Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 8 Northern Shaolin Temple
Those who eat at many homes are bound to have good interpersonal relationships, and those who learn many skills are bound to be good talents.

For someone like Han Yun, who came from humble beginnings, the prestigious sects were out of the question. They only accepted disciples with impeccable backgrounds, and each sect had its own rules.

Putting aside everything else, just take Taoism as an example. It takes three years of chopping wood, three years of sweeping, and three years of tending the fire before one can learn a skill. The method cannot be easily passed on, and the Tao cannot be sold cheaply.

A thousand pieces of gold cannot be passed on to an unfilial son; ten thousand riches cannot save an ungrateful person. A doctor can only save those with faith; a miraculous method is wasted effort on an anonymous practitioner. Sweet dew cannot nourish a rootless plant; the Buddha's teachings cannot save those without affinity.

Learning various arts is actually a choice made out of necessity. Even if Han Yun wanted to find a master to learn an art, he would still need the connections!
If there were a clear and easy path to heaven laid out before you, who would bother with the underhanded ways?

This is the helplessness of these lowly superhumans. Fortunately, Han Yun has an inner space, and guarding it will bring opportunities from all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Unfortunately, it only happens once a month.

One cannot wait for fate to feed one; one must also work hard. Therefore, from the very beginning, Han Yun set a goal: once he had the ability to protect himself, he must learn various skills from different schools of thought.

On the one hand, it's to broaden one's horizons, and on the other hand, it's to hone oneself.

in other words.

The world is so big, I want to see it!
However, a problem was right in front of Han Yun: he had no money!
As the saying goes, money can take you anywhere, but without money you can't go anywhere. If Han Yun wants to travel, he needs travel expenses, right?

However, for Han Yun, who has access to an interior space, making money is not difficult, especially a method with minimal investment and extremely high returns, which is most suitable for him.

What?
Lottery!
In the original novel, Wang Ye showed Zhang Chulan a lottery number divination in the inner realm. The backlash against him was minimal, as it only affected a person's fortune at most, and his fate was not a major factor.

Moreover, Han Yun didn't aim for the first prize numbers, but instead targeted the second prize numbers.

People are afraid of famous pigs.

As an extraordinary person, some ordinary things seem illogical when they happen to you.

For example, the predecessor was no longer allowed to participate in sports events. After all, people with superhuman abilities are far stronger than ordinary people. If people with superhuman abilities participated in sports competitions, the world record would definitely be broken to a level that would make people tremble with fear.

Take the lottery for example. There are plenty of people who study Qimen Dunjia divination techniques. If even extraordinary people are short of money and then calculate lottery numbers, will ordinary people still have a chance to be lucky?
If I were to win the first prize, there's no guarantee that someone from All-Knowing would be eyeing me.

It's about nipping problems in the bud!
Although Han Yun is no longer afraid of being able to do anything, he doesn't want to get involved in any scandals.

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The lottery shop owner, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted at the young man in front of him who was reciting a string of numbers and wearing a mask. Han Yun took the lottery ticket and gently stroked the paper with his fingertips.

"Young man, is there any significance to this set of numbers?" the shopkeeper asked casually, puffing out a smoke ring.

Han Yun smiled, carefully folded the lottery ticket, and put it into his inner pocket: "A deity told me this in my dream."

The shopkeeper laughed heartily, flicking cigarette ash all over the floor. Han Yun turned and left, the sounds of the shopkeeper and regular customers teasing him echoing behind him.

Three days later, Han Yun stood in front of the counter and calmly handed over the lottery ticket that had won the second prize, along with his ID card.

After deducting taxes, the bonus left him with 187,600 yuan, enough to start his planned trip.

The saleswoman looked at the ordinary-looking young man in surprise, while Han Yun just stared at the calendar on his phone screen; there were still thirteen days until the next opening of the inner space.

Han Yun finally scraped together the money and began his first journey. Instead of leaving Tianjin, he went to Yuyang, a place under Tianjin's jurisdiction.

