One person: Became a disciple of Shaolin Temple and instantly learned 72 Shaolin skills.

Upon hearing that he could learn new techniques, Wang Qing no longer cared about holding a grudge against Xiao Zizai.

As the saying goes, "To forge iron, one must be strong oneself."

As long as you are strong enough, what does it matter if something like this happens today?

At this moment, Jie Kong wore a faint smile on his face, "After listening to Bao Jing's description of your sparring, I realized that my understanding of you was slightly flawed. I didn't expect that even Bao Jing couldn't break your Golden Bell Shield. However, it's also thanks to your ability to cultivate the Golden Bell Shield to such a level, otherwise..."

A hint of lingering fear appeared on Jie Kong's face before he continued, "I know you have great talent, but I was worried that you would be too eager for quick success, so I never taught you any other methods. I just let you hone your skills over time."

"Now it seems that I was being a bit too stubborn."

Jie Kong asked with a smile, "My Shaolin martial arts are numerous, each one incredibly exquisite. Bao Chan, what technique do you wish to learn?"

"I'm willing to learn from any disciple taught by Master." Wang Qing quickly agreed. He had waited so long, he certainly couldn't miss this opportunity.

After pondering for a moment, Jie Kong said, "Not only is talent important in martial arts, but interest is also very important. Otherwise, it will be boring and tasteless. How about this, tomorrow you can ask your senior brother Bao Wen to take you to the Scripture Pavilion and choose a martial art you like to practice first."

"Yes, thank you very much, Master." Wang Qing said with great excitement.

After waiting for so long, I can finally learn new martial arts.

It's time to learn a powerful attack method to make up for the lack of attack power.

Moreover, it is said that the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository contains all of Shaolin Temple's techniques. If I could learn all 72 Shaolin Arts, my cultivation speed would reach an extremely terrifying level.

Wang Qing was happily dreaming of the future.

Seeing Wang Qing's eager look, Jie Kong didn't forget to instruct him, "Bao Chan, you must remember that a person's energy is always limited. I have only learned a few techniques in decades. No matter how talented you are, don't be greedy. Just choose the martial arts you like to practice."

"Disciple understands," Wang Qing quickly replied.

"Alright, go back and rest."

"Then this disciple will take his leave now."

……

On a path inside Shaolin Temple.

Wang Qing, who was running ahead, urged Bao Wen behind him, "Senior brother, hurry up!"

"Junior brother, don't be in such a hurry. The Scripture Pavilion isn't going anywhere."

Bao Wen, who was following behind, said with a hint of helplessness.

Yesterday, Jie Kong instructed him to take Wang Qing to the Scripture Pavilion to select martial arts techniques today. He did not expect Wang Qing to be so eager. He had just finished breakfast and was already dragging him to the Scripture Pavilion as if he was afraid that the Scripture Pavilion would be closed.

The two of them walked through several winding paths.

Before us stood an ancient pavilion. From the outside, it was clear that the main structure was made of solid wood. Over the years, some of the paint had peeled off, but it still looked magnificent.

Above the entrance hangs a plaque with the three large gilded characters "Cangjinge".

Just as Wang Qing was observing the Hidden Treasure Pavilion, Bao Wen, who had been following behind him, finally caught up. Seeing Wang Qing standing there motionless, he immediately called out, "Let's go. Weren't you in a hurry? What are you doing standing here?"

As he spoke, he walked towards the Sutra Repository, and Wang Qing quickly followed.

As soon as he entered, Wang Qing saw an old monk wearing the same color robe as Jie Kong sitting with his eyes closed in a rocking chair next to the entrance, swaying rhythmically.

Upon seeing this, Bao Wen quickly stepped forward and said, "Disciple greets Martial Uncle."

"Greetings, Uncle-Master." Seeing this, Wang Qing followed suit. Since Bao Wen had already called him Uncle-Master, it was surely right for him to do the same.

As the words fell, the old monk, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them. Although he was old, his eyes still looked very clear and bright.

Upon seeing Bao Wen standing respectfully, a smile immediately appeared on his face. "It's you, Bao Wen! What brings you to the Scripture Pavilion today?"

Bao Wen said with utmost respect, "Uncle-Master, Master asked me to bring Junior Brother Bao Chan to the Scripture Pavilion to select martial arts techniques."

"Oh, so this must be the little apprentice your master recently took in." As he spoke, the old monk's gaze instantly fell on Wang Qing, and for a moment Wang Qing felt as if he had been seen naked.

Even a fool would know now that this old monk was definitely not simple.

The old monk seemed to see through Wang Qing's thoughts and said with a smile, "Don't think nonsense, kid. I don't have any great skills, I just know a little bit about health preservation."

"Besides, this library isn't an important place. The old monk is just staying here for peace and quiet."

The old monk's words made Wang Qing a little embarrassed, but he didn't believe that the old monk was incompetent. If he wasn't capable, why would he be assigned to guard the Sutra Repository?

Bao Wen, who was standing nearby, came to his rescue, saying, "Uncle-Master, please stop teasing Junior Brother."

"Let's take him to see martial arts. This kid couldn't wait to drag me over here as soon as he finished eating."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Wang Qing thought that Senior Brother Bao Wen was trying to help him out of a tight spot, but the second half was clearly a joke. This made Wang Qing even more embarrassed, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Seeing that Wang Qing seemed a little embarrassed, the old monk decided to stop while he was ahead and said with a smile, "Baowen, why don't you take your junior brother up there and see for yourself? You know where the things are. I'm too lazy to move."

“Yes, Uncle-Master,” Bao Wen replied.

Then he looked at Wang Qing and said, "Junior brother, come with me."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the stairs not far away. Wang Qing hurriedly followed, his feet creaking on the wooden stairs.

The two soon arrived on the second floor.

Wang Qing glanced at the neatly arranged bookshelves, each filled with a large number of books.

There must be at least several thousand books, but Wang Qing knew that so many books couldn't all be cultivation techniques; if they were, his auto-play speed would be off the charts.

Bao Wen, who was walking ahead, saw Wang Qing staring at the books on the bookshelf, almost drooling. He sighed and quickly explained, "Junior brother, don't look at them. These are just ordinary scriptures, not cultivation techniques. But if you're interested, you can take a few back to read."

Upon hearing Bao Wen's words, a hint of disappointment appeared in Wang Qing's eyes.

However, he was also curious about where the books that recorded the cultivation techniques were if these books were not cultivation techniques.

Following Bao Wen through layers of bookshelves, they arrived at a door. Without any hesitation, Bao Wen pushed the door open and went inside, and Wang Qing quickly followed.

The room wasn't big; it was completely empty except for a table, and there wasn't even a bookcase.

Wang Qing couldn't help but ask curiously, "Senior brother, where is the cultivation manual? I haven't seen a single book."

Is it like in TV dramas, where there are hidden compartments or something in the room?

Bao Wen pointed to the table and said, "Isn't that it?"

Wang Qing looked in the direction Bao Wen was pointing and then noticed that there was a laptop on the table.

I had only glanced at it and was so focused on finding the bookshelf that I hadn't noticed it at all.

"Senior brother, are you saying that all the cultivation techniques are on this laptop?" Wang Qing asked incredulously.

"Yeah, is there a problem?" Bao Wen looked at Wang Qing with a strange expression.

"No, no problem."

Wang Qing wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

I never expected that Shaolin Temple would be so modern and store all its martial arts techniques on computers.

I was so naive that I thought it was a book.

As a result, it turned out to be a huge misunderstanding.