I Honor

Looking up at the bright moon

The dining room in the handyman’s courtyard is simple and old, with wooden tables and stools, and green lights shining on people’s faces.

If you don’t look at it, you don’t know it. When you see it, Meng Qi is startled. Only when he entered the Zhaitang did he realize that there are fifty or sixty monks in charge. From this point of view, the entire Shaolin monks may be counted by thousands.

Among the dusty monk robes, no one noticed that Meng Qi and the new novice monks were sitting on benches, waiting for the shift monks to come in with food boxes.

“Junior brother, sit here.” Meng Qi was full of secrets and was trapped in a strange place. It was rare for him to be accompanied by a foolish Zhenhui. Therefore, with an adult mentality, he took good care of Zhenhui. It can also be regarded as the meaning of resolving fear of life.

Zhenhui’s expression was always serious, and she couldn’t see any timid emotions. She sat down opposite Meng Qi and focused her eyes on the nearby food box.

“This kid won’t be hungry and stupid before.” Meng Qi muttered quietly, suspecting that Zhenhui’s IQ was flawed, otherwise he wouldn’t be so dull.

The rotating monks finally brought the food boxes to Meng Qi’s table, and when the lid was opened, the aroma wafted out of their nostrils and penetrated into their hearts.

“It smells so good.” Meng Qi couldn’t help admiring, and thought suspiciously in his heart: “Is it because Shaolin’s chefs are really high-level or because I’m too hungry?”

The servant monk bent down and took out the food from the food box, and placed them on the table one by one. Meng Qi stared at it, and was stunned. This, it seemed that it might be meat.

In the simple sea bowl in the center, the fat and oily lumps should be meat

But this is the Monk Temple

Meng Qi picked up the chopsticks in disbelief, intending to grab a piece to taste, but after swishing a few times, chopsticks stretched out diagonally from the left and right sides, and the meat-like things in the sea bowl immediately lost a whole layer. The handyman monks at this table are all extraordinary in grabbing food.

Seeing Zhenhui’s mouth full of greasy bites, 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 the mouth, the taste is excellent, it is really delicious in the world

But td is really meat

Meng Qi felt that only swearing could express his current mood. One was to cheer for his own food, and the other was to express his unbelievable feelings.

“Hello, junior brother.” Meng Qi called Zhenhui in a low voice.

Zhenhui moved his chopsticks like flying, kept talking, and his delicate face was full of concentration: “Yeah”

“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 feels that it’s a bit difficult for him to communicate with Zhenhui.

At this time, someone beside him said coldly: “Before you get enlightened, you should only abstain from meat and spicy food.”

“Isn’t meat just meat?” Meng Qi asked subconsciously, only then did he realize that the person sitting next to him was “roommate” Zhenguan.

Zhenguan didn’t stop eating, and said with a little sarcasm: “I see you are a son of a noble family, but you don’t even understand the word meat.”

This hit Meng Qi’s weakness, and he didn’t know how to answer for a moment. Suddenly, a young monk with wide eyebrows diagonally in front of him smiled and said: “Hunxinhe refers to things such as onions and garlic with a strong taste, not specifically meat, but for nearly a hundred years, people in the world often It is normal for the younger brother not to know that meat is used instead of meat.”

Meng Qi nodded gratefully, and the young handyman continued: “In my Buddhist school, I only forbid killing and meat, and I can’t help but eat meat. Later, I became merciful and gradually forbade it. But my Shaolin is a master of martial arts in the world, and my disciples do a lot to strengthen their bodies. In the matter of body building, if there is no meat to eat, and there is no elixir to make up for it, it will inevitably damage the body, so there is a saying in the Shaolin precepts, before enlightenment, disciples follow the original intention, only abstain from meat and meat, but not killing.”

That is to say, it would be enough to invite lay disciples or farmers from the mountain to slaughter them. Meng Qi probably understood what was going on. Shaolin, as a martial arts school, must consider the condition of the disciples who are in the physical stage.

