At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the cicadas on the trees beside the road kept chirping.

A young man in yellow robe came outside the Shaolin Temple.

He is about 20 years old, handsome in appearance, handsome in demeanor, and exudes a somewhat mature and unrestrained air in his movements.

A middle-aged monk in front of the steps raised his head and looked at Duan Yu. He clasped his hands together and said, "May I ask the donor, what do you do for me?"

Duan Yu stood with his hands behind his back, raised his head and stared at the black plaque of Shaolin Temple, and said calmly: "Enter the temple!"

"Amitabha!"

The middle-aged monk pronounced the Buddha's name, looked Duan Yu up and down, shook his head slightly and said: "Our temple is not open to the public and does not receive foreign guests. It's rude."

Duan Yu ignored him and said loudly: "Duan Yu, the leader of the Beggar Clan, was invited to visit Shaolin!"

The sound is like rolling spring thunder, rushing towards the distant and simple Shaolin Temple.

Several monks guarding the mountain were angry.

When he heard the identity of the person, he immediately lost his temper.

Who is the leader of the Beggar Clan?

He is a big shot on the same level as the abbot of Shaolin!

His personal visit to Shaolin must be a high-level reception!

One of the monks turned around to report, while the other accompanied Duan Yu politely.

In fact, there was no need to notify, as all the eminent monks in Shaolin Temple were already alarmed.

After a while, the temple door opened wide.

Eighteen monks in yellow robes floated out with nimble steps and walked to both sides of the mountain gate, each standing on a step.

They stood with long sticks in their hands, all looking solemn and motionless.

Er, the leading monk titheed and said with a cold expression: "Donor Duan, please come into the temple!"

Duan Yu raised his eyebrows.

This Shaolin Temple is so powerful that it did not send a senior monk to greet him, but only announced that he should enter.

Give me some power?

The last time he came to Shaolin, on behalf of the Duan clan of Dali, two eminent monks of the Xuan generation came out to greet him personally.

Now he is the crown prince of Dali and the leader of the Beggar Clan.

No matter which identity he uses, Shaolin will never be so rude.

If that's the case, then don't blame me for being rude.

With a smile on his lips, Duan Yu walked inside.

There are many monks in the temple, coming and going.

When they saw Duan Yu, they seemed to be shocked, but then they became silent and nodded slightly.

It seems that the Shaolin Temple is not open to the public, and few people come in.

His consciousness was released, and the scenes within five miles around him were clearly presented in his mind.

Duan Yu suddenly frowned.

He discovered that there was an invisible force in Shaolin Temple that kept interfering with his consciousness.

Duan Yu also encountered this kind of situation when he came here last time.

At first he thought it was a sweeping monk and did not dare to investigate carefully.

Now it seems that is not the case.

Duan Yu is already in the foundation-building stage and is no longer as timid as before.

Divine consciousness spread out in all directions, covering the entire Shaolin Temple.

There is a man in the Sutra Pavilion who is full of energy, and his spiritual power far exceeds that of ordinary people. He is an old monk who has fallen into disgrace.

Judging from the strength of his spiritual consciousness, the sweeping monk's cultivation level is at least half a step in building the foundation.

Of course, the sweeping monk is a Buddhist, and his spiritual consciousness is introverted, absorbed into himself, and attached to his body.

Even though he discovered Duan Yu's spiritual visit last time, he acted as if nothing had happened and did not investigate Duan Yu in reverse.

Taoism refines qi, and Buddhism refines spirit.

Taoism often builds a foundation and hinders countless people who want to follow the Tao in their hearts.

In the world of low martial arts, if you don’t have a system, how can you become a hammer fairy?

Xiaoyaozi, the founder of the Xiaoyao sect, cultivated immortality because he picked up a book of immortality cultivation techniques and a spiritual spring in the Eternal Spring Valley.

Compared with Taoism, Buddhist cultivation is more difficult.

For thousands of years, no one has achieved great success.

Duan Yu vaguely guessed that the power of Shaolin Temple affecting his consciousness should be the relics.

Moreover, they are the Buddha bone relics of eminent monks and great virtues.

Those eminent monks and virtuous men with profound cultivation will have some things that cannot be burned after their death. They are the condensed things of essence and spirit, which are called relics.

In deep thought, Duan Yu walked into the Main Hall.

What you see is a huge golden Buddha statue.

A solemn air came over me, making the entire hall become extremely heavy and solemn.

In front of the golden Buddha statue, six old monks wearing yellow cassocks stood.

Their faces were solemn and their eyes were fixed on Duan Yu.

"Amitabha!"

Six sacred monks of the Xuan generation chanted the Buddha's name at the same time, as loudly as a bell.

In an instant, there was a buzzing sound in the main hall, like a bell ringing like a bell, which was shocking.

Each of the Buddha's names of the six eminent monks contained profound inner power. When they gathered together, they were like a raging wind and a wolf wreaking havoc in the hall.

The sound lingered endlessly, echoing in the hall, making the windows tremble and droop.

Another show of force.

If you are an ordinary martial arts master, you will definitely feel dizzy when hearing this Buddha's name, and those with weak internal strength may even bleed from the seven orifices.

Duan Yu's expression remained unchanged, he stood with his hands behind his back, his yellow robe fluttering, making him even more heroic and extraordinary.

He had already established a foundation and his cultivation was several times higher than before. Xiaodao just smiled indifferently.

Now that he is here, no matter whether the opponent chooses to fight alone or in a group, he will deal with it on his own.

Until the opponent is defeated!

"Donor Duan!"

The tall, round old monk is wearing a purple gold cassock, holding a Zen staff in his hand, and has a solemn appearance.

It was Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

"Amitabha, I am so polite!"

Abbot Xuanci came to Duan Yu, titheed him, and recited the Buddha's name.

Behind him are five old monks with gray beards, all with their hands clasped together, their heads slightly lowered, their eyes slightly closed, and their treasures are solemn.

Seeing this scene, Duan Yu smiled slightly and said, "Master Xuanci is polite. Duan came to Shaolin at the invitation of the Gui Temple. I wonder if you have any advice from the masters?"

It is said that it is an appointment, but in fact everyone understands.

Xuanji, the leader of the Discipline Academy, was the first to speak: "May I ask Master Duan, have you ever practiced my unique Shaolin skills?"

Duan Yu nodded: "Things you can learn at a glance don't count as practice. Why should Master Xuanji ask questions knowingly?"

One of the old monks frowned, his eyes flickered, and he said loudly: "According to Shaolin rules, Shaolin's secret knowledge cannot be passed on to anyone at will..."

There were too many old monks. Duan Yu only met three of them and was too lazy to ask for their names.

He looked at Master Xuanci and asked with a smile: "What does Shaolin want to do with Duan?"

He had a weird smile, which seemed to be sarcastic.

Master Xuanci spoke slowly: "Donor Duan, do you want to pass on Shaolin's unique skills to others?"

"No." Duan Yu shook his head.

Just because he hasn't taught it to others yet doesn't mean he won't in the future.

"Amitabha, very good!"

Master Xuanci put his hands together in tithe, and sighed quietly: "Shaolin's secret knowledge is rumored, and everyone in our temple has lost all face. Monks should refrain from greed, anger and ignorance, but they feel ashamed of the Shaolin ancestors and have no face to face the Buddha."
To be continued...