After Zhao Ming arrived at the Daxiong Treasure Hall, so the person looked back at him, Zhao Ming smiled awkwardly, and saw Xuzhu waving at him in the corner near the gate, he quickly trotted over, letting the monks of the whole temple star, Zhao Ming felt sweaty behind his back. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Senior brother, you are so slow, the abbot has already started to talk about you. Xuzhutou leaned over and whispered.

"I..."

Before Zhao Ming could quibble, the abbot above began to speak.

"Amitabha, all the disciples of Buddhism, you should know what the poor monks are asking everyone to come to the Mahavira Hall today. Every New Year, we in Shaolin will hold a Buddhist meeting to solve the doubts of sentient beings and guide the way for those who are lost. Today will elect tomorrow's temporary Zhike monk, I wonder which junior disciple and nephew are willing to take on this important responsibility?"

After speaking, the abbot's eyes swept over the crowd.

But for half a day, no one came forward.

For the following group of monks, the most painful thing about the New Year is the first day of the New Year, if they let them compete in martial arts, there is nothing to say, 'the world's martial arts out of Shaolin' is not in vain, as a Shaolin disciple will also be a little fist and kick, but the shortcomings of the whole Shaolin are this Buddhism, in addition to the daily morning class, there are a few people who really study the Buddhist scriptures.

The only few who specialize in studying are all Shaolin's Zhike monks, and this New Year's Buddha will recruit temporary Zhike monks, how can there be monks willing to go.

So basically, the annual meeting of the guest monks is hand-picked by the abbot, and as for the inquiry, it is just a formality.

The abbot looked around and saw that no one spoke, which was also expected by him, and there was no expression of disappointment, after all, for Shaolin, this aspect really cannot be compared with the White Horse Temple, Lingyin Temple and other places.

"Senior Brother Xuanku, it's your turn this year, so you can choose a few disciples with good Buddha nature to answer questions for believers tomorrow. ”

The abbot turned his head to look at the fat monk in the upper right corner and said.

Zhao Ming forgot about the past with the abbot's eyes.

"It turns out that this is Qiao Feng's master, it is said that he is a senior monk in Shaolin second only to the sweeping monk, do you want to be close to him? Maybe he will accept me as an apprentice as soon as he is happy? Then I won't be a brother with Qiao Feng, maybe in two years, the rivers and lakes will spread 'South Murong and North Qiao Feng and Zhong Zhao Ming', hehe..."

Thinking about it, Zhao Ming began to get up.

"Amitabha, Hui Lun, here you have studied the Buddhist scriptures more deeply, tomorrow you will be with Hui Kong, Hui Wu, Hui Ming and the poor monks. Xuan Ku glanced at the junior nephews behind him and spoke.

"Yes, Uncle Shi. Huilun and the others hurriedly returned.

"Well, since this matter has been decided, let's prepare, don't make a mistake at tomorrow's temple fair, okay, let's go back. After speaking, the abbot Xuan Ci was about to turn around and walk back to the apse.

"Slow..."

At this time, Zhao Ming was in a hurry, just now he was thinking about how to put on the leg of the big Buddha of Xuanku, this is the end of the meeting, then his own thoughts will not be in vain, that is not good, Zhao Ming hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted to stop the people who were about to end.

When everyone heard the word 'slow', all their eyes looked over.

You must know that on this occasion, even if Hui Lun can't mention him, he is not qualified to speak, so at this moment, the monks in the whole hall are looking back at Zhao Ming, and he has no chance to take back his words if he wants to.

"Amitabha, this nephew, I don't know what you want to say?" asked the abbot at this time.

"Well, the abbot's uncle, the little monk is vain, he is the disciple of Master Huilun, as the saying goes: If there is something to do, the disciple will do his best, and I want to share some of the master's share in tomorrow's temple fair. Zhao Ming could only bite the bullet at the moment.

Fortunately, after he said these words, Huilun, Xuan Ci, and Xuan Ku did not blame him, and there was still some blame for Zhao Ming's reckless Hui Lun, but there was a hint of a smile in his eyes at the moment.

"Your heart is good, but this annual meeting is not a joke, it requires people who are proficient in Buddhism to be competent, you are still young, you will have a chance in the future. Abbot Xuanci smiled and refused to Zhao Ming.

