Is a lifetime, multidimensional void...

The long river of universe is still flowing, standing in the world. The hidden tricks of those great figures outside the real world actually have no meaning to ordinary creatures in various worlds.

Or to be more precise, the difference between their persons is too far away, so far that ordinary creatures do not even have the qualifications to witness their bodies. For the decisions of these beings, in the eyes of ordinary transcendents, they can only listen with their eyes closed like the will of heaven, without any possibility of defending them or even resisting.

Since the "End Calamity of the World" is about to come, the hidden hands of the great masters cannot be truly used, so for a moment, the entire world is extremely calm, and as the real basis of this multiverse world, the real world is even more prosperous.

Countless creatures reproduce and thrive in it, give birth to children, and perform the world;

The martial arts sects are here to establish sects and continue their inheritance, which is also spreading the name of the legend of the ancestors;

There is also a personal dynasty that brings the wishes of all people to herd the people, restrains the human energy, and benefits a vast land.

In the world, although there are martial arts forces like the Nine Demons in the Real World, the current situation of the "real world" is very irritating.

There is no such scene as the so-called "end catastrophe of the world" coming!

Looking at each other from afar, it was a blink of an eye that the time when the former Yuanshi Tianzun was fighting at the other end of time, and more than half a year passed early.

"Dangdang"

I live, multidimensional void, real world.

At this moment, on Liantai Mountain, the morning light was slightly bright, and the morning bell resounded through the sky.

As the morning bell rang, it was located on Liantai Mountain. It was Shaolin Temple, one of the four Buddhist temples, gradually awakening.

"Junior brother... Junior brother Zhenhui, don't go to bed. We have to hurry up. There are still miscellaneous things to do after morning class..."

In the monk's house in the servitude yard, a little novice monk was slowly pushing the other little novice monk who was sleeping soundly and saliva slipped through the entire pillow.

"Well, Senior Brother Zhending, you are awake... I want to sleep for a while." The little shakimi opened her eyes in a daze and replied with some confusion.

"I'm still sleeping, be careful that Master Xuanxin beats you up." Zhending wailed in his heart, and grabbed his junior brother out of the bed.

Just like usual, they put on clothes, pants, and shoes, and took the rag that was still on the bedside last night, and casually wiped the little junior brother's fat baby face... When he didn't even pay attention, the two of them were already sitting in the Buddhist temple during morning class.

Perfect!

As usual, after learning a series of supreme Buddhist studies in the morning class such as "Sanskrit Mantra", "The Great Mantra of the Mountain King", "The Myth of the Birth of Buddha, the New Edition of the Great Jin Dynasty", "Shaolin Temple History·The Significance of Master Damo in the Nine Years of Facing the Wall to Zen Buddhism·Re-edited Edition", "Analysis of Jianghu's Black Talk", and the most important "Three Hundred Children's Songs", he and Junior Brother Zhenhui were arranged to carry water by Xuanxin, the deacon of the Servant Academy.

At the back hillside of Shaolin Temple in Liantai Mountain, a clear river flows out of the mountains and forests. After hovering around here, it flows towards the foot of the mountain.

The nearby is snowy, with bare trees standing on it, and a layer of thin snow covers it, hiding countless withered and yellow colors.

Zhending and the others washed casually on the riverside, and the wooden barrels sank to the bottom of the water. At the same time, Zhending reminded Zhenhui beside him again and said, "Junior brother, it's almost done if you only pick half of it. You have not completed the "100-day foundation building" skill, and your body bones have not yet grown completely. Don't show off."

Zhenhui, who was carrying two large wooden barrels and two large buckets of water, followed Zhending along the way, nodded when he heard this: "I know, Senior Brother, I will give you all the big head."

"I'll wipe..." Walking through the frost and mist in the early morning of winter, Monk Zhending, who is a time traveler, traveled to this magnificent ancient time and space that was known for martial arts for half a year, opened his thief-like eyes and looked at his junior brother nodding with a confused look on his face, and he suddenly felt his feet slipping and almost didn't pounce.

"Senior brother, there are so many people in our Shaolin Temple today, and there are hundreds more people in and out of the city."

"Didn't you listen to Master Xuanxin last night? Today, the children of major sects came to Shaolin to exchange martial arts together. Shaolin Temple started preparing a month ago. You won't go back to the servitude hospital every day. If you don't care about everything, just wait for a meal to eat..." Meng Qi rolled his eyes and asked back angrily.

"Hahaha... Senior Brother. The weather is so good today."

Behind him, his junior brother heard another awkward and stiff voice that changed the subject.

Yes, Master Xuanxin emphasized something that he did not hear in every few days.

"Junior brother..."

"What's the matter? Brother, please tell me."

"The world is dangerous, I think you'll just live in Shaolin Temple."

"Senior brother, I don't understand. Can the traitors in our mailbox still leave Shaolin Temple and make a splash in the world? Didn't we say that as long as we don't have a master claiming it within seven years, we will be kicked out as ordinary people, and from then on, there will be no relationship with Shaolin Temple?"

"Forehead……"

"It's so heartbreaking, junior brother. What's the truth about you talking nonsense... I haven't told you before that the reason why people are not demolished?..." Meng Qi, who was shot directly by his junior brother, suddenly felt that his life was much darker.

He was dressed in a furious horse, graceful and graceful, galloping through the world, and walking around the world with his sword. Since Meng Qi traveled to this martial arts world of Gao Wu, he has longed for such days.

However, the cruelty of reality was that he slapped countless times. If he had not personally guided the "handsman disciples" who traveled to the Shaolin Temple Servant Academy, if he didn't take it personally, he would be squandered in the "handsman disciples" and would not be able to get out of the "handsman disciples" of various sects. Compared with the "true disciples" of various sects, it was not the same level at all.

The only intersection is that after I picked up all the water in the temple, Meng Qi, as a servant, needed to clean the rooms for these "true teachings" of these sects.

This is just a factor in identity. If you think of martial arts or something, it would be even more heartbreaking... Meng Qi was so excited that he could even cry.

"When will I have a day in the world? And when I came here, I was confused, as if... I had forgotten a lot of things." Xiao Meng, who was carrying a bucket, was lost for a moment when he was thinking about the style of those "true disciples".

"Huh... Senior brother, look, look, what is that."

Suddenly, the junior brother pointed to an object under his feet and asked with a confused look on his face.

"Clam? Let's take a look..."

Meng Qi turned his head and saw a thin metal piece on his junior brother's feet. The thin piece was only the size of a palm, made of colored gold, covered with strange and charming patterns and strange buttons.

Meng Qi looked at the thin slice for a long time. In this winter environment, the thin slice is warm and not like metal at all.

"Did this fall from the true descendants of which sect? But why does it look so familiar and tight?" Meng Qi thought about it, and casually stuffed the thin piece into his sleeve, and picked up the bucket again.

"I'm leaving. Tonight, I will ask Master Xuanxin and I to see who dropped it."
Chapter completed!