"What's the situation, do you see that I can change the Jingjing, this old monk wants to leave me in Shaolin and imprison me?"

Before Wang Xu came to Shaolin, he didn't expect that his Yijin Sutra would be seen through by Master Mengyi at a glance.

After all, although Master Mengyi showed that he knew martial arts in the movie, he did not describe it in too much detail, and no one knew how high his martial arts were.

Now that I look at it, it is almost as high as the sky, and among the four masters of Jingu Huangliang, Master Huang Yi has a description of the supernatural powers of martial arts.

It's just that although Wang Xu was surprised, he wasn't too afraid.

The main line of the movie God of Food is funny and joyful, from top to bottom, every character who appears has comedy cells.

In the movie, Master Mengyi is also a very humorous and wise person, and he is a real Taoist monk, which is different from the old-fashioned and old-fashioned Shaolin abbots in the martial arts world.

"Master, can I refuse?" Wang Xu was silent for a moment, and asked with a hesitant face.

Master Mengyi smiled slightly, and said: "Donor, your daughter is a Buddha, your merits are immeasurable, you are my Shaolin guest, how can a poor monk embarrass you." It's just that you really have a relationship with my Buddha, so the poor monk just asked, don't misunderstand. ”

Hearing this, Wang Xu breathed a sigh of relief.

Master Mengyi wanted to force him to stay as a monk in Shaolin Temple, but Wang Xu could only leave with the shuttle door, and he missed the marrow washing scripture.

Now it seems that Master Mengyi did not pursue the meaning of the Yi Jin Sutra, which gave him a lot of room for manoeuvre.

Moreover, Master Mengyi mentioned twice that the merits of the Thousand Golden Buddha are immeasurable, and it seems that the money offensive is still effective.

In this case, can you use the money offensive to borrow the Shaolin Temple's marrow washing scripture?

Thinking of this, Wang Xu clasped his hands together and said, "Master, don't talk in front of the monks, I came to Shaolin this time to borrow the marrow washing scripture of your temple to read." As long as the master agrees, I am willing to give 10,000 gold again to decorate the temple for Shaolin and reshape the golden body for the Buddha, hoping that the master can be accommodating. ”

"Washing the marrow meridian?" Master Mengyi thought for a moment, shook his head and said: "This request cannot be agreed to by the poor monk, the marrow washing scripture is the treasure of my Shaolin Town Temple, and it cannot be passed on to outsiders." ”

In the two words of outsiders, Master Mengyi bites very hard, and there is something in his words.

Wang Xu understood after thinking about it, it can't be passed on to outsiders, can it be passed on to his own people.

Good guy, this old monk still wants him to be a monk, is he so Buddha-like, born to be a monk.

"Enter my Shaolin Gate, be my Shaolin people, you don't have to be a monk to become a monk, you only shave, you don't have precepts, and you can be a lay disciple. Donor, you have a lot of wisdom roots, and the Buddha has a fate, this is your fate with Shaolin, the door of my Shaolin Temple, open for you at any time, Amitabha..."

The Dream Relic Master Gao Xuan Buddha was obviously motionless under his feet, but he floated away in front of Wang Xu.

Wang Xu watched Master Mengyi go away, and subconsciously touched his hair, faintly feeling a little moved.

If you only shave your degree and do not take precepts, you can learn the Washing Sutra, and this transaction can be done.

After all, this knife is different from the knife in the Sunflower Treasure Book, the hair can still grow out if it is gone, and he has no loss, but he has the title of a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple.

With a false name, in exchange for such a mastery as the Washing of the Myelin Sutra, as long as you are a normal person, you will know how to choose.

... The next day...

"Brother Idiot, hurry up, I'm going to go to morning class soon!"

Early in the morning, the sun has just risen, accompanied by bursts of bells, and the day of Shaolin Temple begins.

One monk's house, four bald heads, four white-gray monk's robes, four pairs of monk's shoes, this is a standard configuration.

Wang Xu rubbed his eyes, and according to his own habits, one hand touched the cigar box next to the pillow.

It was only then that he remembered that he was already a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple, and the cigar had already been confiscated by the master of the dream relic.

