Across the heavens starting from the Buddhist King Kong

Chapter 1 Novice
The majestic high mountains are endless, with overlapping peaks, emerald peaks entering the clouds, and the peaks introduced into the clouds are like portraits one by one, dancing lightly, or standing alone with outstretched arms, or sitting cross-legged, or standing together...

This is Xianren Mountain, one of the ten famous mountains in the south of the Yangtze River during the Wei Dynasty, also called Luohan Mountain.

Because the hundreds of peaks and thousands of strange rocks on this mountain resemble human figures, and many of them look like Buddhist eminent monks meditating on Zen and enlightening Taoism, guiding them to shake their fists, so many Buddhist and Taoist masters were attracted to build Taoist temples. With the chaos of wars and evils, the martial arts sects and Buddhist and Taoist sects gained more and more status.

Later, with the establishment of the Great Wei Dynasty, Confucian academies became more and more weak, and the reputation of Taoist temples was also lost. Today, there are only three or two Taoist academies on the huge Arhat Mountain, and the largest one is Daxiong Temple, which occupies Fujia Peak. .

On the mountain peak four or five miles behind the Daxiong Temple, a young monk wearing a gray cloth monk's robe stared and panted, and walked out of the dense forest at three steps. There was a much larger pile of firewood, with a hatchet hanging on his waist, obviously it was the novice monk who cut firewood in the temple.

After walking for a while, Zheng Gui only felt sore all over, gritted his teeth and walked to a bluestone to put down the firewood on his body. He breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hands to rub his numb shoulders.

"Monk Jingqu, Gou Ri, didn't even look at my young master's age, and asked me to collect two hundred catties of firewood...

Damn...I can't stand four or fifty pounds...how can I do it...isn't this just bullying..."

After cursing a few words in a low voice, Zheng Gui stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, and at the same time couldn't help touching his shiny head again, and sighed: "Why did you become a little monk when you woke up...

This crossing really caught people off guard..."

It turned out that Zheng Gui was not a native of this world, he was a hard worker.

Because the quarterly KPI was not reached, he was punished to climb the mountain. It may be because of the overtime work all the year round that his body was in a sub-healthy state. After gritting his teeth and climbing the peak, he passed out in front of his eyes. When he woke up, he found himself in a monastery. Inside, he became a thirteen or fourteen-year-old novice monk.

Zheng Gui was bewildered and at a loss, so he was reprimanded by a fat monk and sent to the back mountain to cut firewood.

Since he was reborn, he had chopped dozens of catties of firewood. Zheng Gui did the math, and only two or three hours had passed.

But maybe it was the young monk's young mind that helped Zheng Gui. He quickly accepted the little monk's remaining memories, and had a basic understanding of the world. coming.

The little novice monk lost his relatives due to a plague since he was a child, and was sent to Daxiong Temple to grow up when he was about five or six years old.

Every year, the Daxiong Temple accepts innocent and healthy children to go up the mountain, and also teaches characters and meditation and breathing methods, in order to supplement disciples. If they meet good qualifications, they will be accepted as true disciples to teach Buddhism and martial arts. So he was sent to the handyman's yard to work as a shaman in gray clothes, doing odd jobs all day long.

Zheng Gui's predecessor was unable to be selected as a monk when he was seven years old because of his incompetent aptitude, so he could only be assigned as a novice monk.

Because there is no master, he is young, and he still lives in a small monastery, so his knowledge is shallow, and the remaining memories are only for Zheng Gui to know the basic information.

For example, it is the Great Wei Dynasty that governs the world today, and there are not only martial arts masters in the world, but also demons, ghosts, and gods...

The Daxiong Temple I live in is a great sect in the south of the Yangtze River, a holy place for Buddhism, and the senior monks in the temple are all great figures with superb Buddhism and unpredictable martial arts.

Zheng Gui knew that the little novice grew up in the Daxiong Temple, and he had little knowledge. He was not sure that the Daxiong Temple was a holy place for Buddhism and a great school of martial arts, but he recalled that he had seen the brothers jumping in the mountains and forests, punching He can still conclude that this world is a world with extraordinary power, and the Daxiong Temple he lives in is a sect with superb martial arts inheritance.

