The woman, who was running away, tripped and fell into the river.
The pursuing black liquid instantly surged into the river, carrying the woman and lifting her up.
Then, amidst the woman's screams, it transformed into an evil, mature figure wearing a black martial arts hat, a black and red high-necked cape, a black bodysuit with a few purple patterns, and black boots, revealing a pair of yellow-green eyes.
"As I sensed, this body possesses the innate divine power to control flames." The deep, hoarse voice carried an barely suppressed joy.
Inside the forbidden area of the Shaolin Temple and the pagoda, outside the blue protective shield.
A few bored souls are chatting and discussing Zhang Bairen's breakthrough.
"Hey, have you ever seen such a long breakthrough time?" one of the souls asked curiously.
"No, it's been several hours already, the time is a bit abnormal." Soon, a soul entity answered decisively.
"How strange! Could it be that the accumulation is insufficient, causing new difficulties in breaking through?" Even the soul entity began to analyze the cause.
"Forget it, let's just keep waiting. Anyway, we have plenty of time and nothing to do." The soul that had given up was clearly dead for a long time.
Inside the blue protective shield, Zhang Bairen was also puzzled as to why it was more difficult for him to break through than for ordinary people.
Moreover, there seemed to be a sense of joy in both one's soul and body.
In other words, this breakthrough may not only awaken the Dharma form, but also give one the opportunity to obtain bloodline supernatural powers.
From this perspective, the long time it took to achieve the breakthrough becomes somewhat understandable.
The next morning, Abbot Sanzang came to take a look and found that Zhang Bairen was still in the process of enlightenment and breakthrough. He then asked the ancestral souls here a few questions in a low voice. After understanding the basic situation, Abbot Sanzang nodded slightly and then stepped away from the forbidden area of the pagoda.
Outside the temple gate, martial monks are honing their qi and blood, and training their bodies.
The Shaolin monks, who handle various affairs, also buy groceries, distribute porridge, forge weapons, and deliver changes of clothes.
Abbot Sanzang walked outside the gate and looked at the vibrant scene before him, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.
Xiao Lan, who had come with her grandmother to deliver clean clothes, excitedly ran to the side to watch the Shaolin monks practicing their martial arts.
On the carriage, Grandma Xiaolan was quite helpless and could only call out, "Xiaolan, where are you going? Come back quickly, we didn't come here to play."
Hearing her grandmother's call, Xiaolan walked back dejectedly.
"You send the clean clothes over first, and then bring the dirty clothes back."
"Here, take this." Grandma said, handing a basket of clothes to Xiaolan.
Holding the basket, Xiao Lan replied reluctantly, "But Grandma, the Shaolin monks only practice in the morning, so you can't see them in the evening."
Grandma replied, "If you're bored, I can find you some more work to do."
"No, Grandma, their martial arts skills are really amazing! And I learn a lot from watching them practice." Xiaolan put down the clothes basket and excitedly gestured a couple of times.
"I've told you a hundred times, it's useless for a girl to learn martial arts. She should learn needlework, that's what's useful!" Grandma replied, hands on her hips.
"But I love kung fu. Why don't they recruit girls here? There are even little boys here who aren't even as tall as my knee!" Xiao Lan said, kicking a small stone towards the direction of the monks.
Then, he pulled a blue bed sheet out of the laundry basket and started waving it around happily.
"Haha, watch me show them what I've got!" Xiao Lan said, nimbly waving the blue bed sheet like a dancer's long sleeves, drawing everyone's attention.
Noticing the situation, Abbot Sanzang walked over with a smile.
Seeing the bed sheet waving around and attracting a lot of attention, Abbot Sanzang casually reached out and used his index and middle fingers to pinch the other side of Xiaolan's bed sheet.
"Huh?" Xiaolan pulled hard, but couldn't budge the sheet. When she turned her head, she saw Abbot Sanzang holding the sheet.
The surrounding monks began to laugh and clap, it was unclear whether they were clapping for Xiao Lan or for the abbot.
When Grandma Xiaolan saw what was happening, she quickly got out of the car and came over to apologize to Sanzang.
"I'm sorry, Abbot Sanzang, you must have seen this. This child just loves to show off."
Sanzang said gently, "Child, using bed sheets is a great idea. You've invented a new weapon."
After saying that, he returned the bed sheet to Xiaolan.
Hearing this, Xiaolan was no longer so embarrassed, and happily replied, "Actually, it's better when the sheets are wet. Would you like to take a look?"
"No, stop right there! You're going too far!" Grandma Xiaolan pointed at her granddaughter's forehead.
Sanzang quickly stopped her and began to comfort Grandma Xiaolan.
"Don't worry, I'll find someone to help you with the work, so Grandma can get some rest." After reassuring Grandma Xiaolan, Sanzang turned to look at Xiaolan.
"As for you, Hua Xiaolan, you can go watch them practice." Sanzang finished speaking and blinked slightly.
Sanzang's actions made both the grandmother and grandson very happy.
This made Xiaolan jump right up to Sanzang and give him a happy kiss.
"Thank you so much, Abbot Sanzang!"
Soon, the monks' martial arts skills evolved from fist and foot techniques to staff techniques. Xiao Lan, holding a tree branch, followed along and practiced the movements, but accidentally fell to the ground.
After brushing the grass off her face, Xiaolan muttered to herself, "My skills are still not up to par."
Meanwhile, the Black Fox King, having unearthed the potential of the body he had possessed and regained some of his power, arrived outside the Shaolin Temple.
"Shaolin Temple, I'm back!" the Black Fox King murmured to himself.
While no one was paying attention, the Black Fox King, which had floated off the ground, flew towards the Shaolin Temple.
Just as Xiaolan got up, she saw the mysterious black shadow drifting towards the temple.
Without saying a word, Xiaolan started running and chased after the dark figure.
Soon, the dark figure arrived outside the library.
Without hesitation, Xiaolan followed the shadowy figure into the library.
The Black Fox King stepped onto the second floor and, with his exquisite spiritual power, opened all the wooden doors.
"Where is the Power Manual?!"
No! No! This one isn't one either!!
"Where exactly is the Power Codex?!" The Black Fox King moved his hands slightly and easily pulled out dozens of books.
Then, after glancing at the title, he angrily threw it away.
No! No!!
"Where exactly is my treasure trove of power hidden?!" The Black Fox King picked up a copy of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic) and directly activated his fire magic, releasing blue flames.
A deep blue flame burned fiercely from the Yi Jin Jing. After the Black Fox King threw the book to the ground, the flames that were still burning instantly spread.
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