Chapter 8 Shaolin Hard Training +1 [Please collect and recommend]

Goooo!

His stomach growled and when he came to his senses, Lin Xuan realized he was starving.

He stood up and waved to Senior Brother Yuan Hai:

"Brother Yuan Hai, I'm going to eat. See you later."

After saying that, he was the first to leave the yard.

Seeing such a casual boy, Yuan Hai smiled in surprise.

This kid...

The other children might be a little in awe of him, thinking that he was a monk from the Shaolin Temple who was not only older than them, but also more powerful in martial arts.

Naturally, I didn't dare to act rashly in front of him.

But Lin Xuan is different.

He doesn't seem to be afraid of himself.

Compared with other children, his every move is more natural and casual.

But every word and action is within the rules.

In short, it is hard to understand.

It would be fine if Lin Xuan came from a big family, but Yuan Hai had read his information and found that he was just a country boy.

The children who stayed here saw Lin Xuan going to eat, and ran out right after him.

Some people also wanted to imitate and say hello to Brother Yuan Hai before leaving.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.

……

Out of the compound.

Lin Xuan walked straight to the shade beside the square and saw his father standing under the tree.

"Xuan'er, how's the practice going?"

Father Lin walked forward and asked with a smile.

Lin Xuan replied:

"It's okay, Dad."

"It's just a little more tiring than being at home, but I think that practicing martial arts requires hard work. If you want to master a set of skills, you have to work hard."

Hearing this, Father Lin showed a look of relief on his face:
"If you can think this way, Dad will be relieved."

It turned out that he had previously seen those children who could not endure hardship being taken down the mountain by their parents.

Lin's father was afraid that Lin Xuan had been studying hard since he was young and had never done any heavy work at home.

He suddenly came to Shaolin and was so tired. I was really worried that he couldn't hold on and would give up.

After all, Father Lin had seen these children going up and down the mountain, carrying water with great effort.

As he spoke, Father Lin patted Lin Xuan on the shoulder and said:

"Let's go, Dad hasn't eaten yet. I'll have lunch with you in Shaolin today, and then I'll go home."

Since his son was able to adapt to the life here, Father Lin felt relieved.

There is still a lot of work waiting for him to do at home, so it is better to go home early.

Ever since.

The father and son went to the kitchen of Shaolin Temple together.

Today's lunch at Shaolin Temple consists of vegetables, tofu, stew, vegetarian chicken, radish and the like.

The taste is very good.

Lin Xuan ate three bowls of rice again this time. I wonder if it was because he had consumed too much energy today.

After dinner.

Lin Xuan accompanied his father to the dormitory to pack his luggage.

After packing up, Lin's father reminded Lin Xuan again and again to learn martial arts well in Shaolin and not to cause trouble.

Before leaving, he forced twenty cents on Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan knew the current situation of his family. These twenty cents were almost earned by his parents' frugality for more than a month.

Right now, with the family going through such a huge change, it’s time to spend money.

How could he ask for money?

But seeing this, Lin's father insisted that Lin Xuan accept it.

Although the food in Shaolin is good, it is still too plain.

His child was at the stage of growing up, and Father Lin would never let him suffer any injustice.

Seeing that his father was still stubborn as usual, Lin Xuan had no choice but to accept it.

Standing in front of the temple gate, Lin Xuan watched his father go away.

Looking at the figure walking away, his heart suddenly rippled, feeling a little disappointed. Suppressing the pain, Lin Xuan shouted loudly:
"Dad, be careful on your way back. Zhang Dong said that Shaolin lay disciples have a few days off every month. Next month, I will go home with him and visit you again."

Father Lin probably heard it, but he didn't turn around, just raised his hand. "When did I become sentimental..."

Watching his father leave Shaolin Temple, Lin Xuan came to his senses. He muttered to himself and then burst into laughter.

Indeed, he had only been here for about ten months at most.

Among them, most of them live with their original parents.

After so many days of contact, Lin Xuan also determined that Lin's father and mother were his relatives.

Now he has come to a new environment, with an uncertain future and mixed emotions. Even though Lin Xuan has lived two lives as a human being, he still feels reluctant to leave.

This is human nature.

He is not a saint, how can he avoid it?

After calming down his emotions, Lin Xuan suddenly remembered the golden tripod in his mind.

no doubt.

What Lin Xuan can be sure of is that the golden tripod is definitely his golden finger!

But Lin Xuan didn't know what the magical use of the golden tripod was.

Judging from what he saw today, it seemed that it could practice some martial arts or techniques perfectly for him, and once he entered that observation state, he couldn't help but practice along with it.

Be able to grasp the essence of that martial art or technique in a concise manner, thus achieving twice the result with half the effort.

However, there were several issues before Lin Xuan that required his attention.

The first is how long can the figure in the golden tripod last? Is there a time limit?

Secondly, is it okay to replace Luohan Fist with other martial arts?

Finally, is this the only magical use of the Golden Tripod?

Is there anything else that I don't know...

Of course, Lin Xuan didn't know the origin of the golden tripod.

But the appearance of this golden tripod undoubtedly brought him great fortune.

Therefore, Lin Xuan gave this golden tripod a name, the Cauldron of Creation.

Back in the dormitory, Lin Xuan sat on the bed and speculated on the other wonderful uses of the Cauldron of Creation.

But a quarter of an hour passed and Lin Xuan still had no clue.

During this period, I felt tired.

Lin Xuan was extremely tired and exhausted in the morning.

"Forget it, don't think about it for now, let's sleep first."

"I still have to fetch water in the afternoon."

So he simply fell asleep.

……

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After sleeping for half an hour in a daze, Lin Xuan woke up.

Estimating that it was almost 2:15 p.m., Lin Xuan stood up and walked towards the square.

Of course, before going out, he deliberately went around a few more rooms to check if there were any friends who had overslept.

As he expected, it really happened.

And there are more than ten of them.

"Don't sleep anymore, let's gather at the square!"

"If we are late later, Elder Xuanfeng will chase us off the mountain!"

Lin Xuan pushed the door open and shouted loudly inside.

This shout woke up the young men.

Everyone was still a little grumpy at first, but when they saw the person coming, their anger disappeared instantly.

Thinking of the ferocious Elder Xuanfeng this morning, no one dared to sleep in. They jumped out of bed and ran to the square.

Not even a moment later.

More than thirty people finally gathered at the square without missing a single one.

Upon seeing this, Senior Brother Yuan Hai smiled and was quite satisfied.

The afternoon schedule is almost the same as the morning schedule.

First, Senior Brother Yuanhai and several monks taught everyone to practice Luohan Fist.

During this period, Elder Xuanfeng came to inspect, but left soon.

After practicing boxing for about an hour, all these people were assigned to fetch water.

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