In an ordinary courtyard, there are thick and majestic bodhi trees growing. The canopy of the trees is like a canopy, bringing a shade of green.
This is the Bodhi Temple in the Shaolin Temple, which aims to study Buddhism and realize the Zen mind. It has always been known as the Bodhi Temple, which is dedicated to martial arts. Moreover, the elders in the temple all have terrifying martial arts skills and are beyond the ordinary level. They are no better than the monks in the Bodhi Temple. A little worse, he can almost be called a living Arhat.
The reason is that Shaolin belongs to the lineage of Buddhism, and most of the magical skills require a clear mind of Zen. The more profound the Buddha's teachings are, the more you can understand the truth and advance by leaps and bounds.
In a Zen room with only about a dozen futons in the Bodhi Courtyard, an old monk who looked like a dead tree with slender eyebrows and beard knocked on the wooden fish in front of him, and said in a hollow voice: Brother Xuanbei, why do you insist on accepting that Zhending as a treasure? only
Before Xuanbei, who was handsome but full of melancholy, could speak, a kind-hearted old monk next to him said leisurely: Nephew Xuanbei, I have no objection to you accepting Zhenhui as your disciple. Being single-minded and consistent, it coincides with the true meaning of the Buddha's Dharma. It is obvious that he is living in Suhui. However, when he was in the servants' courtyard, he was out-tempered and very scheming. When he arrived at the monks' academy, he bullied the weak again, which was not in line with the intention of compassion. Such a mind, An Neng I am the direct descendant of Shaolin
The old monk with no eyebrows and withered hair who spoke first followed up and said: "True Dingli has great merits, but the things that can be passed on directly must be based on one's mind and nature. Not to mention being smart and simple, there is no scheming. At least, he cannot be domineering or bullying the weak. According to my opinion, it is better to let him." He chose a breath-charging chapter of a special skill as a reward.
The elders of Bodhi Temple and Bodhi Temple will secretly observe the monks in the Monk Temple and the Wu Monk Temple, and then make judgments based on the comments given by the deacon monks to avoid entrusting the direct inheritance to others.
Of course, this can only avoid the possibility of betraying the temple and betraying the Buddha to the greatest extent. Throughout the ages, there have always been monks who have fallen after traveling in the world of mortals, and there are also indispensable bad disciples who are good at superficial skills but in fact have extremely bad intentions, just like those in Bodhidharma Monastery. , there are several eminent monks with paranoid personalities, but for the disciples who have been directly passed down, Shaolin tries its best to use Buddhist teachings to influence and correct them, so as to save those who have lost their way.
Because he often frowned, Xuanbei could see wrinkles between his eyebrows and at the corners of his eyes. He looked in front of the void and said: "Masters and uncles, I am really not bullying the weak in the Monk Academy." Zhen Ding used to run rampant in the martial arts hall and often bullied others. What Zhen Ding did was an act of injustice. Although his methods were wrong, his character was not wrong.
He is a monk on the way, and his customary terminology is closer to that of a martial arts hero.
The monks present here are all eminent monks of the no-name generation, so he calls him "Master Uncle, Shishu". There are less than one palm monk alive in the temple.
Fighting violence with violence is not the true intention of our Buddha. The kind-hearted old monk shook his head.
The monk with a browless and withered face said neither happy nor angry: "My nephew Xuanbei, why don't you take a moment and let Zhen Ding hone his temper in the monk's courtyard for a period of time, trying to smooth out his temperament as much as possible."
Xuan Bei turned to look at the old monk and clasped his hands respectfully: Zhen Ding is young, susceptible to contamination, and has an out-of-touch temperament. He cannot be polished off blindly. Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and I also ask Master Wusi Boyun to be his disciple. beg.
The haggard and eyebrowless old monk is Wusi, the head of the Bodhi Temple, and is the first disciple of the abbot Kongwen. change.
The kind-hearted old monk lowered his face and said: "How can you study Buddhism if you can't stand the grinding? Master Xuanbei, why on earth do you insist on accepting him as a disciple?"
