The Arhat Fist that was agreed, how did it become the palm of the Tathagata?

in the next few days.

Xuan Chi would personally come to make a bowl of detox soup for Xiao Xun every evening, and bring Xiao Xun a scripture about herbal medicine by the way.

Every night Xiao Xun would look through the scriptures and memorize the contents of the scriptures.

Such a life is very fulfilling.

But Xiao Xun felt a little... decadent.

Practice!

He never forgot to practice.

In fact, these days, most of Xiao Xun's time was spent on cultivation.

And there is no need to do anything every day, and the time for cultivation is more abundant than that in Chuzuzhai.

only……

The intensity of cultivation has been greatly reduced.

even.

In Xiao Xun's eyes, real cultivation should be full of fatigue and pain.

For example, swinging a fist in the ice, hitting a rock or an ancient bronze clock with your body, practicing the golden bell jar in a pool of dark water...

Cultivation should be like sailing against the waves, if you don't advance, you will retreat!

...

...

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Xiao Xun found that Danta was much quieter than before.

The Arhat Hall disciples who were supposed to repair the top of the pagoda disappeared completely.

When cooking in the morning, Xiao Xun knew the reason.

The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month is the day when lay disciples and Shaolin disciples communicate.

After today, most of the lay disciples should go down the mountain.

In the past few years, Xiao Xun, who had never seen this kind of exchange due to various reasons, had a strong interest in his eyes this time.

He needs a thrill!

Stimulate the heart of martial arts.

Come to Danta Gate...

Xiao Xun was dumbfounded.

"You can't go out without a tooth card." The gatekeeper shook his head and said.

Teeth?

My two tooth cards seem to be held by that old pervert Xuan Lian.

"Master, why don't you help me get another one?" Xiao Xun looked at the gatekeeper anxiously.

The gatekeeper monk shook his head, and said in a business-like tone, "I don't have such power. If you want to go out, you can ask a master of the Xuan family to take you out."

Xiao Xun's face collapsed.

at this time.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him.

Xiao Xun looked back and found that it was Xuan Chi and four monks in yellow.

At this time, Xuan Chi was wearing a red cassock, holding a tin staff, and a string of Buddhist beads on his hands and neck, solemn and solemn.

The four yellow-clothed monks behind him each have a jade plate in their hands and a jade bottle on the jade plate.

"Hui Wu, are you here?" Xuan Chi came to the door.

Xiao Xun's eyes flickered, and he said: "Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. There is an exchange battle between lay disciples and Shaolin disciples. I want to go and see, but Master Xuanlian took away the tooth cards before."

Xuan Chi looked at the doorkeeper monk, and ordered: "Give him a new tooth card."

"Yes." The gatekeeper replied respectfully, and then carved the word 'Hui Wu' on a new dental plaque.

"Thank you uncle, thank you uncle." Xiao Xun thanked with a smile, feeling at ease.

"I happen to be going to this exchange battle too, so you can come along with me." Xuan Chi pondered.

"Master uncle is going too?" Xiao Xun was taken aback for a moment, his eyes caught sight of the jade plates held by the four yellow-clothed monks behind Xuan Chi, and his heart skipped a beat.

reward.

Exchange battle rewards.

In addition, he should also act as an 'emergency doctor'.

Xiao Xun followed Xuan Chi's side and left the Pill Pagoda together.

I wanted to walk behind the four yellow-clothed monks, but these four yellow-clothed monks waited for him to go first before moving.

Xiao Xun didn't care too much.

Or seeing Xuan Chi every day, he is basically immune to Xuan Chi's aura of 'superior'.

Chapter 45

This exchange battle was held on the large square of Arhat Hall.

When Xiao Xun arrived with Xuan Chi and his party, he found that the entire Arhat Hall seemed to be full of monks.

In the easternmost part of the main square of Arhat Hall, there is a huge martial arts platform one foot high, and a group of lay disciples sit cross-legged on the right side of the martial arts platform.

On the left side of the martial arts platform, there are thirty white-clothed monks sitting cross-legged.

At the innermost part of the martial arts stage, five rows of thick futons were placed, and more than ten monks of the Xuan family in cassocks had already sat down.

In the entire large square, in the first five rows are a group of disciples in yellow clothes sitting cross-legged, and in the back are all monks in white clothes.

The atmosphere is noisy and warm.

"Fortunately, all Shaolin disciples practice martial arts and have good eyesight. Otherwise, would the people sitting behind really be able to see the situation on the martial arts stage?"

