"Hello senior brother!"

"Senior Brother Zhixing is early!"

"Senior brother, are you going to the back mountains to carry water?"

On the mountainside of Wuru Peak, in the Shaolin Zen Monastery outside, a group of lay disciples get up early and have morning classes.

Even lay disciples have the same daily routine as monks who have been ordained.

Eating fasting and reciting Buddha, practicing martial arts to strengthen the body, even monks with different positions in various academies, this is also the case.

The difference between lay disciples is that in addition to practicing martial arts, there is also heavy physical labor every day.

Ordinary people think that if they enter a big sect, they will come into contact with top martial arts, and they will inevitably become a great master, but this is not the case.

If you want to gain, you must pay!

As the saying goes, there is cause and effect, plant melons and get melons, plant beans and get beans!

Lay disciples are limited by their different statuses, not only do they have to perform all kinds of work, but they also have to complete various tasks and obtain good deeds or merits.

When the good deeds accumulate to a certain extent, they will have to go through layers of tests before they will be allowed to cultivate and learn!

This process is often extremely long, especially for advanced mastery, which requires a huge amount of good deeds to be exchanged, and it may not be able to pass the test.

You can imagine how hard it is!

"Are these bald asses sincerely playing with me?"

In just three days, Wu Ming had already found out everything about the lay disciples, and he couldn't help but be angry.

As far as he knew, it was not that no one among the lay disciples had ever obtained the Yi Jin and the Second Sutra of Washing the Pulp, but there were only a few of them for hundreds of years!

Just thinking about the number of lay disciples over the centuries, the pitiful probability represented by that huge base made his scalp tingle.

It's not that he doesn't have the perseverance to complete the task of the Shaolin Temple and get enough good deeds to exchange for the "Washing the Pulp Sutra", but that the time is too long, too long to bear!

When you get the scriptures, the daylilies are cold!

Boom!

Just when Wu Ming was distracted and thinking about things, a strong force suddenly hit him, and his figure staggered to the side.

"I'm sorry, I just got distracted......"

Wu Ming subconsciously thought that it was his responsibility, and hurriedly apologized.

"Huh!"

But in an instant, the man snorted lightly, and the cold wind that followed, which shook his heart, and he was kicked out before he could react.

With a muffled bang, Wu Ming rolled heavily to the ground and knocked down a piece of grass and trees.

"Hmph, don't you walk without eyes?

The man snorted coldly and walked away.

"Ahem!"

Wu Ming glanced at the direction in which the man left, patted his shirt as if no one was around, and walked to the meditation room.

"Hey! Sure enough, I didn't expect that in the Shaolin Temple, there are people who dare to do it indiscriminately!"

Lifting his shirt, a huge purple and red footprint was right under his armpit, and his ribs hurt nonstop, Wu Ming endured the severe pain and smeared a patch of gold sore medicine.

First, the person shot too suddenly, and secondly, he was careless, always thinking that Shaolin Temple was a safe place.

Otherwise, with his fighting instincts, even if he wasn't an opponent, he wouldn't have been injured like this!

"Who the hell is targeting me?"

Wu Ming thought about it, but he didn't come up with a reason.

But one thing is certain, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there may be any aspect that makes people unsatisfied, so they deliberately suppress it!

It's not that he's too careful, it's the truth!

If you didn't do it on purpose, how could you hurt someone in the corner?

The place where he stayed before was relatively remote, and there were not many pedestrians, he was thinking about things, and he might bump into someone under distraction, but the other party was also distracted, and the probability was too low!

So, it's not an accident, it's a necessity!

......

When it was time for lunch, Wu Ming did not eat rice marrow pills alone, but went to the canteen to eat fast like ordinary lay disciples.

Different from the silence of the Shaolin canteen, the canteen here is extremely lively, like the company canteen in the previous life, noisy and chatting.

And this is also one of the best places for Wu Ming to explore intelligence!

"Nameless junior brother, sit here!"

Not far away, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy beckoned to him.

"Zhidai"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and he walked over with a smile and sat on the opposite side.

Although he has only been here for a few days, he already has his peers who are familiar with each other, and this Zhidai is quite talkative, and he has been here for several years, and he is extremely well-informed.

Most of the understanding of lay disciples comes from him!

"Nameless, what kind of law is this?"

A chubby young man next to him wondered.

"It's just a title, I don't know what to call the senior brother?"

Wu Ming said with a smile.

"Anonymous junior brother, you are not kind, I never heard you call me senior brother, why did you call Senior Brother Zhikai the first time I saw him?"

Zhidai muttered dissatisfiedly.

"Haha, who made your kid have a baby face and look tender!"

Outwitted teased.

"Huh!"

Wu Ming smiled knowingly, his eyes flashed, he glanced at Zhidai, pointed his chin in one direction, and said in a low voice, "Who is that person?"

"Who? Oh, he, that's the top 100 masters among the lay disciples in the outer court, named Zhijing, and the common family's surname is Lin, called Lin Jingtai. ”

Zhi Dai was worthy of being known as a know-it-all among the lay disciples of the outer court, and after a glance, he recognized the seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man with a burly physique.

"Lin Jingtai!"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at it silently.

Although he was kicked in the morning, he still recognized at a glance that it was this person who attacked him.

And surnamed Lin, he can't help but doubt it!

