"Master! How silly of you! You've won, haven't you? That big bird's egg promised to teach you some techniques—such a great opportunity, and you're going to let it slip? If you won't agree, I'm turning my back on you right now!" Ying'er immediately stopped her "figure-eight" dance, her cheeks flushed with anger. Yet, the scene was quite endearing. "Ying'er, I know exactly what you're thinking—I don't mind losing. But does winning this way bring me any glory?" Gao Liang boldly challenged her, which moved Ying'er to tears. Xiao Qiong stirred slightly, her lips murmuring in discontent. "Stubborn master! All for your development! Ying'er has already... Ah well! What can I do? I've just met a master who doesn't understand me at all! I'm leaving! Go on, take care of yourself!" After saying this, Ying'er sadly departed, refusing to look back even as Gao Liang pleaded. With Ying'er gone, Gao Liang felt even more disheartened. Feeling that staying at the Shaolin Monastery had lost its meaning, he was preparing to say goodbye to his fellow brothers and sisters. Gong Hong, naturally, was eager for this obtrusive presence to be removed, so as not to overshadow his own achievements. However, Lin Tianhao and the other brothers expressed deep regret. At that moment, a voice as resonant as a great bell stopped him: "Disciple! Please don't hurry away! I understand your reasons. In fact, the outcome itself isn't what matters most—what truly counts is your mindset! The fact that you remain composed when you win, and don't lose heart when you fall short, clearly demonstrates that your spiritual insight is profound. You have truly grasped the essence of our Shaolin cultural heritage!" The fellow brothers and sisters applauded enthusiastically at their master's insightful words. Gao Liang looked at Hong Dafang with serious attention, while Hong Dafang smiled warmly at him, a gaze so sincere and approachable that deeply captivated Gao Liang. Since he was born, this was the first time someone other than his parents had looked at him in such a way. Gao Liang had a strong intuition that this master would play a significant role in his life, so he bowed deeply and knelt. Hong Da, the abbot, quickly rose to help him and said, "Disciple! From now on, I will begin teaching you the most authentic Shaolin martial arts. You must pay close attention and study diligently!" "Thank you, Master! I will do my very best and follow your teachings faithfully!" After saying this, Hong Da continued, "At Shaolin, martial arts are not merely practiced for self-defense or physical health. More importantly, they serve as a means of preserving and transmitting Shaolin culture. The essence of martial arts lies in the two words—Chan Buddhism: 'Not relying on written texts, transmitting teachings beyond the written word; directly pointing to the mind, enabling enlightenment and Buddhahood.'" Gao Liang found it somewhat unclear at first. Later, using his high-end handheld computer, he clarified the meaning: Chan Buddhism, also known as the Zen school, is one of the major schools of Chinese Buddhism, founded by Bodhidharma and flourishing under the Sixth Patriarch Huineng. It became the mainstream of Chinese Buddhism from the mid-Tang to late Tang periods and remains Most Chinese Buddhist schools originated in India, but the Tiantai, Huayan, and Chan schools are the three uniquely indigenous schools that developed independently in China. Among these, the Chan school exhibits the most distinctive character. Chan masters employ various teaching methods to help students attain this state, known as enlightenment. The statement by Master Hong Da—“Not relying on scriptural texts, transmitting teachings beyond the scriptures; directly pointing to the mind, enabling one to realize one’s true nature”—captures the essence of Chan Buddhism, emphasizing the direct realization of truth through personal practice in daily life, ultimately leading to a profound self-awareness. Hong Hao, guided by Master Hong Da, began from the fundamentals and gradually advanced to higher levels. One day, under the guidance of Master Hongda, Gao Liang began studying the Jinguang Fist from the Shaolin martial arts. Gao Liang was indeed very dedicated, though his foundational skills were not strong; yet he possessed a strong spirit of perseverance, diligence, and determination, which enabled him to make rapid progress. Gao Liang was naturally gifted and had a high intuitive understanding of both martial and Buddhist teachings, qualities that greatly impressed Master Hongda. The abbot intended to teach him the full Shaolin martial arts repertoire after mastering the Jinguang Fist. Gao Liang's Jinguang Fist had grown increasingly proficient. Master Hongda then placed a thick wooden board—three centimeters in thickness—across in front of Gao Liang. Gao Liang stabilized his stances, deeply exhaled, grasped the Jinguang Fist firmly, and tightened the muscles in his arms until they became knotted. With a loud "Ah!" he exerted his full strength and struck the board squarely—sending a strong "thud" through the center—and the Jinguang Fist passed straight through the board. "Clap! Clap! Clap!" the fellow monks and brothers erupted into applause, and Master Hongda It seems that Ying'er has gained considerable benefits by arranging for me to study at Shaolin. After a month of training, my physical condition has been significantly strengthened and improved. Yet, Ying'er has been away from me for some time now—where is she now? As high-light just thought this, a tingling sensation spread through his entire body, and he felt as though he were turning into a beam of light—was it the Yue Guang Bao He space calling me back? Immediately, High-light said goodbye to his master and the other senior brothers, promising to return at some point to continue practicing. His master agreed, and the senior brothers wished him well on his journey. As soon as he stepped away from them and reached a quiet spot, he transformed into a beam of light. "Ah! No! No!" His voice faded as his body settled to the ground. He looked up—and there, he found himself back in his student dormitory. Before he could catch his breath, classmates from the same dormitory—Fat Deng, Shy Yang, and the Soft-Hearted Wu—approached. They stared at Gao Liang with an unusually intense gaze, expressing surprise: "Hey, boss, we've been searching for you for over a day and haven't seen you at all—where have you gone?" Gao Liang was momentarily stunned. A day and a half? That didn't sound right—how could it be only a day and a half? I thought it was a whole month! Ah! Ah! Now I get it! It must be the time difference between the time inside the Ever-Bright Crystal Box space and real-world time—24:00—causing this. Haha! Ying'er was absolutely right! Haha! It only took a day and a half in reality for the seasoned veteran to master the Kung Fu style of the Shaolin Temple. Amazing! Amazing! Just as he was lost in his own thoughts, Fat Deng urged him: "Boss, we've been asking you questions!" "Oh—well—uh—I went to the internet cafe! I stayed there all night!" Gao Liang stammered. "The internet cafe "You didn't reply to my email either!" said Wuxiao Yang, "Did you actually go see a lady?" "I'm absolutely pure! I'm still a virgin!" Gao Liang said with confidence, for on that day he had overcome his primal desires through sheer determination—thanks to Ying'er's guidance in cultivating mental strength. "I'll never believe that!" Wuxiao Yang made a face, saying, "Now the whole campus is talking about you and Zhang Yuping. They say you've been avoiding appearances because you've been involved in something intimate, afraid that Zhou Chao will retaliate!" "Nonsense! I'm as pure as ever!" Gao Liang was furious.