Thinking of the legendary gods and bodhisattvas, as well as those seniors with strong martial arts, Zheng Gui was very excited, and couldn't help but fantasize about how successful he would be in cultivation.

But thinking of his experience of being extremely poor in aptitude and not being accepted as a monk's disciple in the monastery, Zheng Gui couldn't help but sigh sadly in his heart.

However, Zheng Gui did not lose hope. When he was chopping wood, he tried many methods, hoping to find the golden finger.

But after working hard for a long time, Zheng Gui didn't find that he was pregnant with the golden finger or the system, which made him quite disappointed, knowing that he could only rely on his own planning for the time being.

Thinking about living in a world with martial arts masters and monsters, and being a novice novice with low qualifications, without the help of Golden Finger, I am afraid that I will never be able to become a monk, let alone live forever.

However, Zheng Gui is not a person who accepts defeat. He knows that he has meticulous thinking and systematic knowledge, and he is not the ignorant child in his predecessor. No matter how poor your own foundation is, no matter how slow your cultivation is, you will never be reconciled if you don't try.

Although it has only been a few hours since he came to this world, Zheng Gui has already made preparations to secretly learn the martial arts of the monastery, and has made a plan.

As a miscellaneous monk, each novice will be assigned to the Sutra Pavilion every one or two months to be on duty for more than a month. This rotation system is to prevent the miscellaneous monks from staying in the Sutra Pavilion for a long time and reading and learning the scriptures secretly. Although most of the miscellaneous monks and novice monks are semi-literate and can't read classical Chinese, this is enough to ensure that they can't read the scriptures, but some precautions are still essential.

Zheng Gui's hope of learning martial arts by himself was put on the opportunity to be on duty at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. He counted the time and knew that ten days later would be the day when he would be on duty, so he secretly geared up and started thinking about it.

After resting and thinking for a while, until the sun was high and Zheng Gui was screaming in his abdomen, he suddenly sat up and said: "It's noon, it's time to eat, if you delay, you will be hungry!"

While talking, Zheng Gui hurriedly picked up the firewood, and walked the familiar and unfamiliar mountain road towards the majestic and tall Daxiong Temple that was half hidden in the forest and half shining in the sun.

Back in the handyman's yard, the monk Chaitou Jingqu, who was in charge of firewood affairs, was reprimanding a few monks who had returned from chopping firewood, and at the same time directed the others to chop and carry the firewood.

Seeing Zheng Gui admitted to the hospital, he stared at him immediately, and scolded with embarrassment, "Why are you so lazy? You only came back after three poles in the sun, and you only collected so much firewood?"

Zheng Gui didn't dare to argue, he just put down the firewood and listened to the training with his head down.

After cursing for a long while, Jing Qu saw that Zheng Gui bowed his head and remained silent, so he lost his interest and snorted coldly: "You guys are stealing and playing tricks, it's really hateful, I am the head of the firewood appointed by Master Huimeng, who is in charge of the academy, and I have always been careful in doing things. If you dare to act like this under my nose, you have to be punished with a small punishment..."

After pondering for a while, Jing Qu He Shan glanced at Zheng Gui and the other shivering little novice monks, grinned and said, "I will not have lunch today, and you will clean up all the firewood in this yard. If you don't clean up well, you can't go for dinner!"

Zheng Gui was already hungry and thirsty, and he couldn't help but reason a few words when he heard this, but remembering his identity and the world he lived in, he swallowed to moisten his throat, and followed the other three. His brother agreed: "Yes, Master Jingqu."

Monk Jingqu is over [-] years old, but his martial arts are only in the third-rank bone-forging realm. Due to his lack of cultivation, his xinxing has become worse, so he was sent to the handyman's courtyard to practice, but he didn't reflect on himself, and only vented his anger on the monk disciples After a long time, all the disciples in the handyman's courtyard were afraid of him.

Seeing everyone's obedience with low eyebrows, Jing Qu laughed. He only felt that he was not good at martial arts, but he was considered majestic in the handyman's courtyard, so he turned around with his hands behind his back proudly, and walked towards Xiangji Kitchen.

