Yang Chengye followed the old monk with white eyebrows to the backyard Zen room, and the little monk served tea and then retreated.

  "Benefactor, I don't know what proof you have to prove that you are a lay relative of the Awakened Master's disciple?"

  After Xia Shami left, Bai Mei old monk asked Yang Chengye:

  Yang Chengye took out the letter Han Shizhong wrote to Juewu and handed it over to Bai Mei old monk.

  The old monk with white eyebrows took the letter and opened it to read.

  Yang Chengye's eyebrows furrowed slightly, what's going on with this old monk?

  This is a letter from his family, and he actually dared to open it privately, which is really too impolite!

  The old monk with white eyebrows put down the letter on the table beside him and asked, "Are you the son-in-law of General Han Shizhong?"

  Yang Chengye spread his hands and said: "This is a marriage arranged by my father and General Han for us, but there's just a slight change."

  "Oh?"

  The old monk said: "Being able to settle a marriage with General Han, it seems that your respected father is also an extraordinary person!"

  Yang Chengye cupped his hands and said: "I am Yang Chengye, my father is Yang Zaixing."

  Upon hearing this, the old monk immediately became solemn and respectful, saying: "So the donor is a descendant of Jiang Zhongliang, I have been disrespectful!"

  "Recalling the past, Lord Yang Zaixing led 8,000 soldiers to defend Xiao Shang Bridge, causing 300,000 Jin troops to cry out for their fathers and mothers. For half a year, they were unable to take a single step across Xiao Shang Bridge, making it a classic war story from ancient times to the present."

  "It's said that a tiger father has no dog son; I suppose Young Master Yang's spear skills are quite impressive?"

  Yang Chengye humbly said: "I'm physically weak, and when my father was alive, he told me to participate in the imperial examination to serve the country with literature, so I didn't learn Yang-style spear, which might disappoint Master."

  After hearing Yang Chengye's words, Bai Mei Lao Shang suddenly lost interest and sighed: "Originally wanted to see which one was stronger between the Yang family gun and our temple's gun technique, unfortunately, the Yang family gun might be lost from now on."

  Yang Chengye did not expect that this old monk, who seemed to be quite advanced in age, still had such a strong competitive spirit.

  "Master, may I meet the Enlightened Master below?"

  Yang Chengye asked the old monk, but the old monk waved his hand and said: "Don't be impatient, Master. I saw in General Han's letter to Awakened Shixiong that his mother is seriously ill and needs Awakened Shixiong to go and treat her. Can you tell me more about it?"

  Yang Chengye didn't understand why Laohe Shang was always evasive and wouldn't let him meet Juewu Shang.

  However, since I've come to Shaolin Temple, I couldn't rush it, so I said: "Master, it's like this, Mrs. Han got a strange illness, only direct relatives can save her, that's why General Han asked me to invite Master Juewu to go to Lin'an."

  The old monk joined his palms together and loudly chanted a Buddhist mantra: "I'm afraid we'll have to disappoint the young donor, my younger brother is not in the temple."

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye was suddenly startled and stood up to ask: "I don't know where Master Juewu has gone?"

  The old monk smiled and said: "Young donor, there's no need to rush. My younger brother has only gone down the mountain on official business and will return in a few days. Please stay at our humble temple for a few more days."

  Upon hearing this, Yang Chengye suddenly realized that as long as he could return in a few days, it would be fine. What he feared was that his consciousness had already left the Shaolin Temple, or perhaps had already left the mortal world.

  Yang Chengye calmed down and said: "In that case, I can only trouble Master."

  "After chatting for so long, I still don't know how to address you, Master?"

  The old monk with white eyebrows replied: "My Dharma name is Jue Xin, and I am the abbot of the Vinaya Hall."

  Yang Chengye cupped his hands: "It turns out it's the Abbot of the Precept Courtyard, I'm truly sorry for the disrespect."

  The old monk smiled and said: "Then please ask the young donor to rest in the Zen room first, and I will instruct the little Sha Mi to prepare a vegetarian meal for you."

  Yang Chengye politely said: "In that case, I'll have to trouble you, Jue Xin, to preside over this."

  After the two finished their conversation, Yang Chengye was led by Xiao Shami to a Zen room. The room only had one table, one chair, one bed and one meditation cushion. On the table, there was a statue of Maitreya Buddha with bare chest and exposed breasts, with a smile on his face.

  In general, the Zen room is decorated more simply, which is very suitable for monks' practice.

  Yang Chengye settled down and soon a young monk brought up some vegetarian dishes, steamed buns, and a jug of plain wine.

  Yang Chengye took a sip of the wine and felt nothing, it was slightly cool when entering his mouth, no different from plain boiled water, he really didn't know how these monks had researched this kind of wine.

  After lunch, just after noon, Yang Chengye had nothing to do, so he sat cross-legged on the couch, circulating his internal energy and flushing out the meridians in his body.

  Through the fight with Lin Chaoying and those Jin soldiers, Yang Chengye also discovered his own shortcomings. Although he had deep internal strength and was not weak in martial arts, he lacked experience in responding to enemies.

  Moreover, having practiced so many kinds of martial arts, when it comes to fighting, I still have to consider which one to use, which is quite time-consuming. In my heart, I secretly thought: "It seems that I need to create a set of martial arts suitable for myself, but creating one's own martial art is by no means easy!"

  Unbeknownst to him, the sky had already darkened. It was only when Yang Chengye saw the vegetarian dishes and wine on the table that he realized his meditation had lasted for quite some time. Even the young monk who came to deliver food hadn't noticed anything.

  At this time, Yang Chengye thought of another purpose of his trip to the Shaolin Temple, and it seemed that he should go to the Scripture Pavilion.

  Yang Chengye opened the package and took out a set of night-traveling clothes to wear, at the same time taking a black gauze to cover his mouth and nose, only revealing a pair of eyes shining brightly in the night.

  Yang Chengye spread out the quilt, put the pillow in it, making it look like someone was lying on the bed, then opened the door and slipped out quietly.

  When Yang Chengye arrived outside the Zen room, he was suddenly stunned. He had no idea where the scripture pavilion was.

  The Shaolin Temple is so big that it's easy to get lost even if you're just looking for the Scripture Depository, let alone on your first visit.

  Yang Chengye grasped his long sword and wandered aimlessly.

  After walking for about a quarter of an hour, I suddenly heard intense fighting sounds coming from the front, accompanied by crashing noises.

  Yang Chengye arrived at a courtyard outside and saw that there were many torches burning inside the yard, illuminating the entire courtyard as bright as daylight.

  The surrounding area was crowded with monks, especially in the corridors where two elderly monks were standing.

  In the courtyard, a dozen young monks holding sticks were surrounding and attacking a monk wearing a cassock.

  But the monk's hat was high and protruding, obviously being supported by his Buddhist hair, extremely comical.

  The monk's body was light and agile, dodging the monk's attacks without stopping, not fighting back, but only emitting a faint fragrance in the movement of his body.

  Yang Chengye thought to himself: "It turns out it's a woman, but obviously she's no match for those five monks. Losing is only a matter of time."

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, in less than ten minutes, one of the monks' sticks hit the woman's waist, and she let out a miserable cry as her body flew backwards, coincidentally in Yang Chengye's direction.

  With a "bang", the woman smashed against the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, but quickly struggled to get up, her eyes locking onto Yang Chengye.

  Yang Chengye looked at the woman, and the woman also looked at Yang Chengye, but neither of them made it explicit.

  The woman just glanced at him twice and then turned back to look at those monks again.