I Honor

The Unexpected “Happiness”

In an ordinary courtyard, there are thick and majestic linden trees, the crowns of which are like covers, bringing shade and green.

This is the purpose of the Shaolin Temple to study Buddhism and understand the mind of Zen.The Bodhi Temple has always been known as the Bodhidharma Academy, which is dedicated to martial arts, and the elders in the courtyard are all terrifying in martial arts, transcending the ordinary level, no worse than the monks in the Bodhidharma Academy, and they can almost be called living arhats.

The reason is that Shaolin belongs to the lineage of Buddhism, and most of the magical skills require a clear Zen mind. The more profound the Buddhism, the more you can break through the world of mortals, the more you can realize the truth and advance by leaps and bounds.

In a Zen room with only a dozen futons in the Bodhi Courtyard, an old monk who was shaped like a dead tree and had his eyebrows down knocked on the wooden fish in front of him, and said in a hollow voice, “Mr. for disciples”

The Fengshen handsome but full of melancholy Xuan Bei has not yet opened his mouth, an old monk with a kind face and kind eyes beside him said leisurely: “Mr. He is single-minded, consistent with the true meaning of Buddhism, and obviously lives in Suhui, but Na Zhending, when he was in the servants’ courtyard, he jumped out of his temper and was very scheming. I am the direct descendant of Shaolin”

The browless and haggard old monk who was the first to speak followed up and said: “Zhen Ding has made great achievements, but the things that can be passed down from generation to generation must be based on heart and nature, not to mention being smart and simple, without scheming, at least not being domineering and bullying the weak. According to the old monk’s opinion, it is better Let him choose a unique skill to store energy as a reward.”

The monks in the Miscellaneous House and the Martial Monk House, the elders of the Bodhi House and the Bodhidharma House will secretly observe, and then make judgments based on the comments given by the deacon monks, so as not to entrust the wrong person to the successor.

Of course, this can only avoid rebelling against the temple and rebelling against the Buddha to the greatest extent. Throughout the ages, monks who have fallen after traveling in the world of mortals have always been indispensable, and there are also villains who are good at superficial skills but have extremely bad tempers, just like the monks in the Bodhidharma Academy. , there are quite a few eminent monks who are paranoid, but for the disciples who have been passed down, Shaolin tries to influence and correct them with Buddhism, so as to save those who have lost their way.

Because of frequent frowning, Xuan Bei’s brows and eyes were covered with wrinkles. He looked at the void in front of him and said, “Masters and uncles, it is true that you are not a bully in the monk’s courtyard. You are used to rampant in the martial arts hall, and you often bully others. Deciding what to do is an act of seeing injustice on the road, although the means are wrong, but the heart is not at fault.”

He was a monk halfway through, and the words he used to use were closer to those of a martial arts hero.

And the monks present are all eminent monks of the “no” generation, so there are less than a handful of monks who are still alive in the “kong” generation in the monastery he called Shibo Shishu.

“Using violence to control violence is not my Buddha’s true intention.” The benevolent old monk shook his head.

The browless and haggard monk said neither happy nor angry: “Nephew Xuan Bei, why don’t you take it easy and let Zhen Ding hone in the monk’s courtyard for a period of time to smooth his temper as much as possible.”

Xuan Bei turned to look at the old monk, and clasped his hands respectfully: “Zhending is young, easy to be contaminated, and has a temperament of jumping off, so he can’t just polish it, Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, and I invite Master Wusi to allow disciples request.”

The withered and eyebrowless old monk is the head of the Bodhi Temple, Wusi, the first disciple of the abbot Kongwen, and the master of Xuanbei’s seriousness. change.

The benevolent and kind-hearted old monk lowered his face and said: “If you can’t stand the grind, how can you talk about studying Buddhism, nephew Xuanbei, why do you insist on accepting him as a disciple?”

It’s the same old question again.

Xuan Bei watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, but he didn’t speak or answer.

