In the early morning of the next day, as soon as the sky was bright, Zhixian led Wu Mingxian to take two flat poles and a wooden barrel, and came all the way to Houshan Waterpool.

"Zhixian, what's going on?"

Wu Ming weighed the wooden barrels at the bottom of the bucket, and the weight was not light, each one was a hundred catties.

Even if it is filled with water, it is only three or five hundred catties, and for him, carrying it in one hand is like playing.

But Zhixian is different, his body is thin and weak, and he is really the same as Huikong, he has no cultivation, and he doesn't even refine his body!

But what surprised him was that along the way, although Zhixian was sweating on his forehead, there was no sign of exhaustion.

"Master Wu, the little monk doesn't understand the mystery, but when I see other ordained senior brothers, it's all the same!"

Zhixian scratched his bald head, dragged the heavy wooden bucket of water, struggled to pick it up, and stopped and waited.

"Something is wrong!"

Wu Ming is filled with water in the same way, and when he can resist it on his shoulder, the pressure increases sharply, as if it is dozens of times heavier.

Carefully observing Zhixian's expression, he found that he was a little more relaxed than when the bucket was empty, and he was even more puzzled.

"Let's change!"

For things that he can't understand, Wu Ming is used to solving them with practical actions.

Zhixian didn't shirk either, put down the flat shoulder directly, and picked up Wu Ming's bucket!

Even if the bucket is changed, the weight is still the same, and Zhixian is not affected at all!

"It seems that although this carrying water is a punishment, it is also a kind of cultivation!"

Wu Ming strode forward.

"Master Wu, in the past, the little monk was greedy for food and sleep, and he was punished several times, and the master once warned the little monk that his heart was calm and natural!"

After Zhi Xian shook his head and finished speaking, he actually took a step and walked along the mountain road faster than Wu Ming.

In that case, it is okay to ...... The heart is calm and light!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed, he shook his lower neck, and followed with all his strength.

With his cleverness, he was naturally able to guess several possibilities.

The slab and the barrel, and even the water, are probably different from the usual.

Vary!

Taking Zhixian as an example, he grew up in Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and was influenced by Buddhist scriptures, and his mind was simple, so he was naturally unaffected.

But Wu Ming is different, he just had a purpose, went up the mountain all the way, underwent tests, and fought wits with Hui Ku and Hui Kong one after another, and a thousand thoughts were not enough to describe!

In this way, it is like carrying a mountain, which is not an exaggeration!

But he was not discouraged by this, but was aroused by his fighting spirit, thinking about how to take advantage of this unique condition to cultivate!

Ruo Zhi first knew that his kind reminder did not help Wu Ming, but made his thoughts more radical, and he didn't know how he would feel.

"Zhixian, our trip is to observe the three levels of Shaolin broken by Huiyue, a disciple of Xinyue Nunnery, when will it start?"

Although the weight has doubled, even Wu Ming is quite difficult, but he is used to asking for information as if nothing happened.

"The little monk doesn't know, but I just heard the master say that he will be at peace with fate!"

Zhixian had nothing to hide about this and said with a smile.

"Then you can see that you have seen Huiyue?"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, tasted it carefully, and secretly lined his heart, "It seems that this third level doesn't know when it will start!"

"I heard that Senior Sister Huiyue is a heavenly maiden, but the little monk has no chance to see it!"

Zhixian said a little shyly.

"Haha, women are tigers!"

Wu Ming laughed heartily.

"Master said, the story told by Wu Shi implies Zen principles, which seems to be easy to understand, but in fact it is obscure, so that the little monk can forget!"

Zhixian hesitated.

"It's okay to forget, you're still young anyway, and when you're older, you'll understand!"

Wu Ming said meaningfully.

"Hmm!"

Zhixian nodded ignorantly.

I didn't know that I had become a chess piece in the battle of wits between Master and Wu Ming!

"Tired, aren't you?

Wu Ming saw that he was sweating profusely and proposed.

"Can't stop, can't stop!"

Seeing Wu Ming's puzzled look, he looked around in embarrassment, and whispered, "Eight steps to catch the cicada, one step at a time of Zen machine, no advance and self-retreat!" Amitabha, the little monk has broken the precepts again!"

When Wu Ming heard this, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he silently helped Zhi straighten the flat shoulder first.

Under the calm complexion, the thoughts are surging, and the waves are continuous!

"No wonder I feel wrong, I climbed the mountain for a long time, the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, how should I not arrive in half an hour, it turned out to be a formation, no, or Zen machine wonderful!

Looking back deeply at the stone steps he had walked through, Wu Ming took a deep breath and strode forward, looking forward to the future.

Just by contacting a Shaolin novice who doesn't know martial arts, you can explore so many mysteries, if you stay for a long time, you may be able to find something!

Now Wu Ming not only regards carrying water as a way to cultivate, but also regards this road as a journey of treasure hunting!

Thirty loads of water is not too much, but it is a lot less, and it still took a day and a night!

When the sky was just dawning the next day, Wu Ming and Zhixian looked at the fading stars, looked at each other and smiled.

"With my current cultivation, fifteen loads of water will exhaust my strength, but Zhixian's situation is almost the same as mine!

The Buddhist scriptures and Zen principles are broad and profound, and they really can't be underestimated by any kind of cultivation!"

Wu Ming's mind turned a thousand times, just one day in Shaolin, and the shock brought was far beyond imagination.

