There is no high or low.

Even in a world like the Reckless Age, which seems to have high and low Dao points, in essence, it is only because of the high and low levels of cultivators that these high and low divisions have appeared-Dao, the strongest way, the strongest way, the ultimate way, ignoring those low-level classifications, and in the end, the "Dao" of the Reckless World is nothing more than divided into these grades.

Let's use Ji Ning's kendo as an analogy, what he implements from beginning to end is nothing more than a kendo! It's just that he pursues high enough, has a good chance, and has a strong talent, and finally pushes his path to the most complete point, and turns it into his own foundation, achieving the ultimate path, that's all.

Don't others have this opportunity?

Every path has its own end, the end, which is absolute, and the difference is whether it can reach this end.

In this way, there is no distinction between superior and inferior in the essence of the Tao, but the cultivators of the Tao have widened the gap.

In the same way, if the person who planted the tree is too watery, the tree may also be discarded......

In this way, there was naturally a gap between the Dao Fruit and the Dao Fruit - therefore, although Fang Yuan still couldn't see through the details of the Guiding Tree itself, and even the "Dao Fruit-like Fruit" that had grown with the Guiding Tree at the beginning, it didn't mean that he would feel that the Dao Fruit was really out of reach—even if it was high up, at most, it would be a few more steps to get in touch with it, wouldn't it?

But now the problem is ...... Looking back and thinking about it carefully, Fang Yuan found that the question he was really facing was not how the Dao Fruit should evolve, but what the "Dao Fruit" was.

That's right, he didn't even know what the "Dao Fruit" was, the analogy was just an analogy after all, if it was to say that it was the convergence of all the perceptions of the "Dao" - Fang Yuan said that if it was all there was to it, what was the difference between it and the "Eternal Flower" of the Reckless World of the Desolation?

So......

What the hell is Dao Guo?

Fang Yuan opened his mind for a while, and felt more and more that this brain hole was very interesting, but when he really wanted to realize the brain hole, he found that it was ......

"Well, it's nothing more than throwing another doppelganger." Whether it is the deity or the clone, no matter where Fang Yuan is at this moment, as long as he is thinking about this matter, he will open his mouth like this and sigh with emotion.

The dividing line that ———— crosses————

The sky is clear and cloudless, and a verdant mountain that stretches for thousands of miles stands majestically under this blue sky, and one of the mountains is particularly eye-catching.

This mountain is towering into the clouds, majestic, and the name is also very big - its name is "Liantai Mountain"!

Of course, the name of Mount Liantai itself is not very good, but it is just like what the Burrow said in the inscription - the mountain is not high, and the name is immortal...... No one can stand on this mountain, there is a temple with a great name!

Its name is ...... Shaolin Temple.

No matter who the traverser is, I'm afraid it will inevitably be impossible to suppress the soul of complaining in the body because of this, because looking at the heavens and all the worlds, this name has already been used up - just to the point where Fang Yuan is like this, it is not really because of this little thing.

Because he has already experienced countless things that are more bizarre than this, and he has long stopped considering these issues such as where the Shaolin Temple is genuine or something, for two reasons: first, it is too complicated, no clue, no clue; Secondly, what if you really understand it? There's nothing good to be gained......

At this time, Fang Yuan, who seemed to be just a remnant soul, but was immobile under the oppression of the rules of this world, and looked incomparably light, was looking at the place not far from the entrance of Shaolin Temple - there, there was a servant-like horse-faced man who was saying some "big truths" to a little boy with red lips and white teeth and a good skin.

I don't know if it's my mother-in-law, but she has a bitter face, but she really didn't cheat at all, Fang Yuan vouched for his current third-order peak realm.

The voice came faintly: "Second Young Master, Master Hou is also forced to do so, how can it be better than at home in the temple, don't you want to think about it...... Hey, although the green light ancient Buddha here, far away from the red dust, but Shaolin is the world's martial arts sect, I can't say that you will have the opportunity to condense the golden body of the Arhat in the future, dominate the world, and transcend the sea of suffering in the world, and you have a Buddha fate, there is a nameless old monk to give you a jade Buddha pendant......"

