"What's going on? Is it possible that this old monk wants to leave me in Shaolin and imprison me after he sees that I know how to change tendons?"
Before Wang Xu came to Shaolin, he did not expect that his Yi Jin Jing would be seen through by Master Mengwei.
After all, in the movie, Master Mengwei shows that he knows martial arts, but there is no detailed description. No one knows how high his martial arts is.
Looking at it now, it is as high as the sky. Among the four masters of Jin, Gu and Huangliang, only Master Huang Yi has described the magical powers of martial arts.
However, although Wang Xu was surprised, he was not very scared.
The main theme of the movie God of Cookery is comedy and joy. From top to bottom, every character who appears has a comedy element.
In the movie, Master Mengwei is also a very humorous and intelligent person. He is a truly virtuous monk, different from the rigid and conservative Shaolin abbots in the martial arts world.
"Master, can I refuse?" Wang Xu was silent for a moment and asked hesitantly.
Master Mengyi smiled slightly and said: "Donor, you have given me thousands of gold to pay homage to the Buddha, and your merits are immeasurable. You are my distinguished guest in Shaolin. How could this poor monk embarrass you? However, you are really destined to be with my Buddha, so this poor monk has what he just did."
Once asked, the donor must not misunderstand."
Hearing this statement, Wang Xu breathed a sigh of relief.
Master Mengwei wanted to force him to stay as a monk in the Shaolin Temple. Wang Xu might have to use the shuttle door to leave, and missed the Marrow Cleansing Sutra.
Now it seems that Master Mengyi has no intention of pursuing the Yi Jin Jing, which gives him a lot of room for maneuver.
Moreover, Master Mengwei mentioned twice that the merits of offering a thousand pieces of gold to Buddha are immeasurable. It seems that the money offensive is still effective.
In this case, can you use the money offensive to borrow the Marrow Cleansing Sutra from Shaolin Temple?
Thinking of this, Wang Xu clasped his hands together and said: "Master, I don't lie in front of monks. I came to Shaolin this time because I want to borrow the Marrow Cleansing Sutra from your temple to read it. As long as the master agrees, I am willing to donate ten thousand gold again.
Decorating temples for Shaolin and reshaping the golden body of Buddha, I hope the master can be accommodating."
"The Marrow Cleansing Sutra?" Master Mengyi thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "This poor monk cannot agree to this request. The Marrow Washing Sutra is the treasure of my Shaolin temple and cannot be passed on to outsiders."
When it comes to the word outsider, Master Mengwei places a heavy emphasis on it, as if there is something in his words.
Wang Xu understood as soon as he thought about it, he couldn't pass it on to outsiders, but he could pass it on to his own people.
Good guy, this old monk still wants him to become a monk. Could it be that he is so connected to Buddhism that he is born to be a monk?
"You don't have to be a monk to become a Shaolin disciple. You only need to be ordained and not take the precepts. You can also be a lay disciple. Donor, you have a lot of wisdom and a predestined relationship with Buddha. This is your fate with Shaolin. I, the Shaolin Temple's
The door is always open to you, Amitabha.”
The master of the wet dream shouted the name of Buddha, but his feet were obviously motionless, but he floated away in front of Wang Xu.
Wang Xu watched Master Wetmeng go away, subconsciously touched his hair, feeling faintly moved.
You can learn the Marrow Cleansing Sutra just by being ordained without being ordained. This business can be done.
After all, this sword was different from the one used in the Sunflower Book. His hair could grow back even if it was gone. After all, he had no loss at all. He just gained the title of a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple.
Using a false name in exchange for a unique skill like the Marrow Cleansing Sutra. As long as you are a normal person, you will know how to choose.
the next day
"Junior brother Xingchi, get up quickly, we are about to go to morning classes!"
Early in the morning, the sun has just risen, and with the sound of bells, the day in Shaolin Temple begins.
A monk's dormitory, four bald heads, four white and gray monk robes, and four pairs of monk shoes are a standard configuration.
Wang Xu rubbed his eyes, and according to his own habit, he touched the cigar box next to the pillow with one hand.
After a try, it was all empty. Only then did he remember that he was already a lay disciple of the Shaolin Temple, and the cigar had long been confiscated by Master Mengwei.
"Junior Brother Xingchi, don't be in a daze. We have to go to the Main Hall to do morning lessons quickly. If you are late, you will be punished and not allowed to have breakfast." A monk pushed Wang Xu and said impatiently.
