The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Meng Qi was originally troubled that he couldn't find a chance to leave the academy, but he was suddenly told that he could report to the monk's monastery tomorrow. It was almost like walking on the road and suddenly being hit by a pie falling from the sky. He was dizzy, surprised and happy, and the content of surprise was far higher than joy, so for a moment, he looked dumb and forgot how to answer.

Xuanchi's response to Meng Qi was not unexpected, and his voice was deep but low: "Zhenwu School Zhang Yuanshan and Xijiange Jiang Yanwei all praised you for understanding etiquette, advancing and retreating, speaking well, and being restrained. The sender praised me the Shaolin's miscellaneous monk so I will let you enter the monk's academy, practice martial arts, and know the guest monks in the future. "

As a master monk of martial arts, martial arts must also be a bit of a standard to prevent loss of decentness.

"I, the disciples just restrained themselves as much as possible." Meng Qi finally understood what was going on, while secretly thanking Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Yan for helping each other, he fully expressed his joy in his heart.

"As a knowledgeable guest, restraining yourself, not arrogant and unrecognized anger, without losing martial face, is the top priority." Xuanchi replied Meng Qi indifferently, then turned to leave, hoping for pride between walks, striding forward It is not like a monk, but a hero who has been on the rivers and lakes for many years.

Mysteriously took a deep look at Meng Qi and said faintly: "After entering the monk's monastery, all the movements are useless. Only when I realize Zen, I am calm and calm, do not hurry, practice hard, Fang is the right way, this In terms of truth, she is better than you. "

What he said, Meng Qi could hear, suspecting that he was trying to please Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Yanwei and other guests, in order to get rid of the mixed service hospital, in the final analysis, he was still over-focused.

"I do n’t hear about it and judge whether it is there, is it? Uncle Xuanku, if you are obsessed with it, you will fall like boundless hell." Meng Qi has never been an injustice. If there are no other things to worry about, justify Will fight.

He originally wanted to quote the Buddhist scriptures to answer, but for the past six months, he was still in the stage of learning Sanskrit and reciting the small curse of the early lessons. He had not yet learned the scriptures. For a moment, he could only refute in the most familiar way. .

At the end, Meng Qi also deliberately folded his hands together: "There is no Amitabha in the south."

"You!" Mysterious eyes stared, apparently did not expect that Meng Qi would ridicule himself, and the sentence was reasonable, so that he did not know how to refute.

"If you don't have a Zen mind, you will be driven out of Shaolin in the future." He answered coldly, and turned away. If you hadn't spoken the word, and tried to please the guests of the major gates, why would they help you? This little miscellaneous monk speaks? How can there be no cause in this world?

Hey, Uncle Xuankuo Fangzheng is approaching, and he will inevitably fall into the magic path in the future ... Meng Qi secretly confided his benefits, and Xuanku speed was extremely fast, and at this time, he had disappeared above the square.

At this time, Zhenhui clenched her broom in both hands and looked at Meng Qi in wonder: "Brother, are we going to the monk's monastery?"

"Of course, you just reacted?" Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui for a while, and she has been saying something to Xuanchi and Xuanku for a while. The reaction speed is too shocking, right?

Zhenhui showed a naive childish smile: "It's a step further from the ruru **** palm."

Alas, Meng Qi drooled and had to admit that he couldn't keep up with the fool's thinking.

However, he soon cheered up and said to Zhenhui cheerfully: "'Rulai Shenzhang' is too far away, and when we have a great accumulation in the monk's monastery, we will be able to contact the 72 stunts. By then, I must Learn the skills of 'Fanghuazhi', 'No Phase Robbery', 'Yiwei Crossing the River'! "

"Why?" Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi puzzledly, wondering why he must choose these martial arts.

Meng Qi was enlightened and said, "Because these martial arts are chic and elegant! In the future ..."

He originally wanted to say things like fluttering white clothes, long swords like electricity, but immediately remembered that this was in Shaolin Temple, so he changed his "fantasy future" slightly:

"Little brother, haven't I told you the story of a flowerless monk? As a monk, you must do this. Think about it. In the future, a flat boat floats, white monk clothes like snow, and smiles stand like flowers. How wonderful Supreme fan! How handsome and handsome! Hey, when you meet someone who doesn't like it, you can say something to him: "The donor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the shore is back" ... "

He said more and more vigorously, but suddenly thought of "iron cloth shirt", "five tigers cut the door knife", his expression suddenly darkened, his interest slightly diminished.

"Anyway, this is only an expedient measure, and it will definitely not develop like this in the future ..." Meng Qi quietly comforted himself and regained his interest, but when he was going to continue to talk, the mantra beside him suddenly interjected:

"Congratulations to Brother Zhending and Brother Zhenhui for getting rid of the boundless misery of the academy, but I have to remind you that the monk's academy is not a pure land of pure joy. After the accumulation of energy, only disciples who have been picked by the teachers Seventy-two stunts, the rest of the monks stay in the monk's monasteries and continue to practice the 'Dragon Drop Stick Method', as a member of the Luohan formation, so you can't take it seriously. "

There was a smile on his face, but Meng Qi felt that he smiled reluctantly, and the acidity of cold water poured in his words.

"Thank you for reminding me." Meng Qi can understand the true feelings of the mantra at this time, and changed to herself. After more than three years of mixed service life, she was eager to enter the monk's monastery day and night but she couldn't help it. I'm afraid it's uglier to laugh than cry.

All the way, without words, in the smirk from time to time, the three returned to the academy.

