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The dining hall of the miscellaneous servant courtyard is simple and old, with wooden tables and stools, and green lights illuminating people's faces.

I don't know if I don't see it, I was startled when I saw it, Meng Qi entered the dining hall and knew that the miscellaneous monks were sprinkled, and there were fifty or sixty people, so it seems that the monks of the entire Shaolin may be able to count thousands of people.

In the dusty monk's robes, no one paid attention to Meng Qi and the other newcomers, each sitting on a bench, waiting for the handyman monk on duty to come in with a food box.

"Little junior brother, sit here. Meng Qi has a big secret, and he is trapped in a strange place, it is rare to have a stupid and stupid Zhenhui to accompany him, so he adheres to the adult mentality, and he takes care of Zhenhui quite well, which can be regarded as a relief from the fear of life.

Zhenhui's expression had always been very serious, and he couldn't see any timidity, so he sat down opposite Meng Qi generously, his eyes condensed on the nearby food box.

"This kid wouldn't have been hungry and stupid before, would he?" Meng Qi muttered quietly, suspecting that Zhenhui's IQ was flawed, otherwise he wouldn't be so wooden.

The miscellaneous monks on duty finally picked up the food box and arrived at Meng Qi's table, and when the lid was opened, the fragrance came to the nose and penetrated into the heart.

"It's so fragrant!" Meng Qi couldn't help but sigh in admiration, and thought suspiciously: "Is it because the 'chef' of Shaolin is really high?" Or am I too hungry?"

The miscellaneous monk bent down to take out the food from the food box and put them on the table one by one, Meng Qi stared at it, and was stunned, this, it seems that this may probably be meat?

In the plain sea bowl in the center, the fat, oily lump should be meat, right?

But this is a monk's temple!

Meng Qi picked up the chopsticks in disbelief, intending to pick up a piece and taste it, but after a few swishs, there were chopsticks stretched out in front of the left and right sides, and the suspected meat in the sea bowl was immediately missing a whole layer. The miscellaneous monks at this table are all extraordinary in grabbing food.

Seeing Zhenhui biting his mouth full of oil, Meng Qiyue confirmed his guess, and while sighing that they could really grab it, he grabbed a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fat but not greasy, melt in the mouth, excellent taste, really delicious in the world!

But Tmd is really meaty!

Meng Qi felt that only foul language could express his current mood, one was to shout and cheer for his mouth, and the other was to express his unbelievable mood.

"Hey, junior brother. Meng Qi called out to Zhenhui in a low voice.

Zhenhui moved his chopsticks like flying, his mouth kept stopping, and his little face with clear eyebrows was full of focused expressions: "Huh?"

"This is meat!" Meng Qi felt that he had an obligation to remind his junior brother not to fall into a trap and violate the precepts.

Zhenhui nodded sincerely, and said vaguely, "It's meat." ”

I'm not asking about you...... Meng Qi felt that his communication with Zhenhui was a little difficult.

At this time, someone next to him said coldly: "Before 'opening the mind', only abstain from meat and bitterness." ”

"Isn't meat just meat?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously, only then did he realize that it was his "roommate" who was sitting next to him.

Zhenguan didn't stop eating, and said slightly sarcastically: "I see that you are a child of a noble family, but you don't even understand the word 'meat'?"

This is exactly what Meng Qi's weakness is, and he didn't know how to answer for a while, and suddenly, a young monk with sparse eyebrows in front of him smiled: "Meat and spice refer to things such as onions and garlic with a strong taste, not specifically meat, but in the past hundred years, people in the world have often replaced meat with meat, and it is normal for junior disciples to know." ”

Meng Qi nodded gratefully, and the young miscellaneous monk continued: "My Buddhism originally only forbade killing, meat and bitterness, and did not ban meat, and then compassion was cherished, and it was gradually banned, but my Shaolin is a great martial arts sect in the world, and the disciples do more things to strengthen the body. ”

In other words, just ask a lay disciple or a farmer under the mountain to slaughter it? Meng Qi probably understood what was going on, Shaolin, as a martial arts Buddhism, must consider the situation of the disciples in the physical stage, so he borrowed the original intention of Buddhism to open up the net.