Speaking of this, the horse-faced man also seemed to feel that he had gone a little too far, and he was ashamed - the most important thing is that you can't be too casual in fooling children these days, you have to use a little thought, otherwise you will be easily despised-so his voice gradually became lower, and after his mouth squirmed a few times, he changed his words: "Even if the golden body is difficult to achieve, the Shaolin 72 stunts are also magical, if you can learn a few doors, you will be happy in the future, and you will be happy and revenge, wouldn't it be happy......"

It's a pity that even if the standard is lowered countless times, this is still a bit too nonsense in his own opinion, so as he spoke, his voice still became more and more muffled, until finally he became like a mosquito and a fly, and simply raised his left hand, covered his face, turned around and left, leaving a long sigh like smoke.

'This is the legendary hiding and fleeing?' Fang Yuan watched this scene from a distance with great interest, and in his heart he really thought it was quite interesting - of course, no matter what the horse-faced man did, in Fang Yuan's eyes, it was just a joke, and most of it was still a trash joke that was not very interesting.

Fang Yuan just looked at the "little fresh meat" type boy with red lips and white teeth and clear eyebrows, seeing that he was full of confusion and even horror, and his eyes were full of "interesting".

"The future Mang, the sword maniac, and even the Yuan Emperor Tianzun, who finally achieved one of the strongest people in this world...... Another protagonist, Saint Su Xiaomeng in front of people......"

With a soft snort, Fang Yuan's "body" like a remnant soul slowly faded, and finally turned into a void "streamer", which suddenly burst onto the young man's body, and disappeared into his sea of soul consciousness!

"It stands to reason that the protagonist of this world of the First World is not easy to touch, after all, how many secret hands have been made on his body, even I, who have read the original book, are a little uncountable...... But who made me lazy to retrain the trumpet again this time? Those who might have been disrupted by me...... You're out of luck. ’

———— Dividing Line————

Meng Qi was stunned, because at this time he had already realized that he was not in a familiar place or anything, if he could be in a normal place, it would be fine, but he himself was clearly in an extremely strange environment - a place similar to the ancient times of our country!

'I'm just staying up late to watch the World Cup, is that so? Woke up and crossed? ’

Meng Qi didn't suspect that this was anyone's prank, nor did he think that it was in the costume shooting studio, because when the horse-faced uncle hid his face and walked away just now, although his steps were messy and hasty, it seemed like there was a ghost behind him, but the speed was as fast as a startling horse, which was absolutely beyond the power of a human!

"At first glance, he is a martial arts master!" Meng Qi "judged" the Tao based on the experience of TV - and when martial arts and TV dramas are enough to rely on judgment, it is strange that the three views of materialism can still be complete......

"Nan no Amitabha, follow me into the temple." Just as Meng Qi's mind began to be active, a low Buddha horn suddenly sounded behind him, so frightened that he almost didn't scream.

When is there another person behind me? I don't even feel it at all!

Fortunately, Meng Qi is not a protagonist with a strange brain, even if he suddenly changes and is frightened, he does not show any out-of-the-ordinary behavior - except for a head-turning action that almost twists his neck.

When the chengguan turned his head, Meng Qi saw a monk dressed in a yellow-brown monk's robe, he was extremely tall, but he was as thin as a bamboo pole, his facial features were not very special, only those eyes had a lingering decadence, which made it difficult to judge his age, forty or fifty years old, and there was nothing wrong with his early thirties.

Seeing that Meng Qi noticed him, the yellow-clothed monk didn't say much, gestured with his eyes, turned around and walked towards the main gate of the temple.

Meng Qi naturally followed, because at the moment it seemed that he had no other choice.

And after experiencing some shock about words and other aspects, Meng Qi finally came to the right place - really entered the "Shaolin Temple".

When he first arrived in a strange and strange place, Meng Qi didn't dare to ask questions, but he held back the surprise and doubts in his heart, and followed the yellow-clothed monk closely; And it was only at this time that Meng Qi had the time to look at himself carefully, and then he found that his hands were short and his feet were short, and after thinking about it carefully, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried: "Alternative 'rejuvenation'......"

Judging from the size of the palm, the whiteness of the skin, and the jade pendant worn on the waist, this body is about fourteen years old, and it is pampered.

"I don't know what this body looks like, only good-looking people have youth...... In the Shaolin Temple, the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, what else does it need! The teasing aura was slightly refreshed, and the future Yuan Emperor Great Heavenly Venerable was active again at this time - Ming Mian was frightened by the strange reality just now.

