Zhang Huen moved slowly behind the crowd, Wudang's prestige resounded all over the world, there were really a lot of people who signed up, and the people who stood in front of the stage took the trouble to collect money and accept people, and they were very busy, on the other hand, the Five Poisons Sect on the opposite side, that was really. =Top=Dot=Small-Say .。。。。。 Tsk, except for some people with special hobbies, it's really a lot of time, but there is one exception, that is, the Sun and Moon God Sect, people don't need to play any signboards, hang the large beautiful paintings of the Oriental Sect Leader there, and the people are like a tide.

Looking at the long queue in front of him, Zhang Huen inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Taishan Beidou Shaolin faction next door, a few big bald heads went there with a pestle, saying how bad the scenery is, how bad the scenery is, the team is only about one-third of the length of the Wudang faction, and the disciples who are accepted, except for the crooked melon and cracked jujube are the characters with slanted eyebrows and hanging eyes, and there are few square and good people at a glance.

(How about not entering Shaolin?) ）

Zhang Huen remembered his Buddhist cultivation and the familiar Shaolin 72 stunts, as if he could get out of Shaolin early. Thinking about it, he moved out of the team, Shaolin monk is good, in addition to eating fasting and chanting Buddha is a little annoying, it is just in line with his interests of Taoguang Yanghui, and he came out early, which means that he is involved in the rivers and lakes earlier, as long as he waits for the space to integrate the monitoring system, he will be able to make wind and rain in the rivers and lakes, and happily collect the creation points he needs.

"Such half-heartedness, even if you enter the Shaolin gate wall, you won't achieve much."

Zhang Huen didn't care about the broken thoughts of those people, he was at the end of the Shaolin registration dragon, the speed here is much faster than that of Wudang, the monks think that they can save all the ugliness in the world, and even the inspection is exempted, collect money, record names, leave, collect money, record names, and leave. Soon it was Zhang Huen's turn.

"En, Zhang Huen, the name is deep and Zen, go ahead."

The monk drew a ghost talisman and pasted it on him, and pushed him onto the carriage behind him, which had only two rows of benches. Zhang Huen climbed up and squeezed towards the back of the car, and a young man with soft black hair frowned and let him squeeze his wide body onto the stool.

Zhang Huen sat on the stool and said hello to the young man beside him, the young man's immature face was a little thin, and he looked a little unsociable, but he just nodded and closed his eyes. The carriage was filled with 20 men, and Herod began to run towards the bumpy pipe. Novice villages like Zhang Village can be seen everywhere in the Martial Saint Dynasty, and when all the novices join the sect, these novice villages will gradually disappear in the struggle between the sects.

Zhangcun is located in the south of the Yangtze River, from Jiangnan to Henan Road, the distance between it is also far away, all the way to Songshan, along the way there are convoys scattered and converged, until entering the territory of Henan Province convoy left Shaolin and Songshan faction. Seeing that the Songshan faction is spending money like dirt, the disciples who drive the car are all freshly dressed and angry. Compared with the gray cloth monk jacket of the disciples of Shaolin Temple, it can be said that the judgment is high.

Coming to the foot of Shaolin Mountain, it is already crowded with sensational heads, how many people can a sect hold, if it is really according to the Shaolin Temple's land occupation specifications, the number of tiles, this crowded at the foot of the mountain can not fit in at all. But a movie is a movie, the thousand-year-old temple on Shaomuro Mountain has now expanded a hundred times, don't you see the climbing stone steps like the real Great Hall, wide, smooth, solemn atmosphere?

One was fair-skinned. The emaciated monk stood on the steps in a white monk's robe, and led the disciples to lead everyone forward, and after a chattering conversation, to the effect that they asked everyone if they had a heart for the Buddha or a heart for martial arts, to put it bluntly, it was the difference between lay disciples and formal disciples.

Zhang Huen walked behind the stuffy young man, looked at his soft and thick black hair, and wondered how many people could be willing to shave off the three thousand troubles on their heads?

The road of life is full of choices, lay disciples can retain the rights of some worldly people, but the exercises practiced must not be compared with formal disciples, formal disciples can make rapid progress on the road of martial arts, but they must keep the precepts, when they think of the world of flowers, they will leave themselves, and how many people are willing to give up many joys of life for the sake of martial arts?

Under the steps, everyone looked at the diverted companions in front of them, lay disciples are not allowed to climb the mountain gate, they can only practice in the martial arts academy under Shaomu Mountain, they look at more and more people who are willing to become lay disciples are left at the foot of Shaomu Mountain, they can't help but whisper, everyone is mixed with the sergeant's path, become a privileged class, since lay disciples can also achieve such a goal, why bother to shave the ordination and precepts to live the miserable life of the green lantern ancient Buddha.

Of course, there are not a few people who have the idea of being a monk first and then returning to the vulgar, so there is also a scattered flow of people on the side of the climbing stone steps, and the young man in front of Zhang Huen also chose the monk's road, and went up the stone steps under the guidance of the disciples, and it was Zhang Huen's turn, he naturally could not give up the opportunity to contact the supreme martial arts of Shaolin in order to enjoy the life of this movie world, and he firmly chose my heart to the Buddha without even blinking his eyes, took a wooden sign from the white-clothed monk, and followed the young man to start climbing.

