MTL - The Sage Who Transcended Samsara-Chapter 1 movement

The blue sky is clear, the blue is pure and clear, and there is no white cloud.

The weather is so good ... After Meng Qi opened his eyes, what was in sight was such a beautiful picture. Suddenly there was a big dream, and the bed was soft and hard to leave.

Lamenting in his heart, Meng Qi felt that his body was shaken violently, and a tense male voice came from his ear: "Master Er, are you awake?"

Master? Meng Qi turned his head subconsciously, and saw a middle-aged man with a tense face. He had an extremely eye-catching horse face, with a five-headed goatee-like beard, but this was not the point. Is it his headscarf? Jing? How come? P> What's the situation?

"Master two, are you okay?" The middle-aged man stroked Meng Qi's body up and down, scaring him into thinking he had encountered ** wacky madness, turned up and sat up, and flinched back, but the other two hands were like A pair of iron tongs made his struggle useless, and felt a stream of warmth flowing in the body, dissipating all discomfort, warming like it was soaking in the hot spring.

The middle-aged man saw Meng Qi stood up and nodded softly, "It should be all right."

After judging his own judgments, he asked Meng Qi uneasily: "Second Master, what else are you uncomfortable with?"

Concerns overflow with words.

Meng Qi didn't understand his situation at all, and his brain seemed to be a mess. Mumu said, "No."

The horse-faced man's expression suddenly relaxed, and then squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Second Master, Hou Ye is also compelled to be better in the temple than at home. You do n’t want to think about it, hey, although the blue lantern here Buddha, stay away from the red dust, but Shaolin is the master of martial arts in the world. You ca n’t say that in the future you will have the chance to consolidate the golden body of the Lord, to dominate the world, and to transcend the suffering of the world. ... "

At this point, he also seemed to think that this might be too slim, his heart was ashamed, his voice gradually lowered, and his mouth wriggled a few times before changing his rhetoric: "Even if the golden body is difficult to achieve, Shaolin's 72 stunts are also Yimenmen It ’s amazing, if you can learn a few things, and you will be in a hurry in the future.

Talking, his voice was getting lower and lower, like a mosquito. In the end, he simply raised his left hand, covered his face, turned and left, leaving a long sigh of smoke.

Watching this horse-faced man's back disappeared in the hills and forests three or two times later, Meng Qi who was confused by his nagging words just wanted to ask:

"Uncle, who are you?"

Simply inexplicable!

Meng Qi has now realized that he is not in a familiar place, but in a strange and strange environment.

A place similar to ancient China!

I stayed up late and watched the World Cup. Is that so? Woke through as soon as I woke up?

Meng Qi didn't doubt who the prank was, nor did he think that it was in a costume studio, because the uncle Malian had covered his face and walked away, although the pace was messy and rushed as if there were evil spirits behind him, but the speed of Quickly, like a shocking horse, it's absolutely amazing!

"At first glance, it is a master of martial arts!" Meng Qi "judged" based on the experience of novels and television.

"There is no Amitabha in the south, follow me into the temple." As Meng Qi began to think actively, a low Buddhist horn suddenly sounded behind him, scared that he almost did not scream.

When is there anyone behind me?

I don't even feel it!

After almost turning around his neck, Meng Qi saw a monk in a yellow-brown monk costume. He was very tall, but thin like a bamboo pole. He had nothing special about his eyes, only his eyes were lingering. Mourning, and this makes his age difficult to judge, 40-50 years old, in his early 30s.

Seeing that Meng Qi noticed himself, the monk in yellow clothes didn't say much, motioned with his eyes, turned and walked towards the main entrance of the temple.

Yellow walls and black tiles, dark red gates, the front of this temple is no different from the temple that Meng Qi used to visit, but it is much larger and much wider.

What surprised Meng Qi was that, above the gate, a block of gilt gold plaque read three large characters similar to regular script:

"Shaolin Temple"!

It is really "Shaolin Temple"!

The text here is actually very similar to the ancient italics.

At the beginning of a strange and strange place, Meng Qi was afraid to ask questions, resisted surprise and doubt, and followed the monk in yellow.

Until this time, Meng Qi found himself short-footed and short-footed. After careful consideration, I wondered whether I should be worried or thought: "An alternative‘ return to old age ’...”

Judging by the size of the palms, fairness, and the jade worn by the waist, this body is probably under the age of fourteen, and is noble and respectful.

"I don't know what this body looks like. Those who look good have youth ..."

"In the Shaolin Temple, the ancient Buddha in the blue lantern, what youth is needed!"

"I don't know if I can refuse to enter the temple, but now I am a small body and left Shaolin, I can't live at all. This is a world of martial arts. I wonder if there are monsters ... Hey, in many ancient records, those giants It's a common practice for the big family to raise children ... "

"According to Uncle Ma Lian, this Shaolin is still a master of martial arts even if he is not another Shaolin. He also has seventy-two stunts. I don't know if he ..."

"I used to fantasize that I would become a hero of the next generation, and I am happy to have enmity. Now there is hope, but why am I still unhappy? Computer, mobile phone, Internet, and family ..."

"It seems good to learn some martial arts, eh, what is Luo Han's golden body?"