Wusi knocked on the wooden fish and said: “Brother Wuxiang, accepting apprentices is our own business, we don’t need to say much, nephew Xuanbei, we must take this responsibility in the future.”

The implication is that if your disciple makes a big mistake, you, the master who forcibly recruits his disciples, will also be punished for it.

Xuan Bei nodded slowly: “The disciple knows.”

Looking at the dense and pure Bodhi tree, Meng Qi was a little excited and a little apprehensive, because he had not exchanged for the main cultivation method in the world of reincarnation because of the reward from the Bodhi Court. If his wish came true, his development expectations would be greatly stagnated. It is difficult to make leaps and bounds, and the next reincarnation mission will be very dangerous.

Normally speaking, whether it is the first form of complementing the rainstorm pear flower acupuncture, the blood knife knife method, the Ganoderma lucidum tonifying qi pill, and the Ananda breaking the precepts knife method, it should be ranked after the major exercises

If there is no reward from the Bodhi Court, Meng Qi will probably choose to major in the exercises and add Ananda’s breaking the precepts knife technique to complete the first form. At worst, let Jiang Zhiwei and other friends collect some ordinary poisonous needles and think about refilling them.

Looking at the bodhi tree, and then at Zhenhui who was walking intently beside him, Meng Qi felt a little puzzled: “If you say you are here to receive the reward, why do you have to let the younger brother come with you?”

This doubt was the source of his uneasiness.

“Junior brother, what have you been up to lately?” Meng Qi couldn’t help asking.

Zhenhui honestly pointed her fingers on the floor: “Morning class, fetching water, breakfast, literacy, lunch, martial arts practice, dinner, meditation, listening to stories, sleeping, brother, I did these things, um, and scolded the Discipline Academy. ”

“That’s not the question.” Meng Qi looked at the sky speechlessly, “Do you know why you were asked to come to the Bodhi Court?”

Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi with piercing eyes: “Brother, you know”

He also looked like he wanted to know the answer.

“Well, I don’t know either.” Meng Qi covered his face and said.

Pushing open the gate of the courtyard, the two of them entered a meditation room led by the leading novice monk. There were two monks inside, both of them were eminent monks with yellow robes and red cassocks.It’s just that the whole body was filled with melancholy. It was the Xuan Bei whom Meng Qi had seen. She was shaped like a dead tree, with a wrinkled face, and her eyebrows and beard were all gone.

“Master Patriarch, Master Uncle, Zhen Ding and Zhen Hui are brought here.” The novice saluted and then withdrew.

“This old monk is the head of the Bodhi Court without thinking.” Hearing what the haggard old monk said, Meng Qi hurriedly saluted solemnly with true wisdom.

Wusi said with a flat expression: “Zhenhui, Xuanbei wants to take you as a disciple, are you willing?”

Ah, Meng Qi was taken aback, and immediately felt relieved. It turned out that he came to Zhenhui because he was favored by Xuan Bei, and it had nothing to do with his reward.

Alas, this guy looks stupid, but Meng Qilue is a little envious and jealous of being favored by eminent monks all the time, but his emotions quickly calmed down. He is a person with great secrets, he is not suitable for apprenticeship at all, he still has a unique skill, it is better to mix with monks and “disappear from everyone”, and leave Shaolin when he finds an opportunity.

Zhenhui’s stunned face first showed a puzzled expression, then joy and hesitation appeared, and he knelt down and said: “I am willing, but I have a request.”

“Others are thankful for their apprenticeship, how can they ask for it?” For Zhenhui, a simple-minded child, Wusi did not feel annoyed, but laughed and cursed.

Xuan Bei was not angry either, and nodded lightly: “You are also honest and straightforward, I don’t know what you are asking for.”

“I beg Master to also accept Senior Brother Zhending as an apprentice.” Zhenhui didn’t raise her head, her voice seemed a little dull.

