Seeing that he had successfully attracted the attention of everyone in the hall, Chen Fei smiled slightly and stepped forward. Then, for all Shaolin monks, the real nightmare began:

......The Master said this, but he didn't know that the so-called Buddhist Dharma is not the Dharma. He should have no dwelling on anything, and give birth to his mind, free from all forms, and be called all Buddhas...

.... The past heart cannot be obtained, the present heart cannot be obtained, the future heart cannot be obtained......

...If the world is truly possessed, it is one combination. The Tathagata says that one combination is not one combination, but is called one combination......

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

Chen Fei licked his lips, which had become dry because he had spoken for too long, looked at the Shaolin monks who were either dejected, closed their eyes and pondering, or thought hard, and had a strange smile on his lips.

.....I'm fighting with me, don't you know how much Zen master chicken soup I have heard?...

...... Kids, you don't know what kind of baptism you have received...

"This... this layman, the abbot, please come to the Zen room to talk." At this moment, a little novice monk who was only aged 2008 walked in and stuttered in a slight eleven bow to Chen Fei. He looked at Chen Fei with a handsome face full of fear, as if he was looking at some prehistoric beast. Perhaps he had just been running over, his face looked red and very cute. His black eyes were rolling around, and he saw that the uncles and uncles who were usually very majestic were dejected at this time, as if they had been scolded by his master. His face was frustrated, which made him stutter - this man is so powerful.

Just as he was thinking, he was gently patted on his head. When he looked up, the man was looking at himself with a smile and said, "What, little monk, isn't your abbot wanting to see me? Why don't you lead the way in front?"

The little monk then thought of his task, so he hurriedly ran to Chen Fei, tidy up his clothes, and then followed the way with his right hand, and said in a deep voice: "Please, layman." When he was proud, he heard a chuckle, and then he felt a gentle smile on his head. It turned out that Chen Fei saw that he was obviously a child but he had to pretend to be an adult, but he couldn't help but come on his shiny head. At this time, he saw that he was touched by his head and raised his head in a daze. After all, he couldn't help it. He laughed out loud and gently stroked the little monk's head, regardless of the little monk's depressed look, and then he walked along the way to the direction of the abbot's Zen room behind Shaolin Temple.

The monks of Shaolin, who looked frustrated behind him, looked at his gradually disappearing back, and their faces were more or less unwilling to be on their faces. They had been comprehending Buddhist scriptures since they were young, but they could not do anything to a young man who was only about twenty years old. Since then, there have been no monks in Shaolin who have been here to help pilgrims. They studied in the room day and night, or traveled out of the mountains and traveled around the world. They experienced all kinds of worlds like disciples in Shaolin. However, a large number of Zen monks emerged in later generations, and the name of the sacred land of Shaolin Buddhism once again became famous all over the world, but this is a later story.

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

"The abbot is discussing important matters with several first-class officials at this time. The layman is here for a while. The little monk will leave first. Amitabha Buddha." As soon as he finished speaking, the little monk who brought Chen Fei to run away hurriedly like a burning butt, but he was unwilling to be alone by Chen Fei for a moment. After running out of the Zen room, he touched his head with a pair of white and tender little hands, looking in tears - the senior brother said that he would not grow tall when touched......

Chen Fei in the Zen room didn't know how much psychological shadow his behavior had caused to this cute little novice monk. At this time, he was looking at the interior of the Zen room with curiosity - after all, he was the supreme sect of the world's largest sect. In his previous life, he would be the CEO's office of the world's number one company, so of course he had to take a good look.

Chen Fei was leisurely looking at the decorations of Shaolin Abbot’s Zen Room here, but Shaolin Abbot and the heads of each courtyard were anxious because of Chen Fei’s affairs. After all, this guy used Buddhism to beat a large number of monks in front of the pilgrims, and his face was simply a fucking fuck. For individuals, face may be big or small, but Shaolin’s face will definitely not be a trivial matter!

"No, this little guy must enter my Shaolin!" The old voice was thick and heroic. An elderly monk wearing a cassock might be annoyed. His palm as big as a palm fan slapped the table, making a loud bang, but the wooden tabletop did not even have a crack. Without mentioning its skills, just mentioning this precise control is unique to the contemporary world. The first Shaolin Damo Hall, Shunjian, was originally a general of the court. Although he was old at this time, his heroic spirit was not inferior to that of the past. The tiger's eyes swept towards the brothers around him, and he said in a stronger tone: "Otherwise, if he makes such a fuss, how can I have my Shaolin face?"

"My junior brother is attached to appearances. My reputation is like an external object outside of Shaolin. What's wrong with abandoning it?" Hearing his words fiercely, the old monk with long eyebrows couldn't help it. He frowned slightly and said, "What's more, my Buddhism emphasizes the law of fate, how can it be forced to be added to others?" The voice was soft, but it was clearly heard in the sound of Kongjian. It was as profound and unpredictable as it was enough to make people speechless. The first seat of the Prajna Hall was nearly a hundred years old. He did not practice martial arts or weapons, but his internal skills were extremely pure. The martial arts moves in the world were almost everywhere, and they were extremely powerful. When he was young, he had already entered the temple to practice Buddhism. At this time, he said it with some reason, which made Kongjian a little speechless, and it also made the monks present nodded slightly to recognize it.

"Although that's the case, the world is in harmony with both good and evil. If the problem is not handled this time, it is very likely to be used by those cult demons, which makes those cult demons think that my Shaolin decline will cause a bloody storm. How can you care about this?" Just as the monks nodded slightly, the Shaolin abbot Kong Wenwei, who had been closing his eyes and silently opened his eyes. The Shaolin monks who were originally talking nonsense were speechless for a moment, all bowed their heads and remained silent. Kong Wen looked around and sighed in his heart. Although these junior brothers were proficient in Buddhism and Zen, they knew almost nothing about the world and human affairs. Or, the rules of Shaolin should have changed! He shook his head slightly, and was about to speak, an old voice suddenly sounded, which made everyone present change their faces, folded their hands together, and bowed respectfully.

"The old monk will accept him as his disciple, and I will deal with everything. You don't need to worry too much."

"Disciple, please follow the orders of the master and uncle!"
Chapter completed!