Connecting the Taihang Mountains, guarding the capital, overlooking the Jieshi Mountains, reaching the vast ocean, stretching across the Ji Plain, and resting against the Great Wall, this is Panshan. It is a natural wonder of Jizhou, overlooking numerous valleys, like stars surrounding the North Star, and none dare to contend with it. The location of the Northern Shaolin Temple in Yuyang and Panshan, with its superior and precipitous geographical position, has historically been a strategic location fought over by military strategists.

It is said that all martial arts in the world originated from Shaolin.

Shaolin Temple isn't just in the Central Plains; there are also temples in the north, but they're not widely known.

The North Shaolin Temple, originally named "Faxing Temple", was the only one of the five Shaolin temples established by Zen Master Xueting Fuyu during the Yuan Dynasty to be named after Shaolin Temple.

After the previous dynasty, the martial arts activities of the Northern Shaolin Temple went underground from being public, and gradually declined.

Especially when the land of China was destroyed, the Northern Shaolin Temple was burned down, and the legacy of the extraordinary people was scattered among the people, eventually being passed down by the Tang family.

Han Yun's first stop was the Tang family, a well-known family of extraordinary individuals.

As for how Han Yun knew, wouldn't it be clear if he calculated the interior space?
It is said that the Tang family is no ordinary family. The founder of the Tang family, Old Master Tang, was fond of martial arts and bravery in his youth. He had extraordinary strength and could lift a cloth bag weighing a hundred catties with his little finger and walk several miles in one go.

After growing up and completing his apprenticeship, he mastered the profound secrets of Shaolin boxing, achieving a unity of mind and body, and a transformation of form and spirit. When he taught his students at the God of Wealth Temple in the city, he punched down into a well, causing the well water to boil as a demonstration to his students.

He was a man of broad-mindedness, gentleness and tranquility, strict in managing his family and upholding a pure family tradition, which is why Han Yun chose the Tang family as his first stop.

One day later.

Han Yun stood at the foot of Panshan Mountain with his schoolbag on his back.

In the depths of winter, few tourists visit the mountain path, but the pines and cypresses along the way remain evergreen. He slowly ascends the stone steps, pausing occasionally to observe the contours of the mountain.

The ruins of the Northern Shaolin Temple are located deep within the scenic area, and although they have been restored several times, the traces of time are still hard to conceal.

"Are you here to offer incense, benefactor?" A sweeping monk noticed Han Yun wandering around the temple for a long time and took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Han Yun clasped his hands in a gesture of respect. Seeing that the monk had a long and steady breathing and a certain methodical way of walking, he immediately understood: "Master, I would like to inquire about the Tang family's residence."

The monk paused slightly in his broom, then looked Han Yun up and down: "What business do you have with the Tang family, benefactor?"

"I have come here because of your reputation, and I would like to ask you some questions about martial arts."

Seeing that Han Yun was still young and had clear eyes, the monk pondered for a moment before pointing to the foot of the mountain to the west: "Go down the mountain along this road, turn right after two intersections, and turn left after you see an old locust tree. The Tang family's residence has blue bricks and gray tiles, and there is a pair of stone drums in front of the gate."

Han Yun thanked them and left, glancing back as he walked out of the mountain gate. The outline of the Northern Shaolin Temple was blurred under the setting sun, as if it had blended into the mountain scenery.

Following the monk's directions, Han Yun quickly found the old locust tree that took three people to encircle. In the dead of winter, the locust tree's branches and trunk were as hard as iron, and its bark was cracked like dragon scales.

After turning left, a quiet alley came into view, and at the end of the alley stood a typical Tianjin-style courtyard house.

The courtyard wall, built of blue bricks, is over two meters high and topped with fish-scale tiles. The copper rings on the black lacquered gate are gleaming, and on each side sits a stone drum, its surface carved with a lion playing with an embroidered ball.

Han Yun straightened his collar, took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door knocker. He knocked once, paused, so that the person inside could hear him, and then knocked twice more.

Then, Han Yun stood aside, waiting for the person inside to respond.

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