Meng Qi was originally worried about not finding a chance to leave the Monk Academy, but unexpectedly he was suddenly told that he could report to the Monk Academy tomorrow. It was like walking on the road and suddenly being hit by a pie falling from the sky. He was dizzy, surprised and happy, and the element of surprise was much higher than the element of joy, so for a moment, his expression was blank and he forgot how to answer.
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Xuan Chi was not surprised by Meng Qi's reaction, and said in a deep but deep voice: Zhang Yuanshan of the Zhenwu Sect, and Jiang Zhiwei of the Xijiange Pavilion all praised Senior Brother Zhike for your understanding of etiquette, your ability to advance and retreat, your conversational skills, and your ability to exercise restraint. It is rare for a benefactor from another sect to praise me, a Shaolin monk, so much that he allows you to enter the Wu Monk Academy to hone your martial arts skills and serve as a guest monk in the future.
As a knowledgeable monk from a martial arts sect, his martial arts must be of a certain standard to prevent him from losing his dignity.
I, the disciple, just tried my best to restrain myself. Meng Qi finally understood what was going on. While secretly grateful to Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei for their help, he fully expressed the joy in his heart.
As a knowledgeable guest, it is the most important thing to restrain oneself, not to be rashly angry, and not to lose the dignity of the sect. Xuan Chi replied to Meng Qi nonchalantly, then turned around and left, looking proudly as he walked, walking like a dragon and a tiger, not like a monk, but like a hero who has been in the world for many years.
Xuan Ku took a deep look at Meng Qi and said calmly: After entering the Wu Monk Academy, all the tricks are useless. Only by understanding the Zen principles, being calm and calm, not being anxious or discouraged, and practicing hard can you be on the right path. In this regard, , Zhenhui is better than you.
Meng Qi could hear the implication of his words and suspected that he was just trying to please Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei and other guests in order to escape from the Servant House. In the final analysis, he was still too scheming.
If you don’t hear or see something and just make assumptions about whether it exists or not, it’s like Uncle Xuan Ku. If you continue to be obsessed with it, you will be like falling into the endless hell. Meng Qi has never been one to let others be wronged. If there is nothing else to worry about, he will fight if there is reason.
He originally wanted to quote Buddhist scriptures to answer, but for more than half a year, he was still in the stage of learning Sanskrit and reciting morning mantras. He had not yet learned the scriptures. For a while, he could only refute in the most familiar way. .
At the end, Meng Qi specially put his hands together solemnly: Namo Amitabha.
Your Xuanku eyes widened, obviously you didn't expect that Meng Qi would sarcastically talk about you, and every word of it was reasonable, leaving him at a loss as to how to refute it.
If you don't have a Zen mind and try to use your words to gain advantage, you will be expelled from Shaolin in the future. He replied with a cold face, turned around and left. If you hadn't used your sweet words and worked hard to please the guests from various sects, why would they help you, a little handyman, to speak for you? There is no causeless effect in this world.
Alas, Uncle Xuanku was too far-fetched and would inevitably fall into the devil's path in the future. Meng Qi secretly used his words to show off, but Xuanku was extremely fast and had already disappeared from the square.
At this time, Zhenhui held the broom tightly with both hands and looked at Meng Qi doubtfully: Senior brother, we are going to the Monk Academy.
Of course, you just realized it. Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui in shock. He had been talking to Xuanchi Xuanku for a while. This kind of reaction speed is too shocking.
Zhenhui showed an innocent smile: she was one step closer to the Tathagata's palm.
Phew, Meng Qi spat out and had to admit that he couldn't keep up with the fool's train of thought.
However, he quickly cheered up and said to Zhenhui happily: The palm of Tathagata is too far away. When we achieve the goal of accumulating energy in the Monk Academy, we will be able to practice the seventy-two stunts. By then, I must learn to hold flowers. It refers to the unexplained calamity, refers to crossing the river with a reed, and other unique skills.