Meng Qi knew that everyone around him was a poor man who resembled the truth and should not show off, so as not to irritate them.

At dinner, Meng Qi also specifically told Zhenhui not to talk.

Poppy, just as Meng Qi was eating meat and eating fragrant, applause came from the door.

Meng Qi turned his head and saw that Xuanxin Monk came in. He applauded with a bright smile: "It's not easy, it's not easy for our academy! Today, two disciples were finally picked into the monk's monastery. ! "

The sound of wooden chopsticks falling on the long table or the ground continued to sound. All the monks except Meng Qi, Zhenhui, and Mantra were as rigid as time was frozen in the dining hall. There was a weird silence.

"Jingding, Zhenhui, don't you say anything?"

With Xuan Xin's words, all the monks who turned into statues came alive and turned to look at Meng Qi and Zhenhui. The eyes were so dim and difficult to see that Meng Qi was quite shocked. feel.

"Thanks to Master Xuanxin, you arranged for the disciples to clean the Zen heart." Meng Qi knew that the reason could not hide Xuanxin, so he said so intentionally.

Xuanxin laughed and said, "It's also that you are alert and alert, and you are better than eloquence. I know you love to listen to allusions from the rivers and lakes. Don't forget it here, alas, what do you look at Zhending and Zhenhui? Don't you congratulate them?"

A miscellaneous monk stood up slowly, smiling more ugly than crying: "Congratulations to Master Zhending and Master Zhenhui for becoming monks."

"Congratulations to Master Zhending and Master Zhenhui for becoming monks." Other miscellaneous monks also stood up, echoing different voices in the hall, some self-pity, some bitterness, some resentment, some pain, some Envy, some jealousy, so many, and so on.

Meng Qi sighed softly: "The younger brother was only blessed by the Buddha. The younger brothers sincerely salute the Buddha, and this will be reported in the future."

"Every brother, as long as he concentrates on cleaning, eating and sleeping, he can certainly enter the monk's monastery." Zhenhui said stupidly.

Meng Qi knew that this was the real method, but looking at the expressions of the miscellaneous monks, there was sneer, hate, but they didn't believe it at all. If they didn't know that Zhenhui was a person who stayed close, I would probably think it was true. Laughing at them.

Hands clasped together, proclaimed the sound of the Buddha, Meng Qi sat down with Zhenhui, immersed himself in hardships, and the dinner ended in such an unspeakable atmosphere of silence. The mysterious "storytelling" was also in this atmosphere. it has started.

"Brother Zhending, Brother Zhenhui, brother will know that you are not in the pool. When you arrive at the monk's monastery, remember to take care of each other one or two." Zhenyong said with a smile.

Meng Qi and him are also familiar, and honestly said: "Brother Zhenyong, how much more care for his brother."

Zhenyong smiled: "The brothers of the monk's institute actually love to listen to the allusions of the rivers and lakes, but they are not as embarrassed as I am, they just wait for me to report. So, my brother and I have three points of thin faces, haha. As long as you often talk about similar things, they will not embarrass you. "

"This is my strength." Meng Qi nodded gently, and Zhenhui nodded hard. "I know a lot of stories too!"

Xuan Xin coughed and stopped the whispering whispering below: "Today's respectfully sent to the majors, you must not take it to heart. This is only my Shaolin attention to etiquette, not that we really fear them, think about it In the Jin Dynasty, there were only three French tall men, and I was one of Shaolin. Who else could compete with us? "

"Do you know what has been the most sensational thing in the past 10 years?"

This monk has a lot of Shaolin pride, so look down on other martial arts ... Meng Qi shook his head secretly and replied loudly: "I don't know, but I also ask Uncle Xuanxin to inform."

The rest of the miscellaneous monks followed the answer weakly.

Xuanxin didn't care about their state, and said proudly: "A few decades ago, the Demon Gate in the Nine Ways of the Devil came out with a peerless genius, and the demon body was condensed in less than fifty years, which is more than the demon in the era of mythology. The emperor is comparable. His surname is Han Mingguang, since his name is "Magic", Megatrons and Lakes, Zuo Dao dare not to obey, but it is considered too much evil for the magician. So he revealed his possessions and was intercepted by the abbot. "

"Nine years ago in the battle, the ravages, landslides, and darkness, there was also a large lake in the middle of the Taiyue Mountains. Only the abbot master came out alive. It is said that the magician has been killed or suppressed by him."

"After this battle, my Shaolin Weiming completely overtook the other factions!"

Xuan Xin kept bragging about the majestic history of all the monks, and heard that Meng Qi and others were quite blood-thirsty, and they couldn't replace it.

I don't know when and when, I and other talents have the ability to move like this!

After listening to Xuanxin's "storytelling" and returning to the Zen room, Zhenguan and Zhenying slept with their heads straight, ignored Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and Zhenhui quickly fell asleep after meditating for a while.

Meng Qi practiced the "Iron cloth shirt mentality" again and again for a long time, then suppressed the excitement and entered the dreamland, a little envious of the simple wisdom and few thoughts.

The darkness was heavy, and Meng Qi felt that his breathing was getting more and more difficult, and his body seemed to be pressed by the thick mud.

"Is the ghost press?" Meng Qi was a little conscious in her dream, struggling to wake up, but saw a distorted face.

Zhenguan held his hands around Meng Qi's neck, pressing his body against him, making him unable to move, his eyes were vicious, but his voice was like a nightmare:

"Kill you, kill you!"

"Grab my chance to enter the monk's monastery!"

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