Seeing the young monk’s eloquence and clarity, Meng Qi felt good about it, and asked with a smile, “I don’t know my brother’s name?”

“True words.” The wooden chopsticks in the hands of the young handyman monk also did not stop.

Meng Qi continued to ask: “Brother is sure, dare to ask brother, what do you mean by enlightenment?”

Relying on his young body, he can completely excuse it because he has not been taught by his family to forcibly resolve the confusion.

Mantra laughed, and pointed to the wooden table with his left hand: “You will know later, take care of your food first.”

Meng Qi followed his fingers to see that the seven or eight sea bowls on the table were half empty.

I wipeThese bitches don’t wait for me

After cursing inwardly, Meng Qi picked up the wooden chopsticks and joined the food grabbing team.

After finally eating his fill, Meng Qi wiped his mouth, and returned to the meditation room with Zhenhui as if taking a walk after the meal.

“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 rubbed his stomach, burped, and commented on this dinner.

Zhenhui thought about it seriously: “I didn’t eat as much as this time before, but since you think it’s a little bit worse, brother, it must be a little bit worse.”

“Ah, trust me so much.” Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui’s words were quite orderly, and felt that he seemed to be saved, so he asked curiously along with his words.

Zhenhui raised her hand and touched her bald head, and said a little embarrassedly: “I think you are a good person, brother, and you don’t hate me as much as others, so I believe you.”

On the Relationship Between Childhood Experiences and Mental Illness Meng Qi somehow came up with this content in his mind.

Just when he was about to blow off the bullshit and establish a glorious image as a senior brother, Xuan Xin walked over shyly: “Hey, you two, go and clean the yard, wait a minute, uncle, I want to broaden your knowledge of the world. ”

Meng Qi was immediately interested in Zengguang’s knowledge of Jianghu. After asking where the broom was stored, he greeted Zhenhui and went to the utility room in the corner of the yard.

As a handyman monk, one must have the consciousness of being assigned things at any time. Meng Qi does not reject this, as long as it is not too excessive and does not specifically target it, just like when studying or working, the head teacher or boss assigns tasks and arranges tasks. It’s not uncommon to do a big cleaning.

Swipe, brush, and the broom sweeps the gray stone brick floor, raising dust and removing fallen leaves.

Meng Qi and Zhenhui’s immature bodies were a bit reluctant to swing the broom, but it was still easy. After all, the yard was often cleaned and it wasn’t too dirty.

Sweeping and sweeping, Meng Qi suddenly had a strange and interesting idea. He immediately smiled and pretended to be old: “Little brother, are we Shaolin floor sweeping monks?”

Tsk, the advancement path of a generation of masters.

“Well, the sweeping monk.” Zhenhui continued to sweep without raising her head.

Meng Qi’s smile got stuck on his lips, hey, and he thought to himself: “It’s boring not to understand memes.”

Gathering up his mood, Meng Qi cooperated with Zhenhui to clean up the yard before dark, and then saw a group of gray-clothed monks carrying the stools of the dining hall into the yard, and they walked to each other in a messy but not chaotic manner. Sit down.

“Very proficient.” Meng Qi wondered if Xuan Xin often enriched everyone’s knowledge of the world.

When it was dark, Xuan Xin, who was full of greasy food, came out of his meditation room unsteadily, and immediately several monks went up to greet him, those who set up the stools, and those who lit the lamps, were very attentive.

“Senior Brother, what is Jianghu knowledge?” The dull Zhenhui seemed to be a little interested in this.

“This, this, it’s a long story. I’ll explain it to you slowly after Uncle Xuanxin has explained it to you.” Meng Qi, who had just arrived, didn’t bother to explain the “complex” nouns to Zhenhui, and sat down on the stool. , waiting for Xuanxin to start.

Xuan Xin looked around, was satisfied to see the longing expression, coughed and said: “Today I will continue to tell you about the battle I experienced in Jiangzhou City.”

