After the morning class, Zhou Qilang was taken out of the main hall by a gray-clothed monk and walked to the side hall for registration and flower registration.

"Uncle Jiekong, this is a side hall, because Uncle is a registered lay disciple, so he doesn't need to be shaved. Zhenwu clasped his palms together and bowed to Zhou Qilang.

"Uncle Shi?" Zhou Qilang was immediately stunned, a little stunned.

"Yes, Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi belongs to Uncle Shi and sits down, according to the rank of Buddhism, he is the uncle of true enlightenment. "True understanding is stern.

Zhou Qilang wondered, why did he just enter the Xuanzhen Temple and get out of his uncle's generation, this time he was several generations older, "Who is the ancestor of the uncle?" Zhou Qilang tried to ask.

"Uncle Xuanyi. "True enlightenment.

Zhou Qilang suddenly realized that he had become a lay disciple of the old monk who loved to sleep, "It's polite." "Zhou Qilang can't take advantage of others casually, and give gifts and kindness.

After that, he received the supplies and clothes for entering the temple for practice, and Zhenwu led Zhou Qilang to the temple's Zen house, because he was a registered disciple, so he was not assigned to the Zen room that his generation should have, just a partial room.

But Zhou Qilang didn't care, at least he stayed down first, and he could practice well, and he didn't have to mind the rest.

Zhenwu simply explained to Zhou Qilang the rules and precepts of Xuanzhen Temple: first, do not deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors, second, do not allow, do not steal martial arts, third, do not kill, fourth, do not drink alcohol, fifth, prohibit meat and bitterness, six, do not break the color of the precepts......" Zhenwu repeated the main precepts that need to be observed several times, and finally said seriously: "Those who violate it will be scolded at the lightest, and those who will abolish martial arts will be expelled from the temple, and I hope that the uncle can abide by the precepts." ”

Zhenwu only mentioned two of the punishments, which were the lightest and the heaviest, and the rest were also punished as coolies, copying scriptures, scolding, and facing the wall.

After explaining these things, the Buddha left.

This annex Zen house, divided into four rooms in the east and west compartments, there is no one at the moment, Zhou Qilang lives in the westernmost room, he exhaled a breath and pushed open the wooden door of the empty Zen room, the room is not big, two wooden beds are put together, a table, and it is very clean.

He saw that there was a wooden bed in the room, so he lay on the bed, and his heart was full of thoughts, although this Xuanzhen Temple said that he came in in a daze, but it was not as he imagined that he could practice at will, listening to the meaning of the gray-clothed nephew Zhenwu before, his job was to carry water with all the brothers and nephews.

Thinking of this, he sighed lightly and touched the condensation scroll in his arms, this is the only book left by the family, recording how to practice condensation, although he memorized all the ancient books of the Tibetan Pavilion, but it is not necessarily useful, at least, the current Zhou Qilang's cultivation is too low, and it is not enough to practice those books, so he secretly decided that he must practice and grow up as soon as possible.

It didn't last long, and night fell.

"Hehe, I heard that there is a registered lay disciple in the temple? I want to see which piece of jade is worthy of the master's attention. ”

And just as Zhou Qilang was immersed in Qi Condensation cultivation, a slightly harsh voice suddenly came from the door.

Bang!

The wooden door of the meditation room was kicked open with a few clanging sounds.

Zhou Qilang raised his head calmly, only to see a few figures walking in slowly at the door, the first person was a bald monk with a rebellious face, burly, about seventeen or eighteen years old, he was biting the grass root in his mouth at this time, touching the shiny bald head left and right with his palms, and looked at Zhou Qilang who was sitting upright with a smile.

"Are you?" Zhou Qilang's face froze, and he looked at it with low eyebrows.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a bamboo pole, can you worship the Buddha if you are so thin? Yo, my hair is not shaved, but I am handsome. The corner of the monk's mouth glanced at him, and his gaze was not good.

"Senior Brother Jiewu, I don't think this kid needs to be named, please go out directly, the master of the province is tired. "There was a thin and tall monk at the door, with a whole bamboo stick, his face was as long as a horse's face, and there was a big black mole at the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, abstain from hatred, you must not be without Buddha's principles. The murderous-looking martial arts waved his hand, and then looked at Zhou Qilang, who was sitting upright, "I don't know the name of my junior brother?"

"Quit empty. Zhou Qilang frowned and said, it is better to be obedient when you first arrive.

