Chapter 4: Abbot Sanzang, Elder Xuanfeng [Please recommend and collect]

Early the next morning.

The sky was just getting light and there was still morning mist above the fields, which looked like a layer of gauze from a distance.

Lin Xuan and his father went out and headed towards Shaolin Temple.

Xiawa Village is about seventy or eighty miles away from Shaolin Temple.

If you walk, it will take a day without eating or drinking.

But when he arrived at Shaolin Temple, he was almost useless.

Last night, Lin's father made a plan and decided to take the donkey cart to Zhongmou County first.

Stay in Zhongmu County for a while, then go to Dengfeng.

Once you arrive in Dengfeng, you are not far from Shaolin Temple.

Lin Xuan had never ridden a donkey cart, but the bumpy feeling was similar to riding a mountain bike in his previous life.

Along the way, Lin Xuan said almost nothing, just quietly looking at the scenery in front of him.

Occasionally I hear his father chatting with others.

The atmosphere was cheerful.

After riding a donkey cart for nearly two hours, Lin Xuan and his father finally arrived in Zhongmu.

At noon, the father and son ate the steamed buns that had been prepared last night. After a quick bite, they continued on their journey.

By the time we arrived in Dengfeng, it was already evening.

Fortunately, Lin Xuan finally arrived at Shaolin Temple before the afterglow set.

As soon as he entered the gate of Shaolin Temple, Lin Xuan was attracted by the solemn and dignified atmosphere of the temple.

At this moment, it was sunset and the evening bells rang, startling the birds in the sky.

The setting sun fell on the lush pagoda forest and the red walls and green tiles, and an indescribable sense of Zen gradually lingered in Lin Xuan's heart.

"Is this the Shaolin Temple? It's really magnificent..."

Lin Xuan exclaimed.

Father Lin behind him had his pupils slightly shrunk. He did not dare to look at the temple for too long. His steps as he walked upwards became lighter, as if he was afraid of disturbing this thousand-year-old temple.

"My two donors, where are you from? The temple is about to close."

Not long after, a young monk in gray clothes came over and asked the two of them with his hands clasped together.

"Young Master, we are here to become your apprentice."

"This is my son Lin Xuan."

Father Lin explained and introduced Lin Xuan to him.

"Apprenticeship?"

The young monk was stunned, and only after looking at Lin Xuan did he understand:

"Little donor, do you want to become my Shaolin lay disciple?"

"Not bad." Lin Xuan nodded slightly.

After learning the purpose of the father and son's visit, the young monk suggested:

"It's getting late. If you want to become my disciple, you can change it to tomorrow. Why don't you two rest in the temple tonight?"

"This……"

Father Lin was stunned.

Wouldn't it be too much trouble for these masters to rest in the temple?
As if he saw Father Lin's hesitation, the young monk explained:

"Don't be polite, there are many houses in the temple, but the conditions are a bit simple."

"Then I'll trouble you, Master."

Father Lin finally came to Shaolin Temple and wanted to take a look around.

By the way, let’s take a look at Lin Xuan’s living environment here in the future.

After much deliberation, I finally agreed.

"Two donors, please come this way."

"Go to the front temple and register first."

The little monk stretched out his hand.

Next, Lin Xuan and his father followed him to a Buddhist hall in the front temple.

After the registration, the young monk took the two of them to have dinner.

To be precise, it is a vegetarian meal.

Although this vegetarian meal does not contain meat, it is not brown rice after all.

There are also white flour buns.

Apart from anything else, Father Lin was very satisfied with the food in Shaolin Temple.

After dinner, the father and son stayed in a guest room arranged by the Shaolin Temple.

What the little monk said was right, there are quite a few buildings in Shaolin Temple.

After entering the courtyard, I looked up and saw more than 20 rooms. When I entered the room, I found eight beds in it.

The area is about 50 square meters.

Lin Xuan took a look and found that it was exactly like a dormitory.

The father and son randomly chose a bed, took a quick shower, and went straight to bed.

Having spent most of the day traveling, the father and son were extremely exhausted, so they began snoring not long after they fell down.

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now.

Shaolin Temple, Abbot's Courtyard.

"Abbot Sanzang, today some people brought their children to Shaolin to learn martial arts. Including those from the past few days, there are more than 30 people now."

"Recently, there has been a military disaster in Kaifeng City, and many villages have suffered. The government has not been able to find out the cause."

Just then, an elder came into the hall to report.

The elder was short in stature, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a full beard and broad eyebrows.

This person is none other than Elder Xuanfeng of Shaolin Temple.

In front of him was an old man wearing a yellow and red cassock with drooping white eyebrows.

The old man had a white beard that reached down to his chest, a kind face, a thick chin and a straight jaw, looking like a wise man.

This person is not someone else.

It was the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Sanzang!

As the abbot of Shaolin Temple, he not only has profound skills, but also has extensive and profound knowledge of martial arts.

He has a gentle temperament, is informal and humorous, and is very popular among the monks in the temple.

Upon hearing this, Abbot Sanzang said:

"I have also heard about the military disaster. Elder Longchuan has already gone to investigate with the monks in the temple. I hope there will be some results."

"As for those children who come to Shaolin to learn martial arts... Elder Xuanfeng should lead them for a while to see if he can find some good seedlings."

"Once you have enough experience, the monks will teach you."

Elder Xuanfeng didn't have many opinions, but when he saw that the abbot had made an arrangement, he readily agreed:
"Okay, Abbot Sanzang."

"Then tomorrow, I will teach you the Luohan Fist and see how these little guys are doing."

"Thank you for your hard work, Elder Xuanfeng." Abbot Sanzang smiled slightly.

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The next day, Lin Xuan and his father were awakened by the ringing of the temple bell.

After a night's sleep, both the father and the son regained a lot of energy. After washing up, they went to have breakfast.

When passing by other Buddhist temples, you can hear some monks chanting.

Finish your breakfast.

Young men like Lin Xuan, who wanted to become Shaolin disciples, had been called to gather at the square in front of the temple.

When Lin Xuan arrived here, he found that there were already quite a few people standing scattered around the square.

Most of them were about my age, around twelve or thirteen years old.

Of course, there are also some with sixteen, seventy or eighteen.

Even children as young as eight or nine years old have it.

As for Lin's father, because he was worried about Lin Xuan, he stood far away outside the venue and watched everything.

Looking around, almost all of them were elders who were escorting their children to Shaolin to become disciples.

He also saw Chenjia Village, his wife's hometown, and several familiar relatives and friends.

……

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After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, everyone had arrived.

Lin Xuan stood in the crowd, counted back and forth, and found that there were more than thirty people with him.

Soon, the monk in charge of them found Elder Xuanfeng walking towards them, and immediately said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, stand up quickly, Elder Xuanfeng is here!"

Elder Xuanfeng, Lin Xuan still understood.

I've heard from Zhang Dong before that Elder Xuanfeng is a rather old-fashioned person who always likes to act according to dogma and has a bad temper.

As he walked over, even the monk next to him straightened up unconsciously.

"Elder Xuanfeng, these are the children who have come to Shaolin to become disciples in recent days."

The monk spoke.

(End of this chapter)