Hearing that Tie Niu was going to shave, Su Can also knelt down, hoping to shave and become an official disciple.

However, Huo Yuanzhen rejected the proposal of the two, it is not yet time to shave, the official disciples of Shaolin are different from the lay disciples, so they should be chosen carefully, although these two have good qualifications, but it remains to be seen.

Huo Yuanzhen and Yikong and other four people, as well as Huang Feihong, a total of eight people came to the back mountain.

Between Shaolin Temple and Yuma Lake, there is a vacant lot, which Huo Yuanzhen left in advance to prepare for Tallinn, and the tomb of the old monk Xuanming is also in this place, but it has not yet been made into a stone tower.

According to the etiquette, everyone bowed three times and bowed nine times to worship the ancestors.

Huo Yuanzhen knelt at the front and poured incense on the grave of the old monk Xuanming.

Although he is a time-traveling person, he has never even met Xuan Ming, but after all, he has inherited the memory of a ring, and in his mind, he is also deeply impressed by Xuan Ming.

Cultivating this god-killing boy skill by himself is due to Xuan Ming.

But Huo Yuanzhen does not hate Xuan Ming, he is also a disciple, I hope that a ring can have some achievements, although the boy is more pitiful, but the internal force is pure, as long as the body of the boy is not broken, after the completion of the world, the internal force is better than almost all the exercises in the world.

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

Unlike the regular disciples, lay disciples do not have a designated master, and the martial arts teacher is temporarily served by Yijing, and the Buddhist teacher is Yikong and Huizhen who teach in turn.

"The three of you entered my Shaolin today, although it is a lay disciple, but it also represents the Shaolin Temple, when you are in the temple, you must respect the teacher, and rest the Dharma and martial arts, although I Shaolin is a Buddhist temple, but the precepts for lay disciples are still relatively relaxed, as long as you do not drink wine and eat meat in the temple, insult others, when you are outside the temple, do not make specific restrictions on you, but you must remember that our Shaolin will be the future of the martial arts faction, but also on behalf of the face of Buddhism, no matter what the circumstances, do not do things that insult the face of Shaolin！”。

"Respect the abbot's teachings!".

The three disciples kowtowed, which can be regarded as officially becoming Shaolin lay disciples.

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

"Abbot, what do you wear if you don't wear a monk's robe?" was shocked, Shaolin has always worn it like this.

"It's still a monk's robe, but the color and fabric have to be changed, and this style is not good, the poor monk looks like this, and in the future, the Shaolin lay disciples will cancel the robe and replace it with a black suit, which is also a monk's robe style, but those big hems and robe sleeves and so on are canceled, which should be conducive to action and practice."

Yikong nodded: "It's okay like this, after all, it's a lay disciple, so you don't have to dress as wordy as us."

"Not only do they change, we also change, starting today, a few people in our temple, Huizhen Huiming and the two were originally disciples of the outer door, and now they have officially entered the inner door, except for me, all of them have changed into white monk's robes, divided into two sets, one is a strong outfit, one is a robe, but the fabric must be the best, and the style is also slightly changed, you will go down the mountain, go to the town or the county to buy fabrics, and then take it back to Fenglin Village, please herd the sheep Lin Rou for us to do it uniformly, her mother and she will make clothes, the craftsmanship is good."

"Abbot, this is a lot of money."

"Recently, I said that the money I made from the book and the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda is not still thousands of taels."

"But abbot, you still borrow."

Huo Yuanzhen waved his hand: "It's okay, the borrowed money is not in a hurry, let's do this matter first."

Next to Yijing, Hui Zhen and Huang Feihong and others are all happy, although it is not a big problem to wear anything, but who doesn't want to wear a little more beautiful, the abbot's proposal to change clothes is really good, but it is empty and opposed everywhere, it is really hateful, and a few people look at it without a good look.

In the eyes of everyone, Ichikong found that he had unconsciously walked to the opposite side of everyone, and couldn't help but scold himself for being stupid, how to make money, how to spend money, that is the abbot's business, what do you worry about, anyway, you have your own share of the new clothes.

The matter was settled, and several lay disciples went to study Buddhism with Huizhen first, and after learning Buddhism, they had to go to learn Fuhu Quan with Yijing, and they went to purchase everything.

Huo Yuanzhen has become an idler again, and now there are not many things in Shaolin, there are some people who come to prepare to become lay disciples every day, and people come to the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda every day to invite the Buddha, these things, the rest of the people can do a good job, and they listen to the report every day and collect the money.

For a period of time after that, Huo Yuanzhen stayed indoors to practice Tongzigong.

Cultivating internal strength is a process of accumulation over time, which tests people's patience.

For the great power of his final return to the vulgar, Huo Yuanzhen has enough motivation and patience, after all, Tongzigong is an indispensable item, and he can only return to the vulgar after Dacheng, Huo Yuanzhen is never lazy.

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

Huo Yuanzhen calculated the time, and he would be able to draw again tomorrow.

During this period of time, his Tongzi Gong has made great progress, and the true qi in his body has gradually shown signs of flowing, once the true qi can circulate throughout his body, he will be considered to have entered the middle of the day after tomorrow.