"Idiot junior brother, don't be stunned, we have to hurry up and go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall for morning class, if you are late, you will be punished and not allowed to eat breakfast." A monk pushed Wang Xu and said impatiently.

Wang Xu looked at this person, this monk is difficult, he can be regarded as his senior brother.

In addition to the difficulty of walking, there are also two senior brothers in the monk's house, Xingmu, counting him, the junior brother who is an idiot with the Dharma name, and there are four people in a monk's house.

Among the four people, according to his cultivation, he was the highest, but his rank was the youngest.

Because he only started yesterday, there is no younger generation than him, who asked him to insist on refusing to shave his degree, and become the personal disciple of Master Mengyi.

Touching the bald head on his head, Wang Xu got up lazily and went to the water tower at the door to fetch water and wash his face.

There are many monks in Shaolin Temple, there are more than a dozen monks in the dream word generation, dozens of monks in the law word generation, and hundreds of monks in the line word generation.

The monks who wash their faces on the side of the water tower are all senior monks of the line, Dharma and dream, and they all have their own separate rooms, which cannot be seen here.

When Wang Xu came to wash his face, some monks pointed at him, saying that this was the new junior brother.

"Senior Brother Xingnan, do we get up so early every day?" Wang Xu washed his face, flushed his bald head with his hand, and asked the line next to him.

Xing Nan was a young monk in his twenties, and he belonged to the warrior monks, and after hearing the voice, he nodded and said: "Yes, I usually get up at five o'clock, and go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall at half past five to do morning classes and listen to those uncles preach the scriptures." At seven o'clock, the lecture ended, everyone went to the canteen to eat together, and then the monk went to the Manjushri Hall to chant sutras, and the monk went to the back mountain to practice martial arts, and it was like this every day. ”

After washing his face a few times, Wang Xu followed the other monks and walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The hall is very spacious, with hundreds of yellow futons lined up in front of the statue of Lord Buddha.

And under the statue of the Buddha, sitting cross-legged are three monks in robes who look to be forty or fifty years old.

These three monks sat cross-legged in the shape of a finished product, all of them were monks of the Dharma generation, one by one, looking at the nose, nose, mouth, mouth, and heart, and they didn't look at the monks who walked in.

"Sitting at the front is Uncle Fayi, who has studied the Diamond Sutra for 30 years, and every Monday of the month, he presides over the explanation of the Diamond Sutra. We are all warrior monks, as long as we can understand the scriptures, we will not be asked questions about the scriptures. ”

After Xing Nan finished saying these words, he folded his hands in front of Master Fayi, bowed his head and walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Wang Xu also followed his example, walked in with his hands folded, sat on the futon next to Xing Yan, and quietly looked at the people around him.

Judging from the monk's robe, it is impossible to see who is a monk and who is a warrior monk.

However, from the beginning of entering the temple gate, the palace gate itself is the dividing line, Wang Xu found that it was difficult and hard, and several warrior monks were sitting on the right.

From this point of view, the right side should be the majority of warrior monks, and the left side is the position of the monks.

"Bell Bell !!"

Master Fa Yi had a golden bell in front of him, and when he saw that everyone had arrived, he picked up a hammer and struck it on the golden bell a few times.

Hearing the sound of the bell, the monks fell silent, most of them sat cross-legged, and a few took out the Diamond Sutra and placed it in front of them.

Wang Xu also has a Diamond Sutra, which is prepared for new disciples who enter the temple, and when they can memorize the scriptures, they will take back the scriptures again.

Flipping through the yellowed scriptures, Wang Xu also pretended to sit on the futon.

After a few moments, Master Fa Yi slowly opened his mouth and began chanting in a chanting manner.

If I heard it, the Buddha was defending the country for a while...

As soon as Master Fa Yi spoke, the sound of chanting sounded in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, which was the most widely circulated Diamond Sutra.

Wang Xu looked left and right, those who could recite followed the recital, and those who could not be read by them.

For a while, the voices of hundreds of people gathered together and resounded in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Occasionally, there are a few sneaky and slippery students, just like the bad students who led everyone to memorize texts in elementary school, and just opened their mouths and dozed off.

Unconsciously, Wang Xu had the illusion of returning to the campus, if it wasn't for the sight, maybe this illusion could be stronger.