“Speaking of which, Flying Yasha Yan Wuwo and Ice Fairy Ye Yuqi are both well-known figures on the earth list. That battle was fought on a red land hundreds of miles away, and the river was frozen. My uncle, I am merciful, how could I agree?” Seeing the people being robbed, he proclaimed a Buddha’s name, hoping to dissolve the personal grievances between the two.”

He spoke happily, but the servant monks below had different expressions, most of them were half contempt and half expectant.

“Uncle Xuanxin is so powerful.” When listening to the anecdotes of Jianghu, Zhenhui was much more active than usual, and seemed to have the same interest in it as food.

The sleepy monk in the front row really didn’t even look back, and said as softly as a mosquito: “Flying Yasha Yanwu is the master of Jiangzuo Zombie Fist, and the Ice Fairy Ye Yuqi is the wife and sister of Mr. Lu Da from Huamei Mountain Villa in the Northern Zhou Dynasty. In the top 30 on the local list, it is similar to my Shaolin Dharma and Bodhi two courtyards. ”

Meng Qi, the head of Bodhidharma and Bodhi, and the deacon monk of the Miscellaneous House, instantly understood that Xuanxin was bragging. Of course, he was very skillful in bragging, cleverly grafting the major events that happened in the world onto himself.

This sleepy monk Zhenying is more knowledgeable than the cold monk Zhenguan

Zhenhui continued to ask in a daze: “Master Uncle Xuanxin is so powerful?”

He couldn’t understand the subtext of Zhenying at all.

Meng Qi pulled his monk’s robe and said in a low voice, “The first one is much, much better than Master Xuanxin.”

“But” Zhenhui still wanted to ask that since Master Xuanxin was not very powerful, why he could stop the battle, but Meng Qi waved his hand to stop him, and asked him to go back and ask again, so as not to be heard by Xuanxin, who would be angry and punished .

Xuanxin was so frothy, it took him a while to finish the anecdote about the “Buddha of all families”, and finally looked at Meng Qi, Zhenhui and other new novice monks: “Do you have any questions? Uncle, I know everything about Jianghu.”

Meng Qi hurriedly said: “Uncle Xuanxin, we know very little about Jianghu affairs, and many of you can’t understand what you say.”

“It makes sense, if you don’t understand it, you can’t really feel my majesty.” Xuan Xin nodded, cleared his throat, “Then let me introduce you to the general knowledge of the world, starting with our four Buddhist monasteries.”

“Thank you, Uncle Xuanxin.” Meng Qi said happily.

Xuan Xin said proudly: “Although there are many sects of martial arts in the world, there are many sects, but when it comes to those who can master martial arts, there are only four Buddhist temples, three Taoist schools, six sword-wielding sects, six masters in the world, nine demons, and aristocratic families.” Fourteen, and, as well as the inheritance left by each of the six sect masters.”

When it comes to the Sixth Master of Heretics, he is not too sure, but this does not prevent him from continuing: “The four temples of Buddhism are our Dajin Shaolin Temple, Northern Zhou Shuiyue Temple, Western Region King Kong Temple, and Lanke Temple.”

When mentioning Lan Ke Temple, he paused again, showing a look of uncertainty, and then said in an angry manner, “Actually, uncle, I have never understood why Lan Ke Temple was included in the list of the four Buddhist monasteries. No one knows where it is, and the successors rarely travel in Jianghu, and there is no famous deed in the world at all.”

The other servant monks seemed to be hearing this statement for the first time, and they all asked curiously: “In that case, why should Lanke Temple be listed as one of the four major temples of Buddhism?”

Xuan Xin began to feel complacent again, and said braggingly: “It is said that when the abbot was traveling in the rivers and lakes when he was young, he once met a descendant of Lanke Temple, and later he only said one sentence about this matter: If there is a destiny, Lanke Temple is close to the end of the world, if it is There is no fate, so close to the end of the world.”

so close, so close

so mysterious

Including Meng Qi, every gray-clothed monk was shocked, confused, curious and frightened.

