Above the Arhat Hall is the Prajna Hall, above the Prajna Hall is the Dharma Temple, and above the Dharma Hall there is the Bodhi Temple.

Wang Xu couldn't help but think, Pranyo Hall requires a grandmaster-level master, and the Dharma Academy must not be a great grandmaster to enter, so what level does the Bodhi Academy correspond to, the broken level?

"A lineman, more than 300 warrior monks, there are more than a dozen grandmaster-level masters, and the power system of this world is really not simple. Moreover, through normal cultivation, I found that cultivating in this world, whether it is increasing internal strength or learning moves, seems to be easier than in other worlds. It's like playing a game, if other worlds are on normal difficulty, here it's easy difficulty, and the difference is very obvious. ”

Wang Xu thought upside down, there are more than a dozen worlds he has shuttled, and there are still differences between different worlds.

For example, the Republic of China plane, the reverse world plane, the black super police plane, the reality plane, and the Pirates of the Caribbean plane.

These planes can also cultivate internal strength, but compared to the orthodox martial arts world, the cultivation difficulty is higher.

For example, in the reality plane, Wang Xu relied on cultivation to increase his internal strength, and it took an average of ten hours to increase a wisp of true qi.

And in the martial arts plane, eight hours can grow a wisp.

The God of Food plane is even faster, the growth of a wisp of true qi only takes six hours, and the exercises are all the same exercises, the difference is only in the difference of the world, maybe this is the reason why the God of Food plane and martial arts are more prosperous.

After all, Wang Xu's cultivation of internal strength relied on the evolution liquid, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi was not important to him.

But for ordinary people, the difference between heaven and earth can be reflected in cultivation to a large extent.

There is also the Yijin Sutra in the world of Xiaoao Jianghu, the abbot of Shaolin Temple cultivates the Yijin Sutra, and he is a grandmaster-level master when he is seventy or eighty, if he is placed in the God of Food plane, I am afraid that he will already be a great grandmaster.

"Senior brothers, what are the requirements for being selected into the Prajna Hall?" Wang Xu stood upside down on the bluestone slab and asked a few senior brothers beside him.

A senior brother with the Dharma name Xinghu spoke: "In our generation, the Prajna Hall has not yet opened, according to the practice after the previous opening, if you want to enter the Pranya Hall, you must be under the disciples of the previous Pranya Hall, and maintain thirty undefeated moves. Don't think it's very simple, those who can enter the Prajna Hall are the best among each generation of disciples. The current members of the Prajnado Hall are all uncles and uncles of the Fazi generation, and they have been practicing in the Pranya Hall for at least twenty or thirty years. ”

Twenty or thirty years is not a decimal number, and the oldest of the monks present is in their thirties, who knows what realm they can reach after twenty or thirty years.

The disciples of the previous generation of the Prajna Hall, even if they did not reach the level of entering the Dharma Academy, they were probably the top group of grandmasters.

It is already a very difficult test to let a group of Xingzi disciples who have just entered the Grandmaster persist for thirty rounds in the hands of those people.

In the form of an upside-down handstand, it was not until five o'clock in the afternoon that the Zen master of Faquan announced his dissolution.

After a day of martial arts, the sweaty monks talked and laughed, and returned to the mountain to take a bath together.

Although the world of the god of food is prosperous in martial arts, it is a modern society after all, and the Shaolin Temple is not only conservative but also welcomes the new.

When Wang Xu returned to the monk's house after taking a bath, he saw Xing Nan using a laptop in his room, playing the classic red alert game.

"Where did the computer come from?" Wang Xu closed the door casually and sat next to him to watch the difficult game.

It is the British camp that is difficult to use, playing the island map, and fighting one-on-one with the computer.

Looking at the screen, there was not a single tank in the Xing Nan family, but they were just frantically building a shipbuilding plant and playing a non-mainstream naval battle.

"This is what I borrowed, the senior brother next door is a monk, and he often goes out to do things for others, and he secretly bought this laptop. Don't say it, there are rules in the temple, don't let us play mobile phones and computers, it's troublesome if someone knows, I'll let you play two later, have you ever played Red Police? "It's hard to have fun by yourself, and I don't forget to talk to Wang Xu without a word.

Wang Xu just smiled, as a modern person, there are a few people who have never played Red Alert.

Especially at the stage of 80 and 90, when everyone first came into contact with the computer, it was the time when the red alert swept the major rankings.

