"This place is called 'Chuzu Temple', also known as 'Bodhidharma Faces Temple', which was built to commemorate the first generation of Zen patriarchs, Bodhidharma Faces the Wall and seeks the Dharma to achieve the right result..."

"This is the Talin, the ancestral tomb of Shaolin Temple. Under these tombs, there are monks from all ages buried in Shaolin Temple..."

After leaving the martial arts training ground, Yu Xiangdi continued to lead the four people to visit the temple. Soon after, he came to the front yard and entered the temple gate was close to him.

There are several big trees in the yard, one of which is a ginkgo tree. Before, due to thick fog, Pu Zixuan did not notice this tree. At this time, his sensitivity to the tree made Pu Zixuan stop and stop and watch.

Yu Xiangdi also noticed this and explained to Pu Zixuan: "Oh, this is a ginkgo tree, which is 1,300 years old. It is not only the oldest tree in Songshan, but also the oldest in Dengfeng. How about it, is it eye-opening?"

"It's not uncommon for us to be taller and older than this." Pu Zixuan pointed to the trunk and asked in confusion, "I'm just curious, what's going on with these small holes?"

It turned out that there were countless dense small holes on the trunk of ginkgo tree, each of which was about half an inch in diameter and was of varying depth and did not form naturally at first glance.

Although Yu Xiangdi could not sense the small holes on the tree trunk by wind, he had already heard from his master about their origins, so he proudly said: "These small holes were poked by monks in the temple when they practiced one-finger Zen."

"One Finger Zen?" Pu Zixuan was even more puzzled and frowned, "What's that?"

Before Yu Xiangdi answered, Zhu Yuanliang continued, "Isn't this still clear? 'A cicada', as the name suggests, is a very powerful cicada that can even bite a hole in the trunk of a tree."

"Hahaha, Zhu Xianfeng, don't show off here at your level." Yu Xiangdi laughed loudly and explained, "That is a kind of hard qigong originated from Shaolin Temple. It is the same as the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt. However, those who practice qigong gather all their strength on one finger, which can turn the finger as hard as steel and become a sharp weapon, thereby poking out such a small hole."

"Ah? Oh...hehe." Zhu Yuanliang originally planned to use this answer to "return the city back" to make up for his previous ignorance of chopping sticks, but he did not want to make a more ridiculous joke. He immediately patted his head awkwardly and smirked.

"Fatty, if you don't understand, be honest, don't pretend to understand." Pu Zixuan scolded Zhu Yuanliang and then approached the trunk, gently stroked the small holes with his hands, sighed, "But then, Shaolin Kung Fu is really magical. I didn't expect that these monks could do this with their mortal bodies. I admire you! I admire you!"

"Is that?" Yu Xiangdi smiled proudly and said, "Those senior brothers, not to mention dealing with ordinary people, even facing some mountain monsters, will have the power to fight. 'All martial arts in the world come from Shaolin', this sentence is not for nothing!"

"Oh..." Pu Zixuan sighed, stretched out his index finger with his right hand and said regretfully, "It's a pity that I don't have that much time. Otherwise, if I practice this hard qigong, plus my thunder and lightning power, I would definitely use this finger to insert the torso of the Red Yasha that has become a big tree, and then electric him from his body!"

Yu Xiangdi smiled and said, "It seems that you are still obsessed with Red Yasha. If you ask me to say that the tree demon solved the Black Mountain Old Demon for me, it wouldn't be so annoying." Pu Zixuan turned around and approached Yu Xiangdi and whispered loudly: "Nonsense, our two families have their own feuds. If you asked me to say, the Black Mountain Old Demon wouldn't be so annoying. If the Black Mountain Old Demon solved the Red Yasha for me, it would be more suitable for me!"

"Okay, OK, I'm just talking casually, don't be so serious..." Yu Xiangdi shrugged, "Anyway, there are not many good things in the world except Lao Xiqu, just destroy them one by one!"

When Chen Shuqing heard this, she pretended to be whispering, "Oh, I didn't mention me and Xiaoshu. I will think you have said your heart."

"Hahaha, you all save money." Su Sanniang said with great joy, "It seems that everyone is in high spirits today and is in the mood to fight."

"Hahaha, I was indeed wrong this time. I apologize. I won't fight anymore." Yu Xiangdi touched the back of his head awkwardly, then continued to walk towards a small door on the side of the ginkgo tree, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to see the daily life of Shaolin Temple."

After passing through an alley, the five people came to a small courtyard. They saw a young monk in his teens cleaning the courtyard with a broom. The courtyard was clean, and the pile of dead leaves had been piled aside before, but the monk was still focused on scraping the ground with a broom, and it was not until Yu Xiangdi called him "Jiexing" that he stopped his way of life and looked at everyone.

The little monk's eyes quickly swept the five people, and finally fell on Yu Xiangdi, and he was surprised and said: "Hey, Uncle Ziyu, are you back?"

