MTL - The Sage Who Transcended Samsara-Chapter 3 Looking up at the moon

The zhaitang of the academy is simple and old, with wooden tables and benches, and blue lights shining to the face.

I do n’t know. At first glance, when Meng Qi entered Zhaitang, he knew that the miscellaneous monks were full of people, and there were 50 or 60 people. In this way, the entire Shaolin monk might be able to count thousands of people.

Among the gray monk's robes, no one noticed Meng Qi and the new Xiao Shami, each sitting on a bench, waiting for the duty monk to carry the food container in.

"Little master, sit here." Meng Qi is secretly pregnant and in a strange place. He is rarely accompanied by a stupid true wisdom. Therefore, adhering to the adult mentality, he is quite baffled by true wisdom. It can also be regarded as the solution to the fear of life.

Zhenhui's expression was very serious all the time, she didn't see any timid emotion, and she sat generously opposite Meng Qi, her eyes condensed on the nearby food box.

"Isn't this child hungry and silly before?" Meng Qi muttered quietly, suspecting that Zhenhui's IQ was defective, otherwise he would not be so dumb.

The on-duty **** monks finally carried the food container to Meng Qi's table, and when the lid was opened, the scent came out of their noses and got into their hearts.

"Good fragrance!" Meng Qi couldn't help sighing, thinking suspiciously: "Is Shaolin's" Master "really high? Or am I hungry?"

The monk stooped down and took out the food from the food container, and set them on the table one by one. Meng Qi stared at it for a moment, suddenly, this seems to be meat?

In the naive sea bowl in the center, should the fat, greasy lump be meat?

But here is the monk temple!

Meng Qi took the chopsticks in disbelief and planned to try one, but he took a few clicks, and chopsticks stretched out from the left and right diagonally. The suspected meat in the sea bowl immediately lost a whole layer. The monks at this table are extraordinary at grabbing food.

Seeing Zhenhui's mouth full of oil, Meng Qi affirmed her guess more and more, while lamenting that they could really grab it, while pinching a piece into her mouth.

It is fat but not greasy, the mouth melts, and the taste is very good. It is really delicious on earth!

But tmd is really meat!

Meng Qi felt that only swearing can express his current mood, one is to cheer for his own appetite, and the other is to express an incredible mood.

"Hey, little master." Meng Qi called Zhenhui lowly.

Zhenhui Yun's chopsticks are flying, her mouth is non-stop, and her eyebrows and small eyes are full of concentrated expression: "Huh?"

"This is meat!" Meng Qi felt obliged to remind his younger brother not to fall into a trap and violate the commandments.

Zhenhui nodded sincerely, saying vaguely, "It's meat."

I'm not asking you ... Meng Qi feels a little difficult to communicate with Zhenhui.

At this time, someone beside him said coldly, "Before‘ opening the sacrifice ’, just give up Xin.”

"Isn't it just meat?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously, only to find that he was sitting next to him.

Zhenguan did not stop eating, and said with a little sarcasm: "Look at you as a noble child, but you don't even understand the word" 荤 "?"

This is in the middle of Meng Qi's weakness, and I don't know how to answer it. Suddenly, a young, frowning monk leaning forward obliquely laughed: "Xin Xin refers to things such as strong onions and garlic, but not meat, but in the past century, people around the world have often It ’s normal for the younger brother to substitute meat for the meat. "

Meng Qi nodded gratefully. The young miscellaneous monk continued, "I originally banned killing, crickets, and meat, but afterwards compassion, and gradually banned it, but I am Shaolin as a master of martial arts in the world, and my disciples strengthen themselves. With regard to physical fitness, if there is no meat and no elixir supplements, it is inevitable that the body will lose money. Therefore, there is a cloud. Before opening the consciousness, the disciples will only abide by the original meaning, but they will not kill.

In other words, you can just kill the disciples or the farmers under the mountain? Meng Qi probably understood what was going on. As a martial art Buddha, Shaolin must consider the situation of his disciples at the physical stage, so he took advantage of the original intention of the Buddha and opened his eyes.

Seeing that the young miscellaneous monk was very talkative and clear-cut, Meng Qi felt good, and asked with a smile, "I don't know my brother's law?"

"Truth." The wooden chopsticks in the hands of the young clerk also kept on.

Meng Qi then asked: "Master Shiding, dare to ask Brother," What does it mean to open up? "

He is relying on his young body, and he can completely evade his confusion by not being taught by his family.

Mantra Haha laughed, and pointed his left finger at the wooden table: "I will know in the future.

Meng Qi glanced down his fingers, and the seven or eight sea bowl dishes on the table were half empty!

I rub! These **** are not waiting for me!

After cursing, Meng Qi picked up wooden chopsticks and joined the team of predators.