Not long after Monk Jingqu left, all the monks who were working in the chaiyuan also dispersed, some of them would greet Zheng Gui when they left politely, and most of them left quickly without even looking at him. Either he was afraid of delaying his meal, or he was afraid that if he got too close to Zheng Gui, he would be punished together by the eccentric monk Jingqu.

Zheng Gui had just been reborn, and he didn't want to talk to his fellow apprentices at first, because he didn't want to waste time, and second, he was worried that his words and deeds would be different from usual, which would cause criticism and trouble. Slightly relieved, he stepped forward to pick up the hatchet and started chopping firewood.

Zheng Gui recognized the three novice monks who punished him for chopping firewood together, and knew that two of them were named Zheng and Liao Xu, and they were also about the same age as Zheng Gui.

Seeing the three young novice monks in panic all day long, Zheng Gui sighed inwardly, thinking: If my predecessor is probably like this...

In terms of appearance, Zheng Gui was indeed similar to the three novice monks, but the difference was that Zheng Gui's eyes were brighter and he had more goals, while the three young novice monks were still muddled and ignorant.

After a while, I saw that Senior Brother Xing had already started chopping and stacking firewood in an orderly manner, and the three young monks seemed to have a backbone. They walked behind Zheng Gui consciously and started to get busy.

"Bang... click..."

The sound of chopping firewood rang out one after another in the firewood yard, like the chant of laborers, although it was not pleasant to hear, it was full of power.

It was already dark when all the firewood was chopped and stacked. Zheng Gui and Liao Ming were sweating profusely and exhausted.

During the period, Jing Qu also visited three times. After the final acceptance, he waved his hand and said, "Sure enough, they are all tight-skinned guys. Don't they work quickly after a hungry meal? Back off."

The four of Zheng Gui clasped their hands together and bowed as if they were being pardoned. They didn't even care to wash their hands and faces before heading towards Xiangji Kitchen.

At this time, dinner was coming to an end, and when the four of them arrived at Xiangji Kitchen, there was not much monks and food left, but they were hungry and thirsty, and they didn't care about being particular about it, so they gorged themselves with rice and vegetables.

After eating, Zheng Gui felt that he was not in a panic, and then carefully washed the dishes and put them away, then he saluted his senior brother in the kitchen to thank him, and turned back to the wing where he lived to rest.

There are also three meals a day in the Daxiong Temple, especially for the monks practicing martial arts, the handyman monks, and the fire worker Tutuo.

However, if the eminent monks in the temple are successful in cultivation, they will only eat two meals a day in the morning and noon, and if they are in retreat, they will eat one meal a day or even one meal every three days. Leakage is rare.

Zheng Gui was growing up. Not only did he not practice martial arts, but he also had to work all day long. Naturally, he couldn't get hungry. He ate three bowls of rice before he could barely get full. He wanted to eat again, but the rice bowl was already empty, so he had to turn around. Rest in the room, thinking about moving less and less consumption, so as not to wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

The handyman monks lived in a wing room with more than ten people, Zheng Gui was naturally unavoidable, although he knew that there were several novice monks who were close to each other, but he was too lazy to deal with it, and when he returned to the room, he covered his head on his bed. Sleeping, some young monks wanted to chat with him, but they gave up when they saw the fragrance of sleeping.

Time always flies by the fastest in a busy environment, ten days in a blink of an eye, Zheng Gui said very little during the ten days, except that he went to the Daxiong Hall with his brothers to read scriptures and do morning classes in the morning, the rest of the time was chopping firewood, carrying water, Carrying dung and watering vegetables is busy every day.

This kind of monotonous life made Zheng Gui almost unbearable, but fortunately at the beginning of the month, Zheng Gui knew that he should go to the Sutra Pavilion on duty by himself, so he got up early in the morning to wash, and then came to the Daxiong Hall early to wait for the morning. class.

The tall palace is carved with beams and painted buildings, and the golden body of the Buddha looks more sacred and taller under the service of the Buddha's disciples.

Zheng Gui's identity is naturally not close to the hall. He lay on the side door and watched the flickering candles in the dim hall. After a while, monks came one after another. Report to the monks in charge of the discipline academy, and then the monks began to chant sutras under the leadership of several heads.

