Under One Person: My Name is Wan Jing Zhenjun

The abbot's room is actually not very large; including the distance from the door to the back wall, it is only about three meters wide.

Therefore, when Mingkong knocked on the door to inquire, not only did Xiao Zizai, who was standing at the door, hear it, but Master Jiekong, who was sitting on the futon behind him, also heard it.

Therefore, when Xiao Zizai, or rather Bao Jing, turned around to look at Master Jiekong, the other party nodded directly, "Bao Jing, go and bring this benefactor over."

"Yes." Xiao Zizai nodded, bowed, and left the abbot's room.

As the door to the abbot's room opened and Xiao Zizai emerged, Mingkong immediately lowered his head and said, "Junior Uncle."

"Hmm." Xiao Zizai glanced at him, then looked at Wang Xiao and the other two outside the courtyard, frowning. "Which one is that Benefactor Wang?"

"That one with the fairest skin is him," Mingkong pointed to Wang Xiao.

Xiao Zizai nodded, and without asking any further questions, walked directly towards Wang Xiao.

At this moment, standing outside the courtyard gate, watching Xiao Zizai walk slowly towards him, Wang Xiao was also carefully examining him.

Although Xiao Zizai at this time already showed some obvious similarities in appearance to his later appearance, in general, the differences were still quite significant.

Now, he wears a clean and spotless plain-colored monk's robe, his shaved head is shiny and bald, and one look at him is enough to tell that he has a great deal of obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness.

At the same time, judging from his upright posture, Wang Xiao could easily guess that this guy was an extremely arrogant person.

"Benefactor Wang?" At this moment, Xiao Zizai stopped in front of Wang Xiao and glanced at him.

Wang Xiao nodded. "Does Master Jiekong have time?"

"Yes, Master is waiting for you." Xiao Zizai nodded, turned around, and said, "Come with me."

Seeing this, Wang Xiao and the other two didn't say anything and followed Xiao Zizai's footsteps into the abbot's room.

However, just as the three of them stepped through the courtyard gate, Xiao Zizai suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Wang Xiao was a little surprised. What was wrong with him this time? Could he already be showing signs of going crazy?

Xiao Zizai did not answer Wang Xiao's question directly, but instead looked back at Wang Yan and Li Ka, who had also stepped in.

"They can't follow."

Li and Ka were taken aback, but despite their confusion, they didn't say anything, only turning their gazes to Wang Xiao.

Wang Xiao remained silent for a moment, then nodded slightly to Li Ka and the other person, "Then you two can wait outside the courtyard for a while."

"Yes, young master," Li Ka replied.

Wang Yan nodded, glancing at Xiao Zizai again, "Brother Xiao, please be careful. Call us anytime if there are any problems."

He had a feeling that something was off about the monk in front of him...

Wang Xiao nodded and patted the two on the shoulders. "Don't worry, this is Shaolin."

Although the greatest danger in the Shaolin Temple was right beside him, Li and Ka were naturally unaware of this.

For them, Shaolin, the number one Buddhist sect in the world, is quite credible.

After giving instructions to Li Ka and the other two, Wang Xiao followed Xiao Zizai into the abbot's room.

As Wang Xiao pushed open the door and entered, he saw Master Jiekong sitting on a futon.

Of course, there was actually another monk disciple in the abbot's room, but Master Jiekong was very old and had a frail face, so he was easy to recognize now.

"Young benefactor, you've arrived." Upon seeing Wang Xiao enter, Master Jiekong immediately stood up from his prayer mat with a beaming smile. "I heard from Mingkong that you wanted to donate some incense money to Shaolin?"

"Yes." Wang Xiao nodded and said with a sigh, "As I traveled along the way, I saw that although most of the buildings in Shaolin were magnificent and had a great deal of historical significance, they were still quite old, and many places were even in a state of disrepair."

Therefore, I cannot bear to see you masters still living in such a dangerous place, so I would like to donate some incense money as funds for the repair of your houses.”

Listening to Wang Xiao's elaborate explanation, Master Jiekong was somewhat stunned. After a moment of silence, he chuckled and shook his head, "You child, it's not as exaggerated as you say. Although the temple buildings are old, they're not that bad."

Wang Xiao scratched his head. "Doesn't the master want money for incense?"

"Yes." Master Jiekong nodded solemnly. "It would be good if the temple could be repaired. Buddha would be happy to see it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xiao couldn't help but chuckle.

It must be said that Master Jiekong is quite interesting.

Seeing this, Wang Xiao didn't waste any more time with Master Jiekong and immediately took out the supplementary card that he had applied for in advance.

However, at this point, Master Jiekong was no longer in a hurry to accept the incense offering. He simply smiled and sat back down on the prayer mat, patted the empty seat next to him, and gestured for Wang Xiao to sit down as well.

"Come, young benefactor, have a cup of tea with this old monk."

After he finished speaking, as Wang Xiao sat down as instructed, the monk standing on the other side of the door came over and poured two cups of tea for the two of them.

Master Jiekong slowly poured tea and pushed one of the cups in front of Wang Xiao.

The tea was clear and green, with steam rising gently. The old monk simply lowered his eyes, gently stirring the foam with the lid of the cup, and only slowly spoke after a long while.

"The old monk has lived in this temple for decades. He knows exactly how many tiles are leaking and how many beams and pillars are rotten."

"You said you wanted to donate incense for repairs..." He raised his eyes, his gaze gentle as if he could see through something, yet it did not make anyone feel the slightest bit awkward from being scrutinized. "This kind of intention, the old monk thanks you on behalf of the monks of the temple."

only……"

He paused, his smile deepening. "Young benefactor, your eyes have been fixed on the Bodhidharma Crossing the River painting behind me since you entered. And even now, after you sat down, you've tapped your fingers three times on your knee, but haven't touched the tea in your cup."

"If an old monk, having lived this long, still cannot see that you have something else on your mind, then all those decades of meditation have been in vain."

Wang Xiao was taken aback by what he heard, and felt his ears getting slightly hot. His hand, which was scratching his head, stopped in mid-air again.

Although he had thought that Master Jiekong would be very powerful, the kind of power he imagined was undoubtedly in terms of skill, and he had not thought that Master Jiekong would also have such unique insight.

However, upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that the other party is not only strong but also possesses exceptional insight.

Seeing Wang Xiao scratching his head, Master Jiekong didn't urge him. He simply picked up his teacup, took a sip, and put it down again, his tone still as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Talk to the old monk. He will keep the incense money. As for your real request, if he can help, he will not refuse. If he cannot help, it will save you from wasting your money."

As he spoke, he looked up at Wang Xiao, his gaze compassionate and profound, as if he had already seen through everything, yet he still offered him a way out. "It's good that young people are energetic, but this old monk has lived a long life and actually prefers frank talk. What do you say, child?"

Wang Xiao remained silent for a long time after listening to Master Jiekong's words.

Then, instead of scratching his head, he shook his head with a laugh, as if holding his forehead.

"A master's discerning eye."