The dining hall in the courtyard is simple and old-fashioned, with wooden tables and stools, and green lights shining on people's faces.
You didn't know it by looking at it, but you were shocked when you saw it. When Meng Qi entered the hall, he realized that there were fifty or sixty monks in total. From this point of view, the number of monks in Shaolin was probably thousands.
Among the dusty monks' robes, no one noticed Meng Qi and other new novice monks. They each sat on a bench, waiting for the handyman monk on duty to come in carrying a food box.
Junior brother, sit here. Meng Qi has a great secret and is trapped in a strange place. It is rare to have Zhenhui to accompany him, so he has an adult mentality and takes good care of Zhenhui, which can be regarded as a way to relieve his fear of life.
Zhenhui's expression was always serious, and there was no hint of timidity. She sat down opposite Meng Qi generously, her eyes focused on the nearby food box.
This child won't be so hungry before, right? Meng Qi whispered quietly, suspecting that Zhenhui's IQ was flawed, otherwise he wouldn't be so dull.
The handyman monks who were on duty finally arrived at Meng Qi's table with their food boxes. When the lid was opened, the aroma filled their nostrils and penetrated into their hearts.
It smelled so good that Meng Qi couldn't help but admire it and thought suspiciously: Is it because the chefs in Shaolin are really very good or because I'm too hungry
The handyman bent down and took out the food from the food box and placed it on the table one by one. Meng Qi looked at it and was stunned. This, it seemed, might be meat.
In the simple sea bowl in the center, the fat and oily lumps must be meat.
But this is a monk temple
Meng Qi picked up the chopsticks in disbelief, intending to pick up a piece to taste, but with a few swishes, chopsticks stretched out diagonally from the left and right sides, and what seemed to be meat in the bowl was immediately reduced by a whole layer. The handyman monks at this table are all extraordinary in grabbing food.
Seeing Zhenhui bite her mouth full of oil, Meng Qi became more and more sure of his guess. While sighing that they could really snatch it, he took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
Fat but not greasy, it melts in your mouth and has an excellent taste. It is truly a delicious food on earth.
But tmd is really meaty
Meng Qi felt that only swear words could express his current mood. One was to cheer for his own taste, and the other was to express his unbelievable mood.
Hello, little junior brother. Meng Qi called Zhenhui in a low voice.
Zhenhui moved her chopsticks like flying, her mouth kept moving, and her pretty face was full of concentration: Hmm
This is meat! Meng Qi felt that he had the obligation to remind his junior brother not to fall into the trap and violate the precepts.
Zhenhui nodded sincerely and said vaguely: It's meat.
I'm not asking you. Meng Qi felt that it was a little difficult to communicate with Zhenhui.
At this time, someone next to me said coldly: Before I regain my consciousness, I should only abstain from eating meat and spicy food.
Isn't meat just meat? Meng Qi asked subconsciously, and then he realized that his roommate Zhen Guan was sitting next to him.
Zhenguan didn't stop eating, and said with a slight sarcasm: "Look, you are a child of a noble family, but you can't even understand the word "鍤""
This hit Meng Qi's weakness, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment. Suddenly, a young monk with a clear face diagonally in front of him smiled and said: "Hunxin" refers to things such as onions and garlic with a strong flavor, and does not specifically refer to meat. However, in the past hundred years, people have often used Junior brother doesn't know that it is normal to replace meat with meat.
Meng Qi nodded gratefully, and the young monk continued: My Buddhist sect originally only prohibited killing animals and meat, but not eating meat. Later, I became compassionate and gradually banned it. However, I, Shaolin, are the largest martial arts sect in the world, and my disciples do a lot of physical fitness. If there is less meat and no spiritual herbs and elixirs to supplement it, the body will inevitably be damaged. Therefore, the Shaolin precepts say that before enlightenment, the disciples should adhere to the original intention and only abstain from eating meat and spicy food, but not killing.
