Above the Arhat Hall is the Prajna Hall, above the Prajna Hall is the Bodhi Courtyard, and above the Bodhi Courtyard is the Bodhi Courtyard.
Wang Xu couldn't help but think, Prajna Hall requires masters at the master level, and Damo Hall requires a grand master to enter. So what level does Bodhi Hall correspond to, the broken level?
"There are more than 300 monks and more than a dozen master-level masters in one generation. The power system in this world is really not simple. Moreover, through normal practice, I found that practicing in this world, whether it is increasing internal strength or learning
The moves seem to be easier than those in other worlds. It's like playing a game. If the other worlds are on normal difficulty, this is easy difficulty. The difference is very obvious."
Wang Xu stood on his head and thought. He had traveled through more than a dozen worlds, and there were still differences between different worlds.
For example, the Republic of China plane, the Counter World plane, the Dark Super SWAT plane, the reality plane, and the Pirates of the Caribbean plane.
Internal strength can also be practiced in these planes, but compared with the orthodox martial arts world, the difficulty of practice is higher.
For example, in the real plane, Wang Xu relied on practice to increase his internal strength, and it took an average of ten hours to gain a ray of true energy.
In the martial arts plane, one strand can grow in eight hours.
The plane of the God of Cookery is even faster. It only takes six hours for a ray of true energy to grow. The techniques are all the same. The only difference lies in the different worlds. Perhaps this is the reason why martial arts are more prosperous in the plane of the God of Cookery.
After all, Wang Xu's biggest reliance in cultivating internal strength is the evolutionary fluid, and the vitality of heaven and earth is not important to him.
But for ordinary people, the difference in the vitality of heaven and earth can be largely reflected in cultivation level.
The World of Swordsman also has the Yi Jin Jing. The abbot of the Shaolin Temple practices the Yi Jin Jing. He is a master at the age of seventy and eighty. If he were placed in the plane of the God of Cookery, he would have been a great master.
"Senior brothers, what are the requirements for being selected into the Prajna Hall?" Wang Xu stood upside down on the bluestone and asked the senior brothers around him.
A senior brother named Xinghu heard the sound and said: "In our generation, the Prajna Hall has not yet been opened. According to the practice after the opening of the previous Prajna Hall, if you want to enter the Prajna Hall, you must be under the disciples of the previous Prajna Hall.
, it is necessary to remain undefeated in thirty moves. Don’t think this is simple. Those who can enter the Prajna Hall are the best among the disciples of each generation. The current members of the Prajna Hall are all masters and uncles of the Dharma generation.
, they have been practicing in Prajna Hall for at least twenty or thirty years."
Twenty or thirty years is not a small number. The oldest monks of the Xingzi generation present are only in their thirties. Who knows what state they will reach in twenty or thirty years.
Even if the disciples of the previous generation of Prajna Hall have not reached the level of entering Bodhidharma Academy, they are probably the top group among the masters.
It is already a very difficult test for a group of Xingzi disciples who have just become a master to endure thirty rounds in the hands of those people.
We stood on our heads until 5 p.m., when Master Faquan announced the disbandment.
After practicing martial arts for a day, the sweating monks chatted and laughed and returned to the mountain to take a bath together.
Although martial arts are prosperous in the world of the God of Cookery, it is a modern society after all. In addition to being conservative, Shaolin Temple also welcomes the new.
When Wang Xu returned to the monk's dormitory after taking a shower, he saw Xingnan using his laptop in the room, playing the classic Red Alert game.
"Where did the computer come from?" Wang Xu closed the door and sat next to him watching the game.
The one that is difficult to use is the British camp, which plays the island map and plays one-on-one against the computer.
I glanced at the screen and saw that Xingnan's family didn't build a single tank. They were just building a shipbuilding factory frantically and playing non-mainstream naval battles.
"I borrowed this. The senior brother Xingyu next door is a literary monk. He often goes out to pray for people. He secretly bought this laptop. Don't tell anyone. There are regulations in the temple that prohibit us from using mobile phones.
With the computer, if someone knows about it, it will be troublesome. I will let you play a few games later. Have you ever played Red Alert?"
get in a word.
Wang Xu just smiled. As a modern person, some of them have never played Red Alert.
Especially in the 1980s and 1990s, when everyone had just come into contact with computers, it was the time when red alerts swept through all the major rankings.
There was even a period of time when Red Alert was a must-have for computer installation, and a Red Alert CD was given as a gift when buying a computer.
