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

How did Arhat Boxing, as agreed upon, become the Tathagata's divine palm? Author: Wuxia Sweeping Monk

After waking up, Xiao Xun traveled to the world of martial arts and became a little monk in Shaolin Temple.

Due to his poor talent, he can only practice superficial skills such as Arhat Boxing and Golden Bell Mask.

After ten years of cultivation, I thought I would accomplish nothing.

Who knew, when he left the temple, he directly became a new myth of martial arts.

Xiao Xun: "It's strange, why is this river and lake so untroubled?"

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Chapter 1 Do you know why no one chose you?

Early autumn.

In the early morning, the dawn light is faint.

Shaolin Temple, Mahavira Hall.

Dozens of newly shaved young monks stood neatly in the main hall, looking at the yellow-clothed monks in front of them expectantly and apprehensively.

Next, these yellow-clothed monks will select disciples for each temple in Shaolin.

The halls are different, and the treatment is different.

Entering the Bodhidharma Academy, you can practice the best Shaolin martial arts since childhood;

And if you enter the handyman's courtyard, you may only be a handyman monk for the rest of your life.

"when……"

With a bell ringing.

The monks in yellow began to select disciples.

The selection criteria are simple: feel the pulse and ask.

At this moment, most of the yellow-clothed monks were checking the pulse of the new disciples while asking some basic information.

Only a yellow-clothed monk was silent when he felt the pulse of a six or seven-year-old young monk.

After a while, the monk in yellow let go of the young monk, shook his head, and walked towards the next new disciple.

Xiao Xun was confused.

what's the situation?

What does shaking your head mean?

When you come to me, why don't you even ask a question?

When he saw another yellow-clothed monk approaching, Xiao Xun hurriedly restrained his thoughts and raised his arms.

After a while, the monk in yellow still left without saying a word.

Xiao Xun was stunned.

A yellow-clothed monk does not speak, and it can be said that the yellow-clothed monk is taciturn.

two…

This mud horse, why do you feel that something is wrong with me?

When the third yellow-clothed monk came, Xiao Xun stretched out his arms and looked at the yellow-clothed monk eagerly.

The monk in yellow put his fingers on Xiao Xun's pulse, and just about to ask about the situation, he raised his eyebrows and fell silent.

After a long time, he shook his head and left.

This time, Xiao Xun was completely stunned.

Nothing but three!

Three yellow-clothed monks in a row left without saying a word after feeling their pulse.

This……

There is a problem, is it really me?

But what could be wrong with me, a child under the age of seven?

Am I not the cutest looking?

Powder carved jade ah!

Have you found out that I am the fleeing prince?

Or…

Found out that I am a time traveler?

Xiao Xun's heart sank slightly.

Especially, after that, several yellow-clothed monks took his pulse, and they all left without saying a word, and some even shook their heads.

At the end.

Most of the new Shaolin disciples were picked by the monk in yellow. Some of them were happy, while others were bitter.

Xiao Xun looked around blankly, and found that he seemed to be the only one who was not selected, and his heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

This time, the yellow-clothed monk was selecting new disciples for each hall in Shaolin, but he was not selected. Doesn't this mean that he was not even eligible to enter the servants' courtyard?

A group of new Shaolin disciples who had just been picked away saw that Xiao Xun hadn't been picked yet, they couldn't help showing gloating expressions.

Some of the new disciples, who were still grimacing at first, eased their expressions in relief when they saw that all the yellow-clothed monks did not intend to choose Xiao Xun.

After all, it is human nature to gloat.

Xiao Xun's face was a little dark.

Let a group of children and half-grown children laugh, this mud horse is too irritating!

A group of yellow-clothed monks also discovered Xiao Xun's embarrassing situation.

After whispering a bit, a yellow-clothed monk standing in the middle said, "Hui Wu."

"The disciple is here."

Xiao Xun said quickly.

Huiwu is his dharma name in Shaolin Temple, which he got when he was ordained.

"Are you literate?" the yellow-clothed monk asked.

Xiao Xun nodded and said: "Before I become a monk, I learned a little bit."

In the inherited memory, Xiao Xun was the Ninth Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he began to read and write at the age of four.

Xiao Xun dare not claim to know all the characters in this world, but reading and writing letters is completely fine.

"In that case, enter the wall hole facing Bodhidharma." The monk in yellow said slowly.

Bodhidharma facing a hole in the wall?

Xiao Xun was taken aback.

Is this a decent courtyard?

"……Yes."

Xiao Xun could only helplessly respond.

If you face a hole in the wall, just face the hole in the wall.

At least it can be regarded as a place to stay.

As for the various martial arts in Shaolin Temple...

Xiao Xun felt it.

As long as one is in Shaolin, there is always a chance to learn superior martial arts.

It really doesn't work, just slip away when you grow up.

In this way, Xiao Xun became Bodhidharma's new disciple.

It is worth mentioning that he is not the only new disciple assigned to the hole facing the wall.

"My name is Huizhen."

A little dark monk who was half a head taller than Xiao Xun greeted him.

"My name is Huiwu."

Xiao Xun replied weakly.

The two of them took the monk clothes, monk shoes, temple regulations booklet and identity badge and other things they had received, and led by a monk in yellow, they walked towards the wall hole facing Dharma on Wuru Peak in Shaolin.

on the way.

"Do you know why no uncle chose you?" Huizhen asked quietly.

Xiao Xun's heart moved, he shook his head and said, "I don't know, do you know?"

Huizhen said with a smile: "All the halls of Shaolin Temple select disciples, the most important thing is cultivation talent.

Even the handyman's house is no exception.

You were not selected for one reason:

The talent is so poor that the handyman's house doesn't even want it! "

Xiao Xun: "..."

Some heart jam!

Although I already had a hunch in this regard just now, I still couldn't help but feel uncomfortable being despised by a little black monk.

Chapter 2 Warehouse Manager?

"Do you know why you were placed in the cave facing Bodhidharma again?" Little Black Monk Huizhen asked again.

"Why?" Xiao Xun said casually.

Not very concerned.

After all, if you don't even want a handyman's house, then don't you just send it wherever there is a vacancy?

"Because I can't read." Hui Zhen sighed.

"Oh."

Xiao Xun said oh.

I thought to myself, no wonder the monk in yellow asked me if I could read or not.

"Hey, it's good to be literate." Hui Zhen sighed, "You can read, you just need to sit on the bench every day, hold a small pen, write and draw.

And I have to go to the Bodhidharma Academy every day to deliver food to the punished monks, and maybe I have to clean up their excrement. "

"Forehead……"

Hearing what Huizhen said, Xiao Xun suddenly felt better.

"You know a lot."

Xiao Xun said.

Huizhen raised her chin and said, "A brother from my village is also in Shaolin Temple, and he told me all about the situation in each hall."

Xiao Xun was speechless.

Can you still meet fellow villagers when you become a monk?

"Then did he tell you when we can learn Shaolin's miraculous skills?"

Xiao Xun glanced at the yellow-clothed monk in front of him, and asked in a low voice.

Huizhen nodded, and said: "When we do morning class every day, there will be an elder who teaches us Shaoyang Kungfu. After we have cultivated the sense of releasing qi, we can go to the Arhat Hall and choose an external kung fu to practice."