It’s the same old problem again.
Xuanbei looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose at his heart, but he didn't speak or answer.
Wu Si knocked on the wooden fish and said: "Junior Brother Wu Xiang, accepting disciples is your own business. We don't need to say more. Junior Brother Xuan Bei must take on this responsibility in the future."
The implication is that if your disciple makes a big mistake, you, the master who forcibly accepted the disciple, will also be punished for it.
Xuanbei nodded slowly: Disciple knows.
Looking at the dense and pure Bodhi tree, Meng Qi was a little excited and a little uneasy, because relying on the Bodhi Court reward, he did not redeem his major in the reincarnation world. If his wish came true, his development expectations would be greatly stagnated. It is difficult to make a leap forward, and the next reincarnation mission will be very dangerous.
Normally, whether it is the Baoyu Pear Blossom Needle to complete the Blood Sword Technique, Ganoderma Reinforcing Qi Pills, or the Ananda Pojie Knife Technique to complete the first form, they should be ranked after the major exercises.
Without the rewards from the Bodhi Courtyard, Meng Qi would probably have chosen to major in Kung Fu and complete the first form of Ananda's Pojie Sword Technique. At worst, he would have asked Jiang Zhiwei and other friends to collect some ordinary poison needles and figure out how to refill them himself.
Looking at the bodhi tree, and then at Zhenhui who was walking attentively next to him, Meng Qi had a trace of doubt: If he was here to receive a reward, why should he let his junior brother come with him
This doubt was the source of his anxiety.
Junior brother, what have you been doing lately? Meng Qi couldn't help but ask.
Zhenhui pointed her fingers honestly: morning classes, fetching water, breakfast, literacy, lunch, martial arts training, dinner, meditation, listening to stories, sleeping, senior brother, I did these things, um, and also scolded the Discipline Academy.
That's not the question. Meng Qi looked at the sky speechlessly, do you know why you came to Bodhi Courtyard
Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi with bright eyes: Senior brother, you know
He looked like he wanted to know the answer too.
Well, I don't know either. Meng Qi covered his face and said.
Pushing open the door of the courtyard, the two of them, led by the novice monk, entered a Zen room. There were two monks inside, both eminent monks in yellow robes and red cassocks. One of them looked young, elegant and handsome, but he was full of elegance. With a melancholic temperament, he was exactly the Xuanbei that Meng Qi had seen. He was like a dead tree, with a face full of wrinkles, and his eyebrows and beards were all gone.
Master, Master, Uncle, Zhending and Zhenhui brought them. The novice monk bowed and left.
Lao Na is Wu Si, the head of the Bodhi Courtyard. Hearing what the haggard-looking old monk said, Meng Qi quickly bowed solemnly with his true wisdom.
Wusi's expression was flat and he said: Zhenhui, Xuanbei wants to accept you as his disciple, are you willing
Meng Qi was shocked, but immediately felt relieved. It turned out that he came to Zhenhui because he was favored by Xuanbei, and it had nothing to do with his reward.
Alas, this guy seems stupid, but he is always favored by eminent monks. Meng Qi is slightly envious and jealous, but such emotions quickly calm down. First, he has a very good relationship with Zhenhui and is really happy for him. Second, he He is a person who has hidden great secrets and is not suitable to be a disciple at all. He still has to acquire a unique skill and hide in the crowd among the monks. When he finds the opportunity, he will leave Shaolin.
Zhenhui's dull face first showed an expression of confusion, then joy and hesitation appeared, and she knelt down in the tunnel and said: Disciple is willing, but there is one request.
Others were grateful for their apprenticeship, but no one made any demands. To Zhenhui, a simple-minded child, Wu Si was not annoyed, but instead laughed and cursed.
Xuanbei was not angry and nodded gently: You are also honest and forthright. I don’t know what you are asking for.
I beg Master to also accept Senior Brother Zhending as his disciple. Zhenhui didn't look up, and her voice seemed a little dull.