In other words, just ask lay disciples or farmers down the mountain to slaughter them. Meng Qi roughly understood what was going on. As a martial arts and Buddhist sect, Shaolin must consider the condition of the disciples in the physical stage of physical exertion, so they borrowed the original intention of Buddhism and opened a wide net.
Seeing that the young monk's conversation was unusual and clear, Meng Qi felt fond of him and asked with a smile: "I don't know my brother's name?"
Mantra. The young monk also kept holding the wooden chopsticks in his hands.
Meng Qi then asked: Junior brother is really determined, dare I ask senior brother, what is the meaning of enlightenment
He was relying on his young body and could completely shirk the problem because he had not yet been taught by his family to forcefully solve the problem.
Zhenyan laughed loudly and pointed to the wooden table with his left hand: We will know later, so take care of your food and drink first.
Meng Qi followed his finger and saw that the seven or eight bowls of dishes on the table were already half empty.
I rub these bitches, they don't even wait for me
After cursing secretly, Meng Qi picked up his wooden chopsticks and joined the food grabbing team.
After finally eating, Meng Qi wiped his mouth and returned to the meditation room with Zhenhui as if taking a walk after dinner.
Hey, to be honest, the quality of this meal is still a bit low. At first, I thought it was delicious because I was too hungry. Meng Qi touched his belly, burped, and commented on this dinner.
Zhenhui thought about it seriously: What I have eaten before is not as good as this time, but since you think it is a little worse, senior brother, it must be a little worse.
Ah, you believe me so much. Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui spoke in a very orderly manner and felt that he seemed to be saved, so he curiously followed his words and asked.
Zhenhui raised her hand and touched her bald head, and said a little embarrassedly: "Senior brother, I think you are a good person and you don't hate me as much as others, so I trust you."
On the relationship between childhood experiences and mental illness, this content came to Meng Qi’s mind for some reason.
Just when he was about to brag again and establish a glorious image of his senior brother, Xuan Xin came over with a shy belly: Hey, you two, go clean the yard. I will expand your world knowledge for you, uncle.
After seeing and hearing about Zengguang Jianghu, Meng Qi suddenly became interested. After asking where the brooms were stored, he called Zhenhui and went to the utility room in the corner of the yard.
As a handyman monk, you must be aware of being assigned things at any time. Meng Qi does not object to this, as long as it is not too excessive and not specifically targeted. Just like when studying or working, the class teacher or boss assigns tasks and arranges It’s not uncommon to do some general cleaning.
Brushing, brushing, the broom swept across the gray stone tile floor, raising dust and removing fallen leaves.
Meng Qi and Zhenhui's underdeveloped bodies were a bit reluctant to swing the brooms, but it was quite easy. After all, the yard was cleaned frequently and it was not too dirty.
While sweeping, Meng Qi suddenly came up with a strange and interesting idea. He immediately smiled and put on an old voice: "Junior brother, are we Shaolin sweeping monks?"
Tsk, the path to advancement for a generation of masters.
Well, the sweeping monk. Zhenhui continued scanning without raising her head.
Meng Qi's smile stuck on his lips, he sighed, and thought to himself: It's boring if you don't understand the meaning.
After gathering his mood, Meng Qi cooperated with Zhenhui to clean the yard before dark. Then he saw the gray-clothed monks carrying the stools from the dining hall into the yard, and they went about their business in a chaotic and orderly manner. Place and sit down.
Very skilled. Meng Qi wondered if Xuan Xin often enriched everyone's knowledge.
At dusk, Xuanxin, who was slick with food, staggered out of his meditation room. Immediately, several monks came to greet him. They were setting up stools and lighting lamps, and they were very attentive.
Senior brother, what is the world? The dull Zhenhui seems to be a little interested in this.
This, this, it's a long story. I'll explain it to you slowly after Uncle Xuanxin talks about it. Meng Qi, who had just arrived, had no time to explain complicated terms to Zhen Hui. He sat on the bench and waited for Xuan Xin to start.