Seeing that this young miscellaneous monk was talking extraordinarily and clearly, Meng Qi felt good, and asked with a smile, "I don't know the name of Senior Brother?"

"Mantra. The wooden chopsticks in the hands of the young handyman monk also did not stop.

Meng Qi then asked: "Senior brother is really determined, dare to ask senior brother, what does 'enlightenment' mean?"

He is relying on his young body, and he can completely excuse himself because he has not been taught by his family to forcibly solve his doubts.

Mantra laughed, and pointed to the wooden table with his left hand: "I'll know in the future, take care of your mouth and stomach first." ”

Meng Qi followed his fingers and saw that the seven or eight sea bowls on the table were already half empty!

I'm rubbing! These sluts, they don't wait for me!

After scolding secretly, Meng Qi picked up the wooden chopsticks and joined the team to grab food.

............

After finally eating, Meng Qi wiped his mouth, and after dinner, he walked with Zhenhui to return to the meditation room.

"Hey, to be honest, the standard of this meal is still a little worse, and at first I thought that the deliciousness was probably due to being too hungry. Meng Qi touched his stomach, burped, and commented on this dinner.

Zhenhui thought about it seriously: "I couldn't eat as much as this time before, but since you think it's a little worse, senior brother, it must be a little worse." ”

"Ah, believe me so much?" Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui was speaking in a very orderly manner, and felt that he seemed to be saved, so he asked curiously along with his words.

Zhenhui raised her hand and touched her bald head, and said a little embarrassedly: "I think senior brother, you are a good person, and you don't hate me as much as others, so I believe you." ”

"On the Relationship between Childhood Encounters and Mental Illness"...... Meng Qi somehow came up with this content in his mind.

Just as he was about to blow off the cowhide again and establish a glorious image of his senior brother, Xuan Xin walked over with a shy stomach: "Eh, you two, go and clean the yard, and wait for Uncle Shi, I will give you more knowledge of the rivers and lakes." ”

Meng Qi suddenly became interested, and after asking where the broom was stored, he beckoned Zhenhui to go to the utility room in the corner of the yard.

As a miscellaneous monk, you have to have the consciousness of being arranged at any time, Meng Qi does not reject this, as long as it is not too excessive and not specifically targeted, just like when studying or working, the head teacher or boss assigns tasks and arranges for cleaning, which is not an uncommon thing.

Brush and broom sweep across the gray stone brick floor, kick up dust, and remove fallen leaves.

Meng Qi and Zhenhui's currently infertile bodies wielded a broom a little reluctantly, but it was quite easy, after all, the yard was often cleaned and not too dirty.

Sweeping and sweeping, Meng Qi suddenly had a strange and interesting idea, and immediately smiled, pretending to be an old voice: "Little junior brother, are we considered Shaolin sweeping monks?"

Tsk, the road to the advancement of a generation of masters.

"Well, Sweeper. Zhenhui continued to sweep without raising her head.

Meng Qi's smile stuck in his mouth, sighed, and said secretly in his heart: "It's really boring to not understand the stalk!"

Cleaning up his mood, Meng Qi cooperated with Zhenhui and cleaned the courtyard before dark, and then saw a gray-clothed miscellaneous monk carrying the stools of the dining hall into the courtyard, and sat down in a messy manner.

"Very skilled......" Meng Qi wondered if Xuan Xin often gave everyone a wide range of knowledge?

When it got dark, Xuanxin, who was full of oil, walked out of his meditation room slowly, and immediately a few miscellaneous monks greeted him.

"Senior brother, what is what you have seen in the rivers and lakes?" Mu Mu Nene's true wisdom seemed to be a little interested in this.

"This, this, it's a long story, after Uncle Xuanxin talks about it, I'll explain it to you slowly. Meng Qi, who had just arrived, didn't have the heart to explain the term "complicated" to Zhenhui, so he sat on a bench and waited for Xuanxin to begin.

