An incense table, a futon, a bright lamp, a wooden fish, and a golden Tathagata.
An old monk in his 70s or 80s with long eyebrows was sitting on a futon, knocking on sutras and chanting Buddha's name. This man was Master Zhikong, the eminent monk who is the abbot of Shaolin Temple.
"Dong dong dong dong dong" The sound of wooden fish knocks away worries, and the sound of chanting connects you to the other shore.
As soon as Wang Xu walked into the main hall, he was stunned by the old monk's grace. Then he noticed that the abbot of the Shaolin Temple was actually an ordinary person with no martial arts skills at all.
It's not that he is hiding something, nor is he returning to his original nature. It's because he really doesn't know martial arts.
Wang Xu stood in front of Master Zhikong. With his current level of martial arts, it was not difficult to see that Master Zhikong's energy and blood were declining and he was about to run out of energy.
If a person who practices martial arts has martial arts close to him, there will be no signs of decline until his internal strength is exhausted.
"The donor came from afar and spent a lot of money to pay homage to the Buddha, just to see the young monk. What's the point?" The sound of the wooden fish gradually subsided, Master Zhikong opened his eyes and asked in a low tone.
Wang Xu clasped his hands together, and without waiting for Master Zhikong to give in, he took the initiative to sit on the futon next to him and said: "Master, I want to borrow the Shaolin Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read and learn some self-protection techniques. As long as the master can do it,
, I would like to offer one hundred thousand taels of gold to rebuild the golden body of Buddha."
"Yes." Master Zhikong glanced at Wang Xu, then closed his eyes and knocked on the wooden fish again.
Wang Xu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, looking at Master Zhikong's appearance, and asked: "Master agreed so quickly?"
"Why don't you agree? It's a good thing to reshape the Buddha's golden body. The donor is so sincere, how can the young monk refuse?" Master Zhikong stopped making wooden fish sounds, looked up at Wang Xu, and said again: "The donor gave up one hundred thousand taels of gold.
Without even frowning, you can tell that you have a predestined relationship with me, the Buddha, very good, very good."
After saying this, Master Zhikong closed his eyes and said nothing, and the sound of chanting began again.
Wang Xu touched his head. The happiness came so suddenly that he could hardly believe it.
He turned back three times and walked out of the hall. When he was leaving, he didn't see Master Zhikong regretting his words, so he believed that his matter was done.
"Abbott, the Sutra Pavilion in my Shaolin Temple is never open to outsiders. Why did you agree to this?" After Wang Xu left the main hall, a middle-aged monk walked out from behind the Buddha statue and asked the old monk respectfully.
The old monk didn't raise his head. He knocked on the wooden fish and whispered: "So what if you don't agree? The donor giving up one hundred thousand taels of gold is like giving up a piece of straw. He wants to go, but if you don't let him go, he will
We have to find a way to do it. With one hundred thousand taels of gold, we can do too many things. We can repair damaged temples, reshape the golden body of the Buddha, and provide relief to the victims.
Similarly, one hundred thousand taels of gold can do too many things in his hands. It can make me, an old monk, speak, and naturally it can also make people in the world crazy and corrupt people's hearts. I promise, I am good, and he is good.
, everyone is good. If you don’t agree, I am not good, he is not good, and everyone is not good, why can’t we all be better? Huishen, after my death, you will pass on my mantle to Shaolin Temple. You must remember that Shaolin is Buddhism.
In Shaolin, martial arts secrets cannot protect this thousand-year-old temple, and thirty years of hard training cannot stop a foreign gun. Therefore, only by having a deep understanding of Buddhism can it last forever and remain unchanged forever."
Wang Xu, who had already left, did not hear what Master Zhikong said, otherwise he would have praised it greatly.
In the world of The Deer and the Cauldron, martial arts have reached their final stage, even those as strong as Obai and Feng Xifan will die of exhaustion under the encirclement and suppression of the army.
