Under One Person: My Name is Wan Jing Zhenjun

As they passed through the gates of Shaolin Temple, the scene inside came into view.

Upon entering the mountain gate, the first thing you see are the clay sculptures of the two guardian generals, Heng and Ha, standing on the left and right sides. Then, there is a corridor leading directly to the Hall of Heavenly Kings.

Walking down the corridor, Wang Xiao looked to his left and right.

On both sides of the corridor, there are actually many ancient steles, such as the "Stele of Emperor Taizong of Tang Bestowing Gifts to Shaolin" and the "Stele of the Mixed Origin of the Three Teachings and Nine Schools".

Unfortunately, Wang Xiao wasn't very educated, and Li Ka's guide wasn't very detailed, so the group only had a vague understanding of it.

However, even though he couldn't understand the map, Li Ka sniffed the air as he walked inside, saying, "Young Master, it smells so good."

Wang Xiao nodded. Besides the smell of incense, there was indeed a distinct aroma of food in the air. "There must be food vendors inside."

With that, the group went inside together.

Walking along the passageway leading directly to the Hall of Heavenly Kings, Wang Xiao also saw many young monks practicing their martial arts in front of a thousand-year-old ginkgo tree on both sides.

Meanwhile, the monks were surrounded by tourists taking photos and checking in.

Of course, more than these external things, Wang Xiao was more concerned about the Qi flowing through these monks.

Many of them are extraordinary individuals...

After sighing inwardly, Wang Xiao walked around the passageway and arrived in front of the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree.

Seeing this, Li Ka and Wang Yan, though they didn't understand what Wang Xiao wanted to do, silently followed him.

The young monk practicing his skills and the senior monk instructing him didn't pay any attention to Wang Xiao approaching. After all, there were so many tourists around, it wasn't surprising that Wang Xiao came over.

They just wanted to take a picture.

"Master." Just as the head monk was meticulously instructing the young monk, Wang Xiao spoke to him, "I wonder if Master Jiekong is currently in the temple?"

The head monk was taken aback upon hearing this, and frowned as he looked at Wang Xiao, "Does the benefactor know the abbot?"

Wang Xiao was taken aback. Was Monk Jiekong the abbot of Shaolin Temple?

Wang Xiao himself was not clear about this matter, after all, he initially thought that Master Jiekong was just the head of the Shaolin monks at this time.

Unexpectedly, during this period, Master Jiekong was already the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

Seeing Wang Xiao's stunned expression, the head monk guessed that he didn't know Master Jiekong. He then frowned and asked, "May I ask what business you have with the abbot? The abbot is very busy and may not have time to meet with you..."

"I plan to donate around ten million yuan to Shaolin Temple as incense money, and I'd like to discuss the details with Master Jiekong," Wang Xiao said.

Compared to Taoist temples, donating money is the most effective way to get to Buddhist temples, and the same is true for Shaolin Temple. Therefore, Wang Xiao was not worried that he would not be able to see Master Jiekong.

Money is a very useful thing in many situations.

"How much? Ten million???" The head monk, who had been somewhat impatient and trying to brush Wang Xiao off, widened his eyes upon hearing this, then coughed on the spot, "Ahem, but then again, since you have come so devoutly, I think the abbot does have time to see you, Xuanxin!"

As soon as the senior monk finished speaking, a junior monk who was practicing martial arts immediately stopped and came to the group, bowing to the senior monk and saying, "Master."

The senior monk nodded. "You lead your fellow disciples in their practice first. I will accompany this benefactor to meet the abbot."

"Yes, Master," Xuanxin nodded in response.

The senior monk nodded, then looked at Wang Xiao beside him, and gestured with his hand, "Benefactor, please follow me."

Wang Xiao nodded, "Please go first, Master."

"polite."

The senior monk smiled and, without further hesitation, led Wang Xiao to the back.

"What is your name, Master?" Wang Xiao asked as he followed the senior monk into the building.

"My Buddhist name is Mingkong," the abbot replied.

"Emptiness is form, clarity and emptiness are not two, it's a good name," Wang Xiao complimented.

"You flatter me, you flatter me. May I ask your name, sir?" After being praised, Mingkong, who looked to be only in his twenties, smiled even more broadly.

No one dislikes hearing kind words.

"My name is Wang Xiao," Wang Xiao replied with a smile, then asked, "Does Master Mingkong know Bao Jing?"

"Junior Martial Aunt Baojing? Of course I know her." Mingkong was taken aback at first, then nodded. "As Junior Martial Aunt Baojing is a disciple of Abbot Jiekong, I naturally know her."

As he spoke, he glanced at Wang Xiao with a puzzled look, "But how did you know Junior Uncle's name, benefactor?"

"Introduced by an acquaintance," Wang Xiao said with a smile, glossing over the topic.

How did he know Baojing? You'll have to ask your Uncle Mi.

Next, Mingkong led Wang Xiao and the other two through the Heavenly King Hall, the Great Buddha Hall, and the Sutra Repository, and went straight to the Abbot's Courtyard at the back.

The abbot's courtyard of Shaolin Temple, just from the outside, exudes a sense of antiquity and solemnity, just like the surrounding buildings.

Standing in front of the courtyard, Wang Xiao glanced at the yard in front of him.

Although there was a sign outside the courtyard with the words "No Entry for Tourists" in large characters, the main gate was wide open. Looking through the gate, one could see the abbot's room standing quietly in the center.

It was a simple old house with red walls and gray tiles, carved beams and painted rafters. At first glance, you might say it was luxurious, but it was actually quite ordinary. However, you couldn't say it was plain either.

After watching for a while, a word suddenly came to Wang Xiao's mind.

Elegant.

Yes, it's elegant. At first glance, you'll feel that the room is grand, yet it doesn't feel luxurious at all.

"Benefactor, please wait a moment. I need to go in and inform Uncle Baojing before I can ask Abbot Jiekong for his opinion." Standing in front of the courtyard gate, Mingkong put his hands together and said to Wang Xiao.

"Yes, Master, you may go." Wang Xiao nodded, indicating his understanding.

Mingkong was two generations younger than Master Jiekong, so he definitely didn't have the authority to take him in directly.

Therefore, it is perfectly normal to inform them.

"Please wait a moment, benefactor." Mingkong said, then turned and walked into the courtyard, heading towards the abbot's room.

After walking along the narrow path in the middle, Mingkong knocked on the vermilion wooden door of the abbot's room.

dong dong dong~

"Who is it?" A cold voice came from the doorway.

Upon hearing this voice, Mingkong trembled.

He was actually a little intimidated by this junior uncle who was about the same age as him.

Or rather, it's not just him; most of the fellow disciples in the temple today have a complex attitude of both respect and fear towards this junior master.

After all, compared to the other senior uncles of the Bao generation, this junior uncle's personality was really too unpredictable.

Not only does he rarely see people on ordinary days, but when he does talk to people, he speaks coldly, as if he wants to eat them alive.

"Junior Uncle, I am Mingkong." After a moment of silence, Mingkong took a deep breath. "A benefactor named Wang has come down from the mountain who wants to donate incense money. Because the amount is huge, I'm afraid we'll have to have Abbot Jiekong intervene to discuss it."

There was a moment of silence after he finished speaking.

A brief reply came from inside the door after a short while.

"Wait."