The blue sky for thousands of miles is as clear as a wash, the blue is pure and clear, and there is not a single white cloud in sight.
What a beautiful day. When Meng Qi opened his eyes, he saw such a beautiful scene. He suddenly felt like he was waking up from a big dream, and the bed was soft and hard to leave.
As soon as he sighed in his heart, Meng Qi felt his body being shaken violently, and a quick and nervous male voice came to his ears: Second Young Master, you are awake.
Young Master Meng Qi subconsciously turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a nervous face. He had an extremely eye-catching horse face and five long goatee-like beards, but this was not the point. The key point is that he has a scarf on his head and a wide shirt with big sleeves.
What's going on
Second Young Master, are you okay? The middle-aged man stroked Meng Qi's body up and down. He was so frightened that he thought he had encountered a naughty maniac. He hurriedly turned over and sat up, shrinking back, but the other man's hands were like a pair of iron pliers. His struggles were ineffective, and he felt a warm current flowing through his body, dispelling all discomfort, as warm as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
The middle-aged man saw Meng Qi standing up, nodded gently and said: It should be fine.
After he made his own judgment, he asked Meng Qi uneasily: "Second Young Master, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere else?"
The concern is beyond words.
Meng Qi didn't understand the situation he was in at all, his brain seemed to be a ball of mush, and he said numbly: No.
The expression of the horse-faced man suddenly relaxed, and then he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: Second Young Master, the Marquis also had no choice but to be in the temple than at home. Don't you think about it, hey, although the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha is here , far away from the mortal world, but Shaolin is the world's largest martial arts master. I don't think you will have the opportunity to condense into the golden body of Arhat in the future, dominate the world, and transcend the sea of suffering in the world. Moreover, you are destined to be a Buddha, and an unknown old monk will give you a jade Buddha pendant.
At this point, he seemed to feel that the possibility was too slim, and felt ashamed. His voice gradually became lower, and after a few squirms, he changed his words: Even if it is difficult to achieve a golden body, the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin are magical. , if you can learn a few skills, you will be able to travel freely in the world and enjoy grudges and grudges, wouldn’t you be happy
As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, like a mosquito. In the end, he simply raised his left hand, covered his face, turned around and left, leaving only a long sigh like smoke.
Watching the horse-faced man's back disappear into the dense forest in a few seconds, Meng Qi, who was confused by his nagging words, just wanted to ask:
Uncle, who are you
Simply baffling
At this time, Meng Qi realized that he was no longer in a familiar place, but in an extremely strange environment.
A place similar to ancient my country
I just stayed up late and watched the World Cup. As for this, I was transported back in time as soon as I woke up.
Meng Qi didn't doubt who was playing this prank, nor did he think it was in a costume shooting studio, because when the horse-faced man hid his face and walked away just now, although his steps were messy and hasty, as if there was an evil ghost behind him, but his speed was so fast. Fast, like a frightened horse, absolutely impossible for ordinary people to do
At first glance, Meng Qi, a martial arts master, judged based on his experience on television.
Namo Amitabha, follow me into the temple. Just when Meng Qi's thoughts started to become active, a deep Buddha's chant suddenly sounded from behind, which scared him so much that he almost screamed.
When has there been someone behind me
I don't feel anything at all
After turning around, Meng Qi saw a monk in yellow-brown monk's robes. He was extremely tall, but as thin as a bamboo pole. His facial features were unremarkable, but his eyes held a lingering look. He is depressed, which makes it difficult to judge his age. He can be in his forties or fifties, and he is certainly in his early thirties.
Seeing that Meng Qi noticed him, the monk in yellow didn't say anything more. He signaled with his eyes, turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the temple.
With yellow walls, black tiles, and dark red doors, the front of this temple is no different from the temple Meng Qi once visited, except that it is much larger and wider.
What shocked Meng Qi was that above the gate, there was a gilt horizontal plaque with three large characters similar to regular script:
Shaolin Temple
It’s actually the Shaolin Temple
The characters here are actually similar to ancient regular script characters but slightly different.
When he first came to a strange and strange place, Meng Qi didn't dare to ask questions. He held back his surprise and confusion and followed the monk in yellow.
It wasn't until this moment that Meng Qi realized that he had short hands and short legs. After looking at it carefully, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried and thought: A different kind of rejuvenation.
Judging from the size and fairness of the palms and the jade pendant worn on the waist, this body is probably under fourteen years old and is pampered.
I wonder what this body looks like. Only good-looking people have youth.
In the Shaolin Temple, the ancient Buddha with green lanterns, what else does youth need
I don’t know if I can refuse to enter the temple, but with my small body now, I can’t survive without Shaolin. This is a world with martial arts. I wonder if there are any demons and monsters. In many ancient records, the rich and powerful families breed prostitutes. Tong Chengfeng
According to the horse-faced uncle, even if this Shaolin is not that Shaolin, it is still a master of martial arts. It also has seventy-two unique skills. I wonder if there is a Yi Jin Jing.
In the past, I often fantasized about becoming a great hero, enjoying revenge and vengeance. Now there is hope, but why am I still unhappy? My computer, mobile phone, network, and family
It seems good to learn some martial arts. Well, what is the Arhat's Golden Body
Meng Qi seemed to be following the monk in yellow calmly, passing the monks in gray and yellow, but no one knew that the messy thoughts in his heart were disturbing him and he couldn't stop at all.