Ah, Meng Qi was shocked again, and then moved spontaneously. Although he was very kind to Zhenhui, cared a lot, and often “taught”, but it was mainly because he wanted to resolve the inexplicable time travel, the melancholy of being alone in a foreign land and the reincarnation world. Pressure, if you want to say that you are completely sincere, even you don’t believe it, but you can’t imagine that Zhenhui values ​​​​yourself so much, and the return is so sincere

The corners of Xuan Bei’s mouth curled up like a smile, and his melancholy demeanor dissipated a bit: “You are brotherly and friendly.”

Hearing what he said, Meng Qi came back to his senses, and looked at Zhenhui with “resentment”, little junior brother, I know you have good intentions, but, senior brother, I don’t want to be a teacher at all, don’t be kind and make mistakes

Looking at Zhenhui, he looked at Xuan Bei earnestly again, don’t agree, don’t agree

“Zhending, I can feel your longing. Since Zhenhui is so begging, then I will reluctantly agree.” Xuan Bei followed suit and agreed. Although the smile on his face was light, there was no haze at all.

Wusi didn’t speak, just sighed softly looking at Xuan Bei’s smile, since entering Shaolin, Xuan Bei’s nephew rarely saw a smile.

Don’t force yourself to do it. Meng Qi wants to poke his eyes blind, but in this case, he can’t refuse. After all, if something goes wrong, it will be a demon

Among a hundred monks, there is at most one who can resist the “temptation” of the elder to accept disciples, and it is because there is a better choice.

Who cares, anyway, I will find a chance to leave the mountain, and with the guidance of the master, maybe it can shorten the time. Meng Qi broke the jar and thought, so he knelt down: “The disciple pays homage to the master.”

After some preparations, in the Bodhi Courtyard, Meng Qi and Zhenhui formally worshiped their masters. The spectators included many elders and monks from the Bodhi and Bodhidharma houses, as well as deacon monks from the Precept House and Miscellaneous Houses to “register” to clarify Meng The identity changes of Qi and Zhenhui.

When Xuankong walked into the Bodhi courtyard on behalf of the Discipline Academy, and saw Meng Qi and Zhenhui kneeling in front of Xuan Bei, his entire face changed color, it was so dark that water could drip out, and he asked other monks in a trembling voice : “They want to apprentice”

After getting an affirmative answer, he was in a trance, and his heart was full of annoyance. He knew that Junior Brother Xuan Bei had already taken a fancy to Zhen Ding and Zhen Hui.

Seeing Xuankong like this, Meng Qi suddenly felt better, and he was no longer so repulsive about apprenticeship.

Hmph, we are such stingy people

After the rather solemn ceremony, Meng Qi and Zhen Hui officially became the direct disciples of Shaolin, and they were still in the lineage of the abbot.

“Since you become my disciple, you can choose a unique skill as your main practice method. If you become enlightened in Zen and get the true meaning of Buddhism in the future, you may not be able to switch to Moke Fumoquan and Damengzhenjing. At the same time, you also have the opportunity Cultivate the Yi Jin Jing, observe the inheritance of the true meaning of the third form of Tathagata’s divine palm.” After apprenticeship, according to the usual practice, Xuan Bei first gave Meng Qi and Zhen Hui a “forecast” for the bright future.

Of course, among the direct disciples, there is no one in a hundred who really has the opportunity to get the palm of God and practice the “Yi Jin Jing”.

Meng Qi was a little excited when he heard it, but at least he was a person who had been through life and death several times, so he understood that what was behind was just “painting cakes”, and what was really important was the main cultivation method selected from the seventy-two unique skills.

Well, for a person like me who is so pure, the master will know that I am suitable for Wuxiang Jiezhi, Nianhuazhi and other elegant martial arts, alas, but I must let him down, I am so focused Meng Qi was having fun on the golden bell jar or the indestructible magic skill, thinking to himself comfortingly.

“Sure, you choose the Golden Bell Shade.” Xuan Bei said softly. :