to quickly increase his strength. No matter how much the monk had an opinion about him, he didn't care at all.

Soon, as the bell rang, the ordination ceremony officially began. The abbot stepped forward, held a razor in his hand, recited the Buddha's name, and shaved off the three thousand troubles of the two.

Yang Yun and Zhang Xiaohu each received novice ordination. The so-called novice refers to a young monk under the age of 20 in Buddhism, and is not yet a formal monk.

Only those who have been ordained as a bhikshu can be called a monk.

In the original timeline, Zhang Xiaohu first received the novice ordination, and later killed Wang Renze, and after making great contributions to Shaolin, he officially received the bhikshu ordination and became the leader of the monks and soldiers of the Shaolin Temple.

After ordination. Two monks beside him handed over a set of monk's robes. After Yang Yun was replaced, he was led down with Zhang Xiaohu. Their master in the Shaolin Temple is Tanzong!

More than ten days later, early in the morning.

Yang Yun, Zhang Xiaohu and several other monks held barrels with pointed bottoms in their hands, and their hands were held flat, and they hurried in a queue through the mountains and forests, after joining the Shaolin Temple. The two of them followed the others to do morning classes every day.

To practice Shaolin martial arts, you must first exercise your body, carry water, chop wood, and grow vegetables...... These are the things that every Shaolin monk must do.

"Brother Yang, we have to carry water and chop wood every day, when will we be able to practice martial arts?"

Zhang Xiaohu and Yang Yun walked last. Yang Yun breathed steadily, firmly steadied his footsteps on the uneven mountain road, and he was still refining his body and footwork while carrying water and chopping wood in the past few days.

In particular, his spiritual strength is strong and energetic, and his cultivation of this basic martial art is very fast. In just half a month, he is comparable to the senior brothers in front of him who have been carrying water for a year or two in terms of body shape and footwork.

As for Zhang Xiaohu, it goes without saying that he has a family history, and he has practiced the chain leg method since he was a child, and his strength is not weak, so after he entered the Shaolin Temple, let him re-practice this kind of introductory kung fu, and he couldn't help but feel impatient in his heart.

At this rate, when he starts to get in touch with Shaolin martial arts, he doesn't know how much time it will take. Zhang Xiaohu's purpose in coming to Shaolin Temple was to learn martial arts to take revenge. Not here to kill time.

"Don't be impatient! I've heard the air say that the most important thing in Shaolin martial arts is the foundation. Only by laying a good foundation can we make rapid progress in the future!"

Yang Yun's expression was as usual, but he was not impatient in his heart, he knew the truth that thousands of tall buildings rose from the ground, if the foundation was not good, even if he cultivated any magic skills, it would be in vain.

"We are now carrying water every morning, in fact, what we practice is the Shaolin Temple's longitudinal technique!

He could understand Zhang Xiaohu's eagerness to learn martial arts and become stronger, and softly comforted him. Before he finished speaking, Yang Yun keenly sensed a gaze in the distance, and immediately shut up, speeding up and keeping up.

Distance. Tan Zong stood on a high place and withdrew his gaze. Look at Yang Yun and Zhang Xiaohu's body shape and footwork in his eyes. I couldn't help but nod secretly.

Zhang Xiaohu's strength is not inferior to that of a warrior monk who has been practicing martial arts for several years. You can cultivate a higher level of martial arts, and let him follow the water and chop wood, in order to polish his mind.

And Yang Yun, it can be seen that he has not learned martial arts before, but it has only taken more than ten days. His body and fists and feet caught up with the footsteps of others. It can be seen that the qualifications are extraordinary.

With this potential, martial arts will be able to improve day by day in the future and become the backbone of Shaolin Temple.

After carrying water, Yang Yun and Zhang Xiaohu went to eat. The two of them ran for more than ten miles on the mountain road with wooden barrels, and even if they were physically strong, they inevitably consumed a huge amount of physical strength. He swallowed it in large gulps.

"Everything in Shaolin Temple is good, even the food is too bland!" Yang Yun thought as he swallowed.

After the meal, Yang Yun and Zhang Xiaohu followed the other monks to exit the dining hall in turn and came to the venue for martial arts training. Next to the clearing, there are stone locks that polish the body, and long sticks.

At this time, Tan Zong walked over. "Yang Yun, Xiaohu, you two come with me!"

Yang Yun's heart moved, he glanced at Zhang Xiaohu, and immediately followed Tan Zong to a corner of the martial arts training ground.

"The two of you already have some foundation, and it won't be of much use to carry water and chop firewood, so today I will teach you Shaolin martial arts!"

Tan Zong's words made the two of them overjoyed. Yang Yun didn't expect that he would be taught so quickly.

"Shaolin martial arts, the main thing is to boil the muscles and bones, the muscles and bones are strong, the qi and blood are vigorous, the strength is strong! Learn some moves again, you can be one as ten! I teach you the secret method of iron cloth shirt today, if you can practice to the fullest, you can have the power of a brute bull, and the sword is difficult to hurt!"

Iron cloth shirts?

Yang Yun's brows moved slightly, but he didn't expect that the secret martial arts of Shaolin Temple turned out to be an iron cloth shirt. In his memory, the hard work of the iron cloth shirt is purely a bad street. Only those who are not in the rivers and lakes will go to cultivate.

Tan Zong naturally didn't know what Yang Yun was thinking, and began to explain to the two of them the cultivation method and breathing mantra of the iron cloth shirt. There are also various ways to temper the body and increase physical strength.

After listening to Tan Zong's detailed explanation, Yang Yun understood. This world is closer to the real history, and there is no cultivation method of internal strength and true qi in the Shaolin Temple. Martial arts training is muscles, bones, qi and blood, and strength.

Even the top powerhouses on the rivers and lakes are just far beyond ordinary people in speed and strength. There are no masters of the rivers and lakes who come and go to the wind.

These masters of the rivers and lakes were besieged by hundreds of soldiers, and they would be outnumbered and defeated. In the world of Shaolin Temple, the power level is not too high.