Xiao Xun was hesitating while complaining secretly.

Hesitant to mix directly into the Grand Plaza.

I always feel that I am a bit out of place by Xuan Chi's side.

From the aisle on the right side of the big square, under the watchful eyes of many monks, Xiao Xun followed Xuan Chi to the martial arts stage.

"Uncle Master, why don't I watch it in the square?" Xiao Xun couldn't help but ask.

If you don't speak now, it will be embarrassing to be kicked out later.

Although Buddhism has always paid attention to lifelong equality.

But after four years in Shaolin, Xiao Xun knew very well that among Shaolin monks, there are different levels.

"Get on stage." Xuan Chi said concisely.

"Oh." Xiao Xun heaved a sigh of relief.

Now that Xuan Chi has spoken, the possibility of driving him down later is very slim.

"In the future, can I pretend to be a tiger?"

Xiao Xun felt somewhat joyful in his heart.

As Xuan Chi stepped onto the martial arts arena, Xiao Xun glanced at where the lay disciples were, and saw Qiao Song at a glance.

at the same time.

Qiao Song looked up at Xuan Chi's group if he felt something in his heart, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Little Master!

The rest of the lay disciples on the martial arts stage, as well as the thirty white-clothed monks, also noticed Xiao Xun.

no way.

Xuan Chi, who was dressed in a red cassock and held a tin staff, was too dazzling.

And Xiao Xun is wearing a white monk's robe, if he stays in the square, no matter how good-looking he is, he will disappear from the crowd.

After all, the most indispensable thing in the square is the monk in white.

And this moment.

Xiao Xun followed Xuan Chi's side, and immediately distinguished himself from the other white-clothed monks, becoming one of the focal points.

Even, in the eyes of these people, they are more interested in Xiao Xun than Xuan Chi.

Seeing Qiao Song looking over, Xiao Xun nodded slightly as a greeting.

This move has attracted the attention of many people.

Qiao Song grinned and said in his heart that the little master still remembers me.

Sitting on the right side of Qiao Song, Luo Tianqi, the little King Kong, keenly sensed the interaction between Qiao Song and Xiao Xun, and his eyes narrowed for a moment.

He remembered that Qiao Song seemed to have mentioned that he met an unpredictable little master in Shaolin.

Could it be this little monk?

Xuan Chi glanced at Xiao Xun, and asked in a low voice while walking, "Do you know Qiao Song?"

Xiao Xun replied in a low voice: "One month before this disciple came to Yaowangyuan, he practiced the golden bell jar next to the waterfall at the foot of Ziyun Peak every night. Brother Qiao Song also practiced there, and we have met a few times."

While speaking, a group of people had already arrived at the futon in the deepest part of Yanwutai.

A group of monks of the Xuan family who were originally sitting on the futon got up one after another.

"Senior Brother Xuan Chi."

The crowd shouted respectfully.

On such occasions, status is the most important thing, even if he entered Shaolin earlier than Xuan Chi, he could only address him as 'Senior Brother Xuan Chi', or just stand silent.

Xuan Chi nodded slightly, performed a Buddha salute with one hand, and said politely, and then, guided by a yellow-clothed monk, came to the futon in the front row, a little to the right in the middle.

As the first seat of Medicine King Academy, in terms of status alone, Xuan Chi is second only to Shaolin abbot Xuanzheng, and is at the same level as the first seats of other halls.

Xuan Chi handed the tin rod in his hand to the yellow-clothed monk beside him, and after sitting down, he focused his eyes on Xiao Xun.

"Give Hui Wu a seat in front of me."

Xuan Chi ordered.

"Yes." The yellow-clothed monk who led Xuan Chi to his seat responded, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Xun was suddenly flattered.

This treat...

It seems a bit exaggerated.

"Why don't you just stand aside and watch?"

Xiao Xun whispered.

He faintly felt that there seemed to be countless eyes looking at him around him, which made him feel a lot of pressure.

"It's clearer here." Xuan Chi said.

Xiao Xun was helpless, at that moment the monk in yellow had already walked over with a futon.

Sitting cross-legged in front of Xuan Chi, Xiao Xun felt uncomfortable all over, only felt that the eyes of everyone in the whole big square seemed to be on him.

For a time, everyone was watching.

Xiao Xun's small face was unusually red.

It is really…

This was the first time I encountered such a situation, and it was difficult to adapt for a while.

"Sure enough, I knew little master was not easy!"