No matter how wandering his thoughts were, Meng Qi could only recognize the reality in the end. Considering the age of his body and the situation of being abandoned, he could only learn martial arts in the Shaolin Temple for a period of time with peace of mind.
I don’t know if I can return to secular life with my art in the future. I can give up drinking, but I can’t give up eating meat. Meng Qi felt that he was really far-sighted, taking one step at a time and seeing a hundred steps, and he had already begun to think about what would happen after he completed his studies.
Along the way, the monk in yellow did not pass through the main hall where the Buddha statues were enshrined. Instead, he went around from both sides. After passing several courtyards, he opened the door of a main hall for the first time.
The door opened with a creak, and Meng Qi looked around and saw dozens of children under the age of fifteen. The youngest was probably only eight or nine years old. They were sitting cross-legged on the futon, focusing on a broad-faced man above them. Big-eared monk, this monk also wears yellow clothes, has a serious expression, and holds a ruler in his hand.
Namo Amitabha, Brother Xuanzang, what are you doing here? This broad-faced, big-eared monk has a deep voice.
Tsk, you can definitely sing bel canto. The more nervous Meng Qi became, the more he couldn't help but think about it. At the same time, he learned about the name of the bamboo pole monk Xuanzang who took him to the temple.
Xuanzang announced the Buddha's name in a low voice and said: Junior Brother Xuanku, this is the child I mentioned before.
He was frank and had no intention of confessing in private at all. The only drawback was that his voice was dry and unpleasant, which was very different from Xuan Ku.
Xuanku glanced at Meng Qi and said without a smile: "Come in order."
Meng Qi looked at him unclearly, while Xuanzang next to him pointed at an empty futon: waiting to be asked.
yes. Meng Qi was someone who had worked for several years, so he could understand this situation, so he quickly imitated other children to sit cross-legged on the futon.
Xuan Ku didn't look at Meng Qi anymore. Holding a ruler in his hand, he asked a certain child: "What's your lay name? Why did you join me in Shaolin?"
This child was probably in his early ten years, with red lips and white teeth, handsome appearance, but a bit dull expression: My name is Fang Aqi. I was sold to a monk because I didn't have enough to eat.
Phew, several children laughed out loud. They were all the older ones. Fang Aqi's answer was like scolding a bald donkey in front of the monk. It seemed like there was something wrong with his head.
Xuan Ku frowned and said with a slightly dark face: "Don't use your lay name in the future. Your dharma name is Zhen Hui and you will be admitted to the Court of Miscellaneous Workers."
A slight sound of inhalation came from the mouths of several older and sensible children, and their expressions told Meng Qi that this courtyard did not seem to be a good place to be.
Fang Ah Qi is true wisdom, and true wisdom is Fang Ah Qi. Fang Ah Qi, who is already true wisdom, recited in a low voice.
Xuan Ku looked away and turned to a relatively older child: "Why do you have a common name? Why did you join me in Shaolin?"
The child must be thirteen or fourteen years old. His expression was slightly nervous, but he still answered fluently: "Reporting to the master, my disciple's surname is Liu Mingzhi. He was sent to Shaolin because his family admired Buddhism and martial arts."
They are children who have been carefully selected and have pretty good bones.
Xuan Ku nodded slightly: It's quite honest. If you only say that you admire Buddhism, then you will be sent to the Monk Academy. From today on, you will be admitted to the Wu Monk Academy with the name Zhende.
Uncle Xie Xuanku. Zhende said with his hands clasped together.
According to what he knows, once he has a dharma title, according to the order of emptiness in the heart and profound purity of wisdom, he can directly call Xuanku his uncle before he has a formal master.
Xuan Ku didn't nod for his cleverness, but directly passed him and started asking other children.
Zhende's heart condensed. It seemed that Master Xuanku was just like the rumors. He was an extremely upright man and could not be moved by flattery.
In response to Xuan Ku's inquiry, Meng Qi initially had a leisurely attitude of just watching the excitement, but suddenly, his expression froze.
What is my name
What is this body called
Meng Qi scratched his head and scratched his head, but he could never remember the name of this body. He didn't even inherit a memory.
It's impossible to say Meng Qi directly, Xuanzang is still watching.
He must know the origin and name of this body
I have to find a way to fool him.
In front of Xuan Ku, who seemed to be very strict and serious, Meng Qi did not dare to say anything, did not dare to trick Xuan Zang quietly, did not dare to pretend to have lost his memory, and could only silently think of other ways to avoid exposing the fact that he had traveled through time. It seemed that here There is a real Arhat
Why is the layman’s name why he joined me in Shaolin? Before Meng Qi could come up with a good idea, Xuan Ku stood in front of him holding a ruler in his hand.
Meng Qi opened his mouth, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration and blurted out: Now that he has entered Shaolin, his common name has been forgotten.
After answering, Meng Qi secretly applauded himself. He was so witty and so close to the true meaning of Buddhism.
Xuanku looked at Meng Qi carefully, shook the ruler in his hand twice, and said sternly without asking for the answer to the last question:
If he is too scheming, he will be admitted to the Court of Miscellaneous Workers, and his dharma title will be confirmed.