Zhang Sanfeng, the Poor Road, Convinces People with Reason

Zhang Junbao is very clear in his heart that Master Jueyuan has long been obsessed with Buddhism, and it is not surprising to have such a sigh.

Unexpectedly, after Master Jueyuan felt a bit, suddenly the conversation changed.

"Well, since you want to learn martial arts, being a teacher will fulfill your wish."

"You come with me, I will take you to see Senior Brother Wuxiang, and ask him to allow you to practice Shaolin martial arts."

Zhang Junbao was immediately overjoyed.

Unexpectedly, today's Master Jueyuan has such an idea.

Zen Master Wuxiang is the head of the Bodhidharma Hall. As long as he is willing to speak, it will be easy for Zhang Junbao to learn martial arts.

However, the master still has some friendship with the head of the Bodhidharma Hall, which Zhang Junbao really did not see.

After all, on weekdays, Master Jueyuan seldom interacted with people, and only focused on the study of Buddhism.

Even when bullied, he never gets angry.

In the past few years, because of the loss of the "Leng Yanjing", he was punished to wear bracelets and anklets, and went to the bottom of the mountain to fetch water all day long.

Now, it is necessary to seek Zen Master Wuxiang for Zhang Junbao, which makes Zhang Junbao feel very moved.

"Master!"

Zhang Junbao shouted softly.

"Child, come with me."

Master Jueyuan stood up and walked forward.

Zhang Junbao quickly followed. .

Chapter 12

The night was hazy, and the candlelight dimmed.

In the meditation room, Zen Master Wuxiang was holding a piece of paper with a solemn expression on his face.

On the paper, a line of words was written.

"The Shaolin School of martial arts has dominated the Western Regions of the Central Plains for many years, and the three saints of Kunlun came to experience it together."

The font is strong and powerful, and you can tell at a glance that the person who writes has no low attainments in calligraphy.

This piece of paper was taken from the hands of the Arhat Buddha statue in Arhat Hall a few days ago.

The Arhat Hall is guarded by disciples on weekdays, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter or leave at will.

Moreover, the hand of the Buddha statue is three feet away from the ground.

Over the years, the Shaolin Temple has grown to attract the wind, and there is an endless stream of challengers.

However, Shaolin is famous, and it is rare to see someone as arrogant as this person.

"Hmph, I want to see, where are the three saints of Kunlun?"

Zen Master Wuxiang snorted coldly and put away the paper.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Junior Brother Jueyuan disturbs you late at night."

"Junior Brother, please come in."

Zen Master Wuxiang responded.

I saw the door creaked and opened.

Jue Yuan, who was tied with bracelets and anklets, walked in with a lay disciple.

In the eyes of Zen Master Wuxiang, a trace of doubt could not help flashing.

Speaking of which, Jueyuan entered the Shaolin Temple at about the same time as him.

The two are of the same age.

But it can be seen from their dharma names alone that the two are people from two worlds.

Shaolin has character generations, but although the two of them have the same seniority, one is of the "wu" generation and the other is of the "jue" generation.

This is because Shaolin is really too big, with [-] disciples, too many to count.

If disciples of the same generation all use the same character generation, there will be tens of thousands of people in that single generation, and there will be many people with the same dharma name.

Therefore, among Shaolin disciples, there are dozens of different characters.

Different characters also indicate their status in the temple, which are completely different.

Jueyuan is a Buddhist idiot, very obsessed with Buddhism, and he is completely unfamiliar with the secular affairs of the temple.

Zen Master Wuxiang still has some admiration for such people.

Over the years, most of his energy has been devoted to martial arts, and he has not paid much attention to Buddhism.

Thinking about it, it seems a little out of business.

After all, after all, Shaolin is a monastery, and cultivating Buddhist scriptures is the first priority, and practising martial arts is only for physical fitness.

Although Jueyuan was punished now, his friendship with Wuxiang in the past was not bad.

It's just that Wuxiang's status in the temple became higher and higher, and Jueyuan was still content to organize Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and the two gradually became estranged.

They hadn't spoken privately for a long time.

"Junior Brother Jueyuan came late at night, but what is there to discuss?"

Jueyuan nodded slightly and pointed at Zhang Junbao.

"This is a lay disciple I accepted, named Zhang Junbao, who has never practiced martial arts. I taught him some methods of luck, but he still practiced well. I would like to ask my senior brother for mercy and allow him to learn martial arts in the temple. "

When Zen Master Wuxiang heard the words, he was very surprised.

He didn't know that Jue Yuan had already practiced Jiuyang Divine Art, and his inner strength had reached the realm of transformation, which was many times better than he did not know.

But he thought that Jueyuan never liked martial arts, but now he let his disciples learn martial arts, how could he not be surprised?

Zen Master Wuxiang looked up and down at Zhang Junbao next to him, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

"I didn't expect that there are lay disciples with such outstanding roots in Shaolin Temple, but I didn't realize it. It was really dark under the lights."

He looked at Zhang Junbao, and the more he looked, the more he liked it.

"Is your name Zhang Junbao? Would you like to learn Shaolin Kungfu?"

"Disciple is willing!"

Wu Xiang nodded slightly.

"Your root bone is really good, and it should be a top talent in martial arts."

"However, Shaolin Martial Arts is broad and profound, and it is a supreme treasure, which cannot be easily granted to outsiders."

"You are only a lay disciple now. If you want to learn Shaolin martial arts, you must be ordained as a monk, officially become a Shaolin disciple, and then make a solemn vow in front of the Buddha that you will never return to the world and betray Shaolin."

"In this way, the poor monk can teach you Shaolin martial arts."

Zhang Junbao was stunned for a moment, but he did not expect Chan Master Wuxiang to make such a request.

"Master, Shaolin doesn't seem to prohibit lay disciples from learning martial arts, right?"

Seeing that he didn't immediately nod in agreement, Zen Master Wuxiang asked him instead, and he couldn't help but get angry.

"Anyone who wants to learn martial arts in the temple must get permission."

"Lay disciples, even more so."

"If you don't want to be a monk, then even if you stay in Shaolin for the rest of your life, don't even think about learning Shaolin martial arts. Poor monks will never allow it."

The Wuxiang Zen master's voice was fierce.

In his opinion, Zhang Junbao is a very good martial arts seed.

But because of this, such people must be admitted to the temple in order to pass on their martial arts.

"That disciple just doesn't study."

Zhang Junbao said something neither humble nor arrogant.

He didn't want to become a monk.

A small layman handyman disciple dared to reject himself.

The face of Zen Master Wuxiang suddenly became ugly.

"Hmph, since you are so unwilling to become a monk, why are you still staying in Shaolin?"

He pressed hard.

Zhang Junbao raised his head and looked at Zen Master Wuxiang.

"If Shaolin can't tolerate Zhang Junbao, then I'll go down the mountain."

Zen Master Wuxiang did not expect Zhang Junbao to be so stubborn and dared to talk back to him, and he was suddenly furious.

"You have such a disposition, even if you want to stay in Shaolin, Shaolin won't allow you. You clean up and go down the mountain tomorrow."

Jue Yuan originally only wanted Zhang Junbao to practice martial arts, but he never imagined that such an ending would happen.

"Senior brother, Jun Bao is young and energetic, why are you so angry?"

"Don't say it."

Zen Master Wuxiang completely turned his face.

He only had some friendship with Jueyuan, but their identities in the temple were far apart.

"This son must leave Shaolin."

Zhang Junbao sneered.

It was as if I would still beg to stay in Shaolin.

I don't leave the master here, I will leave the master to go.