There was even a time when the Red Alert was a must for installation, and a Red Alert CD was given when you bought a computer.

"You play slowly, I'll go to another monk's house to have a look." Wang Xu watched for a while and left, and Master Mengyi gave him three months, and he could integrate into these monks within three months before he could teach him the Washing of the Pulp Sutra.

It's still early, but it's important to be prepared, because the sooner you get into the monks, the better.

Leaving the monk's house, Wang Xu planned to go to Xinghu to have a look.

Xinghu is Chinese New Year's Eve four years old today, which is relatively old among the disciples of Xingzi, and he is very concerned about the young brothers and sisters, and a good relationship with him is conducive to integrating into the collective

This afternoon, Wang Xu chatted with him for a while, this person's dream is to enter the Praruo Hall, and then pass the assessment to become an eighteen bronze people.

As a result, when I went to Xinghu's monk's house and asked, Xinghu was not in the monk's house, but went to Muren Lane to find the eighteen bronze people.

Wang Xu is also a little interested in Muren Lane and the Eighteen Bronze People, which is where Shaolin tests his disciples.

Shaolin is famous through the ages, and the disciples walk down the mountain, if the martial arts are not good, what if the reputation of Shaolin is ruined.

The answer lies in the wooden alley, only the Shaolin disciples who have broken through the eighteen bronze men have the right to walk down the mountain.

If you can't break through, you should stay honestly on the mountain, and save yourself from going down the mountain to the Shaolin Temple.

Therefore, in the rivers and lakes, the disciples of Shaolin Temple are all strong in martial arts and skilled people, and those who are not of this grade are brushed down in Muren Lane.

Woodman Lane...

Muren Lane is located in the back mountain, and there is a path down from here, and it is under the Shaomuro Mountain after it.

Like the Houshan Forbidden Land, it is not open to tourists, and is specially used to test Shaolin disciples who descend the mountain.

However, time has passed, as the eighteen bronze people of the door god of Shaolin Temple, it is difficult to see in the outside world now, and the people who dare to come to Shaolin Temple to kick the hall are also less than one generation.

"A six."

"A seven!"

"Why is it so small, what if I don't have a small card, a king..."

"K is a big name, I didn't speak in spades, which round will get you arrogant, tube!"

When Wang Xu arrived at Muren Lane, a group of golden monks were fighting the landlord together.

Suddenly hearing footsteps, the eighteen bronze people hurriedly hid the cards, and then saw that it was Wang Xu.

"Senior nephew, what are you doing, you don't know how to say hello when you come, people are scared to death!" A bronze man opened his mouth in a hurry, and then stopped caring about Wang Xu, beckoned to the others and said: "Don't worry about him, let's go on, the second spade is not, I have the king." ”

The eighteen bronze men did not guard the mountain gate, and they gathered together to fight the landlord all day long, which simply blinded Wang Xu's eyes.

Looking at Xinghu who was following the eighteen bronze men and stretching his neck to look at the cards, Wang Xu really doubted whether this guy wanted to be a bronze man or wanted to come here every day to play cards.

"Senior brother, why are you here?" Noticing that Wang Xu was coming, Xinghu reluctantly withdrew his gaze, looking like he hadn't seen enough.

Wang Xu walked up and stood with Xinghu, looked at the poker on the table and a pile of leaves, and said, "I'm here to find you, Senior Brother Xinghu, what are they playing here, winning leaves?" ”

"A leaf represents a dollar, and it will be settled together after playing, so that it is not gambling money when it is seen." Xinghu said to Wang Xu while shaking his head and looking at the cards.

When Wang Xu heard that this game was so small, he asked: "You look so energetic, why don't you go and play with them for a while, don't they take you to play?" ”

Xinghu didn't look back, just rubbed his hands at Wang Xu and made a gesture of money.

Shaolin disciples do not have salaries, especially ordinary disciples, unless they bring money and things up the mountain before becoming a monk, they have no money on them.

Upward, the monks of the Dharma generation are better, there are martial arts performances, pujas, activities such as transcendence, and most of them belong to the Shaolin Temple, and they can still get a little benefit.

The disciples below are miserable, unless the uncle and uncle above leak a little, otherwise the soup will not be drunk.

Obviously, Xinghu is this kind of hard work, the money obtained from the martial arts performance belongs to the master, and there is not a single hair left of his fox roasted hands.