Martial Arts: Starting from a Seemingly Real System

Tian Jing was worried that Qiao Rui would not be able to cope with the possible pressure from the Shushan Beggars' Sect. Just when she was extremely anxious, Huang Jingxuan suddenly reported to her outside the door.

"Master, there is a little monk outside looking for you!"

"Little monk?" Qiao Rui was delighted. Could it be that someone from Shaolin came?

"Please ask him to have tea in the living room, I'll be there later!" After looking at Tian Jing, Qiao Rui gave her a reassuring look, then turned and left the room.

In the guest hall, a handsome young monk was waiting cautiously. There was vegetarian tea on the coffee table next to him, but he did not touch it at all.

Seeing Qiao Rui coming out, the young monk quickly stood up and put his hands together, "Amitabha, Mr. Qiao, our abbot invites you to the Humin Temple for a chat!"

"Your abbot? Humin Temple?" Qiao Rui was surprised. It turned out that he was not from Shaolin Temple.

I don't know the origin of this Humin Temple. I heard that there is also a Huguo Temple in the capital Luoyang. Are the two temples related in any way? Or are they also here to take advantage of the situation?

Qiao Rui thought about it for a moment, and nodded in agreement without much hesitation. Since the invitation was made openly, it was better than hiding murderous intentions behind the scenes.

"Master, let me accompany you!" Huang Jingxuan walked over from the side.

"No, the situation is chaotic now, you should stay at home and protect your master's wife and her daughter. If you have any problems, come to Humin Temple to find me."

Although Qiao Rui acted nonchalant when he began to comfort Tian Jing, and believed that no one would dare to mess around in the secondary capital of Great Xia, there is always a chance of something happening.

If there really is someone who is blinded by greed and takes risks, holding Tian Jing and her daughter hostage and forcing him to hand over the emperor's heirloom that was created out of thin air, it will be too late to regret.

After arranging everything at home, Qiao Rui followed the young monk to the south of the city.

The Humin Temple is located in the center of the civilian area in the south of the city. Although it covers a small area, it is very popular and has many believers because it often provides medical treatment and free medicine to the surrounding people.

"The abbot is inside, please come in, donor!"

In front of a scripture-repository in the Humin Temple, the young monk stopped and motioned Qiao Rui to go in alone.

Although this building is also called the Sutra Repository, it is very different from the Shaolin Sutra Repository that Qiao Rui had seen. Not only is it low and dilapidated, but even the plaque is covered with mottled red paint, with only the wood grain left after it has fallen off.

Walking into the Sutra Repository, we saw a thin monk, slightly bent over, carefully cleaning the Buddhist scriptures on the bookshelf.

He moved slowly and was extremely gentle as he wiped the ancient Buddhist scriptures. The dim sunlight shone through the window lattice onto the monk's body, making him feel especially warm.

Qiao Rui couldn't bear to disturb the tranquility, so he just stood there quietly waiting.

"I am a young monk from the Humin Temple. If there are things I can do, I will do them myself!"

The big monk turned his back to Qiao Rui, picked up a yellowed Buddhist scripture, gently blew away the dust on the cover, and suddenly spoke.

Qiao Rui then hurried forward and said, "I, Qiao Rui, meet the Master. The Master is the abbot, but he still does such trivial things. It is really admirable!"

The big monk put the Buddhist scriptures away, then slowly turned around. His slightly old face had a pair of bright and clear eyes with a faint smile.

"I'm Wujue, from Shaolin, you should call me Senior Brother!"

“The second generation eminent monk of Shaolin?” Qiao Rui’s eyes lit up, and he bowed again and said, “Qiao Rui greets Senior Brother Wu Jue!”

Wu Jue nodded and smiled, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes, "I was fortunate enough to learn from Junior Master Uncle for several years. Compared with other fellow apprentices, I am closer to Junior Master Uncle. When I learned that Junior Master Uncle has a disciple who is also a great hero, I was overjoyed!"

So that's how it is. No wonder the monk Wujue is so kind to him. Qiao Rui was also very happy. When he heard the monk praising him, he quickly said modestly, "Brother, you are too kind!"