Wang Xu looked at this person. This monk, whose name is Xingnan, must be his senior brother.
In addition to the difficulty of walking, there are also hardships in the monastery. Two senior brothers, Xing Mu, including his junior brother named Xing Chi, there are four people in the monastery.
Among the four people, he is the highest in terms of cultivation, but he is the youngest in terms of seniority.
Because he just entered the profession yesterday and there is no one younger than him in the profession, why did he insist on refusing to be ordained and become the direct disciple of Master Mengwei?
Touching the bald spot on his head, Wang Xu lazily got up and went to the water tower at the door to get water to wash his face.
There are many monks in Shaolin Temple, including more than a dozen eminent monks of the Meng generation, dozens of monks of the Fa generation, and hundreds of monks of the Xing generation.
The monks washing their faces next to the water tower are all senior monks of the Xingzi, Fazi and Mengzi generations. They all have their own separate rooms and cannot be seen here.
When Wang Xu came over to wash his face, some monks pointed at him, saying that he was a new junior brother.
"Brother Xingnan, do we get up so early every day?" Wang Xu washed his face, flushed his bald head with his hands, and asked Xingnan next to him.
Xingnan was a young monk in his twenties and a warrior monk. After hearing this, he nodded and said, "Yes, I usually get up at five o'clock, go to the Main Hall to do morning lessons at five thirty, and listen to the lectures by the uncles.
The lecture ends at seven o'clock, and everyone goes to the cafeteria to eat together. Then the literary monks go to Manjusri Hall to chant sutras, and the warrior monks go to the back mountain to practice martial arts. It's like this every day."
After washing his face several times, Wang Xu followed the other monks and walked towards the Main Hall.
The Main Hall is very spacious, with hundreds of yellow futons lined up facing the Buddha statue.
Under the statue of Buddha, three monks wearing cassocks and looking to be in their forties or fifties were sitting cross-legged.
These three monks were sitting cross-legged in the cross-legged shape. They were all preaching monks of the Dharma generation. They all looked at their noses, noses and mouths, and their mouths and minds, without even looking at the monks who walked in.
"Sitting cross-legged at the front is Uncle Fayi. He has studied the Diamond Sutra intensively. He has studied the Diamond Sutra for thirty years. On Mondays of every month, he presides over the explanation of the Diamond Sutra. We are all martial arts
Monk, as long as you can understand the sutras, we won't be asked any questions about the meaning of the sutras."
After Xingnan said these words, he clasped his hands in front of Master Fayi, lowered his head and walked into the main hall.
Wang Xu also followed his example, clasped his hands and walked in, sat on the futon next to Xingnan, and quietly looked at the people around him.
Judging from the monks' robes, it is not clear who is the literary monk and who is the warrior monk.
However, from the moment he entered the palace gate, the palace gate itself was a dividing line. Wang Xu found that Xing Nan, Xing Bitterness, and Xing Mu were all sitting on the right.
From here, most of the warrior monks should be on the right, and the literary monks should be on the left.
"Dang Dang Dang!!!"
There was a golden bell in front of Master Fa Yi. When he saw that everyone had arrived, he picked up the hammer and struck the golden bell a few times.
Hearing the sound of the bell, the monks became quiet one after another. Most of them sat cross-legged, while a few took out the Diamond Sutra and placed it in front of them.
Wang Xu also has a copy of the Diamond Sutra, which is prepared for new disciples entering the temple. When he can memorize the sutra, he will take it back.
While flipping through some yellowed scriptures, Wang Xu also pretended to sit cross-legged on the futon.
After a while, Master Fa Yi slowly opened his mouth and began to chant sutras.
So I heard that at one time the Buddha was in the country of Savatthi
As soon as Master Fayi opened his mouth, the sound of chanting resounded in the Mahavira Hall, which was the most widely circulated Diamond Sutra.
Wang Xu looked around. Those who could memorize it followed, and those who couldn't memorized it followed.
For a time, the voices of hundreds of people gathered together and resounded throughout the Main Hall.
Occasionally, there are a few people who are sneaking around, just like the bad students in elementary school who were led by the teacher to memorize the text and just opened their mouths without making a sound, shaking their heads and dozing off.
Unconsciously, Wang Xu had the illusion that he was back on campus. If his eyes hadn't caught his eye, this illusion might have been stronger.