Meng Qi seemed to be quietly following the monk in yellow clothing, and passed over the monks and monks in yellow clothing, but no one knew, his thoughts were disturbed and could not stop.

No matter how erratic his thoughts, in the end Meng Qi could only recognize the reality. With his own age and the situation of being abandoned, only the peace of mind can be learned at Shaolin Temple for a period of time.

"I don't know if I can bring art to vulgarity in the future? Wine can abstain, meat can't abstain!" Meng Qi felt that he was "forethought" and took a step to look at a hundred steps.

On this way, the monk in yellow clothes did not pass through the hall dedicated to the Buddha image, but instead circled from both sides, behind several courtyards, he pushed the door of the hall for the first time.

The door creaked open, Meng Qi looked down, and found dozens of children under the age of fifteen. The youngest is estimated to be only * years old. They sat on the futon with their eyes focused on the wide face of the first. Ear monk, this monk is also in yellow, with a serious expression and a ruler in his hand.

"Where is the Amitabha Buddha, Brother Xuanzang, what's the matter?" The wide-faced and big-eared monk had a thick voice.

Alas, it's entirely possible to sing the Bel Canto. The more nervous Meng Qi becomes, the more she can't help thinking about it. At the same time, she knows the bamboo pole monk who brought herself into the temple.

Xuan Zang Low Xuan Buddha said: "Master Xuanku, this is the child I mentioned before."

He is frank and has no intention of explaining in private. The disadvantage is that his voice is dry and unpleasant, and there is a big gap with mystery.

Xuan Mi glanced at Meng Qi and said without a smile, "Come in sequence."

Meng Qi looked at him unclearly, and Xuan Zang beside him pointed to an empty futon: "Wait for an inquiry."

"Yes." Meng Qi is no longer a man who has worked for several years. This situation can still be understood, so he learned the other children to sit on the futon roundly.

Xuan Su didn't look at Meng Qi anymore, holding a ring ruler, and asked a child: "What is the name of the commoner? Why did you join me in Shaolin?"

The child was about ten years old, with red lips and white teeth and a handsome appearance, but his expression was a little dumbfounded: "My name is Fang Aqi, and I was sold to a monk because I could not eat enough."

Alas, several children laughed out loud. They were all the older ones. The answer from Fang Aqi was to curse the bald donkey in front of the monk! It seems that he has a problem in his head.

Mysterious frowned, his face a little darker and authentic: "Do n’t use the name of the commoner anymore, your code is‘ True Wisdom ’, and you enter the hospital.”

A slight inhalation sound came from the mouths of several older and sensible children, and their expressions told Meng Qi that this academy seemed not a good place to go.

"Fang Aqi is Zhenhui, Zhenhui is Fang Ahqi ..." Fang Aqi, who is already "True Wisdom," whispered.

My eyes turned away, and I turned to a relatively older child: "What is the name of the commoner? Why did you join me in Shaolin?"

The child should be thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slightly nervous expression, but still smoothly answered: "Master Hui Hui, his disciple surname Liu Mingzhi, was sent to Shaolin because of his family's worship of Dharma and Chongwu Taoism."

They are children after selection, and their bones are pretty good.

Mysterious bitterly nodded: "It's kind of frank. If you only adore the Dharma, then you will be asked to go to the academy. Starting today, your law code is‘ True Virtue ’, and you ’re admitted to the‘ Monk Academy ’.”

"Uncle Xie Xuan suffering." Zhende said with his hands folded.

According to what he knows, once he has a law number, he can directly call Xuan Su as his uncle before he has a formal master, according to the order of "nothing is empty in my heart, deep in pure wisdom".

Xuanyu nodded for his little cleverness, passed him directly, and began to ask other children.

Zhende was condensed in his heart. It seems that Uncle Xuanku is as square as the rumor, and cannot be impressed by flattery.

As for the mysterious inquiry, Meng Qi was at first completely holding a leisurely mentality of watching the lively information, but suddenly his expression was frozen.

"What is my name?"

"What's this body called?"

Meng Qi searched his intestines and scratched his belly, scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks, but he couldn't remember the name of this body. He didn't even inherit any memory!

"It's impossible to say Meng Qi directly, Xuan Zang is still watching!"

"He must know the origin and name of this body!"

"You have to figure out a way to fool!"

In the face of mysterious suffering that seems to be very strict and serious, Meng Qi dare not talk much, do not dare to quietly set the words of Xuanzang, dare not pretend to have amnesia, and can only think silently about other methods, so as not to expose the fact that he crossed. There is a real Lohan!

"What is the name of the commoner? Why did you join me in Shaolin?" Meng Qi had time to come up with a good idea, and Xuan Su had stood in front of him with a ruler in his hand.

Meng Qi opened his mouth, and suddenly a flash of light flashed out of his mouth: "After entering Shaolin, the common name has been forgotten."

After answering, Meng Qi secretly applauded for himself, so witty and apt to the Dharma!

Mysteriously looked at Meng Qi carefully, shaking the ring ruler in his hand twice, without asking the answer to the latter question, directly and severely:

"The movement is too heavy, entered the academy, the law is‘ True Ding ’.” 2k novel reading network