"I don't know if I can refuse to enter the temple, but I am now a small body, I have left Shaolin, I can't live at all, this is a world with martial arts, I don't know if there are any demons and monsters...... Hey, in many ancient records, those wealthy families have become a trend to raise **......"

"According to Uncle Horse-Face, even if this Shaolin is not Shaolin, it is still a martial arts sect, and it also has seventy-two stunts, I don't know if there is a ...... "Yijin Sutra"

"I used to fantasize about becoming a generation of heroes, happy and revenge, now there is hope, but why am I still unhappy? Computer, mobile phone, internet, and, family ......"

"It seems good to learn some martial arts, eh, what is the golden body of Luohan?"

A large list of chaotic thoughts passed through his heart, but no matter how erratic his thoughts were, Meng Qi could only recognize the reality in the end, with the age of his body and the condition of being abandoned, he could only study martial arts in Shaolin Temple for a period of time.

"I wonder if I can bring art to the vulgar in the future? You can quit drinking, but you can't quit meat! Meng Qi felt that he was really "far-sighted", taking one step at a time and seeing a hundred steps, and had already begun to think about what would happen after completing his studies.

Along the way, the yellow-clothed monk did not pass through the main hall dedicated to the Buddha statue, but detoured from both sides, and after passing several courtyards, he pushed open the door of a large hall for the first time.

The door creaked open, and Meng Qi looked over and found dozens of children under the age of fifteen, the youngest estimated to be only eight or nine years old, sitting cross-legged on the futon, their eyes focused on a broad-faced, big-eared monk at the top, this monk was also dressed in yellow, with a serious expression, holding a ring ruler in his hand.

"Nan Wu Amitabha, Senior Brother Xuanzang, what happened?" This broad-faced, big-eared monk has a deep voice.

Tsk, it's completely okay to sing bel canto, the more nervous Meng Qi is, the more he can't help but think about it, and at the same time he knows the bamboo pole monk who brought him into the temple called Xuanzang, and then he listened to Xuanzang's low Buddha number and said: "Senior Brother Xuanku, this is the child I mentioned before." ”

He was frank and unrestrained, and he didn't mean to explain in private at all, but the fly in the ointment was that his voice was dry and ugly, and there was a big gap between him and Xuan Ku.

Xuan Ku glanced at Meng Qi and said without a smile: "Come in turn." ”

Meng Qi looked at him incomprehensibly, and Xuanzang beside him pointed to an empty futon: "Wait to ask." ”

"Yes." No matter how Meng Qi is, he is a person who has worked for several years, and he can still understand this situation, so he quickly learns to sit on the futon with other children.

Then, after some "brainstorming", Meng Qi felt that the wisdom of his life in the previous decades may have been concentrated at this time, and after analyzing various situations, he decided to earn himself a "perfect start" - immediately when he presided over the "Shaolin Temple HR" and "Personnel Commissioner" who included these little newcomers, he said a question that he thought was very Zen and full of mystery.

"Now that I have entered Shaolin, I have forgotten the common name." After answering, Meng Qi secretly applauded himself, it was so witty and so fitting for the true meaning of Buddhism! At the same time, he can smoothly fool the big flaw that he just crossed over and didn't know the common name of this body, which is perfect-

But the facts have proved that it is as if the cross talk has to be praised seriously, and no matter how enthusiastic the confession is, it may not be worth the confession object splashing a basin of cold water on his head...... "Personnel Commissioner" Xuan looked at Meng Qi carefully, shook the ring ruler in his hand lightly twice, and directly made a stern conclusion: "The heart is too heavy, and if you enter the miscellaneous service hospital, the law name is 'Zhending'." ”

This is obviously much worse than the result that Meng Qi originally envisioned - the Miscellaneous Courtyard, compared to the "Warrior Monk Academy" where a few little babies were assigned to before, it didn't feel very good when I heard it.

It's a lot worse, the Warrior Monastery - that when you hear it, you know that it's a place to learn martial arts! As the master who has crossed over, how can Meng Qi not have a little dream in his heart?

But when the secret joy was interrupted, he didn't have time to turn the dark joy into shame - because at the moment when his Dharma name was set by Xuan Ku, a grand, lofty voice resounded in his head:

"Witness [the beginning of destiny], witness the system start."