Songshan, Shaomuro Mountain. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The mountains are undulating, the mountains are misty and misty, and under the reflection of the setting sun, it is like a fairyland on earth.

The breeze blew, the mist gradually dispersed, and a temple on the central main peak, Liantian Peak, appeared in front of everyone. The majestic architecture all shows that this is a thousand-year-old temple, and then what is even more amazing is the name of this temple, Shaolin Temple.

I heard the sound of the evening drum bell, it was when the monks in the temple were doing evening classes, and a group of young monks in the hall bowed their heads and chanted the scriptures seriously. At this time, a middle-aged monk in a yellow robe and holding a ring ruler walked over from outside. When the middle-aged monk walked to the middle of the crowd, he suddenly stopped, looked at one of the little monks, shook his head, and sighed lightly: "You can't teach your son." ”

Since serving as a monk, Huiming has never seen such a stupid child, for three years, he still can't pass the entrance test, and the rest of the children who entered Shaolin in the same batch as him are the worst to pass the assessment last year and enter the martial monk academy to practice. With such a talent, I really don't know what Huiming should say.

The little monk in the crowd, wearing a gray cloth shirt, with a thin figure and a delicate face, was the rotten wood that could not be carved in Huiming's mouth. The little monk's real name is Wang Chan, not the Zen of Zen, but the Zen of Feng Zen (shan). Because of this name, Wang Chan was often ridiculed and said that he had a relationship with the Buddha, and now it is really a prophecy. He is not from this world, he comes from a place called Earth. This time-traveling was headless and brainless, and almost as soon as he woke up, Wang Chan found that he had come here.

I just stayed up late to read the novel, but was that the only reason Wang Chan could think of.

Wang Chan looked at everything in front of him, both familiar and unfamiliar, and his eyes looked a little dull. And this is another manifestation of poor understanding in Huiming's eyes, Huiming glanced at Wang Chan deeply, flicked his sleeves, and turned to leave.

It was only at this time that Wang Chan really came back to his senses, looking at the back of Huiming leaving, Wang Chan sighed in his heart.

This is the third day that Wang Chan has come to this world, from the excitement at the beginning to the confusion when he found the facts, and then to the reluctance to accept the reality at the end. During the period, the mental journey was like a roller coaster, and the original martial arts dream of "fresh clothes and angry horses, mellow wine and beauties, and swords and singing" gradually drifted away.

What is not good to wear, to dress as a monk, where is the monk is not good, you have to go to Songshan Shaolin, the holy land of Buddhism. Through the memory of his original body, Wang Chan knew that the world he was living in was similar to that of ancient China, but it was different from any other dynasty in China. First of all, the territory is much larger than China, and the ruler of this world today is called "Great Xia".

The Bactria Dynasty was in charge of the world, with prefectures and counties as units, and governed a total of nine prefectures, each of which was divided into a number of counties. Songshan Shaolin is located in Dingyang County in Qingzhou. If you really want to talk about it, I'm afraid that one of the states is bigger than the China in Wang Chan's memory, and not only that, this is also a world that advocates martial arts. Although Wang Chan didn't know the specific level of martial arts here, just yesterday he had seen a senior brother in the temple break the stone tablet with one hand. No matter how you look at it, it's not a low-level martial look. To sum up, this is a vast ancient martial arts world, and what remains unchanged is that Shaolin here is also a martial arts holy land.

For the monks who entered the temple, there were only two ways to leave Shaolin if they wanted to return to the world, one was to break through the eighteen bronze men, and the other was to defect. No matter which path it is, it is an impossible task for Wang Chan today.

A man's dream of rivers and lakes?

By the way, I forgot to mention it. Wang Chan's Dharma name is a precept, "Yuan Ming and pure wisdom, one enlightenment is always true", according to the Dharma name, Wang Chan is the sixth generation of Shaolin disciples. It's just that Wang Chan, the original owner of the body, is really bad enough, and it has been three years since he entered the temple, but he is still a small miscellaneous monk.

As a sacred place of martial arts, Shaolin Temple recruits children with the best qualifications from all over the state and county every year. After entering Shaolin, these children will first be assigned to the miscellaneous service hall, and after honing their mental temperament for a period of time, they will be tested. Generally speaking, these disciples who pass the assessment will enter the Warrior Monastery, of course, there are also a very few talented and intelligent children who will be sent to the Dharma Academy and even the Bodhi Academy.

And tomorrow is the day of the annual assessment, this body has failed for three years, and now it is fifteen years old. According to the rules of Shaolin Temple, it will not accept inner disciples who are more than fifteen years old, which means that as long as Wang Chan misses this opportunity, then he will only be a hard-working miscellaneous monk for the rest of his life.

What a cheat!

Wang Chan asked Cangtian speechlessly, could it be that he had somehow crossed over just to experience hard labor.

The bell rang again, and after the evening class was over, Wang Chan packed up his things and stood up to leave, when at this moment a figure suddenly blocked his way. Wang Chan glanced up and recognized the person in front of him. Standing in front of him, this white-looking little fat monk is called Yijing, and he is a disciple who has just entered the temple this year. However, this pure family origin brought art into the temple, although he had just entered the temple, he seemed to have become the leader of a group of small monks in this miscellaneous courtyard, and the "student union president" who was a good student naturally looked down on Wang Chan, a "repeater".

"One ring, after the evening class and before dinner, go and help us get the water for washing tonight. Yijing looked at Wang Chan and said as a matter of course.

"Fetch water and go by yourself. Wang Chan sneered, the owner of his original body was bullied by them, and Wang Chan was able to wear the soul thanks to them.

Yijing didn't expect that the originally cowardly Yijie would dare to refute himself and didn't react for a while, but he soon came back to his senses, and laughed instead of being angry: "I'm also for your good, so that you can adapt to your life as soon as possible, anyway, your life is the life of a miscellaneous monk." ”

At this time, the other dozen or so little monks in the hall also stood up and looked at Wang Chan gloatingly.

"Who said I was going to be a miscellaneous monk for the rest of my life. Wang Chan licked his lips and said indifferently.

"Joke, who doesn't know that you won't be able to pass the entry test for three years. The people around immediately laughed when they heard this, and they all looked at Wang Chan with contemptuous eyes.

"The tail of the Wannian crane also dares to say big things. Another little monk shouted.

"Speak wildly, Senior Brother Yijing, teach him a lesson! Let him know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. Some people followed suit.

Looking at the solidarity of the same door around him, Yijing looked at Wang Chan with a victorious attitude: "Yijie, tomorrow is the day of the assessment, and then you will know that everything is fate." ”

After all, this is the Shoujing Hall, even if it is clean, he doesn't dare to overdo it, and Wang Chan naturally knows this, so he turned around and left without looking back after a cold look.

Bullying has been like this since ancient times, and Buddhism is not exempt from vulgarity.