It is said that the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, eating fasting and chanting, is boring and tasteless, but only those who are really immersed in it can understand the three flavors of the Tao!

He washed his face with the cold spring water, and looked at the tired face reflected in the water, Wu Ming smiled.

The seemingly ascetic-like ascetic life brings a spiritual sublimation far beyond physical fatigue!

"Oh, let's eat!"

After resting for a while, Wu Ming took out the pastry.

"Amitabha, Master Wu, the little monk can't break the precepts!"

Zhi first looked at it, and quickly lowered his head and recited the scriptures.

"Master Huikong has said it, you are a child, it's okay!"

Wu Ming forced the pastry over.

Zhixian waved his hand again and again.

"You know Shenxiu, right?"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and threw pastries up and down, like juggling.

"Ah, Master Wu knows Master Shenxiu?"

Zhixian's eyes moved up and down, and he asked subconsciously.

"Hey, I didn't expect that the little monk is not low, although it can't be said that he is disrespectful to the old, but it can be regarded as disrespectful to the elder!"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"Amitabha, don't be like this, Master Shenxiu is my Shaolin Buddha, how can there be a transgression?"

Zhixian was slightly stunned and said solemnly.

"Haha, no wonder your sister Chu Chu keeps saying that you are almost wood! Let me tell you, that little monk is not authentic, not only has he eaten meat buns, but he has also bought and sold them from me, in exchange for a treasure! You say, what is it to eat a few vegetarian snacks?"

Wu Ming laughed out loud and stuffed the pastry into the dumbfounded Zhixian's mouth.

"Buddhism has a saying, monks don't speak, although Master Wu is not a disciple of Buddhism, he can't use such nonsense to deceive poor monks!"

Zhi first came back to his senses and pushed the pastry back with some annoyance.

"Hey, what are you lying about? I told him, wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha sits in his heart! Meat buns have to be eaten, and wine has to be drunk obediently!"

Wu Ming sneered and patted his thigh.

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha sits in his heart, Amitabha, what the master said is true, Wu Shi has a wisdom root!

Then how did Shenxiu Master Ancestor buy and sell it?"

Zhixian clasped his hands together and saluted, already half-convinced, and asked with the pastry in his hand.

"He forcibly exchanged a treasure with the eighteen Buddha beads, is it considered a forced purchase and sale?"

The corners of Wu Ming's eyes twitched slightly, and he secretly slandered in his heart, how do you think that he wants me to be a monk?

"Amitabha......! It seems that this is true!"

Zhi Xian was suspicious at first, and wanted to ask where the Buddha treasure was, but he didn't know what he thought, so he changed his mouth when the words came to his mouth, and then quickly stuffed the pastry into his mouth, and swallowed it in three or two bites.

"Haha!"

Wu Ming laughed heartily.

After eating and drinking, the two returned, Zhi went to the errand first, and Wu Ming went back to the guest room of the Zen Temple.

Yue Xianjun was not there to visit his friends, Chu Chu's injury had not healed, he was bored and teasing the kitten, and he was not in the mood to take care of him.

As one of the ancestral gardens of Zen Buddhism, Shaolin Temple covers an extremely wide area, and countless mystical formations are prohibited, even if the guest room is located outside the Zen courtyard, I don't know how long it will take to walk to finish.

There was nothing to do, Wu Ming went out of the guest room alone and walked around the Zen courtyard.

When I met the monks on the way, they were also very polite to stop and give gifts, without crossing the half-point, strolling leisurely, as if they were visiting their own back garden.

Wherever you go, no one stops you and no one cares!

"It seems that there is no need to be spied on at all! Also, if the dignified Shaolin can be easily spied on, there are few safe places for the human race!"

Wu Ming thought for a long time, and didn't know what to do, when he suddenly saw a monk who was sweeping, his eyes lit up, and the most sincere smile appeared on his face, and he walked over.

So, a strange scene appeared in the Zen temple.

A young man with a smile on his face, like the most devout believer, will diligently help sweep every time a sweeping monk passes by.

Especially those elderly monks, although they tried every means to excuse themselves, the young people always put the phrase 'respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of the human race', and they had no choice but to let him help.

Of course, help is helped, and from time to time there are some interesting stories from the outside world.

Most of these old monks have never taken half a step out of Shaolin for most of their lives, and the young man's words are mostly ordinary and interesting, which has attracted a lot of laughter.

The quiet Zen temple also adds a bit of fun!

Although the teenager will also ask some things about Shaolin, most of them are harmless, and for the sake of his enthusiasm and diligence, the old monks also know everything.

In this regard, even the monks of the precept hall can't find fault, and they can't dampen the enthusiasm of a young man who is dedicated to Buddha, right?

And so, this situation lasted for three days!

He didn't know that his every move was in the eyes of the two people.

When Huikong heard this, he shook his head and sighed, and Huikong had been observing in secret for three days, his face full of horizontal flesh was cold, and he didn't say a word.

In the end, even Yue Xianjun had heard of it, and when he went out to visit friends, he would always hear someone puzzled and mocked.

Chu Chu felt even more faceless, buried his head in the guest room of the Zen Academy, and became everyone's lady without leaving the door!

"My hands are almost calloused, what about the legendary sweeping monk?"

As everyone knows, Wu Ming has a lot of slander in his heart, and he is not shallow!