"Senior brother, don't mess with him!"

Zhikai's fat face looks simple, but in fact, he has internal wisdom like Hui Neng, and he can vaguely see that Wu Ming's expression is wrong.

"What? What else is he not going to do?"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and asked casually.

"This person's origin is not very mysterious, he is a person from the Yingchuan Lin family, but his dependent teacher, I heard that he is a high-ranking monk of the Inner Courtyard Huizi!"

The two exchanged glances, and Zhidai said softly.

The so-called relying teacher is the leader before becoming a monk, similar to the guest teacher and the teacher, although it is not a teacher, but in Shenzhou, where the concept of master and apprentice is very deep, it is already extremely close!

And the distinction between the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard of Shaolin is like a moat, and it makes it easy for lay disciples in the outer courtyard not to provoke disciples with such status!

If it weren't for Wu Ming bringing a cat and saluting, the master of the temple didn't take it, and he was very chatty, Zhidai wouldn't have gotten acquainted with him so quickly.

It's just that after a few days of side knocking, I didn't find out where Wu Ming came from, and who the Yizhi Master was, and he had such a lot of energy.

Of course, it's a good thing that I didn't find out, otherwise I wouldn't have to be stupid!

If you really want to talk about it, Wu Ming really didn't rely on the teacher, but the mysterious blind monk, chanting for him, can be regarded as half a relying teacher!

Throughout the Shaolin dynasties, none of them have this treatment!

It seems that the identities of the two of them are not simple, otherwise they would not have failed to take Lin Jingtai's family background in their eyes!

However, it's from the Yingchuan Lin clan, which is interesting!"

Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he said secretly in his heart.

When he first arrived in Shenzhou, Lin Kang, who had great murderous intent towards himself, was from the Yingchuan Lin family!

Until now, he has not seen through what kind of deep hatred and hatred the Lin family and the Wu family have, and they want to kill themselves!

"Senior brother, eat and eat, today's fast is a big supplement!"

Seeing that he was silent, he thought that Wu Ming was shocked by Lin Jingtai's life experience, and immediately ate and drank.

Unexpectedly, before the words fell, Wu Ming got up and walked over.

"Hey, since it's from a big family, why don't you go over and say hello!"

Wu Ming smiled, revealing a look of wanting to please, which made the two of them frown, and the disappointment in their eyes flashed.

Seeing that he had already gotten up, the two of them couldn't say anything, so they sighed and buried their heads in hard work, as if they wanted to eat all the stuffy stuff in their stomachs!

"Ahh

But before they could eat a few bites, they heard a terrible scream, and the frightened two people trembled all over, so they choked to death.

When I looked back, I saw Wu Ming standing next to Lin Jingtai, smiling and patting him on the shoulder, as close as an old friend!

But looking at Lin Jingtai's left hand nailed to the table with a chopstick, the bridge of his nose was deeply sunken, his face was covered with blood, and he was slowly compared by Wu Ming with half a chopstick in front of him, which made the two of them unbelievable!

In order to enter Shaolin, even if it is to become a lay disciple, I don't know how much hardship it takes.

Even so, he was trembling, for fear that he would make a wrong step and cause trouble for no reason and be kicked out of the temple.

Who would have thought that someone would dare to commit murder and hurt people in full view of everyone, and the methods were so ruthless!

"What are you doing? Don't let go of Senior Brother Zhijing?"

"Shameless rats, what kind of ability is a sneak attack, there is a kind of letting go of Senior Brother Zhijing alone!"

"Damn, you have blatantly violated the rules of the temple, and you will definitely be abolished and expelled from the temple!"

The brothers who were familiar with Lin Jingtai scolded one by one, and they didn't dare to step forward.

"Tell me, who told you to do it?"

Wu Ming pinched half of the chopsticks, and the tip of the tip slashed over Lin Jingtai's eyelids, turning a deaf ear to everyone's shouting and scolding.

"You...... Aren't you afraid of being abolished and expelled from the temple?"

Lin Jingtai's face was extremely ugly, his eyes were full of anger, but he was not worried that his life would be in danger.

If a disciple dies here, it will be a big joke, and I can't afford to lose this face!

"Believe it or not, even if I kill you, it will be fine?"

The corners of Wu Ming's mouth curled slightly, revealing a wicked smile, and he took out a chopstick from his arms, the thickness of his fingers, and connected a hemp rope-like thing, and inserted it into Lin Jingtai's ear!

"You...... What do you want to do? I'm not scared!"

Lin Jingtai only felt an itch in his cochlea, but he didn't feel any danger, and stumbled.

"Hehe, whether it's scared or not, we'll see soon!"

Wu Ming smiled evilly and gently twisted on the hemp rope.

Laugh at!

The spark flashed, and the little golden-red spark sneered towards the thing, and after it was burned, a puff of green smoke came out.

Syllable!

Just when everyone thought he was playing tricks, there was a sudden crisp sound, which was deafening.

"Ahh

Looking at Lin Jingtai again, he howled miserably, covered his ears like crazy, and rolled to the ground.

"Who dares to use force in the lay Zen Temple?"

Just when everyone was at a loss, there was a loud shout from outside the door, and they saw four gray-clothed monks rushing over.

"Oh, so the unlucky foursome!"

Seeing the comer, Wu Ming showed a playful smile.