The Supreme Being

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 joy. Therefore, for a moment, his expression was blank and he forgot how to answer.

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, both praised you, Senior Brother Zhike, for your understanding of etiquette, your advance and retreat, your conversational skills, and your ability to exercise restraint. It's rare to see the difference." The benefactor has so praised me, the Shaolin monk, that he has allowed you to enter the martial monks' monastery to hone your martial arts so that you can serve as a guest monk in the future."

As a knowledgeable monk from a major martial arts sect, his martial arts must be of a certain standard to prevent him from losing his dignity.

"I, 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 unleash unreasonable anger, and not to lose the reputation 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: "When you enter the Wu Monk Academy, all your tricks are useless. Only by understanding Zen principles, being calm and calm, not being anxious or discouraged, and practicing hard can you achieve the right path. This is 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 so as to get rid of the Servant House. In the final analysis, he was still too scheming.

"Is it okay to make assumptions about the existence of things without hearing or seeing them? Uncle Xuanku, if you are obsessed with it, it will be like falling into the endless hell." Meng Qi has never been someone who allows others to be wronged. If there are no other things to worry about, he will be justified. Will fight for it.

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 and said, "Namo Amitabha."

"you!"

"If you don't have a Zen heart and try to use your words, you will be expelled from Shaolin in the future." He replied coldly, 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? Is this little handyman talking? Is there any effect without cause in this world?

Alas, Uncle Xuanku is too far-fetched and will inevitably fall into the devil's path in the future... Meng Qi secretly tried to use his words, 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: "Brother, are we going to the Monk Academy?"

"Of course, you just reacted?" Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui in shock. He had been talking to Xuanchi and Xuanku for a while. Isn't this reaction speed too shocking?

Zhenhui showed an innocent smile: "We are one step closer to the 'Tathagata Divine 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 'Tathagata Divine Palm' is too far away. When we are able to accumulate energy in the Monk Academy, we will be able to experience the seventy-two unique skills. By then, I will definitely Learn the secret techniques of 'Nianhua Zhi', 'Shadow-free Tribulation Finger', and 'Crossing the River with a Reed'!"

"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 cool and elegant! In 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 "fantasy 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 float, the white monk's clothes will look like snow, and he will stand with a smile and flowers. How useful it is. What a handsome person! Hehe, when you meet someone you don’t like, you can still say: ‘Almsgiver, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will find a safe place’…”

He became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke, but suddenly he thought of "Iron Cloth Shirt" and "Five Tigers Cutting Door 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 boundless sea of ​​misery in the Monk Court, but I have to remind you that the Warrior Monk Court is not a pure land of bliss. After attaining the mastery of Qi accumulation, only the disciples selected by the uncles of each master can learn it. Seventy-two stunts, the rest of the monks will stay in the Wu Monk Academy and continue to practice the 'Dragon Subduing Stick Technique' as a member of the Arhat Formation, so you must not be careless. "

There was a smile on his face, but Meng Qi felt that his smile was forced, and his words had the sour taste of pouring cold water on him.

"Thank you, senior brother, for reminding me." Meng Qi could understand Zhenyan's mood at this time. If it were him, after more than three years of life as a handyman, he had been looking forward to entering the martial arts academy day and night but could not, but the new junior brothers around him suddenly escaped from the sea of ​​suffering. , I’m afraid the laughter will be uglier than the tears.

In silence all the way, with Zhenhui giggling from time to time, the three of them returned to the courtyard.

Meng Qi knew that there were poor people around him who were similar to the mantra and the true answer, 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 was an eerie silence.

"Zhen Ding, Zhen Hui, 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 Zen Heart Courtyard." Meng Qi knew that the reason could not be hidden from Xuanxin, so he said this deliberately.

Xuan Xin chuckled and said, "You are also a smart person and good at eloquence. I know you like to hear allusions from the world. Don't forget this place in the future. Hey, what are you doing looking at Zhen Ding and Zhen Hui? Why don't you congratulate them?"

A handyman monk slowly stood up and said with a smile that was uglier than crying: "Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhending and Junior Brother Zhenhui for becoming warrior monks."

"Congratulations to Junior Brother Zhending and Junior Brother Zhenhui for becoming warrior monks." The other monks also stood up, and different voices echoed in the charity hall. Some were self-pitying, some bitter, some resentful, some painful, and some Some are envious, some are jealous, and so on.

Meng Qi sighed softly: "Junior brother, I just received the blessing of the Buddha. All the brothers sincerely worship the Buddha, and you will be rewarded in the future."

"Brothers, as long as you concentrate on cleaning, eating, and sleeping, you will definitely be able to enter the Monk Academy." 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 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" was also in this atmosphere. here we go.

"Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, I know that you are not the things in the pool. When you arrive at the 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 Junior Brother."

Zhenyong said with a smile: "Senior brothers in the Wu Monk Academy actually like to hear Jianghu allusions, 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 loser 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 strong point." Meng Qi nodded gently, and Zhenhui nodded vigorously, "I also know many stories!"

Xuanxin 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-talented people in Dajin, and I am one of them in Shaolin. 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 is quite proud of Shaolin, so he looks down on other sects... Meng Qi shook his head secretly and replied loudly: "I don't know, please tell Uncle Xuanxin."

The other monks also weakly replied that they didn't know.

Xuan Xin didn't care about their state and continued proudly: "Decades ago, a peerless genius came out of the Mietian Clan in the Nine Paths of Demons. He condensed the demon body before he was fifty. He was almost as powerful as the demons in the mythical era. His surname is Han Mingguang, and he calls himself "The Magician". He is so powerful that no one dares to disobey him. However, it can be said that the Magician has done too many evil things and suffered the consequences. He has only been transformed into a demon body for less than a year. He exposed himself and was intercepted by the abbot."

"In that battle nine years ago, the earth cracked and mountains collapsed, the sky was dark, and there was a large lake in the center of the Taiyue Mountains. Only Master Abbot came out alive. It is said that the magician was killed or suppressed by him."

"After this battle, my Shaolin reputation has completely surpassed that of other sects!"

Xuan Xin kept boasting about the prestigious history of the eminent monks, which made Meng Qi and others excited and wished they could take their own lives.

I don’t know when and what day, I and others will have the ability to move mountains and seas like this!

After listening to Xuan Xin's "storytelling", they returned to the meditation room. Zhen Guan and Zhen Ying fell asleep with their heads covered, ignoring Meng Qi and Zhen Hui at all. 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 the ghost on the bed?" Meng Qi regained some consciousness in his dream and struggled to wake up, only to see 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 opportunity to enter the Monk Academy!"

"I can't get in, and no one can get in!"