Why? Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi in confusion, wondering why he had to choose these martial arts.
Meng Qi said with high spirits: Because these martial arts are so chic and elegant that the future
He originally wanted to say something like fluttering white clothes and a long sword like lightning, but then he remembered that this was the Shaolin Temple, so he slightly changed his imagined future:
Junior brother, didn’t I tell you the story of the flowerless monk? To be a monk, you must achieve this level. Think about it, in the future, a small boat will be floating, the white monk’s robe will be like snow, and he will stand with a smile and hold flowers. What a master. Fan is so cool and handsome. Hey, when you meet someone you don't like, you can say to him: Donor, the sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find a safe place.
The more he spoke, the more energetic he became, but suddenly he thought of the iron cloth-shirted Five Tigers' Door-Breaking Knife, and his expression suddenly darkened, and his interest dropped slightly.
It doesn't matter, this is just a temporary measure, and it will definitely not develop like this in the future. Meng Qi comforted himself quietly and regained his interest. But just when he was about to continue talking, the man next to him suddenly interrupted:
Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhending and Junior Brother Zhenhui for escaping from the endless misery of the Monk Court, but I have to remind you that the Warrior Monk Court is not a pure land of bliss. After accumulating Qi, only the disciples selected by the uncles of each master can learn the Seventy For the second stunt, the remaining monks will stay in the Wu Monk Academy and continue to practice the Dragon Subduing Stick Technique as a member of the Arhat Formation. Therefore, you must not be careless.
There was a smile on his face, but Meng Qi felt that his smile was forced, and there was a sour taste in his words.
Thanks for the reminder, senior brother. Meng Qi could well understand Zhenyan's mood at this moment. If it were him, who had lived as a handyman for more than three years, looking forward to entering the monks' academy day and night but could not get it, but the new junior brothers around him were suddenly freed from the sea of suffering, I'm afraid he would laugh more than cry. Still ugly.
In silence all the way, with Zhenhui giggling from time to time, the three of them returned to the courtyard.
Meng Qi knew that he was surrounded by poor people who were similar to the mantra, so he stopped showing off to avoid irritating them.
At dinner time, Meng Qi also specifically told Zhen Hui not to talk nonsense.
Bang bang bang, just when Meng Qi was enjoying the meat, a burst of applause came from the door.
Meng Qi turned around and saw Monk Xuanxin walking in. He smiled brightly and clapped his hands: It's not easy, it's not easy in our Monk Academy. Today, two disciples were finally selected into the Monk Academy.
The sound of wooden chopsticks falling on the long table or on the ground kept ringing. Except for Meng Qi, Zhenhui and Zhenyan, all the handyman monks were frozen in place as if time had been frozen. In the dining hall, there appeared There was an eerie silence.
True concentration, true wisdom, don’t you say something
Following Xuan Xin's words, all the handyman monks who had turned into statues came to life. They turned to look at Meng Qi and Zhen Hui. Their eyes were dim and difficult to see, which made Meng Qi a little frightened. Feel.
Thank you, Uncle Xuanxin, for arranging your disciples to clean the Chanxinyuan. Meng Qi knew that the reason could not be hidden from Xuan Xin, so he said this deliberately.
Xuan Xin chuckled and said: You are also alert and good at eloquence. I know you like to hear allusions from Jianghu. Don’t forget this in the future. Hey, you see what Zhending and Zhenhui are doing and don’t congratulate them.
A handyman monk slowly stood up, smiled uglier than crying and said: Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhending and Junior Brother Zhenhui for becoming a warrior monk.
Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhending and Junior Brother Zhenhui for becoming a warrior monk. The other monks also stood up, and different voices echoed in the shrine. Some were self-pitying, some were bitter, some were resentful, some were in pain, some were envious, some were jealous, and so on. .
Meng Qi sighed softly: Junior brother, I just received the blessing of the Buddha. All senior brothers worship the Buddha sincerely, and you will be rewarded in the future.
