Yuan Sheng couldn't figure out what Master Zhiyong meant by giving him three days to think about it.

"Is he trying to test my sincerity? Or is he able to see the karma in himself?"

After Master Zhiyong left, Yuan Sheng couldn't help but guess that since he had clearly stated his intention, Master Zhiyong looked a little hesitant, which made him a little disturbed.

However, for a while, he didn't want to know what the reason was. However, since he had made up his mind, Yuan Sheng would never change suddenly, he was determined to go all the way down this road.

Therefore, he also lived in the wing room of Shaolin Temple with peace of mind, just to wait for three days, since Master Zhiyong is willing to give him three days to consider, then he must also have his own considerations. Moreover, the so-called visitors are guests, and it is naturally impossible for Yuan Sheng not to ignore a generation of monks like Master Zhiyong.

The three days passed in a flash, and on the fourth day, Yuan Sheng was summoned to the Shaolin Academy.

Master Abbot Zhiyong had already been waiting in the courtyard, and when he saw Yuan Sheng, he asked again: "Has the donor thought about it carefully?"

"The master doesn't need to persuade again, the juniors have already thought about it very clearly. ”

Yuan Sheng also nodded again and again, with a firm expression, for fear that Master Zhiyong would not agree.

Master Zhiyong didn't want to force anything more, but sighed helplessly, "I don't know if it's fortunate or unfortunate to let the donor enter my Shaolin?"

After sighing, he deliberately shook his head and said Amitabha.

Yuan Sheng didn't know what he was sighing about, let alone why he was sighing, but he knew that Master Zhiyong had agreed to let him worship under the Shaolin Sect, which made him excited. As for the question of what luck and misfortune Master Zhiyong said, it was not at all what he could imagine.

After Master Zhiyong made up his mind, he did not delay at all, and directly called his disciples to bring the ring knife used to shave him, and personally held the knife to shave him.

As strands of hair fell, Yuan Sheng seemed to see the heart-wrenching scenes of the first half of his life again, flashing in front of his eyes one by one.

There is no grand shaving ceremony, there are no many disciples to accompany them, and there is no witness of any force in the martial arts, some are just a handsome young man who wants to become a Buddhist, some are just a tangled monk, and some are just a monk with a tray in his hand and a pious face.

The hair and beard are all gone, the ring scar has been completed, the abbot Zhiyong Master put down the tools in his hand, carefully helped him up, and said to Yuan Sheng: "Now you are officially under my Shaolin sect, and you will officially become a member of my Shaolin in the future, you can do it yourself!"

"Thank you, Master Abbot, for making it perfect!"

Yuan Sheng hurriedly thanked him, although there were some twists and turns, but everything was still as he wished. Although there is no witness from the crowd, let alone many red tape ceremonies, he doesn't care about all of that at all, not to mention, it was the abbot master himself who shaved the knife for him.

When he went out, Master Zhiyong suddenly stopped, "You can stay here to practice in the future, as for the Dharma name, it will be called 'Erjiu' in the future!"

With that, he walked out directly, leaving Yuan Sheng, who was confused, and the little monk who had been busy before.

The little monk looked at the tray in his hand, and countless question marks were bypassed in his mind, until now, he had not figured out what was going on today.

"Twenty-nine, why isn't it two goods?"

Yuan Sheng was speechless, he didn't expect the abbot master to have such a perfunctory side, such a solemn thing to give people the Dharma name, how did he come to him, and he became like a child playing at home?

"Master Abbot is like this on weekdays?"

When he saw that the abbot who felt unreliable was completely gone, Yuan Sheng came to the little monk who still hadn't come back to his senses, and asked with a cheap face.

The little monk shook his head, "No, the abbot master is strict on weekdays, why does he feel that he is a little different from usual today?"

After that, he reached out and scratched the back of his bare head with an unknown face.

"Why is it different?"

Yuan Sheng hurriedly asked, he himself felt that Zhiyong, an old monk who seemed kind and kind, seemed to be a little wrong, whether it was his previous attitude or today's actions, he always felt that he seemed to be a little ...... Some...... Too indiscreet feeling.

Yes, it's just too rash, originally shaving ordained a monk can be regarded as a more important ritual in Buddhism, but when it comes to Zhiyong, it doesn't seem to be much of a thing, it's a little unreasonable.

The little monk shook his head again, "I don't know, I just don't feel the same!"

Yuan Sheng held his forehead with one hand, but he didn't bother to bother with a little monk, anyway, a little monk like him would definitely not know anything.

Suddenly, his eyes rolled around again, as if he had thought of something, his eyes were about to squint into a line, and he patted the little monk's shoulder, "Senior brother, why don't you take senior brother to familiarize yourself with Shaolin Temple first?"

The little monk was stunned for a moment, and asked with some uncertainty: "Shouldn't I be a senior brother?

"Whew!"

Yuan Sheng waved his hand and said, "What's the use of getting started?

"That's not all, there are also some disciples accepted by the ancestors, although the entry time is shorter, but the generation is big!"

The little monk replied truthfully.

"Isn't that it? I was shaved by the abbot himself, do you know what that means?"

Yuan Sheng shouted proudly.

"I don't know!"

The little monk shook his head again.

"This means that I am a personal disciple of the abbot master, you know?"

Yuan Sheng continued to flicker.

The little monk scratched his head, "Is there such a statement?"

"Of course!"

Yuan Sheng grabbed his wrist, "How about it?" Call me a senior brother, you won't suffer, right?"

"Don't suffer, don't suffer!"

The little monk smiled shyly, raised his feet and left, "Let's go, Senior Brother Erjiu, Senior Brother will first take you to familiarize yourself with the courtyard of the temple." ”

The corners of Yuan Sheng's mouth twitched, and he hurriedly followed. Although I don't like the vulgar and simple name of Erjiu, I can't do anything about it, after all, it was set by the abbot Zhiyong himself.

Since then, Shaolin Temple has another disciple with a strange name and strange behavior, and he is called a junior disciple when he meets people, and he is also the first Shaolin disciple to be ordained a monk in the Taoist Academy. At the beginning, there were many disciples who were not convinced, but the man said that his Dharma name was given by the abbot master himself, and it was called "Erjiu", which jumped above all the young disciples in Shaolin, so he should be a senior brother himself.

But what's the use of them not being convinced? Even if the matter reached the ears of the abbot master, he just laughed it off and never paid attention to it, and what was even more annoying was that Yuan Sheng's attainments in Buddhism could be described as a thousand miles a day, so it didn't take long for him, the 29th Master, to become the first person of the younger generation of Shaolin Temple and the senior brother in everyone's minds.

Moreover, because he always giggles and treats everyone very friendly, his prestige among the Shaolin Temple is also the best. The prestige is so high that many older generations are inferior to themselves.