"Little master, I want to become a monk!"

The little monk was immediately taken aback by Chen Lang's words.

"Donor, you have to think clearly."

The little monk began to persuade Chen Lang to dispel the idea of becoming a monk, and since the refugees came to the Shaolin Temple, the monk told himself and others to stop those who wanted to become monks.

"Little master, I am dedicated to the Buddha, if there is chaos today, and I am also a lonely person, does the little master want to stop my heart to the Buddha?"

Chen Lang stopped the little monk in one sentence, and the little monk squeaked and couldn't speak, how could he refuse him? Everyone has said so, is it so difficult that you still want to stop him? Isn't this just stopping people's desire to become Buddha?

"Donor, I can't be the master, I'd better go to the abbot and the monk to ask!"

With that, the little monk ran towards the temple to find someone.

Although there are a few refugees who want to become monks these days, they have also persuaded these monks to go back, but this little monk has never met such a difficult person, three or two sentences to block himself, if he stops him, that is to stop the world's heart to the Buddha, then the reputation of Shaolin Temple is not stinky?

In the Shaolin Temple, the monk and the abbot were discussing the arrangement of refugees, and at this moment the little monk ran in.

"Abbot, monk."

As he spoke, the little monk said that he put his hands together and bowed.

The monk looked at the little monk who ran in, and his face showed a trace of dissatisfaction.

"Panicked Chenghe system?! Don't you see that I'm discussing things with the abbot? ”

Faced with the scolding of the monks, the little monk was immediately taken aback, as if a primary school student had made a mistake and was caught by the teaching director.

"The disciple doesn't dare."

"Hey, if there's anything, let him talk about it."

The abbot stretched out his hand to stop the monk who was still about to reprimand the little monk, turned his head and said to the little monk.

"Yes, Abbot."

The little monk nodded, and then told the story of the incident.

"What?! The concubine dares to slander my Shaolin reputation! ”

Before the abbot could speak, the monk shouted and slapped the table and said loudly.

The abbot shook his head when he saw the reaction of the monks, "Amitabha, your Dharma practice is not yet home." ”

"That's what the abbot said."

The monk hurriedly bowed down and said.

"Let's go, come with me and see."

With that, the abbot took the monk and the little monk and walked towards the mountain gate.

Chen Lang stood at the door of the Shaolin Temple, waiting patiently, thinking about how to convince the abbot and the monk.

The abbot is a kind old monk who is very good at talking, while the monk is difficult to say, judging from the movie, he is a difficult character.

Just as he was thinking about it, Chen Lang heard a Buddha horn.

"Amitabha, is the little benefactor that you want to become a monk?"

Chen Lang immediately turned around and bowed, and the person who came was the abbot and the monk of Shaolin Temple.

"Master Abbot, that's me."

"Let's go, our Shaolin Temple won't accept people!"

At this time, the monk said in a cold tone, and then turned around and whispered in the abbot's ear.

"Abbot, this person is dressed strangely and his origin is unknown, I'm afraid that accepting him will cause trouble."

Although the monk's voice was relatively quiet, Chen Lang still heard it and couldn't help frowning.

"Master Sang, what you said is not right."

Chen Lang interrupted the conversation between the monk and the abbot.

"If there is chaos today, the people are not happy, most of the people in this world are of unknown origin, and it is a bit hasty not to let me enter Shaolin just because I am dressed strangely."

Chen Lang said, his eyes staring at the abbot tightly, because the abbot master was the host of the Shaolin Temple.

The abbot is also a little embarrassed, if there is no war, he will definitely open the mountain gate to accept believers, but in today's world, if he is accepting believers, he will cause trouble for Shaolin disciples.

Seeing that the abbot was a little moved, the monk immediately shook his head and said to the abbot.

"Abbot no!"

"Life in the world is like being in the midst of thorns, the heart does not move, people do not move, and if they do not move, they do not hurt; If the heart moves, people move recklessly, hurt their bodies and hurt their bones, and then experience all kinds of pain in the world. ”

Chen Lang looked at the monk and slowly spit out a Buddhist proverb in his mouth.

When the abbot and monk heard this Buddhist saying, they were immediately stunned on the spot.

After a long time, the abbot said slowly; "The heart does not move, and the man does not move. From love to hate, from love to hatred, all the good, evil, beautiful and ugly in the world are because of our thoughts. It will become good and evil, beautiful and ugly. If we don't move, where is the good, the evil, the beautiful and the ugly? It's Zen! ”

The monk also nodded slightly: "It seems that my heart is not quiet, and the practice of Buddhism is not yet at home, abbot, the disciple is willing to punish himself for three days!" ”

"Amitabha, good, good."

The abbot recited the Buddha's name, nodded, and then he looked at Chen Lang.

"The donor has a relationship with the Buddha, come with me."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked towards the temple.

Chen Lang was ready to take out all the Buddhist knowledge in his stomach, but he didn't expect that he would succeed just by saying a verse that was widely circulated in later generations, and he seemed to have ignited the monk's value.

But isn't this exactly what he wants, so Chen Lang followed the abbot with a smile on his face and walked in.

The little monk who called the abbot and the monk scratched his head suspiciously, his heart did not move, what does the sentence "people do not move" mean? I don't know what they're talking about, but it's amazing.