Seeing that he had stunned the servant monks, Xuanxin chuckled: “Let’s get down to business, let’s talk about my Shaolin Temple first.”

“Tens of thousands of years ago, the demon Buddha was in troubled times, and was suppressed by the Buddha, but the palm of the Tathagata was lost to the end of the world, and there was no trace. Two thousand years ago, my Shaolin ancestor Dharma came from the southern wasteland, crossed the river with a reed, Occasionally, I got the third form of Tathagata’s divine palm, and this one of the highest Buddhist teachings has only been reappeared in the world.”

“Although there is no general outline, but Bodhidharma was gifted by heaven. After facing the wall for ten years, he realized the Yi Jin Jing and many unique skills from the third form of Tathagata’s divine palm. He created my Shaolin lineage. In just a hundred years, it has become the world’s martial arts. Dazong, through the joint efforts of generations of ancestors and divine monks, I have seventy-two unique schools of Shaolin. Even the treasures of the temple that are the same as the Yijinjing, there are more Damengzhenjing and Moke Fumoquan. Specifically which patriarch or monk created it, I will talk about it later.”

What is the magic Buddha, what is the Tathagata God’s Palm, what is the Great Dream Sutra and the Moke Fumo Fist. Hearing Meng Qi’s heart swayed, his yearning suddenly arose. The martial arts in this world may not be as simple as I imagined. Gods and Buddhas have everything. Of course, it might just be a legend.

Cough, Xuan Xin coughed suddenly, and said with a smile: “It’s late at night, let’s talk about the rest tomorrow.”

After speaking, he got up immediately and flashed into the meditation room.

This, this is too tantalizing, isn’t it? Meng Qi was about to listen to the Seventy-two Unique Schools, the King Kong Temple, etc., and now he was really scratching his head and itching, but Xuanxin had already left.

After tidying up the yard, Meng Qi and Zhenhui returned to the meditation room silently. Zhenguan and Zhenying were already asleep, and the sound of breathing was long and long.

The two did not speak, each took off their shoes and socks, and lay down on the bunk, as if they were still immersed in the world of martial arts that Xuan Xin described just now.

“Junior brother, are you willing to be a handyman monk all the time and not be able to learn the unique knowledge of Shaolin?” In the silence, Meng Qi suddenly asked in a low voice.

Zhenhui was puzzled and said: “Brother, what is resignation?”

“I’m happy, happy, like it, and don’t want more.” Meng Qi once again found it difficult to communicate with the child Zhenhui.

Zhenhui let out a sigh: “I am very happy to be able to eat, sleep, work, and be full, and to hear Master Xuanxin telling stories. It is much better than before.”

As he spoke, he added: “It would be even better if I could learn the palm of the Tathagata.”

Pfft, Meng Qi’s saliva almost spit out, I really don’t know if Zhenhui is reconciled or not.

Meng Qi slowed down a bit, and was about to speak when he suddenly found that Zhenhui’s breathing became lighter, and he was already dreaming.

The entire meditation room was completely quiet, only the sound of a few breaths rose and fell gently, which set off the night to be deeper and more secluded.

The bright moon hangs high outside the window, and a layer of silvery white is sprinkled in front of the shop, like frost.

Meng Qi looked at this quiet and tranquil scene, and all kinds of things in the past suddenly became uncontrollable, and all of them came to his heart. Emotions such as longing, sadness, wandering, confusion, and self-pity came one after another.

I don’t have time to think so much during the day, so this quiet night is particularly “ecstasy”.

The inseparable past and the heart-wrenching “farewell” made Meng Qi unable to sleep for a long time.

Only at this moment, in this situation and in this situation, did he truly understand the true meaning of Qinglian Layman’s poem.

“The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown.”

Looking at the cold moon outside the window, Meng Qi was momentarily bewildered. :