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"The reason why they let him travel at a young age is because there is no one in Huichang Temple except the abbot who can teach him Buddhism."
"The host has recently been summoned by Master Xuanzang from Huangjue Temple to repair Buddhist scriptures, and he has no time to take this fellow disciple with him."
"In order not to delay his progress, we asked him to come to Shaolin."
"One, our Shaolin is the largest sect of Buddhism in the Central Plains, and the other, he wants his junior disciple to learn a martial art that can strengthen the body and at least prolong life."
"I don't want to be very profound. I just want to save my life, let him live longer, and carry forward Buddhism for a few years."
"So you understand why my master asked you to take this junior brother Liofan with you, right?"
Wuhua took a deep breath, and a burst of pride surged out of her heart.
The status of the most outstanding young monk in the temple has been challenged.
He accepted this task.
From the next day, everyone in the Shaolin Temple discovered that their most outstanding younger generation, Senior Brother Wuhua... had a little tail behind him.
He attended classes with Brother Wuhua, worshiped the Buddha, and studied Buddhism without missing a single lesson.
The junior brothers nearby became more and more surprised as they looked at it. Some of them had a lively personality and found an opportunity to grab the new junior brother.
"Can you understand what Senior Brother Wuhua is saying to the Buddha? Can you understand what Senior Brother Wuhua is teaching?"
Mai Fan answered matter-of-factly: "Yes, Senior Brother Wuhua is really knowledgeable. Talking about scriptures and Taoism with him is a pleasure."
"In the original temple, I didn't have many people to argue with. Now that I have met Senior Brother Wuhua, it is really an honor for me."
After hearing this and seeing that the young monk didn't look like he could lie, several people were really convinced.
But is this a good thing for Monk Wuhua?
Mai Fan looked at the progress bar of the main mission: Impress Wuhua and smiled.
This is certainly not a good thing for the arrogant Wuhua.
I remember how amazing Wu Hua was in the ancient heroes' books.
Now he is defeated by a junior brother who is nearly ten years younger than him in terms of Buddhist sutra comprehension... He must feel uncomfortable, right?
Just as Mai Fan was thinking about it, Senior Brother Wuhua called him from behind: "Junior Brother Liaofan, today's lecture is really exhausting."
"Your senior brother entrusted you to Shaolin and had other thoughts."
"Junior brother, have you ever heard where Shaolin's fame comes from?"
Mai Fan's expression was solemn, and he thought about it, but his face was confused, and he asked weakly: "Is it Kung Fu?"
Wu Hua nodded: "It's just kung fu. It's a pity that my junior brother's enlightenment was not in Shaolin. You must know that our young monks here have been practicing martial arts since childhood."
"However, little junior brother, don't be discouraged. As the saying goes, your ambition lies in your youth. Now you are laying the foundation with the kindergarten class. After spending ten or twenty years of hard work, although you will not reach the level of a first-class master, you can prolong your life and wait for others. You can’t get close, but you can still do it.”
"I wonder if junior brother would like to learn Shaolin Kung Fu?"
Learn! Must learn!
Mai Fan was very excited. Even if Wuhua asked him to learn from the kindergarten class, he would have no objection.
Of course, the foundation must be laid firmly.
Mai Fan agreed immediately: "Okay, Senior Brother Wuhua, it's all up to Senior Brother to make arrangements."
"Our host brother entrusted me to Shaolin, which is his absolute trust in Shaolin. I believe that people like Brother Wuhua will never harm me."
After saying that, Mai Fan did not forget to give Wu Hua a big smile, which made people like Senior Brother Wu Hua feel a rare moment of guilt.
"Well, senior brother must be doing it for your own good. Look, the Sutra Collection Pavilion has arrived. Let's quickly go in and look for basic sutras for the afternoon class."
After saying that, Wuhua took one step ahead of Mai Fan and entered the Sutra Pavilion.
He didn't know that after he walked in, an old monk and god at the side of the door glanced at him.
It was because of this glance that Mai Fan, who was following closely behind, had his eyes widened.
Because the old monk had a broom in his hand, and several big characters "Sweeping Monk" appeared on his head.
Oh my God, this is the hidden boss, right?
Mai Fan looked at Wushuang again and suddenly felt that it didn't smell good.
But think about the level of the sweeping monk, even if the opponent is green, I'm afraid he won't be able to conquer him for a while.
It's better to do it step by step, one by one.
When Mai Fan thought of this, he smiled at the sweeping monk, licked his face and leaned over: "Grandpa, little monk, please help you sweep the floor."
This made the sweeping monk very surprised. Such a high level of martial arts was actually stunned, and Mai Fan took the broom.
Huh? Is there something interesting about this doll? Why did his own hand send the broom away unconsciously?
Wu Hua was also wondering in the Sutra Pavilion, why didn't Junior Brother Liao Fan follow?
Turning around and looking again, he was helping the old monk who was guarding the Sutra Pavilion sweep the floor in the yard outside the Sutra Pavilion.
Somewhat puzzled, Wuhua stuck his head out and asked, "Junior brother, why is this happening?"
Mai Fan grinned: "Respect the old and love the young! Junior brother, I have helped the master sweep the floor since I was a child in the temple."
"My master is about the same age as this grandpa. When I see this master, I think about my master. Is he working hard in Chang'an and is he in good health?"
"Also, how can someone of Master's age be allowed to do such heavy work?" Mai Fan sighed and shook his head: "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be!"
Wuhua was stunned when he heard this, and he intuitively felt that Mai Fan must have another purpose.
But what purpose can an ordinary and capricious old monk achieve?
Wuhua couldn't figure it out, and the sweeping monk was even more surprised.
The two of them could only attribute Mai Fan's sudden convulsions to... he was really respecting the old and loving the young.
But it doesn't matter, it's just sweeping the floor. It won't affect Wuhua's next plan, nor can it affect the sweeping monk's strong Buddhist heart.
No, the next day, Wuhua sent Mai Fan to Shaolin's children's class, where he followed a group of young monks who were only six or seven years old, doing horse training, basic training, and long boxing.
According to Brother Wuhua's instructions, there is no need to give this eldest child any special care.
Even a young novice can endure the hardships, and this senior brother should set an example and work hard to forge ahead.
In response to Brother Wuhua's instructions, the master who trained the young monk could only smile bitterly.
Are literary monks and warrior monks the same?
At the age of thirteen or fourteen, his bones are almost finalized.
This little junior brother must have offended senior brother Wuhua somewhere to be teased like this.
When he can no longer hold on, he will naturally find Brother Wuhua and bow his head.
Thinking of this, the basic master doubled Mai Fan's training volume.
Euphemistically speaking, he is twice as old as others, so he should be trained at this level.
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