The second teenager is still a problem like this, and the ending is also eliminated.

After asking more than a dozen people in a row, it was the turn of a child who said that he was dependent on his grandmother, who died last month, and their land and house were also expropriated, and he had nowhere to go, so he came to be a monk. When Elder Qiujiang heard this, he left him behind.

Most of the next twenty or thirty people were also eliminated, leaving only two children, both of whom were children of people who really couldn't survive.

It seems that this Elder Qiujiang is really good!

Gong Qianbai commented on the old monk in his heart. Just now, Tiezhu said that now the world is full of people who can't eat, and no one cares about their life or death, freezing and starving to death abound, Elder Qiujiang recruits monks with a heart to let people who are more difficult to live live, and this compassion is admirable in the first place.

Soon it was Tiezhu's turn for the four of them, Tiezhu ate strongly, was directly brushed down by the old monk, and went home dejected. Immediately afterwards, the big cow was also brushed down, and Gong Qianbai guessed that he told the old monk that there were still two acres of thin fields at home. Instead, the hoe was left behind, because their family had no property, let alone farmland, and there were four siblings below.

Gong Qianbai was at the end, and when he saw that he was white and clean, he wanted to let him go directly, but when he saw Gong Qianbai's face, his eyes showed a look of shock, so he stopped and asked him a few questions.

"Where did it come from? Where to go? ”

Gong Qianbai replied: "I don't know! ”

"Who are you?"

Gong Qianbai: "Gong Qianbai! A lost man! ”

"Is it great for good, or is it great for evil?"

Gong Qianbai: "For goodness!" The wicked have their own wicked grinding! ”

"Stay!"

Gong Qianbai: "Oh! ”

The old monk sang a Buddha horn, said "follow me", turned around and walked towards the main hall.

The main hall of Daenji Temple is very magnificent, but the furnishings inside are very ordinary, except for Buddha statues, offering tables, futons, wooden fish, etc., there are almost nothing else inside. The big shop was full of monks, there were as many as forty or fifty people, and when they saw Elder Qiujiang entering the hall, they all shouted a Buddha call and stood up, standing on both sides of the main hall.

Gong Qianbai and the other five children followed Elder Qiujiang into the main hall, and the other four children didn't seem to have experienced such a big scene, and they looked a little nervous, only Gong Qianbai looked left and right in the main hall.

Elder Qiujiang walked to the Buddha, bowed respectfully a few times, offered incense in front of the Buddha, turned to look at the five children in the main hall, and said solemnly:

"My Buddha is compassionate! As soon as you enter the Shamen, the six roots are pure, and you will no longer have any contact with the world, and I will ask you for the last time: Are you sincere in your desire to become a monk? ”

The five teenagers answered "yes" in unison.

Elder Qiujiang asked again: "When you enter the Buddhist Gate, you must always abide by the precepts and rules of the Buddhist Gate, the first precept is to kill, the second is to steal, the third is to fornicate, the fourth is to lie, and the fifth is to drink, are you willing to abide by it?" ”

Again, the five teenagers answered "yes" in unison.

Elder Qiujiang then asked for the third time: "Although you are in the Buddhist Gate to eat 100 family meals and wear 100 family clothes, you also have to work in ordinary times, chopping wood, carrying water, farming, picking, if there is extra food and help the poor people around you, are you willing to do it?" ”

For the third time, the five teenagers answered "yes" in unison.

Seeing this, Elder Qiujiang nodded, took the razor from the hand of the little monk next to him, wet the hair of the five people with water, and shaved them one by one, chanting words in his mouth while shaving.

This time, Gong Qianbai was still at the end of the line, and Elder Qiujiang shaved Gong Qianbai's degree while earnestly admonishing:

"My Buddha is compassionate, compassion for all sentient beings! In the future, if you can save one more person, you must not give up easily! But whoever can do more good deeds must not be lazy! But whoever can spare someone's life must not be killed! I give you the Dharma name Guangji today, for my personal disciples, I hope you can remember today's words in the future! ”

Gong Qianbai listened to the old monk's speech, and the more he listened, the more he felt that he meant something, but he couldn't understand what he was referring to, so he had to keep these words in his heart first, and wait for confirmation in the future.

However, the words "personal disciples" seemed to surprise the monks, and most of the monks raised their heads to look at Gong Qianbai, but they didn't say anything.

"Apprentices, remember the master's teachings!"

Gong Qianbai clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to Elder Qiujiang.

Well? How do palms get hot?

Gong Qianbai suddenly felt that there seemed to be a heat flow in his suitable hands, and he was so frightened that he quickly loosened up, and the palms of his hands separated, and the heat flow disappeared in an instant.

It's greasy! But this is clearly not the place to study.

After shaving, there were special deacons and monks who arranged for the five new little monks, assigned houses and affairs, explained the rules of the temple, and asked a young monk named Guanghui to take them with him.