The location of Shaolin is at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, not far from the bottom of the mountain, you only need to climb more than 100 stone steps to come to the mountain gate, because Shaolin Temple has more than 100,000 registered disciples, even if more than eighty percent have chosen the layman, but the remaining more than 20,000 monks are also very large, the enlarged mountain gate stands majestically at the door, can accommodate eight horses to enter side by side, Zhang Huen followed the wooden boy into the mountain gate, passed through the side door of the Tianwang Palace, looked at the tall Daxiong Treasure Hall in front, and was led by the monk from the west side of the drum tower to the monk's house in the outer courtyard.

The evening drum and morning bell are incense, and everyone who chooses the monk's road quietly obeys the arrangement and comes to the front of the rows of newly built monks' houses, and enters the house in units of 100 people, the house is a neat circle of Chase shops, there are clean and tidy bedding, and the monks read out the precepts of the new monks, which are basically to enter the temple in batches and shave the precepts.

Zhang Huen sat on his bed and closed his eyes to recuperate, with the first-level monitoring system in his body, he could not dry at will, so as not to attract the attention of the monitors.

Some young people who were uncertain saw that the monk was gone, and they actually took out pai gow, dice, and mahjong from their baggage, and shouted:

"It's better to play when you're idle!"

Immediately put the wind on the wind, and the money was played with money, and after a while, several gambling games were opened. The young man who was sitting next to Zhang Huen sighed, and took out a book of Analects from his baggage, Zhang Huen glanced at him a few times, this kid actually looked at ** in the martial arts dojo, he really didn't know the situation.

In the afternoon, people from there shouted that the meal was opened, a group of gamblers packed up the gambling equipment in a hurry, followed the flow of people to the dining hall on the east side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall to eat, the huge dining hall was full of monks and small tender meat that had not yet shaved their heads, everyone drank gruel and gnawed on white flour steamed buns, there were only boiled vegetables in the huge vegetable basin, boiled cabbage, the people who ate were tasteless, and the saliva was direct.

When they returned to the monk's house after eating, the group of gamblers began to set up gambling games again, but this time things were blocked, and they were all dry food, wine and meat brought by everyone's baggage.

"Shaved, shaved, come on, line up!"

The monk with a loud voice and seven or eight helpers came to the front of the monk's house, because there were too many people, and there was no legendary abbot shaving bridge, the men of the hall acted as shavers under the leadership of the big monk, the scissors and scrapers in their hands flew on the scalp of the person, and soon the outside of the monk's house was full of piles of hair, and there were handymen pulling a cart to collect hair from house to house, and when everyone was bare-headed, the monk with a loud voice nodded with satisfaction, recited the ten commandments aloud, and then took the incense, and instructed the little monk under his command to give everyone a pestle incense scar on the head.

For a while, there were bursts of ghosts crying wolf howls around the monk's house, many people couldn't help it in the realm of three scars, only a very few people could endure the 6 or 9 ring scars still from the other party's pestle, Zhang Huen closed his eyes, sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, and waited beside him, the wooden boy next to him endured the pestle on the nine ring scars, and at the beginning of the tenth ring scar, he fainted on the ground all of a sudden, and the monk hurriedly dragged him away for treatment, and the incense disciple walked in front of Zhang Huen, and said lightly:

"If the pain is unbearable, you will cry out, and we will no longer do it."

Zhang Huen nodded, quietly waiting for the incense to fall on his scalp. The scorching temperature of the ring incense burned above his head, but Zhang Huen only felt a trace of tingling, he sat motionless on the ground, quietly bearing the embellishment of the ring incense like a stone man, and waited until the twelve ring scars were all completed, and did not make a single moan, just a few drops of sweat fell from the glowing forehead.

"Amitabha, the junior brother should be a person with a great Buddha fate."

The young monk saluted him, Zhang Huen returned the salute, and the monk walked towards the next person with incense.

"Hey, this buddy, you're really amazing, twelve ring scars, you didn't say a word, I said you shouldn't be dumb, right?"

"Amitabha."

Zhang Huen didn't talk nonsense with the man, and returned to the monk's house by himself, and the first-level monitoring system collected all the data and information on his physical condition just now and reported it to the whole entertainment group, even if it didn't say it on the surface, but his physical condition would not lie, he just felt less pain, and it didn't mean that the basic physiological reaction would disappear.

The endurance is amazing, it is a conclusion reached by the whole entertainment group, Zhang Huen is sitting on the bed, when will such days come to an end?

Monk's clothes, monk boots were distributed, the work and rest system was pasted on the wall, a copy of "Buddha Says Eight Great People Jue Sutra", after getting it, more than half of the people actually thought that the pillow was too soft, and put the Buddhist scriptures under the cushion as the bottom of the pillow, Zhang Huen looked at them and fell asleep, thinking that with such a quality and running to the Shaolin Temple to embarrass people, it is really a very vicious and evil work, and I don't know if the abbot will beat his chest and commit a reluctance after seeing the quality of this batch of fresh and tender meat? (To be continued.) )