I: Multidimensional Void...

The long river of light is still flowing, standing in the universe of all worlds, and the secret hands of those big people outside the real world actually have no meaning at all for the ordinary beings in the various worlds.

Or more accurately, the personal differences between them are so far away that ordinary beings are not even qualified to witness the slightest trace of their physical form. The decisions of these beings seem to ordinary transcendents to be like a vast providence that can only be listened to with their eyes closed, and there is no possibility of justification or even resistance at all.

And because the "Tribulation of the End of the World" is still nearly a hundred years away, and it is invisibly impossible for the secret hands of the great supernatural powers to really unfold, so for a while, the entire universe of the Ten Thousand Worlds is extremely calm, and as the true base point of this multiverse world, the real world, is even more splendid and prosperous.

Countless creatures multiply in it, give birth to children, and interpret thousands of red dust;

One by one, martial arts sects have opened sects here, continuing the inheritance, and also spreading the name of the legend of the ancestor;

There is also a personal Taoist dynasty with the wishes of all the people, grazing the common people, reining in the number of humane spirits, and benefiting a vast land.

In the world, although there are martial arts forces such as the Demon Nine Realms that are constantly repeating in the real world, on the whole, the current situation of the "real world" has a great tendency to cook oil.

There is not the slightest spectacle of the so-called "end of the world" coming!

Looking at each other from afar, in a blink of an eye, it was far from the time when the former Yuan Shi Tianzun was fighting on the other side of time, and most of the time had passed early.

"Dangdang—"

I: Multidimensional Void, Real Realm.

At this moment, on Liantai Mountain, the morning light is slightly bright, and the morning bell is rolling and ringing in the sky.

As the morning bell rings, Shaolin Temple, located on Liantai Mountain, as one of the four temples of Buddhism, is gradually waking up.

"Senior brother...... Senior Brother Zhenhui, don't go to sleep, we have to hurry up, there are still miscellaneous things to do after morning class..."

In the monk's house in the miscellaneous courtyard, in the midst of a noisy figure of dust, one novice was unhurriedly waking up another who was sleeping soundly, and his saliva slipped the entire pillow cushion.

"Well, Senior Brother Zhending, are you awake...... I want to sleep a little longer. The little novice opened his eyes in a daze, and replied a little ignorantly.

"Still sleeping, beware of Uncle Xuanxin beating you board,." Zhending wailed in his heart, and grabbed his little junior brother out of the bed.

As usual, dressing, wearing pants, galoshes, holding the rag that was still at the bedside last night, casually wiping a handful of the little brother's baby fat little face... Before he was even paying attention, the two of them were already sitting in the Buddha hall of the morning class.

- Perfect!

As usual, in the morning class, after learning a series of supreme knowledge of Buddhism, such as "Sanskrit Mantra", "The Great Mantra of the Mountain King", "The Myth of the Buddha's Birthday: The New Edition of the Great Jin", "The History of the Shaolin Temple, The Significance of the Nine Years of the Bodhidharma Patriarch to Zen Buddhism, and the Most Important Analysis", and the most important "Three Hundred Children's Songs", he was arranged to carry water by Xuanxin, the deacon of the Miscellaneous Academy, together with his brother Zhenhui.

At the back mountainside of the Shaolin Temple on Liantai Mountain, a clear river flows out of the mountain forest, and after circling here for a while, it flows to the foot of the mountain.

Nearby, the snow-capped, bare trees stood and a thin layer of snow covered them, covering them with countless withered yellow variegated colors.

Zhending and the two of them washed casually by the river, and the wooden barrel next to them sank to the bottom of the water, and at the same time, Zhending told Zhenhui beside him: "Senior brother, you only pick half of it, you have not completed the kung fu of "building a foundation in 100 days", and your body bones have not fully grown, so don't be reckless." ”

is also carrying two large wooden barrels, carrying two large buckets of water, and following Zhending all the way to Zhenhui, hearing this, he also nodded: "I know, senior brother, the big head is for you." ”

"I wipe the ......" stepping on the frost and fog of the early winter morning, the monk Zhending, that is, as a traverser, traveled to this magnificent and magnificent ancient time and space for half a year, Meng Qi, who has been known for half a year, opened a pair of thief eyes, and looked at his little junior brother with a blank look and nodded with him, and suddenly felt that his feet slipped, and he almost didn't pounce.

"Senior brother, there are a lot of people in our Shaolin Temple today, going in and out, it seems that there are hundreds more."

"Didn't you listen to Uncle Xuanxin last night, today the children of the major sects came to Shaolin to exchange martial arts, Shaolin Temple began to prepare as early as a month ago, you won't go back to the miscellaneous service courtyard every day, just wait for the meal to eat regardless of everything...... Meng Qi rolled his eyes and asked angrily.

"Hehehe...... Brother. The weather is so nice today. ”

Behind him, his little junior brother unexpectedly heard an embarrassing and blunt voice to change the topic.

Yes, Uncle Xuanxin emphasized it for three days, but I really didn't hear it.

"Senior brother, ......"

"What's the matter, senior brother, you say."

"The rivers and lakes are sinister, I think you still retire in Shaolin Temple."

"Senior brother, I don't understand. Can the miscellaneous servants of our miscellaneous courtyard still go out of the Shaolin Temple and wander the rivers and lakes? Doesn't it mean that as long as there is no master to claim it within seven years, we will be kicked out as ordinary people, and we will have nothing to do with Shaolin Temple from now on? ”

"Forehead ......"

"It's so heart-wrenching, junior brother. What are you telling the truth... Haven't I told you before, the truth that people can't be dismantled? Meng Qi, who was directly shot in the head by his own junior brother, suddenly felt that his life was a lot darker.

Freshly dressed and angry, graceful, galloping the rivers and lakes, walking the world with a sword, since Mengqi crossed into this high-martial arts world, he has longed for such days.

However, the cruelty of reality is to slap him countless times, he is a "miscellaneous disciple" who crossed into the Shaolin Temple Miscellaneous Courtyard, if there is no Xuanzi Master personally leading, if he can't get it right, he will not be able to get out of the "Miscellaneous Courtyard", compared with those "true disciples" of various factions, it is not a level at all.

The only intersection is that after all the water in the temple is picked, Meng Qi, as a miscellaneous novice, needs to clean the room for these "true legends" of various factions.

This is only a factor of identity, if you count martial arts and the like, it will be even more heart-wrenching...... Meng Qi, who said a lot, even had to shed tears.

"When will I have a day in the world? And when I first came, I was also confused, as if I ...... As if he had forgotten a lot of things, "Thinking about the demeanor of those "true disciples", Xiao Meng, who was carrying a bucket, lost his mind for a while.

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

Suddenly, the little junior brother pointed to an object at his feet and asked with a blank expression.

"Clams? I'll take a look at ......"

Meng Qi turned his head to look, and saw that his junior brother was stepping on a metal sheet, which was no more than the size of a palm, made of colored gold, full of strange and charming patterns and strange buttons.

Meng Qi took this sheet and looked at it for a long time, in this winter environment, this sheet was warm and moist to the touch, not like metal at all.

"Is this the true descendant of a sect that fell? But why does it look so familiar? Meng Qi thought about it, casually stuffed the flake into his sleeve, and picked up the bucket again.

"Gone, junior brother. Tonight, I'll ask Uncle Xuanxin to see who dropped it. ”

"Well, senior brother, I listen to your ......"