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

The furnishings in the meditation room are very simple: a table, a chair, a futon, a wooden bed...

And, a quaint painting.

A full body portrait of Shaolin Bodhidharma Patriarch.

"It doesn't look like that at all. I look so good-looking, how could it be the reincarnation of Bodhidharma?"

Xiao Xun felt a little bit pained.

As a time traveler, how could it be the reincarnation of Bodhidharma?

It was obviously a misunderstanding, but this misunderstanding can't be explained?

Xiao Xun recalled the scene where Bodhidharma's phantom exploded, and his perception came out naturally.

"What exactly did Kumbala want to do at that time?"

Xiao Xun sat up straight and fell into deep thought.

Did I do what Kumbala wanted to do?

Bite a hole, pour your own perception into it, and then change the appearance of Bodhidharma phantom?

Thinking of this, Xiao Xun felt that he was right.

Didn't Bodhidharma's phantom just become his own appearance?

"After the phantom of Bodhidharma disappeared, that old bald donkey went crazy and wanted to kill me. It should be because I found out that I was the first to get there."

A look of enlightenment flashed in Xiao Xun's eyes.

The old bald donkey has ulterior motives and wants to pretend that he is the reincarnation of Bodhidharma.

"Huh~."

Suddenly, Xiao Xun uttered a light cry.

How does it feel... Perception seems to have become stronger?

Feel it carefully.

Xiao Xun was sure that his perception had indeed become stronger.

"I'm afraid that Dao Dharma phantom has another magical effect."

"It's useless to have any magical effect now."

Xiao Xun felt a little regretful.

My own knowledge is too lacking.

The experience this time was like... buying a box and destroying a pearl!

"Forget it, I'll just practice honestly and wait for news from Master Xuanku's uncle."

Xiao Xun took a light breath, dispelled the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to breathe out and practice.

In the Bodhi Courtyard, in the scripture building where the scriptures of the eminent monks of the past dynasties are collected, four old monks of the Duzi generation are quickly flipping through various booklets related to Bodhidharma, Bodhidharma's phantom, and Bodhidharma's wall hole.

After gathering all the booklets I could find...

"It seems that this has never happened before." An old monk put down the booklet in his hand and said helplessly.

"I don't have either. I guess this is actually a conspiracy of Tantra." An old monk with a white beard said.

"The theory of reincarnation is indeed too illusory. Shaolin has always been prosperous and is one of the four holy places of Buddhism. It seems that Patriarch Bodhidharma has no reason to reincarnate here." The leanest old monk said, not feeling Xiao Xun It is the reincarnation of Bodhidharma.

The old monk who brought Xiao Xun to the Bodhi Courtyard had a look of deepness in his eyes, and said, "Whether Huiwu is Bodhidharma's reincarnation or not, Bodhidharma's phantom has turned into his appearance, this is a sign."

"What's the sign?" asked the old monk with the white beard.

"Wisdom is extraordinary."

The old monk who brought Xiao Xun to the Bodhi Court said with a smile.

The other three monks were taken aback for a moment, and immediately nodded.

Really extraordinary.

Otherwise, how could the phantom of Bodhidharma become his appearance?

"Hui Wu will be ordained for eight years, so let him stay in the Bodhi Court." The thinnest old monk muttered, "We will teach him personally."

"it is good."

"..."

Flash forward six days.

Tie Zhuiri, the famous catcher of the golden knife, is a member of this session of Shaolin lay disciples.

this day.

Tie Zhuiri came to the gate of Shaolin Temple, greeted a middle-aged man to the Shaolin Temple, and found Xuankong, the first seat of Zhikeyuan.

"He is Chen Ziping, and he entrusted me to find his nephew." Tie Zhuiri said, "I checked all the scrolls, and finally confirmed that his nephew came to Shaolin ten years ago."

Chen Ziping continued: "All 73 members of my brother-in-law's family were wiped out by the blood bandits. Only this nephew escaped by chance. My brother-in-law is the sole heir of the seventeenth generation of the Zhou family..."

"Who is it?" Xuankong glanced at Tie Zhuiri.

This kind of thing is not unheard of.

Many monks in Shaolin Temple are orphans abandoned by others, and sometimes people come to find them.

"I checked for two months, and finally confirmed that Master Chen's nephew is Hui Wu, a disciple of Yaowangyuan." Tie Zhuiri said.

"Huiwu?" Xuankong was stunned, a little astonished.

Tie Zhuiri nodded and said, "That's him."

"Master, can I meet Futian?" Chen Ziping looked at Xuankong and said a little excitedly.

"Futian?" Xuankong was in a daze.

"Zhou Futian, Huiwu's lay name." Tie Zhuiri said.

"Oh." Xuankong suddenly realized, glanced at Tie Zhuiri, and asked, "Are you sure that Huiwu is Zhou Futian?"