Xuan Xin looked around, saw the eager expression with satisfaction, coughed and said, "Today I will continue to tell you about the great battle I experienced in Jiangzhou City. ”

"Speaking of which, the 'Flying Yaksha' and the 'Ice Fairy' Ye Yuqi are both well-known figures on the list, and that battle was fought for hundreds of miles in the red land, and the river was frozen, and Uncle Shi and I were compassionate, how could I bear to see the people robbed? So he announced a Buddha horn, wanting to dissolve the personal grudge between the two......

His eyebrows fluttered as he spoke, but the expressions of the miscellaneous monks below were different, most of them half disdainful and half expectant.

"Uncle Xuanxin is so powerful?" When listening to the anecdotes of the rivers and lakes, Zhenhui was much more active than usual, and seemed to have the same interest in it as food.

The sleepy monk in the front row really didn't look back, and said like a mosquito and a fly: "'Flying Yaksha' Yan Wuwu is the head of Jiangzuo's 'Zombie Fist', and 'Ice Fairy' Ye Yuqi is the wife and sister of the 6 gentlemen of the Northern Zhou Thrush Villa, all of whom are in the top 30 on the list, similar to my Shaolin Dharma and Bodhi courts. ”

Bodhi, Bodhi two courts, deacon monks...... Meng Qi instantly understood that Xuan Xin was bragging, of course, he was very skillful, and skillfully grafted the major events of the rivers and lakes he had born onto himself.

This sleepy monk is more knowledgeable than the cold monk of Zhenguan?

Zhenhui continued to ask in a daze, "Uncle Xuanxin is so powerful!"

He couldn't understand the sound of the real thing at all.

Meng Qi pulled his monk's robe and whispered, "Zao is much, much more powerful than Uncle Xuanxin." ”

"But ......" Zhenhui also wanted to ask why he could still stop this big battle since Uncle Xuanxin was not powerful, but he was stopped by Meng Qi waving his hand and asked him to go back and ask again, so as not to be heard by Xuanxin and punished with anger.

Xuanxin was foaming at the mouth, and it took a while to finish telling the anecdote of the "Ten Thousand Families Born Buddha" in the rivers and lakes, and finally looked at Meng Qi, Zhenhui and other newcomers: "Do you have anything you want to ask? ”

Meng Qi hurriedly said: "Uncle Xuanxin, we know very little about the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and many of you can't understand what you say. ”

"It makes sense, but if you don't understand it, you can't really feel my majesty. Xuan Xin nodded and cleared his throat, "Then I'll introduce you to the common knowledge of the rivers and lakes first, starting with our four major Buddhist temples." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Xuanxin. Meng Qi said happily.

Xuan Xin said proudly: "Although there are many martial arts sects in the world, and there are many sects, but when it comes to those who can hold martial arts bull ears, there are only four temples of Buddhism, three Taoist sects, six sword holding factions, six masters of the world, nine demons, fourteen families, and the inheritance left by the six masters of the outer way. ”

When it comes to the six masters of the outer Dao, he is not very sure, but this does not prevent him from continuing: "The four temples of Buddhism are my Shaolin Temple in the Great Jin Dynasty, Shuiyue Temple in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, King Kong Temple in the Western Regions, and Lanke Temple. ”

When mentioning Lanke Temple, he paused again, revealing an uncertain look, and then said angrily, "Actually, Uncle Shi, I have never understood why Lanke Temple is included in the list of the four temples of Buddhism, no one knows where they are, and there are few descendants in the rivers and lakes, and there are no world-famous deeds at all." ”

The other miscellaneous monks also seemed to hear this statement for the first time, and they all asked curiously: "In this case, why do you want to include Lanke Temple in the four major temples of Buddhism?"

Xuan Xin began to be proud again, and said ostentatiously: "It is said that the abbot walked the rivers and lakes when he was young, and once met the heirs of Lanke Temple, and later he only said one sentence about this matter: 'If there is a fate, the end of the world of Lanke Temple is close at hand, if there is no fate, the end of the world is close at hand. ’”

The end of the world is close at hand, the end of the world is close at hand?