"Senior Brother Jiekong, you and I are both disciples of Master Xuanyi, but since you have not been shaved, that is also a registered lay disciple, this lay disciple who enters the temple has a rule, that is, to have a trick with all the senior brothers, so that the senior brothers can give you a lesson, which is good for your future practice. Jiewu had a smug face.

In fact, they are the disciples of the Shangwu Palace, today there is a lay disciple in the temple, and he was admitted to the door by the master Xuanyi, so he came together to find trouble for newcomers, and several of them are notorious old monks in the temple.

Because the Shangwu Hall is the temple with the highest specifications in the temple, and it is also the temple of the town temple, so the average monk encounters the practicing monks of the Shangwu Palace, and they can avoid it.

Moreover, all the monks who enter the Shangwu Hall can practice the exercises of the Xuanzhen Temple's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so they have the strength to speak in the temple.

For Zhou Qilang, who has just entered the temple, it is the best appetizer for these oil monks, adding some novelty to the spotless temple chanting and martial arts life.

Zhou Qilang frowned and looked at the smiling monks, he knew that the comer was not good, but he didn't expect that the Xuanzhen Temple, which pays attention to Buddhism, would also be such a force in the rivers and lakes, and there were such murderous and evil bullies, which really smeared the pure land of Buddhism.

Zhou Qilang looked helplessly at the martial arts with a provocative face, slowly condensed the aura in his body, and clenched his palms tightly and said, "Senior brother, if you have something to say, you might as well say it directly." ”

"Good! Jiewu clapped his palms.

"Since the junior brother is so refreshing, then the senior brother is not pretentious, three days later, we will learn from each other in the Shangwu Palace, we don't talk about the exercises, just stop at will, how about it?"

Zhou Qilang retracted his gaze, took a breath, and said with a calm smile: "If the senior brother insists on competing with the junior brother, then the void is next." ”

When the martial artist heard Zhou Qilang's words, his eyes were suddenly stunned, but he just wanted to reply, but he saw Zhou Qilang's mouth pursed slightly, and at that moment, the young man's face, which originally seemed to be smiling and silent, suddenly had a cold taste emanating from it, and under that coldness, it seemed to be a kind of blade-like cold and cold.

That feeling is like a sting quietly surging in the lazy clouds, inadvertently, revealing a sharp and grandiose appearance.

That smell is definitely not something that a simple teenager of this age can have.

"Hehe, it's crazy, it's interesting. Jiewu squinted his eyes and took a sip, and then took a few senior brothers out of the meditation room.

Zhou Qilang saw a few people leaving, so he breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the thin sweat oozing from his forehead, just now he personally experienced the pressure of the aura deliberately emitted from the martial arts, and the condensation was four layers!

In the past, in Tianquan Villa, this kind of cultivation level was pediatric, because there were many geniuses there, but when it was put to the outside world, for a seventeen or eighteen-year-old cultivator with a fourth-level condensation qi, it was enough to be proud.

"Hey, junior brother, how are you?"

Suddenly, a young and mellow voice came from the door of the meditation room.

Zhou Qilang looked up, it was the little novice who had a shiny little head, holding on to the door frame and secretly looking inside, a pair of squid's big eyes swept around, seeing that Zhou Qilang was silent, he stepped over the threshold and walked in, and gently jumped on the wooden chair.

Zhou Qilang looked at the ring suspiciously, this is the first little novice he has spoken since he entered the temple, although he is only seven or eight years old, but he is smart and clever, especially the pair of black and white eyes that seem to be able to see through people's minds.

"Senior brother?" Zhou Qilang reacted, a little stunned.

"Yes, you are a disciple of Uncle Xuanyi, I am a disciple of Shizun, I entered the temple earlier than you, I should be your senior brother, hehe. Jie Se sat on the wooden chair with his legs dangled and said immaturely, the squid's eyes couldn't hide the joy.

Zhou Qilang was stunned for a while, digested the information, and then reluctantly accepted it.

"By the way, junior brother, why did you agree to the martial arts competition, he is a fourth-layer strength of condensation, I think you have just condensed the first layer" Jiese was worried, a little worried about this layman who had just entered the temple. Although he is not very old, he is eccentric and knowledgeable.

"Little Senior Brother Quitting Lust doesn't know what kind of place the Shangwu Palace is?" Zhou Qilang hesitated, followed the customs of the villagers, and asked the questions he cared about.