Xuanxin looked around and was satisfied with the eager expression. She coughed and said: Today I will continue to tell you about the battle I experienced in Jiangzhou City.
Speaking of which, the Flying Yaksha Yanwuwu and the Ice Fairy Ye Yuqi are both famous figures on the Earth Ranking. That battle was fought over hundreds of miles of bare ground and the river was frozen. I, Master, am so merciful, how could I endure it? Seeing that all the people were suffering, he proclaimed the Buddha's name in order to resolve the personal grudges between the two.
He spoke with great joy, but the monks below had different expressions. Most of them were half disdain and half expectation.
When Uncle Xuanxin was so powerful and listened to the anecdotes of Jianghu, Zhenhui was much more active than usual, and seemed to be as interested in it as food.
The snoozing monk in the front row really didn't even look back, and said as thinly as a mosquito fly: Feitian Yaksha Yanwuwo is the leader of Jiangzuo Zombie Fist, and Ice Fairy Ye Yuqi is the wife and sister of Mr. Lu Da of Thrush Villa in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. They are all here. The top thirty on the earth list are similar to the first of my two houses of Bodhidharma in Shaolin.
Monk Meng Qi, the first of the two houses of Bodhidharma and the deacon of the auxiliary house, immediately understood that Xuan Xin was bragging. Of course, he was bragging very skillfully and skillfully grafted the major events that had happened onto himself.
This sleepy monk Zhenying is actually more knowledgeable than the cold and cold monk Zhenguan.
Zhenhui continued to ask blankly: Uncle Xuanxin is so powerful.
He couldn't understand the underlying meaning of Zhen Ying at all.
Meng Qi tugged at his monk's robe and whispered: "The first one is much more powerful than Master Xuanxin."
But Zhenhui also wanted to ask why Uncle Xuanxin could stop this battle if he was not powerful, but Meng Qi waved his hand to stop him and asked him to go back and ask again, so as not to be overheard by Xuanxin and get angry and punished.
Xuan Xin was frothing at the mouth. It took a while to finish telling the anecdote about thousands of families becoming Buddhas. Finally, she looked at Meng Qi Zhenhui and other new novice monks: Do you have anything to ask about the world? Uncle Master, I know everything.
Meng Qi hurriedly said: "Uncle Xuanxin, we know very little about the affairs of the Jianghu. When you talk like this, many of them can't be understood."
It makes sense. If you don't understand it, you won't be able to truly feel my authority. Xuan Xin nodded and cleared his throat. Let me first introduce you to the common sense of the world, starting with our four major Buddhist temples.
Thank you, Master Xuanxin. Meng Qi said happily.
Xuanxin proudly said: Although there are many martial arts sects and sects in the world, when it comes to those who are the masters of martial arts, today there are only four Buddhist temples, three Taoist sects, six sword-holding sects, six masters in the world, nine demons, and ten aristocratic families. Four, and the inheritance left by each of the six heretical masters.
When talking about the six heretic masters, he looked unsure, but this did not prevent him from continuing: The four Buddhist temples are the Shaolin Temple of the Jin Dynasty, the Shuiyue Temple of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, the King Kong Temple of the Western Regions, and the Lanke Temple.
When he mentioned Lanke Temple, he paused again, showing a look of uncertainty, and then said in an angry tone, "Uncle Master, I have never understood why Lanke Temple is included in the four Buddhist temples. Where are they?" No one knows about it, his descendants rarely travel around the world, and there is no world-famous deeds at all.
Other monks seemed to have heard this statement for the first time, and they all asked curiously: In this case, why is Lanke Temple included in the four major Buddhist temples
Xuanxin began to feel proud again, and said ostentatiously: It is said that when the abbot was traveling in the world, he once met a descendant of Lanke Temple. Later, he only said one thing about this matter: If there is fate, Lanke Temple is just around the corner, but if there is no fate, Lanke Temple is just a short distance away. , so close to the end of the world.
