Reincarnation simulation: I can change my life against the sky

Chapter 6 In the Hanging Temple, the martial arts are the first!

Hanging Temple, Sutra Pavilion.

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The thick wooden door covered with red paint was slowly pushed open by Ji Qiu.

Gently lifted the hem of the monk's robe, then Ji Qiu raised his footsteps, crossed the threshold high, and faced the old monk who was sitting on the rocking chair in front of the horizontal table on the left, narrowing his eyes, as if he was asleep, and said respectfully:

"Disciple Zhenru, pay homage to enlightened master!"

The Xuankong Temple has been passed down for 200 years, and the generations have changed from generation to generation. Up to now, the Jingzi generation is the backbone of the entire temple.

Even today's abbot, the first master of Kongwen, is nothing more than Kongzi's generation.

For example, the Enlightenment Master who was stationed in the Sutra Pavilion, as one of the few eminent monks of the Jue generation, is no different from a living fossil figure for this generation of Xuankong Temple.

In the past, Ji Qiu didn't know the depth of his strength, but he only knew that this person was very knowledgeable, and he could almost learn all kinds of Buddhist scriptures at his fingertips.

But this time through the simulation, Ji Qiu just realized that he had underestimated this dying old man in the past.

[Enlightenment: In the Hanging Temple, the best in martial arts]

[8 years old: worshiped in the temple, became a novice monk with extraordinary qualifications, and was placed high hopes by the elders. 】

[16 years old: second-rate achievement, minor success in martial arts, high-spirited, traveled down the mountain, and first appeared in a hundred miles. 】

[27 years old: Great achievement in martial arts, a first-class master, the world's number one martial arts meeting, the young heroes who broke six factions in a row, fought against the older generation, became invincible and became famous all over the world! 】

[40 years old: the qi rushes to the dantian, the true qi becomes the sky, the innate martial arts, and the master of the generation of martial arts! 】

[60 years old: I traveled thousands of miles to seek enlightenment, but unfortunately there was no chance, so I had to return to the Xuankong Temple, where I sat in the Sutra Pavilion, devoted myself to studying the mysteries of martial arts, and disappeared from the world. 】

[105 years old: youthful spirit, middle-aged ambition, but unfortunately, since then, it has been barren for fifty years, and there is no way to seek the way. Finally, knowing that the end has come, I can only sigh three times in the quiet room, helplessly sitting down. 】

[Simulation evaluation: Everything is fate, and it is not in the slightest. 】

Martial arts genius!

For a moment, Ji Qiu's breath stopped, his pupils widened slightly.

He didn't expect that the old monk, who usually doesn't show off the mountain and doesn't leak water, and often gives him good advice, can have such strength?
Before changing his fate against the sky, through the fate trajectory of his previous life, although Ji Qiu also knew that the enlightened master sitting in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion had extraordinary martial arts, but he didn't know that he was only one step away from entering the Tao!
Because according to the trajectory, the enlightened monk who is now ninety years old will pass away in 15 years.

Until his passing away, the Xuankong Temple was still powerful and there was no chaos, so Ji Qiu had never seen this old monk make a move.

But should I say it or not, it is a pity that there is no hope of seeking the Tao for a lifetime.

"Things that did not happen and were discovered during the previous simulation, but I successfully detected and found out that this life has changed against the sky."

"When a butterfly flaps its wings, all established trajectories will deviate from it, and it will never be the same again."

"So the path I've taken in this life will definitely not be the same as that text imitation."

Ji Qiu thought to himself, his heart was firm.

When he was distracted, a voice came out, interrupting his chaotic thoughts:
"So it was you who disturbed my dream."

"Why, it's uncharacteristically different today, why didn't you go straight to those martial arts classics, instead staring at the old monk and me?"

"Could it be that you want me to teach you, little monk, martial arts?"

Sensing Ji Qiu's gaze, the old monk wearing a pale red gold-rimmed cassock slowly opened his eyes, squinted slightly, looked at Ji Qiu who was motionless in front of him, and immediately smiled kindly.

"Cough cough!"

"Disciple offended."

Hearing the words of Enlightenment, Ji Qiu coughed quickly, shook his head, stopped being in a daze, but took out the bronze token from his cuff, offered it with respectful hands, and said:
"Master, this time Zhenru came here, not to practice martial arts, nor to ask for advice from you."

"Now that I have mastered the Great Sumeru Fist, I have obtained the permission of the chief abbot today, and I have specially come to the Sutra Pavilion to select the true energy method, and I am ready to break into the first class."

"So I hope Master knows that this is the token, please have a look."

After finishing speaking, Ji Qiu gently placed the token on the horizontal table and stood with his hands down.

"Ok?"

These words really surprised Juewu a little, almost thought he was hallucinating.

Then he raised his eyes and saw through the falsehood of this token, and also knew that Ji Qiu was not falsifying.

This time, the old monk was even more shocked.

What the hell.

At the age of nine, you must practice internal strength and enter the top class?
The group of old monks who had passed away back then, when they saw their achievements, they shouted all day long, saying what is the future hope of Xuankong Temple and so on.

If this makes them see that this is really like a little monk, why not jump out of the cemetery and live another life?
But should I talk about it or not, the old monk Jue Wu has a lot of skills in nourishing his energy. Even though there are turbulent waves in his heart, he still doesn't show the slightest bit on his face, with a calm and breezy demeanor.

Seeing that his originally lazy eyebrows raised suddenly, he straightened up, looked Ji Qiu up and down, then nodded his head, pretending to say:
"It's a mistake. The little monk is not bad, and he has three points of the demeanor of your master and me back then."

"I've seen the token, and it's accurate. What kind of method do you want to choose? After you choose it, remember to come back and tell me so that I can ask Master to give you a reference."

"If there is something you don't understand or understand, you can come and ask me. Anyway, you little guy has never been polite."

"Okay, let's go, don't disturb the old monk, I'm going to rest."

After finishing speaking, Jue Wu lay down again, and spread out on the rocking chair, with a look of enjoyment, without further words.

Seeing this, Ji Qiu, who already knew that the old monk was a master and had always taken care of him a lot, would not bother him too much.

Put the token away again, and then Ji Qiu looked at the huge Buddhist scriptures pavilion, and walked to the second floor area.

Seeing Ji Qiu pacing forward, about to pass the area where the classics and Buddhist scriptures are arranged, to step over the wooden steps, and when he was about to go up to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion, the slightly closed eyes of Jue Wu opened, and then whispered to himself:

"The little monk's talent is really good, not inferior to the old monk. In him, the old monk saw the shadow of himself."

"I have no chance in this life. I just hope that this little monk can live up to everyone's expectations. Go and have a look, and see what the state of entering the Tao is."

After the old monk finished speaking, he shook his head with a sigh of relief.

On his face, there was a bit of vicissitudes of life, and a touch of melancholy and unwillingness.

Also.

Walking a hundred steps, but fell at the last hurdle, who can let this matter rest easily.
Let's talk about the other side.

After Ji Qiu greeted the monks who came in twos and threes to browse through Zen scriptures and martial arts classics, they were about to step onto the important ground of the scripture pavilion that went directly to the second floor.

But when he was standing at the beginning of the ladder, thinking about which martial arts technique to choose.

But he caught a glimpse of an inconspicuous grey-robed monk who was a little bigger than him.

This glance immediately made him stop in his tracks, and he paused for it.

(End of this chapter)