As soon as Zhao Ming heard this, he was anxious: "Damn, I lost such a big face, I won't get anything in the end." ”

Zhao Ming couldn't bear it when he heard this.

"Abbot, the little monk has been learning Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist principles with the master since he was a child, and all his energy is focused on this, and I ask the abbot to give the little monk a chance. ”

Seeing that Zhao Ming was still insisting, Xuan Ci lowered his head and pondered, after all, he had never encountered such a situation, and he couldn't think of a good reason to refuse Zhao Ming for a while.

Just as Hui Lun was about to open his mouth to help Zhao Ming intercede, Xuan Ci suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhao Ming and said, "All laws are empty. ”

Zhao Ming didn't react at once, but fortunately, he lived in the era of the big explosion of knowledge in later generations, and he usually studied Buddhism (mainly because he had too many hard days to find some comfort in Buddhist scriptures), and hurriedly found similar ones in his mind.

Xuan Ci saw that Zhao Ming was stunned, and began to be a little disappointed, "What's wrong with me, he's still young, how can he come out right, eh." ”

Just when Xuan Ci was about to give up his mouth to comfort Zhao Ming, Zhao Ming opened his mouth and said, "It's spotless." ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this.

Xuan Ci was also stunned for a moment, but then he reacted, and said to Zhao Ming with a smile: "Well, vain nephew, then you will follow your master tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he walked back to the apse without waiting for Zhao Ming to answer.

At this time, Hui Lun walked to Zhao Ming's side.

"Delusional, I didn't expect to see you reciting scriptures at ordinary times, but now I found out that you are so Buddha-natured, since your Buddha-nature is so good, you can study the scriptures in the future, if you don't understand anything, you can come and ask as a teacher. ”

"Yes, master. Although Zhao Ming was very disappreciative in his heart, he still hurriedly agreed, after all, Huilun was his master, and he was still good to him.

"Well, then you will go back for the teacher first, you will come to the teacher first tomorrow, do you know?"

"Got it, master. ”

Seeing that Zhao Ming agreed, Huilun turned around and stepped out of the gate.

After Huilun walked away, Zhao Ming was suddenly slapped in the back.

Zhao Ming looked back, between the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall there was only the virtual bamboo and himself, today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, there are no pilgrims to come to offer incense, the entire Daxiong Treasure Hall is empty.

"Senior brother, you are so good, you can actually become a monk who knows guests. Xu Zhu looked at Zhao Ming with envy.

Zhao Ming looked at him strangely: "What is there to envy, didn't the abbot ask who volunteered to go just now? ”

"Senior brother, have you forgotten that this is meritorious. Xuzhu said enviously.

"Cut, ghosts are rare and meritorious, but I'm going for the Xuanku" Zhao Ming thought in his heart.

Seeing Zhao Ming's indifferent attitude, Xu Zhu asked curiously: "Senior brother, don't you want to learn advanced martial arts?" This merit is enough, as long as you get permission, you can exchange it for martial arts. ”

"What, for martial arts, for merit, for what merit?" Zhao Ming was not calm when he heard that he could exchange for martial arts.

Seeing that Zhao Ming didn't seem to know anything, Xu Zhu was suspicious and explained carefully.

"Senior brother, our Shaolin martial arts must have a certain amount of Buddhism and enough merit to learn, the general monks of the outer courtyard in the temple to complete their homework normally to twenty-two when they accumulate enough merit to learn martial arts, of course, this refers to our ordinary monks and lay disciples, those Luohan Hall, Dharma Academy disciples do not have this requirement, they all have the elders to teach martial arts personally, even the annual meeting and other things have nothing to do with them, just like just now you saw a disciple of each academy in the temple? But we, ordinary disciples of the outer court, need to work our own, there are not many opportunities like the annual meeting, but none of us can pass the test of the abbot (and no one dares to squeak on the Daxiong Treasure Hall), and no one will come out in a few years. ”

Zhao Ming only knew when he heard this, it turned out that Shaolin still had this rule, no wonder Qiao Feng became a top master in the original book, and Xuzhu was not even a third-rate, so he fell behind at the starting point.