Ah Meng Qi was shocked again, and then he was moved. Although he was very good to Zhenhui, quite concerned about it, and often taught him, it was mainly because he wanted to relieve the sadness of being alone in a foreign land and the pressure caused by the reincarnation world. To say that he was completely sincere, even he didn’t believe it. He never expected that Zhenhui valued him so much and reciprocated with such sincerity.
The corners of Xuanbei's mouth raised up, like a smile, and his melancholy temperament dissipated a bit: You are a brotherly brother.
After hearing his words, Meng Qi came back to his senses and looked at Zhenhui resentfully, "Junior brother, I know you have good intentions, but, senior brother, I don't want to become a disciple at all. Don't do the wrong thing with good intentions."
After looking at Zhenhui, he looked at Xuanbei with sincere eyes. Don't agree. Don't agree.
Zhending, I can feel your desire. Since Zhenhui asks for permission like this, then I will reluctantly agree. Xuanbei followed suit and agreed. Although the smile on his face was light, there was no gloom at all.
Wu Si didn't say anything, just looked at Xuan Bei's smile and sighed softly. Since entering Shaolin, Xuan Bei's nephew rarely smiles.
There is no need to force it. Meng Qi wants to poke his eyes out, but in this case, it is impossible for him to refuse. After all, if something goes wrong, it will be a monster.
Among a hundred monks, at most one can resist the temptation of an elder to accept a disciple, and that's because there is a better choice.
No matter what, he will find an opportunity to leave the mountain anyway. With the guidance of his master, maybe he can shorten the time. Meng Qi thought with a broken jar, so he knelt down and bowed down: Disciple pays homage to the master.
After some preparations, Meng Qi and Zhen Hui formally worshiped as masters in the Bodhi Courtyard. Many elders and monks from Bodhidharma and Bodhidharma were watching the ceremony, as well as deacons and monks from the Discipline Court and Miscellaneous Courtyard. They registered to make it clear that Meng Qi and Zhenhui were Changes in identity.
When Xuankong walked into the Bodhi Courtyard on behalf of the Discipline Academy and saw Meng Qi and Zhenhui kneeling in front of Xuanbei, his whole face changed color. It was so black that it seemed like water could drip out. His voice was a little trembling and he asked other monks : They want to become apprentices
After receiving a positive reply, he looked dazed, and his heart was filled with annoyance. He had known that Junior Brother Xuanbei had already taken a liking to Zhending and Zhenhui, so why did he have to use tricks to make Zhending stagger the day of selecting his disciples? In this way, he would be resented for nothing.
When Meng Qi saw Xuan Kong like this, his mood suddenly improved, and he was no longer so repelled by becoming a disciple.
Humph, we are such stingy people
After a rather solemn ceremony, Meng Qi and Zhen Hui officially became the direct disciples of Shaolin, and they were also in the lineage of the abbot.
Now that you have become my disciple, you can choose a unique skill as your main practice. If your Zen mind is clear in the future and you understand the true meaning of Buddhism, you may not be able to practice Moko Demon Subduing Fist and the Great Dream Sutra. At the same time, you will also have the opportunity to practice Yi Jin Jing, the inheritance of the true meaning of the third form of the Divine Palm of the Tathagata. After becoming a disciple, as usual, Xuanbei first gave Meng Qi and Zhenhui a bright future.
Of course, among the direct disciples, only one in a hundred would have the chance to get the Guan Shen Palm and practice the Yi Jin Jing.
Meng Qi was slightly excited when he heard this, but after all, he was also a person who had been through life and death several times, so he understood that what followed was just a cake painting, and what really mattered was the main technique selected from the seventy-two stunts.
Well, for a person like me with extraordinary abilities, Master will know at a glance that I am suitable for free and elegant martial arts such as Wuxiang Jie Zhi, Hua Zhi, etc., alas, but I must disappoint him, I am so focused on Meng Qi, who is enjoying the golden bell or the indestructible magical power of the Vajra, thought to himself to comfort himself.
Really sure, you choose the golden bell. Xuanbei said softly.