"You take your time and play, I'll go check out other monks' houses." Wang Xu looked at it for a while and then left. Master Mengwei gave him three months to integrate into these monks before he could teach.
Wash the marrow sutra for him.
Although it is still early, you must prepare for a rainy day. After all, the sooner you can break into the monks, the better.
After leaving the monk's residence, Wang Xu planned to visit Xing Hu's place.
Xing Hu is thirty-four years old this year. He is relatively older among the disciples of Xing Zi generation. He takes good care of his younger brothers. Having a good relationship with him will help him integrate into the group.
This afternoon, Wang Xu chatted with him for a long time. This man's dream was to enter the Prajna Hall and pass the assessment to become an eighteenth bronze medalist.
As a result, when I arrived at Xinghu's monk's residence and asked, I found that Xinghu was not in the monk's residence, but had gone to Muren Lane to find the Eighteen Bronze Man.
Wang Xu is also a little interested in Muren Alley and the Eighteen Bronze Figures. This is where Shaolin tests its disciples.
The reputation of Shaolin has been passed down through the ages. The disciples are walking down the mountain. What if their martial arts are not good enough and the reputation of Shaolin is ruined?
The answer lies in the wooden figure alley. Only Shaolin disciples who have passed through the Eighteen Bronze Figures have the right to walk down the mountain.
If you can't get through, you'd better stay up the mountain to avoid embarrassing the Shaolin Temple when you go down the mountain.
Therefore, in the world of martial arts, Shaolin Temple disciples are all highly skilled in martial arts, and those who are not up to this level will be kicked out of the Muren Alley.
Wooden Lane
Muren Alley is located in the back mountain. There is a small road going down from here, which leads to the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
Like the forbidden area in the back mountain, this place is not open to tourists and is specially used to test Shaolin disciples coming down the mountain.
However, times have changed, and it is now difficult for the outside world to see the Eighteen Bronze Men, who are the door gods of the Shaolin Temple. The number of people who dare to come to the Shaolin Temple to compete in martial arts is also becoming smaller and smaller.
"A six."
"A seven!"
"Why is it so low? What should I do if I don't have a small card, a king?"
"K is the big card. I, the two of spades, didn't even say anything. If you get arrogant in any round, take care of me!"
When Wang Xu rushed to Muren Lane, a group of golden monks were gathered around to fight the landlord.
Suddenly hearing the sound of footsteps, the Eighteen Bronze Man hurriedly hid his cards, and then he saw Wang Xu coming.
"Nephew, what are you doing? You don't know how to say hello when you come here. If you scare someone, you will scare them to death!" A bronze man said angrily, then he stopped caring about Wang Xu and greeted the others: "Leave him alone.
Let's go on, two of spades, right? I have the king."
The Eighteen Bronze Men did not guard the mountain gate, but gathered together all day long to fight the landlords, which blinded Wang Xu.
Looking at Xing Hu who was following the Eighteen Bronze Man and stretching his neck to read the cards, Wang Xu really doubted whether this guy wanted to be a Bronze Man or if he wanted to come here to play cards every day.
"Junior brother, why are you here?" After noticing Wang Xu's arrival, Xing Hu reluctantly looked back, as if he hadn't seen enough.
Wang Xu walked up and stood with Xinghu, looked at the poker cards and a pile of leaves on the table, and said, "I'm here to find you, senior brother Xinghu, what are they playing, are they winning leaves?"
"One leaf represents one dollar. After playing, we will settle together. This way it is no longer gambling when others see it." Xinghu said to Wang Xu, while shaking his head and looking at the cards.
When Wang Xu heard that they were playing at such a young age, he asked, "You are so excited, why don't you go play with them for a while? Don't they let you play with them?"
Xinghu didn't look back, he just rubbed his hands towards Wang Xu and made a money gesture.
Shaolin disciples do not have a salary, especially ordinary disciples. Unless they bring money and supplies to the mountain before becoming a monk, they will have no money.
Going up, the monks of the Buddhist generation are better. There are martial arts performances, Dharma gatherings, salvation and other activities outside. Most of them return to the Shaolin Temple, and I can still get some benefits.
The disciples below are in dire straits. Unless the masters and uncles above him leak a little bit, they won't be able to drink the soup.
Obviously, Xinghu is such a hard worker. The money he gets from martial arts performances goes to his master, and he doesn't even have a hair left on his hands.