As long as you, fellow seniors, concentrate on cleaning, eating, and sleeping, you will definitely be able to enter the Monk Monastery. Zhenhui said stupidly.
Meng Qi knew that this was the real method, but looking at the expressions of the monks, they sneered and hated, but they didn't believe it at all. If they hadn't known that Zhenhui was a kindhearted person, they might still have thought that Zhenhui was honest and upright. Laughing at them.
Putting his hands together and pronouncing the Buddha's name, Meng Qi took Zhenhui to sit down and ate hard. The dinner ended in such an atmosphere of unspeakable silence, and Xuan Xin's storytelling also began in this atmosphere. .
Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, senior brothers know that you are not things in the pool. When you arrive at the Wu Monk Academy, remember to take care of each other. Zhenyong, who came to listen as usual, said with a smile.
Meng Qi was already familiar with him and said honestly and politely: Senior brother Zhenyong, you should pay more attention to your junior brother.
Zhenyong smiled and said: In fact, the brothers in the Wu Monk Academy love to hear allusions from Jianghu, but they are not as shameless as me. They just wait for me to tell them when I go back. Therefore, senior brother, I can be considered a three-point thinner in the Wu Monk Academy, haha. As long as you often talk about similar things, they won't make things difficult for you.
This is my strength. Meng Qi nodded gently, and Zhenhui nodded vigorously. I also know many stories.
Xuan Xin coughed and stopped the whispers below: "Don't take it to heart today's tribute to the various sects. This is just because I, Shaolin, pay attention to etiquette, not because we are really afraid of them. Think about it." There are only three Dharma-tall people in the Jin Dynasty, and I, Shaolin, am one of them. Who among the other sects can compete with us
Do you know what is the most sensational thing in the world in the past ten years
This monk was quite proud of Shaolin, so he looked down on other sects. Meng Qi secretly shook his head and replied loudly: We don't know, please let Master Xuanxin know.
The rest of the monks also responded feebly.
Xuan Xin didn't care about their state and continued proudly: Decades ago, a peerless genius emerged from the Mie Tian Clan in the Nine Paths of Demons. He condensed the demon body before he was fifty. He was almost as tall as the demons in the mythical era. Comparable to the emperor. His surname is Han Mingguang, he calls himself a magician, and he is powerful in the world. No one dares to disobey him. However, it can be said that the magician has done too many evil things and suffered the consequences. Less than a year after he formed the demon body, he was exposed. Intercepted by the abbot.
In that battle nine years ago, the earth cracked and mountains collapsed, the sky was dark, and a large lake appeared in the center of the Taiyue Mountains. Only Master Abbot came out alive. It was rumored that the magician had been killed or suppressed by him.
After this battle, my Shaolin reputation completely overshadowed other sects.
Xuan Xin kept boasting about the prestigious history of the eminent monks, which made Meng Qi and others very excited and wished they could take their own lives.
I don’t know when and what day, I and others have the ability to move mountains and seas like this
After listening to Xuan Xin's story, they returned to the meditation room. Zhen Guan and Zhen Ying fell asleep with their heads covered, without paying any attention to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui. Zhen Hui also fell asleep quickly after meditating for a while.
Meng Qi practiced the Iron Cloth Shirt Mental Technique and tossed and turned for a long time before he suppressed his excitement and fell asleep. He was a little envious of Zhenhui's simple thoughts and few distracting thoughts.
The darkness was heavy, and Meng Qi felt that his breathing was getting harder and harder, and his body seemed to be pressed by thick soil.
Is a ghost on the bed? Meng Qi regained some consciousness in his dream, struggled to wake up, and saw a twisted and ferocious face.
Zhenguan grabbed Meng Qi's neck with both hands and pressed him with his body, making him unable to move. His eyes were fierce, but his voice sounded like he was talking in a dream:
kill you, kill you
Steal my chance to enter the martial arts monastery
I can't get in, no one can get in