Xu Laoweng watched Chen Lang follow the abbot into the Shaolin Temple, and couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

"That's it, each has his own fate, so let him go."

Looking at the timer that Chen Lang gave him in the Western Regions, Xu Laoweng hurriedly hid him closely, although he didn't know what it was, but he understood that it was a treasure.

What Chen Lang didn't know was that this copycat watch later came into the hands of Tang Xuanzong Li Longji and became his favorite treasure, and this watch was preserved intact until the 21st century, which caused great confusion to the experts and professors there, how did this watch come about? In the end, it gradually became a thousand-year-old mystery that has plagued generations of scholars.

Touching his bald head, which no longer had a single hair, Chen Lang sighed heavily.

"The head shape that my brother has only developed for several years is gone."

At this time, Chen Lang had already replaced the shorts, shirts and slippers on his body with monk's robes and monk's shoes, and with his new haircut, he became a proper little novice in the eyes of others.

It's just that Chen Lang's body does not have the stability of being a monk, but is a little out of bounds.

"May you stop all evil, you may cultivate all good, and you will save all sentient beings!"

The abbot put the razor in his hand into the tray beside him, and said slowly.

"From today onwards, your Dharma name is Juehui."

"Thank you, Abbot."

Chen Lang clasped his hands together and bowed down and said.

"From now on, you will follow the monks to meditate and practice the Dharma."

The abbot nodded, in his eyes, Juehui was the most Buddha-like person he had ever seen in his life, and he was also the person most likely to magnify Shaolin, so he arranged it like this.

But Chen Lang didn't think so, he didn't come to be a monk to chant sutras and accompany the Buddha, he came to learn martial arts.

Shaolin Kung Fu is the best in the world, if it weren't for the fact that only a monk can practice martial arts, why would he come to be this monk?!

So he hurriedly said to the abbot.

"Abbot, the disciple wants to practice martial arts."

"Oh, why?"

The abbot was surprised.

"Abbot, meditation is meditation, martial arts is also meditation, and the disciple's temperament is out of bounds, if you meditate and chant the scriptures, the disciple may not be able to bear it."

Chen Lang looked at the abbot and prayed in his heart, hoping that the abbot would agree.

"Well, everything in the world is indispensable, and if you have this kind of understanding, I will be relieved."

The abbot pondered for a moment and nodded in admiration.

"Tan Zong!"

A middle-aged monk with a thick body and a round face came out in response.

"Abbot."

"Juehui will be handed over to you to teach."

"Yes."

"Thank you, Abbot!"

Chen Lang's heart is very excited, since the release of the movie "Shaolin Temple", the entire Celestial Empire has set off a Shaolin fever, and it has endured for a long time, I don't know how many post-80s and post-90s have been fascinated by Shaolin Kung Fu, and this time I can finally experience the magic of Shaolin Kung Fu in person.

After bidding farewell to the abbot, Chen Lang walked out of the hall with Master Tanzong.

"Let's go, come with me to meet your brothers."

Tan Zong smiled kindly and said to Chen Lang.

Looking at this martial arts master, Chen Lang's heart was slightly excited.

"Yes, Master."

"Don't be so restrained, we will all be a family after entering the Buddha Gate."

patted Chen Lang on the shoulder, and Tan Zong said heartily.

Seeing Tanzong's actions, Chen Lang also let go of the apprehension in his heart, and followed Tanzong to the place where the Shaolin warrior monks practiced.

As soon as he saw the courtyard, Chen Lang leaned on a group of monks who were practicing their skills, some practicing kung fu and some practicing weapons, swords, guns and halberds constantly bloomed with cold light, and under the sunlight, Chen Lang couldn't open his eyes.

Tan Zong took two steps forward and slapped his face.

Suddenly, the monks who were practicing stopped and came to Tanzong's body with a turn.

"Master, this little junior brother is new."

Looking at Chen Lang, a monk asked with a smile.

"You said that you don't look good, and you are not afraid of making others laugh, be careful of the monk and punish you to face the wall!" Looking at the messy appearance of his apprentices, Monk Tanzong couldn't help but have a blank face, and reprimanded with a wide range of eyes.

The monks immediately straightened their clothes and stood in formation.

This time, Tan Zong nodded with satisfaction.

"Juehui, these are your senior brothers."

"I've seen Senior Brother."

Chen Lang hurriedly bowed down and said, these are all martial arts masters, and they must have a good relationship.

"Hello junior brother."

Chen Lang's senior brothers also hurriedly returned the salute.

At this time, Tan Zong smiled and said.

"Well, Wukong, your junior brother is new, and his body is a little thin, so I'll leave it to you to ask him to do some basic kung fu to boil his body first."

A young monk stepped forward and bowed his head in response.

Hearing the legal name of this senior brother, Chen Lang couldn't help but show a smile, people at this time didn't understand the meaning of this name, but Chen Lang, who came from the 21st century, knew how thunderous this name was in modern times.

"Yes, Master."

Tan Zong nodded and went back, letting them practice on their own.

As soon as they saw that the master was gone, the group of monks immediately surrounded Chen Lang, the new monk.

"Senior brother, I'm your senior brother!"

"I'm your Senior Brother Xuankong!"

"I'm your senior brother Sekong!"

Listening to the sound of these senior brothers chattering around him, Chen Lang couldn't help but smile on his face.

It's a good feeling.