The end of the world is so close, the end of the world is so close
So mysterious
Including Meng Qi, all the monks in gray were shocked, confused, curious and frightened.
Seeing that she had shocked the handyman monks, Xuanxin chuckled: Let's get down to business, let's talk about our Shaolin Temple first.
Tens of thousands of years ago, the demons and Buddhas were in chaos and were suppressed by the Buddha. However, the palms of the Tathagata were scattered across the world and disappeared. Two thousand years ago, Bodhidharma, the ancestor of Shaolin, came from the southern wasteland and crossed the river with a reed. Only after obtaining the third form of the Tathagata Divine Palm, one of the supreme secrets of Buddhism, was reappeared in the world.
Although there is no general outline, Patriarch Bodhidharma has the talent given by nature. He has been facing the wall for ten years. From the third form of Tathagata Divine Palm, he has understood the Yi Jin Jing and many secrets. He has created my Shaolin lineage. In just a hundred years, he has become the world's leading martial arts master. Afterwards, through the joint efforts of generations of ancestors and monks, our Shaolin has seventy-two secrets. Even if it is the same treasure as the Yi Jin Jing, it also has the Great Dream Sutra and the Moko Demon Subduing Fist. Specifically, it is Which patriarch or divine monk created it will be discussed later.
What about the Demon Buddha, what about Tathagata Palm, what about the Great Dream Sutra and Moko's Demon-Suppressing Fist. Hearing this, Meng Qi's heart swayed, and he suddenly felt yearning. The martial arts in this world may not be as simple as he imagined. There are gods and Buddhas. Of course, it might just be a legend.
Cough, Xuanxin suddenly coughed and said with a smile: It’s late at night, we’ll talk about the rest tomorrow.
After saying that, he immediately stood up and walked into the meditation room.
This, this is so appetizing, right? Meng Qi was about to hear about the Seventy-Two Secrets of Secrets, the Vajra Temple and other things, but now he was really scratching his head and feeling itchy, but Xuan Xin had already left.
After cleaning up the yard, Meng Qi and Zhenhui returned to the meditation room silently. Zhenguan and Zhenying were already asleep, and the sound of breathing lasted for a long time.
The two of them did not speak. They each took off their shoes and socks and lay down on the bunks, as if they were still immersed in the martial arts world that Xuan Xin just described.
Junior brother, are you willing to be a handyman monk all the time, unable to learn the unique skills of Shaolin? In the silence, Meng Qi suddenly asked in a low voice.
Zhenhui said doubtfully: Senior brother, what does it mean to be willing
Just happy, happy, liking it, not wanting more. Meng Qi once again found it difficult to communicate with the child Zhenhui.
Zhenhui said, "I am very happy to be able to eat, sleep, work, and listen to Uncle Xuanxin telling stories. It is much better than before."
As he spoke, he added: It would be even better if you could learn the Tathagata Palm.
Phew, Meng Qi almost spit out his saliva. I really don't know if Zhenhui is willing to accept this or not.
Meng Qi slowed down for a moment and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that Zhenhui's breathing had become lighter and she had fallen asleep.
The entire Zen room was completely quiet, with only a few gentle breathing sounds, which made the night deeper and more serene.
The bright moon hung high outside the window, casting a layer of silvery white in front of the shop, like frost.
Meng Qi looked at this quiet and peaceful scene, and all the things in the past suddenly couldn't be suppressed. They all came to his heart, and emotions such as longing, sadness, confusion, and self-pity came one after another.
There was no time to think so much during the day, so this quiet night was particularly ecstatic.
The past that couldn't be let go, the heart-wrenching farewell, made Meng Qi unable to sleep for a long time.
It was only at this moment, in this situation, that he truly understood the true meaning of Qinglian layman's poem.
There was bright moonlight in front of the window, and it was suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, lower your head to think about your hometown.
Looking at the cold moon outside the window, Meng Qi was momentarily fascinated.