For most people, even if they practice for thirty to fifty years, in the end, unless they are practicing martial arts like the Golden Bell Cover, it is just a matter of a few bullets.
If Wang Xu didn't have the portal and knew that he couldn't learn Taoism, he wouldn't have embarked on the path of a warrior with many difficulties.
After all, from the current point of view, the warriors in the early stage are no match for technology. If the three laws of robots had not been cracked, and the world would not have been a big threat, Wang Xu would have used technology to overturn the world.
Of course, using technology to push things all the way is just a last resort.
Wang Xu has made up his mind to follow the path of a warrior. Unless he has to, he doesn't want to use technology too much because it would be disrespectful to his own martial arts.
Once you develop the idea of using technology for everything instead of relying on your own martial arts, the path to martial arts will be useless.
It's easy to destroy them, just bring a few electromagnetic guns from the counter-world, but it's difficult to pick them up.
After all, the technological level of the Counter World, that is, at the end of the 21st century, is not too high. It is okay to crush the world with low martial arts, it is hard to say in the world of medium martial arts, and it is even more unthinkable in the world of high martial arts.
In the end, it is better to suffer a little in the early stage, so as not to find out that you have accomplished nothing without technology when the technology no longer works.
"Donor, the Sutra Pavilion has arrived."
Under the leadership of the young novice monk, Wang Xu came to the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple, a three-story building.
Wang Xu pushed the door open and walked in. He glanced at the bookshelves in the room and said, "Remember not to let anyone disturb me within three hours."
"Amitabha." The young novice chanted the Buddha's name and retreated, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.
After the little novice monk left, Wang Xu took a leisurely tour, mainly looking at the catalog of book titles.
There are three floors in the Sutra Pavilion. The first floor contains ordinary Buddhist scriptures, the second floor contains martial arts secrets compiled by Shaolin Temple, and the third floor contains some unique scriptures.
It can be seen from this that for the Shaolin Temple, martial arts secret books are above ordinary scriptures, but below precious and unique scriptures.
Wang Xu walked from the first floor to the third floor, and then from the third floor to the first floor. He silently estimated that there are at least thousands of scriptures collected here, tens of thousands of scriptures annotated by predecessors, and less than a hundred martial arts secrets.
one part.
Looking at the sky outside, Wang Xu closed the window, opened his own portal, brought four housekeeping robots from the reverse world, and ordered: "Scan all the scriptures here into your chips, even one
No punctuation marks are allowed."
"As you command, master." The four housekeeping robots acted separately and began Wang Xu's plan to copy books.
Wang Xu sat in the room without speaking. Half an hour later, he only listened to the report from the housekeeping robot: "Master, everything has been recorded."
Hearing the robot's words, Wang Xu nodded slightly and asked: "Is there a marrow cleansing sutra?"
"No" the robot answered in the affirmative.
Wang Xu frowned slightly and asked again: "Is there a Yi Jin Jing?"
"Master, here is the best plan of the Yi Jin Jing. According to records, the bad plan has been lost in the late Ming Dynasty and has not been recovered so far." The robot answered affirmatively. They are managed by the control chip and will not treat the owner.
Lying.
"That's it!" Wang Xu exhaled after hearing the robot's explanation, thinking that this makes sense.
Oboi, the top master in the north, relied on the golden bell to dominate.
The number one master in the south, Chen Jinnan, also learned the Qingming Sword Technique, a martial art that had never been heard of before.
He had explored it in the Ouchi Imperial Palace before. After several changes of dynasties, many of the unique skills were either lost or lost. It felt like there were no tigers in the mountains and the monkeys were kings.
From top to bottom, the level of martial arts is getting worse with each dynasty, and all major sects have become declining. Even Obai's golden bell was not learned from Shaolin, but from the Brada Palace.
It is regarded as the treasure of the Prada Palace.
"Go back, remember to clear all chip memories about this door after crossing this door." Wang Xu opened the portal again and sent the robot back to the reverse world. Finally, he took a deep look at this world and whispered.