Guanghui is a very wooden monk, not only does not understand the world, but also is not good at words, but he is a good hand at working in the temple, and he is also very good, and he takes care of the 5 new little monks.

Gong Qianbai was assigned to sweep the floor, and a large part of the front hall of the Great Circle Temple belonged to him to clean, and when he changed his monk's clothes that day, he took the broom and began to clean the ground.

Sweeping the floor is a better choice for Gong Qianbai, because sweeping the floor does not prevent him from thinking about problems.

In the troubled times of the Yuan Dynasty, he became a southern Han with the lowest social status, and he also became a monk with no relatives, and it was not easy to survive well in this world.

In addition to these practical questions, there are also his thoughts on the Buddhist scriptures. It's strange to think about that book now, it looks like a Buddhist scripture, but now that I think about it, it doesn't seem to be, and I can't tell what it is, so it has always puzzled him.

Hey? What's the name of that book? Why is it that all of a sudden there is no impression at all?

Alas! I don't know what happened to my goddess now, did he worry about his sudden disappearance in that world? Is it sad? Do you have even a thought about yourself?

Gong Qianbai was afraid to know the answer.

That's right! When I put my hands together in the main hall just now, why did my palms get hot?

Gong Qianbai found a corner of the wall that no one noticed, leaned the broom against the wall, put his hands together, and sure enough, his palms were faintly hot again, and he felt that the temperature was getting higher and higher, and after a while, Gong Qianbai's hands were so hot that he couldn't bear it, and quickly let go again.

What is the reason for this? Could it be that the palms of your hands are the positive and negative poles of electricity?

Try again!

Gong Qianbai's hands fit again, and the feeling of burning palms appeared again, this time he hurriedly looked inside through the seams of his hands, but there really seemed to be nothing in his palms.

Gong Qianbai had the spirit of breaking the casserole and asking to the end, and opened his hands very slowly a little bit, and this time he suddenly found that he was tired: there was a white light in the palm of his hand!

Could it be that I came to this world and suddenly had superpowers? Or a martial arts master with superb internal strength?

Gong Qianbai's heart gradually became excited, what is the most important thing to him now? A means of saving lives, of course! The more the merrier!

Continue to slowly open the palm of the hand, gradually opening from the direction of the tiger's mouth, and the direction of the little finger is still tightly together.

The white light is getting stronger and stronger, and the heat flow in the palms of these hands does not disappear with the separation of the palms, but it does not have the feeling of getting hotter and hotter just now, but only maintains a more comfortable heat.

When the palms of both hands are on a flat surface, something magical happens: the white light emitted by the palms of both hands overlaps at a height of a foot from the palms, forming strange patterns and symbols!

This is?

A book?

That's right! Gong Qianbai carefully confirmed that those patterns and symbols were indeed a book!

Because at this moment, there are two words written on the book uprightly: history books!

Strangely, it wasn't Chinese characters, nor was it any language I'd ever seen, so I could say I'd never seen it.

But you can understand it at a glance!

You don't need to translate, you know it's two words from a history book when you see that symbol!

Is this the first strange thing of the day? At least the fourth piece!

Although Gong Qianbai was shocked in his heart, his expression had long been numb, and the so-called strange is roughly this truth.

However, with only two words in history books, what is the use of this book?

As soon as this thought popped up in Gong Qianbai's head, the two words of the history book disappeared immediately, and were replaced by a pair of pictures and accompanying texts, which looked very similar to the three-dimensional movies he had seen before, but now the volume was much smaller, and it was a real three-dimensional image.

In the first picture, Pangu opened the world, and the text next to it describes in detail the entire process and greatness of Pangu's opening of the world.

Isn't it a myth or legend? Could it be true?

However, as soon as this idea came to mind, the accompanying text next to it changed, and it was written in big words:

It's true!

Can this book still read my thoughts? This is too godly, isn't it?

Nuwa creates people!

These 4 words suddenly popped out of Gong Qianbai's head.

Immediately afterwards, the picture on the book immediately changed to Nuwa creating a man, with a caption written next to it.

King Wu is slashing!

Burn Xianyang!

Fight to the death!

The change of Xuanwu Gate!

Yellow robe!

……

Every time Gong Qianbai moved a thought, the book in his hand immediately jumped to that screen, detailing the relevant events.

Sure enough, it's a history book!

Nanchang uprising!

Gong Qianbai wanted to test whether the history of later generations could be revealed, but it turned out that there was no change in the book.

Originally, there were only records of events before the Yuan Dynasty, but this is also very powerful, and many historians do not know about it in this book.

But what kind of golden finger is this history book? Neither can fight nor make a fortune, and he doesn't have any superpowers, his existence doesn't seem to have any impact on his status in this world!

Is this forcing yourself to be a historian? Do you want to become a historian in these troubled times?

Stinky old nine! Stinky old nine! It seems that the status of scholars in the Yuan Dynasty was the lowest, right?