Wu Jue waved his hand and turned back to sort out the Buddhist scriptures. "A few days ago, you joined forces with Wudang disciples and the Sky Guards to defeat Lujiazhuang. Do you know why no one from the Beggars' Sect went to rescue Lujiazhuang?"

"This...isn't it because he was intimidated by the Qingtian Guards?" Qiao Rui hesitated.

“All the members of the Sky Guard went to stop the group of evil women in the Holy Mother Palace, but they sent a message to me saying that you are about to break through, and we cannot let the Beggars’ Gang ruin your good fortune. Therefore, I led the monks in the temple to block the entrance of the Beggars’ Gang’s Longxing branch, and not let any of them go out to help Lujiazhuang!”

Wujue had his back to Qiao Rui, sorting out Buddhist scriptures and speaking in a calm and indifferent manner. However, it was truly surprising that such an important branch of the Beggars' Sect could not leave because of the great monk's thought.

"Thank you for your care, senior brother!" Qiao Rui couldn't help but be moved, firstly because of Wujue's strength, and secondly because of Wujue's protective feeling.

“You are Junior Master’s second-generation disciple. You are gifted and have broken through to the ranks of top masters at such a young age. With time, your achievements will be limitless. It is our duty as Shaolin to protect your growth, but…”

At this point, Wu Jue suddenly turned to face Qiao Rui, a hint of seriousness on his calm face, "Why does Qing Tianwei care so much about you?"

"This..." Qiao Rui was shocked. Could it be that Shaolin already suspected his relationship with Qingtianwei?

Yes, from the way Shushan Diwu Qingcheng defended herself to the message sent by Qingtianwei to Wujue, if we analyze it carefully, it is reasonable for Shaolin to have doubts.

Qiao Rui was still hesitating, not knowing whether he should reveal his identity as the Sky Guard, but Wu Jue spoke again, his expression solemn and with a hint of pressure.

"No matter what other identities or official positions you have, Shaolin doesn't care. You just need to remember that an official position is an official position, and a master is a master. An official position can be removed, but a master cannot be betrayed. Otherwise, you will be hated by both humans and gods, and abandoned by heaven and earth!"

The monk's words were like a loud bell, striking Qiao Rui's mind. Qiao Rui was shocked when he heard the words, and suddenly he understood. He bowed and said, "Junior brother, remember this!"

The friendship between masters and disciples in the martial arts world is the closest and must not be desecrated or betrayed. Otherwise, the gods and ghosts will hate you and you will have no place to stay in this vast world.

Seeing Qiao Rui's reaction, Wu Jue nodded with satisfaction, and a warm smile broke out on his tense old face.

"You have always been a man of love and righteousness. In addition to your talent, your love and righteousness is also the reason why Shaolin has chosen you. Personally, I hope you can become a monk and inherit the legacy of Junior Master.

But you have your own life, whether you are a monk or a layperson, you are still practicing. I just hope you always remember that you are a Shaolin disciple. The second generation of core disciples is no different from others. If there is something wrong with the sect one day, don’t shirk responsibility!"

"Yes, Master has invited me, and I will go through fire and water and even death without hesitation!" Qiao Rui's blood boiled and he said with emotion.

"Amitabha!" Wu Jue was very relieved and said with a smile: "This time, the incident of the late emperor's heirloom must have been instigated by the Beggar Gang. The Sky Guard allowed warriors from all over the world to gather in Longxing City. There must be some calculations behind it. It is possible that they want to use this to weaken the power of the martial arts world. Even the four major sects are among their plans.

But you can rest assured. The head of the sect, Senior Brother Wuxiang, has sent Senior Brother Wuzhen, the head of the Luohan Hall, and Senior Brother Wuwang, the head of the Prajna Hall, here, and brought many monks and lay disciples. The Beggars' Sect dared to plot against you again and again. Do you really think that we in Shaolin only eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha, and there is no angry Vajra?"

"As for the Sky Guards, it depends on your choice. Shaolin has no ambition to dominate the martial arts world. Many monks and Buddhist disciples are only there to subdue demons and protect our Buddha!"