Jiese was stunned at first, holding his mouth, and his little face was flushed, obviously he cared about the name of Jiese, but he still answered his question.

"Shangwu Hall is the first hall of Xuanzhen Temple, presided over by the master, Xuanyi Uncle Deputy presided, the deacons of each courtyard sit down and the disciples who have practiced Buddha for three years and reached the third layer of condensation can enter the Shangwu Hall to practice Buddhism, and those who have reached the fourth layer of condensation can go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to choose Buddhist exercises for practice. ”

"And there is an unwritten rule in this Shangwu Palace, where the monks of each temple break through the third layer of condensation qi by themselves, they can directly enter the Shangwu Hall to practice, and they can get the master's dearest, I look at you, junior brother."

Jie Se big eyes glanced at Zhou Qilang a few times, quite curious, this lay junior brother is a little seedling, and he actually entered the temple with the strength of a layer of condensation, although I had heard the master mention earlier that he had a registered disciple in the world, but he had never entered the temple to practice, but he did not expect to directly send the senior brother of Jiexian to the world to find and bring back the named disciple, and he was Zhou Qilang.

Zhou Qilang looked at the cute ring color, and the corners of his mouth raised: "What is the master's deacon?"

"En" raised his little head and scratched his smooth head, "It's that the old man will send down the golden Buddha light for bone marrow baptism, which is very comfortable, and I heard them say that all laws are inviolable."

Swinging his legs while saying the color of the ring showed his excitement, but Zhou Qilang heard the taste at once, but he didn't expect that the seven or eight-year-old color in front of him had already performed the ceremony

"Senior Brother Jiese, how many layers of Qi Condensation are you now?" Zhou Qilang asked tentatively, he was quite curious about this little novice.

"Well, it's the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth, and eighth floors. Jie Se counted his fingers seriously, which really shocked Zhou Qilang's jaw, the junior grade actually reached the eighth layer of condensation, which was even more powerful than before he lost his aura!

Seven-year-old condensed qi and eight layers, and he had a fight with that demonic man!

"Hehe, don't panic, junior brother Jiekong, if you can't beat Jiewu, I'll stand up for you!" Jiese jumped off the wooden chair, patted Zhou Qilang's shoulder, and nodded his head, quite proud.

Zhou Qilang was quite embarrassed, and in the end it turned out to be a seven-year-old child who wanted to give himself a head.

Jiese chatted with him for a while about the rules and rituals of Xuanzhen Temple, as well as the deacons and elders of various courtyards, etc., and after a while, the crescent moon climbed up the treetops, and a few cicadas chirped.

Standing at the door of the meditation room, the small body of the precept turned around with the moonlight, and the fleshy white hand touched the ring scar on the top of the head, and it took a long time before he spit it out: "Senior brother, I see that there are two blurred breaths in your dantian, one is very peaceful and almost the sermon of the master, and the other has a dormant ferocious aura. ”

Zhou Qilang was shocked, raised his head and stared at the little novice who was precepted, he was actually able to see through the things in his dantian at a glance, even the precept and the master who presided over him didn't see through it, this young novice was able to see through!

Jiese touched his smooth head, raised a cute smile with two pear dimples, and said, "Senior brother, don't worry, senior brother, I won't tell Shizun and uncle." He patted his chest with confidence, and then turned his head away.

"Senior brother, I'll go back first, dinner is in the east wing. "Quit Se rushed out quickly, as if he was afraid of something.

Jiese had to rush back to the Xuanqing Hall when he was on duty, where the master wanted to teach him, and he would be punished if he went back late.

The precept was picked up by Xuanqing when he traveled to the outside world seven years ago, and he performed the Buddha ceremony on the day he picked it up, accepted him as his second disciple, and chanted scriptures for him every day, and it has not been interrupted for seven years.

There are few rumors in the temple that when the Buddha is honored on the day of entering the temple, the whole Xuanzhen Temple is illuminated by the vast Buddha light, the long-standing Buddha chants, and there is a young Buddha phantom at the end of the world, the Buddha beads are hung around the neck, the body is wearing a golden robe, the eyebrows are branded with lotus flowers, the hands are folded to support the sun and the moon, the treasure is solemn, the Buddha's light is all over the sky, the radius of dozens of miles is shot by the golden light, and all things are washed by the Buddha's light.

The nearly 200-year-old Xuanqing host was even more excited, and said that this baby is the reincarnation of the Buddha, and there is a reincarnation mark in the body.