With Countless Qualities Bestowed Upon Me, I Shall Ultimately Become Immortal Chapter 803 - 606: Meng Chuan Breaks into Zishou Temple at N

Responsible for daily managent, assisting the Abbot.

Chen Xin remained silent, seemingly deep in thought.

After a while, he didn’t reproach the old monk for letting soone in; after all, he was an elder of the temple, even older than him.

Moreover, it was clear that he couldn’t be stopped.

[Brother, is this person young, extrely tall?]

The guard pondered, the person’s figure seed fine; with a robe covering him, it wasn’t clear, over two ters tall isn’t extraordinary in the Martial Arts Realm.

[Very young, at most in his early twenties, his figure is alright, whether he possesses transformation skills, forgive my poor eyesight.]

[Indeed—thank you, Brother.]

He blew out the lamp, unfolded the chair into a bed, and the old monk prepared to sleep.

The following affairs were none of his concern.

"Such turbulent tis..."

...

Abbot’s courtyard.

Before five o’clock, the skies over mid-Jin were completely dark.

Shadows cast over the ancient courtyard, approximately a thousand square ters.

Through the lit windows, a clear silhouette with beads in hand swayed on the third floor.

"Chief Brother, the gatekeeper just sent word, soone from the nation has entered, allegedly a young person with formidable strength."

The silhouette sitting nearby opened his eyes upon hearing this.

His expression was slightly astonished, his tall, thin figure like a sugar cane, persistently rubbing the long staff at his waist.

The bodhi wood Zen Stick was polished to an oily shine, resembling dark iron, even jade-like.

"Soone from the nation? Didn’t Shaolin say they suppressed the Martial Shrine reform, how co there’s national involvent?"

The uncontrollable spread of demonic influence, Zishou Temple had resigned to fate, the Martial Shrine reform was inevitable.

But with soone from Shaolin, things took a turn, naturally unwilling to cooperate with the reform.

Constant delays, could it be the nation taking a forceful approach?

Abbot Guyue had thought so matters related to Taihang would precede any interference in temple affairs.

Previously, when a Grandmaster visited for tasks, proper notification was handled by Shaolin Temple.

It’s Shaolin; who wouldn’t pay respects?

As for those so-called national prodigies here for tasks, they were also persuaded to leave without results.

Who could it be today, at this pivotal mont in the Taihang rite?

Let’s wait and see.

Since the guest took an unusual path, normally staying at the guest courtyard awaiting reception, is likely challenging to deal with...

Chen Xin’s gaze was toward the window, suddenly recalling sothing, the sound of bead-rubbing abruptly ceased.

He turned his head, looking at the Chief Brother with a deep gaze:

"Chief Brother, do you rember? A while ago Shaolin’s Brother Chong ntioned a kid from Northern United University, nad ng Chuan, intending to request a Magic Artifact from the temple?"

Upon hearing this, Abbot Guyue’s expression shifted:

"You an the incoming person is him?"

"At such a crucial mont, most Grandmasters are in the mountains, those prodigies wouldn’t visit the temple now.

Brother Chong ntioned he would arrive before the year’s end; it mostly aligns."

The Abbot nodded silently, acknowledging internally.

With the year-end approaching, he thought the kid wouldn’t co, yet he’s arriving right on cue...

"Brother Chen Xin, do you have any impression of this kid?"

Chen Xin is responsible for many affairs at Zishou Temple; ng Chuan’s intention to seek a Magic Artifact ant his information was, of course, collected.

Though he montarily forgot, given the lengthy interval.

After pondering, Chen Xin slowly replied:

"Sowhat of an impression; he’s accomplished quite a few significant things, vaguely recalling them."

With the visitor almost here, asking monks to bring research material clearly wasn’t realistic.

Chen Xin recounted what ca to mind:

"Two years ago, this kid won the Supernova Championship; last year beca Martial Extre True Inheritance at Northern United University, later went to Wudang, ascended Shaolin, with rumors during this period of overcoming the titled Great Demon with just two limits, though authenticity is unknown."

"A young person with imnse potential, and quite renowned."

Chen Xin’s expression brightened:

"Yes, I rember, his master has a fiery temper, adept in lightning techniques, a Martial Arts Master—no, seemingly already a Grandmaster.

Like the Brother, this one’s hotown is Lu Land [Jiaozhou City]."

Upon reviewing ng Chuan’s information, this stood out most to him,

since both he and Luo Guanyun were drifting old locals from Lu Land...

Listening to Brother Chen Xin, Abbot Guyue visibly relaxed.

The arrival of this child, unrelated to the Martial Shrine reform, was easier to dismiss.

If Zishou Temple reford to Martial Shrine and ceased incense offerings, many things would change...

He rose, addressing:

"Brother, please welco him; the primary issue for the temple now is the Martial Shrine reform, all the venerable ones are present, everything will improve. Please find a pretext that the Magic Artifact is unavailable in the temple to dismiss him."

Ultimately, it’s just a two-limit kid; regardless of talent, he needs further maturation, and apparently Abbot Guyue didn’t take him seriously.

Chen Xin also breathed a sigh of relief, smiling with clasped hands:

"Understood, Chief Brother, please move to the inner chamber and wait for a while."

"Amitabha—indeed..."

Just as Abbot Guyue entered deep into the corridor, the young monk guarding the Abbot’s courtyard hurriedly arrived.

Chen Xin feigned ignorance, his tone imbued with reprimand:

"Why the rush, didn’t you know to knock?"

The young monk glanced sideways without seeing the Abbot, hurriedly clasped hands and lowered his voice apologetically:

"Forgive , Dean, an unfamiliar benefactor suddenly appeared outside, saying they wish to see the Abbot."

Chen Xin contemplated briefly, set a strategy, and responded gently:

"The Abbot is occupied; lead him in to see .

By the way, did the visitor state his na, approximate age, or describe any features?"

The young monk shook his head and said:

"That benefactor appeared abruptly; I didn’t have the chance to ask. It was dark; I barely saw clearly, but he seed in his early twenties, towering over two ters tall."