Wang Lie and his entourage returned to the town at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, Liu Fusheng and Zhang Dazhu were still living in the small courtyard they rented before, and it was a surprise to see Wang Lie come back, after settling down, let Li Suning and Wang Qingmei go to rest, and he came to the gate of Shaolin Temple alone.

It was already evening, the pilgrims had already gone down the mountain, the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple was a little empty, deserted, and only a small novice was cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the mountain gate.

"Hello Little Master. Wang Lie greeted the little novice who was sweeping the floor.

"Hello donor. Xiao Shami was only ** years old, he was startled by Wang Lie, the broom in his hand was almost thrown away, and he bowed to Wang Lie with his hands together at a loss, and said.

"Little Master, I want to ask to see your abbot, and I would like you to report it. Wang Lie said with a smile, he didn't break into Shaolin directly, and this time he didn't come to make trouble, and the necessary etiquette still had to be talked about.

"Donor, the abbot of this temple has no outsiders, if you want to offer incense, it's late today, come back tomorrow morning." Xiao Shami said with some embarrassment, he was not very good at refusing people.

"I'm not here to offer incense, I know your abbot, you just have to go and report, if you can't see the abbot, look for Lingmen or Lingjing. Wang Lie said.

"I can't see the abbot, the Lingmen master hasn't shown up since he returned to the mountain a few days ago, and the Lingjing uncle has gone down the mountain and hasn't come back yet. Xiao Shami said seriously.

"They can't see it, so what about Hai Neng? Hai Yan, Hai Kong? Whichever one you can see, you can report that it is Wang Lie who asks to see the abbot master. Wang Lie said.

Xiao Shami's face was flushed, and he said after a while: "What the donor said is the great monks in the temple, I am a little novice, and I can't see your uncles and ancestors." ”

Wang Lie laughed, reached out and touched the bald head of the little novice, and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, then you take me into the temple." The little monk tilted his head, but he didn't dodge, he wanted to get angry but remembered to quit his monks, and his little face became more and more red.

"But it's getting late. The temple is closed to outsiders. Xiao Shami stretched out his hand to stop Wang Lie and said.

"I'm not a visitor, I'm a friend of your abbot. Wang Lie smiled and said, "Let's go, find someone who can speak, and you will know that what I said is true." By the way, what is your Dharma name, little Master?"

"I haven't officially been ordained yet. The law name can't be said. Little Shami shook his head and said.

"It turned out that I couldn't say that I was a master. Wang Lie laughed and said, playing with the little novice, such a young person became a monk at home, I don't know if he was also an orphan who was abandoned at the gate of the temple.

"It's not that I can't say it, my Dharma name is Xuancheng! In a few months, I will be able to take the ordination, and I will be able to use this Dharma name publicly!" said the little monk angrily.

"What?!" Wang Lie was taken aback and said in surprise: "Are you Xuan Cheng? Do you have a senior brother or junior brother named Xuan Ci?"

"No, there is no brother named Xuan Ci in this temple. The little monk didn't understand what Wang Lie was surprised about, and shook his head and said.

Wang Lie shook his head and threw the shock out of his mind, the three elders have seen it, and there is nothing to make a fuss about seeing a "Thirteen Absolute Monks" again, I didn't expect that the Xuanzi generation already had disciples, and I don't know when Xuanci will come out.

"Xuancheng. Which monk is your master?" Wang Lie looked at the thirteen peerless monks who would be known as the number one master in Shaolin in the past two hundred years in the future, and now his height was less than half of his own.

"My master is a spiritual void master. The little monk Xuancheng said, his eyes were full of admiration and admiration as he spoke, obviously his master was very good to him.

Wang Lie thought about it for a while, he didn't have any impression of this name, and he hadn't been in contact with Shaolin a few times, but it was not surprising that there were thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple, and there were dozens of spiritual characters, and there were few people he knew.

"It is said that Shaolin Temple is the ancestral court of martial arts. Xuan Cheng, how is your martial arts?" Wang Lie further fooled the little monk and inquired.

"I have been in the temple since I was a child, and I started practicing martial arts at the age of three, starting with Shaolin Changquan. It has been five years since I learned Luohan Boxing and Fuhu Boxing, and Wei Tuozhang has not yet learned it all, and his martial arts are very poor. Xuan Cheng counted with his fingers and said.