Tie Zhuiri nodded and said, "I have handled 180 nine cases, and there has never been a single unjust, false or wrongly decided case."

Xuan Kong nodded secretly, he had also heard about the deeds of the Golden Saber famous arrester, and knew that he was a god arrester.

"Huiwu is in the Bodhi Courtyard, I will take you there."

Xuan Kong stood up.

"Trouble master." Tie Zhuiri said.

"Thank you, master, thank you, master." Chen Ziping said excitedly.

Soon.

A group of three came outside the Bodhi Court.

"You guys wait here first, the old man will come whenever he goes." Xuankong reminded, and walked directly into the Bodhi Courtyard.

"This time, it's all up to Mr. Tie. When I take Fu Tian home, Chen will have a big thank you." Chen Ziping glanced at Tie Zhuiri, and said solemnly.

"There's no need to be so polite." Tie Zhuiri said casually.

Chen Ziping was taken aback for a moment and stopped talking.

Bodhi Court.

In a Zen room.

"You mean that Hui Wu's uncle is here?" The old monk who brought Xiao Xun to the Bodhi Court showed a look of astonishment on his face.

Xuankong nodded and said: "Tie Zhuiri is also known as the famous arrester of the golden knife. He is a god arrester and has a good reputation in the Jianghu. There should be nothing wrong with him coming to investigate." "Why such a coincidence?" Showing a look of surprise.

A few days after Bodhidharma Xuying took Huiwu's appearance, Huiwu's uncle came looking for him?

This is too coincidental.Meditate for a while...

"Let them meet." The old monk stood up and said slowly. "Okay." Xuan Kong replied.

The two left this meditation room together, the old monk went to the meditation room where Xiao Xun was, and Xuan Kong left the Bodhi Courtyard, welcoming Tie Zhuiri and Chen Ziping over.

In the meditation room where Xiao Xun was.

Xiao Xun closed his eyes and pretended to be practicing, silently perceiving the expression of the old monk.

The old monk stared at Xiao Xun for a while, and asked, "Hui Wu, do you remember what happened before you came to Shaolin?" "What happened before you came to Shaolin?"

Xiao Xun blinked, his mind was spinning rapidly.

This old monk should not ask me this for no reason.

That is…

Master Xuanku's uncle's arrangement arrived?

This is already the sixth day, it must have been arranged by Master Xuanku's uncle!

"I don't remember clearly." Xiao Xun shook his head.

"You should remember your name before you became a monk, right?" the old monk asked again.

Xiao Xun frowned, pretending to be thinking hard, feeling a little troubled in his heart.

Say you don’t remember, Mingming is born with Huigen, has a superb memory, and can’t even remember the name... a bit fake.

If you remember...my name is Xiao Xun?

The point is, no one in Shaolin knows this common name.

Moreover, although ten years have passed, many people still remember that there was a Ninth Prince named Xiao Xun in Da Zhou.

"This... After the disciple became a monk, he cut off the mortal relationship and deliberately forgot the past..." Xiao Xun replied like this.

that's the truth.

Xiao Pingfan often deliberately avoids the identity of the Ninth Prince of Da Zhou, trying to forget it.

However, the memory is so good that I can't forget it even if I want to.

"Forgot all?" Suspicion flashed in the old monk's eyes.

Xiao Xun pondered for a long time, then shook his head, and said, "I'm all focused on cultivation, and I'm afraid that ordinary things will affect my state of mind, so..."

In my heart, I feel a little bit resentful to Master Xuanku's uncle, who helped me arrange a new identity, and didn't even tell me the name in advance.

"Is that so." The old monk didn't ask any more questions, he had already sensed that Xuankong had brought the two of them over.

Xiao Xun also sensed it, and his heart beat a little faster.

Are you leaving Shaolin?

If it was in the past, maybe there will be some reluctance.

And now.

Xiao Xun only hoped to leave quickly.

Indeed, during the six days in the Bodhi Courtyard, all the old monks were too polite to him.

An old monk with a white beard actually came here to discuss Buddhist scriptures with him!

Simply wrong.

Lao Tzu is not an orthodox monk, how can he know Buddhist scriptures? .

Chapter 189 If Life Isn't Hard, Who Would Be Pretentious?

moment.

Xuankong, Tie Zhuiri, and Chen Ziping came to the meditation room together.

Xiao Xun stood up.

Chen Ziping glanced at Xiao Xun, his face became agitated.

"Like, like, like, it's so similar, it's almost carved out of the same mold as my sister!" Chen Ziping stared at Xiao Xun and said excitedly.

"Sister? Then this person should be my uncle." Xiao Xun pondered, with a confused expression on his face.

"Hui Wu, do you still remember your uncle?" Tie Zhuiri asked.