I was going to do it again tonight for a week, and then start the lottery in the middle of the night, but in the evening, suddenly Huiming outside also reported that a group of people came from outside the mountain gate, saying that they wanted to see the abbot.

Huo Yuanzhen walked out suspiciously and came to the temple gate.

When I came to the door, there were dozens of people outside, and there was a neat queue standing on the not wide mountain road, with distinct clothes and armor, which was clearly an army.

There was a burly general standing in front of him, and it was Shangguan Xiong, who had left a few days ago, who had returned.

Beside Shangguan Xiong, there was also a white-haired old man, who looked about sixty years old, but he felt extremely energetic, his eyes were bright, and after seeing Huo Yuanzhen, his eyes even showed a strange look.

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, the demeanor of the official benefactor is still the same, and the poor monk is very pleased."

Huo Yuanzhen saluted with one palm and exchanged a greeting with Shangguan Xiong.

Shangguan Xiong smiled, turned back to the old man and said: "Mr. Guan, this is the Shaolin abbot I mentioned to you, the master of the first ring, the real Taoist monk, the only person in this world who can communicate with the Buddha."

This old gentleman Guan looked Huo Yuanzhen up and down a few times, and laughed: "At a young age, how much can I do, it seems that Guan Mou is afraid that this time he will have to run in vain."

Regarding the attitude of this old gentleman Guan, Huo Yuanzhen is not surprised, seeing his appearance, no one will think that he is a monk.

However, Shangguan Xiong had seen Huo Yuanzhen, and hurriedly explained to the old man: "Mr. Guan, although the abbot of the first ring is younger, he does have real skills, wait a while and let him knock on the wooden fish for you, and you will understand."

"It's okay, it's here anyway, so it's okay to listen to it."

The old man surnamed Guan was a little unenergetic, so he agreed casually.

Shangguan Xiong couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, but he didn't dare to say anything to Mr. Guan, so he could only face Huo Yuanzhen and said: "Abbot, Mr. Guan is the father of the Jiedu Envoy, and after the Xiaguan told him about Shaolin, we rushed from the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion, but he seemed to 、、、Look at this."

"Amitabha, Shangguan donor, as the saying goes, medicine does not die of disease, Buddha has a fate, I think this old donor doesn't seem to trust me Shaolin, in this case, it must be with my Shaolin, you still have to go back!".

Huo Yuanzhen's face was flat, and he couldn't see a trace of abnormality, but he directly refused in his mouth.

Don't you look down on us, don't you think you're amazing, well, where did you come from, go back, our Shaolin Temple is no longer serving.

As soon as Huo Yuanzhen's voice fell, the old gentleman Guan's face instantly turned cold, and he stared straight at Huo Yuanzhen: "Little monk, do you know what price you will pay for this sentence?"

Huo Yuanzhen also looked back at this old gentleman Guan directly, and seemed to turn a blind eye to the awe-inspiring murderous intent in the other party's eyes, and made a mockery: "This old gentleman, the poor monk doesn't know."

"I don't know, I'll tell you, whether it's the team of soldiers behind me, or I, Guan myself, want to destroy you Shaolin, it's all a matter of turning your palm, you can think clearly."

Hearing Old Man Guan's threatening words, Huo Yuanzhen smiled freely, and simply sat down in front of the temple gate: "The poor monk is a monk, the four are empty, I have listened to the Buddha's teachings since I was a child, and I know that everything is illusory, what can your sword soldiers do to me?"

Seeing that Huo Yuan was so single, Old Man Guan showed a look of appreciation in his eyes, but he still said viciously: "Little monk, you are really not afraid of death!"

"What is the joy of life, what is the fear of death, the Buddha said, I am not as good as hell, who goes to hell, if the poor monk has a stinky skin, the old Mr. Guan who can be exchanged for enlightenment and my Shaolin peace, the poor monk is not afraid."

After speaking, Huo Yuanzhen simply closed his eyes, looking like he had no desire or desire.

The main reason for closing your eyes is that the other party's eyes are a little stinging, and you can concentrate on thinking about whether you should scream or run away if the other party suddenly makes a move.

But just like that, it made Old Man Guan's impression of him change greatly.

This young abbot has courage and responsibility, and he is extraordinary.

This is the evaluation of Old Man Guan in his heart.

Although Old Man Guan has an identity and his martial arts are not weak, he is indeed a Buddhist believer, and it is only because Huo Yuanzhen is too young that he makes a tentative statement.

Now seeing Huo Yuanzhen behaving like this, the old man Guan laughed, and stepped forward to salute Huo Yuanzhen: "Abbot, don't blame, the old man is just joking with you, how dare the old man offend the abbot, a person who can communicate with the Buddha, wouldn't that be a big mistake."

Huo Yuanzhen also opened his eyes slightly at this time, and looked at the old man Guan: "Master Guan really doesn't dare?"

"I really don't dare", this time the old man Guan said extremely piously.

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

After saying that, Huo Yuanzhen stood up, turned around and walked into the temple, and then followed his instructions to close the door, and hung Shangguan Xiong and Old Man Guan and others outside.

Old man Guan and Shangguan Xiong looked at each other, so they made his father hang here?