Wang Lie was dumbfounded, is this still bad, worthy of being the thirteen absolute monks in the future. I was only eight years old and had already learned Wei Tuozhang, you must know that Xuzhu learned Luohan Boxing and Wei Tuozhang in his twenties, which is simply incomparable.

"Xuan Cheng, you are so powerful, your master must be very powerful. How many Shaolin Seventy-Two stunts does he know?" Wang Lie inquired.

"My master is not good at martial arts. Xuan Cheng shook his head and said, "I've never seen Master do anything with anyone, and I don't know how his martial arts are. ”

"Your master doesn't understand martial arts, who taught your martial arts?" Wang Lie said curiously.

"It's not that my master doesn't understand, but he hasn't done anything with anyone, he instructed me to practice, and my uncle and uncle all said that I practiced well. Xuan Cheng defended his master.

Wang Lie suddenly, the feeling is a monk who does not seek fame and fortune, he doesn't like to be in the limelight and practice martial arts silently, there are really many monks like this in Shaolin Temple, and the sweeping monk is not the biggest example, he is still willing to be a sweeping monk plainly, this Xuancheng's master is also a similar monk.

"But my master said that if I work hard, I can choose a seventy-two stunt to practice in a few years. Seeing that Wang Lie was silent, Xuan Cheng waved his fist and said.

"Okay," Wang Lie said with a smile, "I'm looking forward to seeing the scene where you're proficient in multiple stunts." ”

Xuan Cheng raised his head, as if he saw the scene where he was proficient in many seventy-two stunts and became a peerless master.

"Xuancheng, it's been so long, haven't you finished sweeping yet, you're going to close the temple door, you hurry up!" A voice broke Xuancheng's illusion, he picked up the broom in a panic, and shouted towards the mountain gate: "Uncle Lingxing, I'll finish sweeping it soon, but there is a benefactor here who wants to ask to see the abbot." ”

"Who asked to see the abbot? Don't you know that the abbot doesn't follow the outsiders?" said the monk who Xuancheng called Uncle Lingxing, who had already walked out of the temple gate and towards this side.

"Master Lingxing, in Xia Wang Lie, I want to see Master Abbot for something. Wang Lie saw Lingxing from afar, smiled and said, this Lingxing he has seen, when he and several Shaolin monks competed in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Lingxing was in the middle of a group of monks to watch, although in the corner, but Wang Lie never forgot it, and still recognized him.

"It's you. Lingxing approached and recognized Wang Lie, his face changed, his pupils contracted, the scene of that day can still be vividly remembered, he is not Lingmen Lingjing, nor is he those Buddhist monks, he has no good impression of Wang Lie, his hands are folded, and he said coldly: "Lord Wang, please go back, it is late, the gate of this temple is closed, what is the donor, please be early tomorrow." ”

"Master Lingxing, are you sure you want to stop me from entering the temple?" Wang Lie said as he looked at Lingxing playfully.

Lingxing's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly remembered that the last time Wang Lie made a big fuss in Shaolin Temple, it was for Senior Brother Lingmen not to let his junior sister go up the mountain, and he still made a big fuss if he didn't let him enter the temple, what could he do?

"Lord Wang, it's not that the little monk wants to stop it, but that the abbot master has rested, and it is inconvenient to see outsiders. Lingxing said stiffly.

"Lingxing, you have to be clear, I will be polite when you talk about etiquette, if you are rude, then I don't have to be polite, I am not asking for your consent, I have given enough face to Shaolin Temple in advance, I am here to help you, not to make trouble, you don't have to look at me so much, lead the way." Wang Lie put his hands behind his back and said lightly.

Lingxing's face was ugly, his eyes were eager to stab Wang Lie twice, and he took two deep breaths before he said bluntly: "Lord Wang, please come with me, I can't help if the abbot master can't see you." As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the mountain gate, regardless of whether Wang Lie followed or not.

"Xuan Cheng, it's a pleasure to meet you, he'll see you again in the future. Wang Lie turned around and smiled at the little monk Xuancheng, waved his hand and said.

"I'm glad to meet you, too. Xuan Cheng also said happily, he didn't have any friends in the temple, those senior brothers and ancestors were all stern, and it was rare to meet a person like Wang Lie who spoke to him on an equal footing, "Uncle Lingxing is a good person, don't scare him anymore." Xuan Cheng shouted.

Lingxing stumbled and almost fell, but only after stabilizing did he continue to walk forward quickly, Wang Lie laughed. (To be continued.) )