"If there are sentient beings, from countless kalpas, all the minor and serious offenses, from previous lives, have not had time to repent...

If you can read, recite and write this mantra... If you accumulate karma, it will disappear like snow... Soon you will all realize the patience of lifelessness... That is why the Tathagata proclaimed this mantra...

In the future life...to protect beginners...to enter samadhi...to be peaceful in body and mind...to achieve great peace...and to be free from all demons and gods...and to be ridden by grievances from time immemorial...Old karma and old debts... It's annoying to come..."

Zheng Gui was originally an atheist, but when he came to this world, he also began to have faith in the gods and Buddhas in his heart, so although he was not allowed to read Buddhist scriptures, he did not dare to neglect his morning class every day. You will have peace of mind and no more worries.

Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye. At this time, half a round of the sun rose in the eastern sky. The sun shone through the branches and leaves, and poured into the hall through the window lattice.

With the end of the vows of the last disciples to seek the righteous Fa and faith, the early morning class is also over.

The monks got up and bowed to the chief seat, and the chief seat walked away, and then the monks dispersed.

After the head of the Bodhi Court, the Arhat Hall, and the Discipline Court and the elders of the Prison Temple left, the last were the monks of the Miscellaneous House.

Zheng Gui knew that he was going to the Sutra Pavilion, so he stood still and refused to leave. After a while, the monks in front of the hall dispersed, and Master Huimeng, head of the Miscellaneous Service Academy, looked at Zheng Gui and the other two novice monks, saying: " Today is the three of you going to be on duty at the Sutra Pavilion, you must know that the Sutra Pavilion is the most important place in this temple, so don’t be careless..."

Master Huimeng was an old monk with a short stature, with a gray beard and a yellow monk robe. He gave orders to Zheng Gui and the others in a deep voice.

Naturally, Zheng Gui and others couldn't help but agree, and after a while, Master Huimeng turned sideways and said, "It's the first time for you and Fan to go to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, so I'll take you to handover..."

After speaking, Hui Meng turned around and led the way, followed by Zheng Gui, Liao Fan and Liao Xi.

After a while, the four of them arrived at the Buddhist scripture pavilion, the sixth entrance of the Buddhist monastery. This place is adjacent to the abbot's room, and behind it is the Arhat hall where the monks of the temple gather. It can be said that it is the heart of the guards.

After entering the Sutra Pavilion, there will be disciples on duty to salute, and then the old monk in yellow who manages the place will come out to talk to Huimeng.

Hui Meng asked the old monk to arrange the three of Zheng Gui, and when the three novices entered the cabinet under the leadership of a monk, Hui Meng took out a yellowed book from his sleeve with a smile, and handed it to the old monk, saying : "Brother Huidun, I have already practiced the Lingye Hand, now I will exchange it for the cheat book of the Great Lingye Hand."

The old monk took the secret book, flipped through it, and said: "Young brother's aptitude is really good, he has practiced the Lingye hand for more than seven months, brother Yu, it took me more than ten months to practice..."

Zheng Gui didn't dare to look back, Yu Guangzhong only saw this, and he had gone too far to hear the follow-up, and he didn't know what the two monks would say next.

But after thinking about it for a while, Zheng Gui also knew that Hui Meng brought the three of him here just to find an excuse to exchange the cheats with Master Huidun, who was in charge of the Sutra Pavilion. The other two novice monks were very moved.

"I originally thought that a monastery is a place for monks to practice. It must be a place where people live in peace and inaction, but after more than ten days of experience, I know that there is no pure land in the world? The Daxiong Temple is similar to the world of mortals. , these old monks are all proficient in common affairs, clever and clever..."

Sighing softly in his heart, Zheng Gui heard the tall monk point to a bookshelf full of scriptures and said: "You are responsible for sorting out the books on this bookshelf, wiping off the dust on the bookshelf, and placing the scriptures in an orderly manner without damage. .”

After explaining a word, the monk went to the next bookshelf with annoyance and joy, leaving Zheng Gui staring blankly at the bookshelf that was as tall as a person and as long as three feet in a daze.

(End of this chapter)