Xuan Ji arranged for a monk to rush up the mountain and report the news in advance.

The mountains are getting higher and higher, the ancient trees are vast and the sky is chirping, and the birds are chirping.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang"

The bells are long and resounding throughout the mountains.

The money at the gate of Shaolin Temple, two rows of monks face each other, one with a furious eyebrow.

"This little monk has good qualifications and can learn it in three months."

"This monk can't do it, I can't even learn to pick the flower finger."

Xiao Yuanshan commented along the way and was very familiar with the situation of these monks.

The monks were shocked and confused.

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Xuanci, wearing a red cassock, chanted the Buddha's name in a deep voice.

Liu Qing took a step forward: "Abbot Xuanci, right? Ye Ernie Ye came to find you?"

"?"

Xuanci remained silent and looked question-marked.
Chapter completed!