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It turned out that the person in his room that day was Shaolin's host, and at the same time it was he who had saved him. As for the question on whether or not he had seen Jiu Jiu's existence, the young monk shook his head, indicating that he did not know.

These days, Zhang Yu had nothing to do and could only roam around the Shaolin forest. However, the people in the temple did not restrict him, instead, whenever he went to a place, someone would take the initiative to greet him. He had originally wanted to see Shaolin's ultimate technique, how could it become the leader of the three great sects? Many days had passed, and he had only seen a group of monks chanting all day, or sitting under a tree somewhere, comprehending nature. After asking a lot of people, they just smiled and didn't answer him. Zhang Yu felt bored and stopped asking.

Zhang Yu didn't even remember how long he had been there. Every day, besides strolling around, he would also go to the scriptures hall to listen to some elderly monks and teach Buddhism. Sometimes he even put forward some opinions of his own. The monks praised him for his buddhist nature, saying it was a pity that he didn't practice Buddhism. Every time he heard this, he would just foolishly laugh and evade the topic.

What made him most curious was that after so many days, the host had not come to find him. He had been wandering around the temple for so many days, but he had never run into him! Who cares, as long as he wasn't sent out.

Until one day, a heavy rain suddenly fell in the temple at night. With the rumbling of lightning, Zhang Yu came out of the lecture hall. The rain had already poured down. None of the monks here would use a tool to shield themselves from the rain. They said that walking in the rain was also a form of cultivation. "Fine, I will try this method too!

It could be imagined that Zhang Yu did not realize anything from the rain. He scolded a bunch of deceptive monks before walking straight into his own room through the rain. However, on the way to the small plaza in the temple, Zhang Yu heard a small voice, which he could clearly hear.

He was curious and wanted to take a look. After all, he had been here for so long that it was almost moldy. When he reached the small square, he found no one but a ten-meter-tall statue of Shakyamuni. After talking about the Buddha statue here, Zhang Yu once asked the people in the temple why the Buddha statue was built on the outside, but the team gave him a surprised look and told him that there was nothing on the small square, and asked him if he had seen wrongly. However, Zhang Yu still said with certainty, causing the monks to hesitate for a while. Zhang Yu muttered to himself, "This is because of my Golden Eyes Fiery Eyes, alright?"

He had clearly heard the sound, but after searching for a long time, he still could not find it. He could not help but feel resentful. It seemed that without his cultivation, his hearing ability had deteriorated.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly discovered that the golden Buddha was standing right in front of him, looking at him with a smile. Zhang Yu was so scared that he was sweating cold sweat. However, when Zhang Yu saw that the Buddha was looking at him with a smile without any other movements, he heaved a sigh of relief.

Right at that moment, he heard someone speaking again. He raised his head to look, wasn't that the Buddha statue in front of him? Out of curiosity, Zhang Yu walked forward to listen.

These extremely profound and profound words floated into his mind, causing him to directly sit down and meditate to listen. At this moment, Zhang Yu no longer had any distractions in his heart. Beside him, besides the sound of the rain, was the chanting of the Buddha.

The next day, some of the monks who were doing morning lessons saw Zhang Yu sitting cross-legged in the small square. His entire body was wet, but his body was exuding a buddhist aura. Everyone couldn't help but feel admiration and envy. After all, not all buddhist disciples were diligently cultivating, and they also cultivated the nature of buddhism, so everyone began to practice even more diligently.

When Zhang Yu opened his eyes, his eyes were a little dazed, as if he had understood something. He sincerely kowtowed and paid his respects to the center of the small square. He could feel that his meridians had been completely restored, and his cultivation had advanced by another step. He had reached the level of a Core Formation cultivator. The dantian in his body turned into a tiny person that was exactly the same as himself, a nascent soul? It seemed like that wasn't the case. His cultivation had yet to reach such a level. This should be the result of him cultivating a different cultivation technique.

Apart from this, he could feel that this little person was made up of two types of spiritual power. One was his fire spiritual power, and the other was the spirit of medicine. Zhang Yu felt the words "Fire Elemental World, Great Way of the Doctor". These were words he had heard from these two different types of spiritual energy. It seemed that they were very domineering.

However, what surprised him the most was that the Scorching Sun Art directly opened the third layer of the cultivation technique – Burning the Eight Desolations. Could it be that he had unknowingly broken through to the second layer? It seemed that it was true. His breakthrough in cultivation must have been caused by the breakthrough in his cultivation.

"Almsgiver Zhang, the host said that you can leave now!"

Zhang Yu had just recovered from his trance when the voice of a young monk sounded from beside him. Zhang Yu was startled, but he soon exclaimed in delight.

"Really? You want me to leave? "

"Yes, the host said that fate has come to an end!"

"Destiny?"

Zhang Yu seemed to be deep in thought, but he was a bit confused. Destroying this place? Where did that come from? Forget it, I'll forget it. I'm about to leave, why am I thinking so much! After returning to his room, he packed his luggage and followed the young monk to the entrance of the temple. He looked at the temple that he had lived in for a period of time, and suddenly felt reluctant.

"Almsgiver Zhang, you can absolutely stay here!"

The young monk seemed to have seen through Zhang Yu's thoughts as he said. Zhang Yu hurriedly shook his head and forgot about the reluctance in his heart as he walked out of the temple.

"Almsgiver Zhang, there's an old friend of yours waiting for you outside the door. Go quickly!"

Old friends? Could it be nine? Zhang Yu walked past the porch happily and saw the people outside the temple. It was really 9. However, she had worry on her face now, and it didn't have the bone-chilling cold that he used to have.

"Xiao Jiu!"

Zhang Yu suddenly appeared in front of Jiu Jiu in a flash and hugged her, wanting to give her a surprise. Unexpectedly, Jiu Jiu was suddenly hugged by someone. Thinking that someone was ambushing him, he swung his leg up and Zhang Yu could only lie on the ground and groan with a purple face.

Seeing that the person who came was Zhang Yu, Jiu Zu's frosty face eased up a little and his eyes showed joy. But when he thought about that guy suddenly hugging him, he could not help but feel hateful. He kicked Zhang Yu's butt a few times.

"If you dare do this again, I'll cripple you!"