Yu Xiangdi walked over to touch the monk's head and greeted, "Haha, it's true that I haven't seen you for many days. I'm still so familiar with your wind sing!"

The little monk whispered and corrected: "Uncle Master, I am Juefang. Senior Brother Juexing is sweeping the steps outside the temple."

Chen Shuqing held back her smile and rolled her eyes and joked: "Oh, I knew that if this guy touched someone, he would make a mistake."

Yu Xiangdi said awkwardly: "It's Master Juefang. Alas, you are so similar to Juexing's Fengyu. After a long time of separation, I will be even more confused."

When Pu Zixuan entered Shaolin Temple before, he had seen two young monks sweeping the floor on the mountain steps outside the gate. Later, he saw a few more in the courtyard and immediately said curiously: "This courtyard is already very clean, why do you always sweep it?"

"Haha, yes, why? Not only did these young nephews ask this question, but I asked, almost everyone who came here also asked, but it was really a question of our Shaolin Temple forever..." Just like the Zen master's cleverness, Yu Xiangdi did not answer directly, but said, "This child, without even a common name, was taken to Shaolin Temple by his mother since he was born, and asked the abbot to raise him. With him, his brother Juexing, who was one year older than him. Their father died in the war.

My mother died of illness. Before her death, she had only one wish, that is, their two children could learn the skills as soon as possible, and they would not be bullied when they grew up. If it really doesn't work, it would be Amitabha's business for the rest of their lives and spend their lives peacefully. But for so many years, the abbot has just asked them to carry water and sweep the floor to children of this age, and never taught any kung fu. Pu Zixuan, some things are boring if you explain them thoroughly, so you should experience them slowly."

Jue Fangzhi looked up at Yu Xiangdi, his eyes revealed spotless purity. Perhaps to him, the word "father and mother" never had any meaning, and he didn't know what was at the foot of the mountain. After a while, he politely said: "It's almost noon. Do you all need food?"

"What a polite child." Pu Zixuan was so sad that he bowed and replied with a smile, "Master Abbot is preparing for us, and it will be fine in a while."

Yu Xiangdi sighed lightly and said, "Actually, if everything is fine, who will come to these poor places to be monks... Let's say that those who practice sticks just now have a good relationship with me. Over the years, I have accompanied them from a teenager to a young man. When I have nothing to do, I will talk about their family affairs, but they are all miserable children..."

...

At night, accompanied by insects and frogs, Shaolin Temple is hidden in the ultimate tranquility.

In an indoor room in the backyard, there was a pile of firewood, and Huiyuan and Yu Xiangdi were talking on the ground.

"So, Yuan Shuang died in Mount Lu and never came back..." Huiyuan slowly picked up a piece of firewood, put it lightly into the fire, splashing out sparks.

"Yes, Master, I have no other relatives in the world. However, the hatred has been gone, and I don't know what motivation there is in my future life. I hope my master will give my disciple a clear way."

Huiyuan smiled slightly and whispered: "Are you still practicing Zen according to the method taught to your teacher these days in Jiangxi?"

Yu Xiangdi nodded: "I will practice Zen according to the Master's instructions every day, and I will never dare to slack off for a day."

"So, what will appear in your mind before entering meditation in recent days?"

Yu Xiangdi was stunned and hesitated for a moment: "The disciple has been revenged, and his mind is often very confused, and I don't know what he is thinking."

"Haha." Huiyuan smiled kindly and said, "Think about it again, you will see what you want there."

The newly added firewood was burned with crisp crackling sounds, and the flames made Yu Xiangdi's face red.

After a while, Yu Xiangdi said in a deep voice: "The disciple can't see anything. If he must say something, he will only be worried about Sun Xiaoshu's condition. Sometimes... sometimes, the shadows of those demon kings will appear in a mess."

"Yes, what you can't let go is not just that child... You are the purifier, you are not an ordinary disciple of my Shaolin Temple. Now you have made so many new friends. What should you do? Do you still need to explain it to your teacher?"

Yu Xiangdi immediately understood Huiyuan's meaning and said throbbingly: "Master, disciple..."

"Ziyu..." Huiyuan interrupted Yu Xiangdi's words, looked at the child in front of him who was gouging his eyes in pursuit of strength, reached out and put his hand on Yu Xiangdi's right shoulder, and said earnestly, "Don't deceive yourself, the road you want to go is still very long. After the problem of Xiaoshu is solved, as long as you do justice to kill demons and practice the law on behalf of heaven in the future, even if you are not in my Shaolin Temple, you will be my Shaolin's only son forever."

Although Huiyuan's tone was calm, Yu Xiangdi felt an indescribable shock, and immediately knelt down and said tremblingly: "No matter how far my disciple goes, my disciple will always follow the teachings of his master!"
Chapter completed!