Chapter One: Airdrop to Shaolin Temple

Referred to as "Shishu" by the young monks, Xu Hai, who should be addressed as "Shixiong," remained silent. When he finally spoke, his words were imbued with Zen wisdom and sharp insight, sounding remarkably profound. Moreover, his voice was deep, rich, gentle, and composed, sending shivers down one's spine.

It refers to something that has already died, yet appears in another form. In military strategy, it signifies the use of all things to achieve one's own intentions. In this book, it refers to someone replacing another, in simple terms, it means time travel

The master is truly a prodigy in martial arts; no wonder the wandering grandmaster personally took her as a disciple. I had thought it was due to her status. Another talkative young monk named Pu Cong said, "This Eighteen Bronze Men formation hasn't been challenged for over a hundred years. She actually made it to the final level. If it weren't for a moment of carelessness... sigh, I hope nothing happens to her."

Whenever one travels through time, it is either in bed or on the road

However, Master Xu Hai... after a while, Zong Qing hesitantly said, "I understand that the situation was urgent at that time, but you could have just saved Master Gu. Why did you personally carry her back to the meditation room? And even took off her shoes and socks, unfastened her outer garment... such physical intimacy... that... seems to contradict the precepts."

She holds a high status, and throughout this half day, dozens of monks who came to inquire about her condition respectfully referred to her as "Shigu" (Master Aunt), while one named Xu Hai was addressed as "Shishu" (Master Uncle). They are on the same level as the abbot and several elders, yet she is currently lying on Xu Hai's bed

The reason she could achieve what others could not, becoming the only lay female disciple of the Shaolin Temple in the world, is that she has a father who once held the highest rank of general. Although he has now returned home due to illness, he has become an exceedingly wealthy tycoon. In recent years, the court has favored Daoism, and coupled with the mismanagement of the Shaolin Temple and the abundance of martial monks, it is said that while the literati are poor, the martial artists are rich, making it quite difficult for the temple to sustain itself. Thus, they have been particularly "kind" to that resplendent benefactor and his only daughter.

However... it is unclear whether it is due to their proximity or the abruptness of awakening, but a subtle glimmer of cunning and mockery flashed briefly in the depths of Xu Hai's eyes. Although it was fleeting, she caught it clearly.

Is it really the case that her maid would face punishment in the underworld for truthfully reporting her situation to her father and immediate superior? This person's character is truly terrifying. In this light, his earlier actions of holding her and removing her shoes and clothes may not have been entirely innocent. Could it be that he had ulterior motives, and that she was already taken advantage of during the Ming Dynasty?

Amitabha, Zongqing, you must understand what it means to 'let go'. I have already let her go for nearly three hours, why can you not let go yet

That voice still resonates beautifully, sending shivers down one's spine; that tone is almost like a savior in times of distress; that long sigh truly softens the heart to the point of being knotted. Yet, in reality, he is despicably concealing the truth and has employed such shameful tactics against a young girl, all the while managing to feign a compassionate demeanor, appearing as if he has suffered a great loss.

Hurry up and leave, you dead monk, I am about to turn into a mummy! Everyone else has left, what are the three of you still doing here? And that master of hers, with the rather inappropriate name, insists on being called "Wandering", and indeed has gone wandering; it is said that there has been no news for two years.

What is going on?

At this moment, Hu Ruchu, who has not yet settled down in life despite writing novels, is lying in bed

At this moment, how can one not be impressed by the word "fierce"!

At this moment, dozens of informed monks are praying for a miracle, hoping that she, who was nearly on the brink of death, can successfully recover. It is not merely because she is deeply loved and cherished, but rather due to the fear that a certain wealthy and powerful figure might lose his beloved daughter, which would consequently sever the source of livelihood for the entire monastery.

"Master Xu Hai, it seems that Master Gu has... moved a little," a young monk said with a hint of surprise. Judging by the voice, it appears to be the one named Zong Qing.

"Master, you are awake! Master, you are awake!" Upon hearing her cough, the two young monks joyfully exclaimed.

It turns out to be a charming yet scheming man! Truly exceptional!

The two young monks nodded in agreement upon hearing this, yet their heads were filled with dark thoughts, and they could not help but cough.

(Those who are useful cannot be borrowed; those who cannot be used seek to borrow. To borrow what cannot be used and to use it is not me seeking the ignorant, but the ignorant seeking me. The upper trigram of the hexagram is Gen, representing the mountain, and the lower trigram is Kan, representing water, which signifies danger.

"Then why did you knock out the personal maid, Hachiyo, of Master Shi?" Pu Cong continued to ask

A living person, a monk, yet exuding an ink wash painting-like aura. At this moment, he stands with his back to the candlelight, the flickering glow seemingly enveloping his entire being in a layer of ethereal radiance, further accentuating his refined demeanor. It appears that even if the entire world were mired in filth, he would still stand high above the clouds, untouched by the impurities of the mundane.

How high, truly high! This Master Xu Hai is indeed ruthless!

Nonsense, try lying still for five or six hours on m.hetushu.com, and see how exhausting it is

Who is this person, with such a pleasant voice! I wonder what they look like

... ...

She did not traverse to the inner court of the palace, nor did she arrive in a prestigious family or a humble household, but instead she landed in...! ... Shaolin Temple, the legendary place that has never allowed women to enter, let alone have female disciples, known as the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism and the foremost temple in the world, the Songshan Shaolin Temple!

She returned to the Ming Dynasty in a splendid manner, though it is still unknown which emperor was in power at that time

She was injured while attempting the Eighteen Bronze Men formation of Shaolin, having already reached the final stage, which can be described as a near success. It is said that many people pleaded with her not to go, as it was extremely dangerous, and she had been granted special permission to enter and exit the temple at will, deciding for herself when to complete her training and descend the mountain. However, she insisted on treating all beings as equals

Since waking up due to a sharp pain in her chest, she clearly knew that she had crossed over. However, she could not recall the two significant questions of why she had crossed over and how it had happened. It seemed as if the most crucial memories had been completely drained from her, leaving only a vague recollection that she had crossed over for a very important task. Unfortunately, she had completely lost any impression of the specific details of this important matter.

"The Buddha is compassionate, but one must also have the means of a Vajra." Xu Hai spoke slowly and earnestly, full of compassion yet without a trace of guilt, saying, "If we do not incapacitate Hachijo, she will inform on us, causing unnecessary worry for the abbot and the benefactor, and it would be a waste to let Hachijo fall into the hell of tongue-pulling. Alas, this is truly a sin."

For two or three hours, she had been lying there pretending to be dead. At first, it was because the boundless pain felt as if her heart were being brutally extracted, leaving her without the strength to even open her eyes. Later, however, it was the fragmented conversations that frightened her.

At this moment, unable to continue pretending as before, I slowly opened my eyes

Any woman who is filled with unrealistic fantasies and lacks a particular skill will aspire to be a novelist

Just hearing his voice makes one want to fall in love with him; seeing him makes one wish to throw themselves at him. Gazing into his eyes, the expression is so warm, pure, and innocent that one cannot help but want to drown in them

Fortune smiled upon her, and after approximately three hours in the Ming Dynasty, the first thing she saw was a beautiful sight, namely a handsome man. Although he was bald, he was still strikingly handsome to the point of evoking both admiration and envy. It was not that his features were particularly extraordinary, but rather that their combination created a striking appearance, exuding an air of elegance and refinement that made one reluctant to speak to him loudly.