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After having had a hard time eating, Meng Qi wiped his mouth and returned to the Zen room with Zhenhui like a walk after dinner.

"Hey, to be honest, the quality of this meal is still a bit poor. At first I felt that the deliciousness was probably too hungry." Meng Qi touched his stomach, gave a full meal, and evaluated the dinner.

Zhenhui thought about it seriously: "I haven't been able to eat this time before, but since you feel worse, brother, it must be worse."

"Ah, believe me so?" Meng Qi saw Zhenhui's way of speaking and thought he seemed to be saved, so he asked curiously along his words.

Zhenhui raised her hand and touched her bald head. She was a little embarrassed and said, "I think you are a good man. I don't hate me as much as other people, so I trust you."

... Meng Qi came up with this content somehow.

Just as he was going to blow down the cowhide again and establish the glorious image of Brother, Xuan Xin came over with his stomach crouching: "Hey, you two, go and clean the yard, wait for Master and I to increase your knowledge. "

Enlighten the rivers and lakes? Meng Qi suddenly became interested. After asking where the broom was stored, he greeted Zhenhui and went to the utility room in the corner of the yard.

As a miscellaneous monk, you must have the awareness of being arranged at any time. Meng Qi does not exclude it, as long as it is not too excessive and not specifically targeted. Just like when reading or working, the head teacher or boss arranges tasks and arranges It is not uncommon to do cleaning.

Brushing, sweeping the broom across the gray stone brick floor, raising dust to remove fallen leaves.

Meng Qi and Zhenhui's currently undeveloped bodies are a bit reluctant to wave the broom, but it is still easy. After all, the yard is often cleaned and not too dirty.

Sweeping and scanning, Meng Qi suddenly came up with a strange and interesting idea, he smiled suddenly, pretending to be old voice: "Little brother, are we Shaolin sweepers?"

Alas, the advanced road for a generation of masters.

"Well, the sweeper." Zhenhui continued sweeping without looking up.

Meng Qi's smile stuck to his mouth, hesitated, and said secretly, "It's boring not to understand the stalk!"

Picking up her mood, Meng Qi cooperated with Zhenhui, and cleaned the yard before dark, and then saw a gray-clothed clerk carrying the stool of Zhaitang into the yard, each chaotically and chaotically. Sit down.

"Very proficient ..." Meng Qi wondered if Xuan Xin often gave everyone more information.

When it was dark, the mysterious, hearty, and mysterious heart walked out of his own meditation room, and several miscellaneous monks greeted him immediately, swinging the stools, lighting the lamps, and they were attentive.

"Brother, what is the story of the rivers and lakes?" Mu Mune's Zhenhui seemed to be interested in this.

"This, this, it's a long story, I will explain it slowly to you after Uncle Xuanxin has said it." Meng Qi, who had just arrived, had no idea to explain the "complex" noun to Zhenhui, and sat on the bench Waiting for Xuan Xin to begin.

Xuan Xin looked around, saw the expression of longing with satisfaction, and coughed afterwards, "Today I continue to tell you about the battle I experienced in Jiangzhou City."

"Speaking of them, the" Feitian Yesha "speechless self and the" Ice Fairy "Ye Yuqi are both well-known figures on the list. In that battle, they played Chibai Baili and the river was frozen. Huai, how can you bear to see the people being robbed? So he proclaimed a Buddhist slogan and wanted to turn the two people into private grievances ... "

He talked with dazzling expressions, but the miscellaneous monk below had different expressions, most of them were scornful and half expected.

"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 food.

The snooze monk in the front row really didn't look back, and the mosquito flies completely: "'Fei Yesha' said nothing, I am Jiang Zuo's 'Zombie Boxer', and 'Frozen Fairy' Ye Yuqi is the Northern Zhou Dynasty Emei Villa Lu Da The wife and sister of the gentleman are in the top thirty on the list, similar to my first seat in Shaolin Dharma and Bodhi Temple. "

The first seat of the Dharma and Bodhi Institutes, the deacon monk of the Mixed Service Academy ... Meng Qi instantly understood that Xuanxin was bragging. Of course, he was very skillful in blowing, and skillfully grafted the events of the rivers and lakes to himself.

Compared with the cold cold true monk, this snooty true monk is more knowledgeable?

Zhenhui continued to ask dumbly: "Uncle Xuanxin is so amazing!"

He couldn't understand the real off-string voice.

Meng Qi pulled his monk's robe and whispered: "The first one is much better than Uncle Xuanxin."

"But ..." Zhenhui also wanted to ask why Uncle Xuanxin could not stop the war, but was stopped by Meng Qi and asked him to go back and ask again, so as not to be heard by Xuanxin, Angry and punished.

