So, he went to the Shaolin Temple alone. It took him a full nine days, barefoot, either the scorching sun as a companion, or the wind and rain as a companion, before he could reach Shaolin.

After that, he sat at the entrance of Shaolin Temple and listened to Zen for nine days, in his own words, he wanted to use these nine days to make a break with his past worldly dust.

During this period, if he was hungry, he would take out the dry food he had prepared and nibble a few bites to satisfy his hunger, and if he was thirsty, he would casually ask the monks for water to drink, and some kind monks would occasionally bring him some gruel and rice. If you meet God's mercy for two days, but a little autumn rain will fall on him, it can be regarded as a change of heart for him who has been in the dust and dust along the way.

His approach made everyone incomprehensible, and in those days, there were even many people in the rivers and lakes who falsely claimed that Yuan Sheng was crazy. Not to mention others, even the monks of Shaolin Temple are very puzzled, what they are puzzled is that Yuan Sheng has obviously come to the door of Shaolin Temple, and listening to the rumors in the rivers and lakes, he should be here for the monk, but after others came to Shaolin, they refused to enter the temple as a monk, but sat up quietly in front of the temple.

Only Yuan Sheng himself knew best in his heart that instead of being crazy, he was extremely sober, and he was more sober than ever. He knows more about what he is doing, he has too many obsessions in his heart that he has not let go, and he needs some time to calm down his confused and turbulent state of mind.

For nine days, whether it was the scorching sun or the sudden rain storm, he seemed to be frozen there, not moving.

In the early morning after nine days, he got up and resolutely walked to the door of Shaolin Temple, lightly buckled the temple door, and waited, although he looked a little tired and embarrassed, but his eyes were unusually clear, like the brightest star in the night sky, and the temperament of the whole person has also undergone earth-shaking changes, introverted to the extreme, no joy and no sorrow.

After a while, he was led into the Shaolin Temple by the little monk who guarded the door and took him to the wing room to wait. The little monk told him that this was the meaning of the abbot, and it turned out that Master Zhiyong, the abbot of Shaolin, had already informed the monks in the temple a few days ago that if Yuan Sheng entered the temple, he would be brought here directly.

Yuan Sheng nodded and thanked him, and sat down in the wing room, without asking or saying anything.

Seeing this, the little monk on the side was surprised for a moment, and then poured tea for him neatly. Yuan Sheng was not polite, as if he had entered his own home, quietly sipping the tea poured by the little monk, and sat leisurely on the chair in the wing room, without any restraint.

This made the little monk on the side even more surprised, he always felt that Yuan Sheng had a very unique thing, but he couldn't say what it was.

The waiting time was not long, but very short, about a quarter of an hour later, the people of Shaolin Temple came to meet him, and the person who came to meet him was Master Zhiyong, the abbot of Shaolin himself.

"When the donor visited, he never greeted him from afar, and the old man was rude. ”

As soon as he entered the door, Master Zhiyong said with a smile. He was a very charitable-looking old man, with a slightly blessed figure, two-leaf sickle eyebrows hanging from the corners of his eyes, without any beard, a resolute and kind face, and a dragon stride when he walked.

Especially his big eyes, which are bright and wise, seem to be able to see through the world.

When he spoke, he gently twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand with one hand and raised it to his chest with the other hand, which was even more outstanding.

Yuan Sheng looked at the old man who had arrived in front of him, put down the teacup in his hand, got up and hugged his fists and said: "The master is serious, Yuan has been harassing in front of your temple for many days, and I hope that Master Haihan!"

Master Zhiyong stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down, and said with a smile: "The donor enlightens Zen in front of the temple, which is my Shaolin luck, and it is also related to my Buddha, so why bother?"

"Master first, please!"

Yuan Sheng pointed to the chair on the side and said with a smile: "The master has a good eye, the younger generation admires it!"

The two sat down in turn, and Master Zhiyong personally poured tea for Yuan Sheng and asked, "Has the benefactor ever been enlightened?"

Yuan Sheng took the teacup handed over by Master Zhiyong with both hands, shook his head calmly and said, "Master praise, junior is dull!"

Master Zhiyong took a sip of the tea in his hand, and suddenly changed his words, "What does the donor think of this tea?"

Yuan Sheng looked at the teacup in his hand and said happily: "Good tea!"

Master Zhiyong looked at him with a smile and asked, "What's so good?"

Yuan Sheng said without thinking: "Inclusive of all flavors, spit out always new." ”

Master Zhiyong nodded with a smile, "Donor Huigen, rare in the world. ”

Yuan Sheng shook his head again, "The master is falsely praised, but he is walking on foot, and he has heard and seen a little pause." ”

"The donor is too humble!"

Master Zhiyong put down the teacup in his hand, "The donor should know that the Buddha is difficult to enter without fate, and what Buddhism emphasizes is fate, the so-called coming is accidental, and going is inevitable, so you must follow the fate unchanged, and the fate will not change." ”

"The younger generation has been taught!"

Yuan Sheng solemnly stood up and arched his hand, stared at Master Zhiyong intently, and said sincerely: "Actually, the juniors came this time, originally wanting to worship under the Shaolin sect. ”

Master Zhiyong nodded and said, "The old man knows!"

Yuan Sheng bowed to Master Zhiyong, "I hope that the master will be perfect." ”

Master Zhiyong did not agree directly, but pondered for a moment, then looked at Yuan Sheng and said, "Can the old man ask the donor a question?"

"Master, excuse me!"

Yuan Sheng looked serious.

Master Zhiyong stood up suddenly, staring at Yuan Sheng with a pair of bright eyes as bright as the moon, "The donor really sincerely wants to worship my Shaolin sect?"

Yuan Sheng's face was sincere, "It's true." ”

"Will you ever regret it?"

Master Zhiyong's eyes didn't even blink, as if he didn't want to let go of any detail on Yuan Sheng's body.

"Never go back!"

Yuan Sheng's answer was categorical.

"Does the donor know the many rules and precepts of my Buddhism?"

Master Zhiyong asked again.

"The younger generation knows!"

Yuan Sheng nodded, he had already thought clearly before leaving, and even he had already thought about how his road would go after worshipping Shaolin.

Of course, the indispensable rules and precepts of Shaolin Temple have been memorized in his mind one by one. Along the way, why wasn't he trying to adapt himself to all this?

Master Zhiyong suddenly sighed and said, "The old man is willing to give you another three days to think about it." ”

Yuan Sheng frowned slightly, and hurriedly said, "Master......"

However, before the words came out, he was blocked back by Master Zhiyong, "Just three days, the donor will think about it carefully." ”

With that, he turned away.