It's mysterious!

Including Meng Qi, all the gray-clothed monks were shocked, confused, curious, and frightened.

Seeing that he had shocked the miscellaneous monks, Xuan Xin laughed: "Back to business, let's talk about my Shaolin Temple first." ”

"Tens of thousands of years ago, the Demon Buddha was in turmoil, and was suppressed by the Buddha, but the "Palm of the Buddha" was therefore scattered to the end of the world, and there was no trace of it, and two thousand years ago, the ancestor of my Shaolin Bodhidharma came from the Southern Wilderness, crossed the river with a reed, and occasionally got the third type of the "Palm of the Buddha", one of the supreme mastery of Buddhism reappeared in the world. ”

"Although there is no general outline, but the Bodhidharma patriarch God-bestowed, facing the wall for ten years, from the third type of the "Rulai Divine Palm" realized the "Yi Jin Sutra" and a number of unique learning, creating my Shaolin lineage, just a hundred years, has been the world's martial arts sect, after the experience of generations of patriarchs, monks and monks, I Shaolin has seventy-two unique learning, even if it is the same treasure of the temple as the "Yi Jin Sutra", there are more "Dream Sutra" and "Moke Fu Demon Fist", which ancestor or monk created the specific income, and then talk about it in the future. ”

What kind of demon Buddha, what "Rulai Divine Palm", what "Big Dream True Scripture" and "Moke Fu Demon Fist", hearing Meng Qi's heart swayed, and the meaning of yearning suddenly came to life, the martial arts of this world may not be as simple as I imagined, and there are gods and Buddhas! Of course, it may just be a legend.

Cough, Xuan Xin suddenly coughed, and said with a smile: "It's late at night, I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

After saying that, he immediately got up and flashed into the meditation room.

Meng Qi was about to listen to the seventy-two peerless sects, the King Kong Temple, and other things, and now he was really scratching his ears and cheeks, and his heart was itching, but Xuanxin was already gone.

After tidying up the courtyard, Meng Qi and Zhenhui silently returned to the meditation room, Zhenguan and Zhenying were already asleep, and the sound of breathing was long.

The two of them didn't speak, they each took off their shoes and socks, and lay down on the bunk, as if they were still immersed in the martial arts world described by Xuan Xin just now.

"Little junior brother, are you willing to be a miscellaneous monk all the time, and you can't learn Shaolin?" In the silence, Meng Qi suddenly asked in a low voice.

Zhenhui said suspiciously: "Senior brother, what do you mean to be willing?"

"Just happy, happy, liked, don't want more. Meng Qi once again felt that it was a little difficult to communicate with the child Zhenhui.

Zhenhui sighed: "I can eat, sleep, work, eat, and hear Uncle Xuanxin tell stories, I am very willing, much better than before." ”

As he spoke, he added: "It would be even better if I could learn the "Divine Palm" of the Buddha." ”

Poof, Meng Qi's saliva almost squirted out, I really don't know if Zhenhui is willing or unwilling.

Meng Qi slowed down, and was just about to speak, when suddenly Zhenhui's breathing became slight, and he was already asleep.

The whole meditation room was completely silent, only a few breaths gently fluctuated, which made the night deeper and quieter.

The bright moon hung high outside the window, sprinkling a layer of silver white in front of the shop, like frost.

Meng Qi looked at this quiet and peaceful picture, and all kinds of things in the past suddenly couldn't be suppressed, and all the feelings of longing, sadness, wandering, confusion, and self-pity came to him.

I don't have time to think so much during the day, so this quiet night is extraordinarily "lost".

The inseparable past, the "goodbye" that was like a knife, made Meng Qi unable to sleep for a long time.

It was not until this moment, in this situation, that he truly understood the true meaning of Qinglian Jushi's poem.

"The bright moonlight in front of the window is suspected to be frost on the ground. Raise your head to look at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown".

Looking at the cold moon outside the window, Meng Qi was stunned for a while.