Xuan Xin spoke so loudly that it took me a while to finish the anecdote of the "Wanjiasheng Buddha", and at the end I looked at new entrants such as Meng Qi and Zhenhui: "Do you have any questions? Uncle, I know everything. "

Meng Qi hurriedly said, "Uncle Xuanxin, we know very little about the affairs of the rivers and lakes. Many of you don't understand this."

"It makes sense. If you don't understand it, you can't really feel my power." Xuan Xin nodded and cleared his throat. "Then I will introduce you to the common sense of the rivers and lakes, and start from our Four Great Temples."

"Thank you Uncle Xuanxin." Meng Qi was quite happy.

Mysteriously preached: "Although there are many martial arts sects in the world, there are many schools of martial arts, but when it comes to those who can hold martial arts, there are only four temples in Buddhism, three Taoism schools, six schools of swords, six martial arts, nine demons, a family Fourteen and, as well as the inheritance left by the Six Outer Divisions. "

Speaking of the Sixth Master of the Dao, he was not quite sure, but this did not prevent him from continuing: "The Four Buddhist Temples, Shaolin Temple in the Jin Dynasty, Shuiyue Temple in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, King Kong Temple in the Western Region, and Lanke Temple."

When referring to Lanke Temple, he paused again, showing a look of uncertainty, and then became ashamed and authentic. "Actually, I have never understood why Lanke Temple should be included in the Four Buddhist Temples. Their No one knows where they are, and they are rarely traveled by rivers and lakes. There is no such thing as a world famous. "

This is also the first time that other miscellaneous monks have heard this statement, and asked inquisitively: "Why should Lanke Temple be included in the Four Great Buddhist Temples?"

Xuan Xin began to be proud again, showing off flauntingly: "It is said that the abbot walked the rivers and lakes when he was young, and once met the descendant of Lanke Temple. Later, he only said one word about this matter: 'If there is a fate, Lanke Temple is close to the horizon If it does n’t, it ’s just a stone's throw away. '"

Close to the End of the World, close to the End of the World?

So mysterious!

Every monk, including Meng Qi, was shocked, confused, curious and frightened.

Seeing that he had shocked the miscellaneous monks, Xuanxin grinned and said, "Let's get back to business, let me talk about Shaolin Temple first."

"Ten thousands of years ago, when the Buddha and the Buddha were in trouble, they were suppressed by the advent of the Buddha, but they lost their horizons and disappeared. Until 2,000 years ago, my ancestor of Shaolin Dharma came from the south, and crossed the river, and even won the first Three styles, this one of the most exalted Buddhist monasteries has reappeared in the world. "

"Although there is no master program, the princes of Dharma have been endowed by nature. For ten years, they have learned a lot from different schools and created my Shaolin vein. In just a hundred years, they have become the masters of martial arts in the world. There are as many as 72 unique skills in Shaolin, even if they are related to each other, specifically which ancestor or monk created it, I will talk about it in the future. "

What kind of demon Buddha, what, and listen to Meng Qi's heart swaying, longing for the desire to die, the martial arts in this world is probably not as simple as I imagined, God and Buddha are there! Of course, it might just be a legend.

Hey, Xuan Xin coughed suddenly and said with a grin: "It's late, and I'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

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

This, this is too appetizing! Meng Qi is preparing to listen to the 72 school-level studies, King Kong Temple, and other things. Now he is really scratching his head and scratching his stomach, but his heart is gone.

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

The two did not speak, each took off their shoes and socks, and lay on the paving, as if still immersed in the martial arts world just described by Xuanxin.

"Little master, have you been willing to be a miscellaneous monk, can you not learn Shaolin Peerless?" In the silence, Meng Qi whispered suddenly.

Zhenhui wondered: "Brother, what is willingness?"

"Just willing, happy, like, don't want more." Meng Qi again felt that it was a bit difficult to communicate with the children.

Zhenhui said, "I can eat, sleep, work, and eat, and I can hear Uncle Xuanxin tell stories. I am very willing, much better than before."

As he said, he added: "If you can learn, it's better."

Alas, Meng Qi's drool almost spewed out. I really don't know if Zhenhui is willing or not.

Meng Qi slowed down, just about to speak, and suddenly found that Zhenhui's breathing became slight, and she was dreaming.

The entire zen room was completely quiet, with only a few breath sounds undulating, which set off the night deeper and quieter.

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

Meng Qi looked at this quiet and peaceful picture. In the past, all kinds of emotions could not be suppressed. Qi Qi came to his heart, feelings of thought, sadness, wandering, confusion, self-pity and so on.

There is not much time to think about during the day, so this quiet night is "lost".

The past that can't let go, and the "forever goodbye" with a heart like a knife, made Meng Qi unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Until this moment, under these circumstances, he really understood the true meaning of Qing Lian's poem.

"The moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the moon and look down at your hometown."

Looking at the cold moon outside the window, Meng Qi was faint. 2k novel reading network