"When you enter Buddhism, you must abstain from wine and meat. Can you maintain this?"
"able to sustain"
"Snapped!"
"When you enter Buddhism, you must abstain from wine and meat. Can you maintain this?"
"able to sustain"
"Snapped!"
At midnight, the Shaolin Temple is brightly lit, and under the black plaque of the Discipline Academy, a row of punished monks kneel.
Xingkong stole the Dahuan Dan and escaped. The Eighteenth Bronze Man of Shaolin Temple should have stopped him, but because the bronze man went out to drink, Xingkong, who should have been stopped, succeeded in stealing the elixir and escaped.
Mountain.
Asked again and again, answered again and again, whipped again and again.
The 18th Bronze Man smelled of alcohol and was kneeling on the ground without daring to raise his head. The Shaolin Abbot was sitting on a chair holding a tea cup and was silent.
The monk who enforces the precepts will be whipped with a special cane every time he asks.
Every time he was hit, even though the Eighteen Bronze Man had rough skin and thick flesh, he was grinning from the beating, leaving a clear blood mark on his body.
"These eighteen golden bald donkeys are so loyal. They endured dozens of blows from the dragon whip, and their skin and flesh were bruised. They didn't tell me and Xinghu. They are really tough guys!" Lying on the wall,
Wang Xu looked at the punished eighteen bronze medalists, his eyes filled with joy.
In fact, this is what they remember. According to the Eighteen Bronze Men, they have to run out three or two times a month. Who knew that something happened today.
Don’t blame society for your mistakes. Don’t blame the government for your misfortune.
Eighteen bronze men often walk by the river. There is no reason why their shoes will not get wet. After being beaten, they will become a good man again after the injury is healed. As the saying goes, if you know your mistakes, you should correct them. After correcting them, you will make them again.
"Abbott, I've been lashed fifty times, can I stop?"
"Why stop? Another fifty lashes. When entering Buddhism, avoid wine and meat. This is what they swore in front of the Buddha. How can they improve their memory if they don't?"
Master Mengwei blew the tea foam and said without raising his head.
When he heard that he wanted to be beaten, the Eighteen Bronze Man quickly begged for mercy and begged: "Abbott, we already know that we were wrong. Let us atone for our sins and go down the mountain to capture Xingkong."
"It doesn't matter if the person is gone, it's scary if the heart is gone. You can catch the person back, but can you catch the heart?" Master Mengwei took a sip of tea and whispered: "Continue with the beating, and another fifty lashes."
"Amitabha, Golden Bald Donkey, you should take care of yourself!"
Wang Xu left secretly. If you are a dead Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist, you should let these tough guys resist slowly.
After leaving the Discipline Academy, Wang Xu went straight to the monk's residence, pretended that nothing had happened, and lay on the bed, soundly sleeping.
After a night of silence, it was dawn when I opened my eyes.
Stealing pills and escaping in the air is much worse than Wang Xu thought. The Shaolin Great Return Pill can resurrect the dead and make flesh and bones. One pill can add ten years of cultivation.
Before Xingkong left, he stole five Great Return Pills from the alchemy room, which almost cost the life of the Shaolin Temple.
You must know that the refining of the Great Return Pill is not simple. A hundred years of life and a thousand years of snow lotus are the most common medicinal materials in it.
A furnace of Dahuan Dan can only produce two or three pills, and the medicinal materials alone will consume over 100 million.
Five Great Return Pills were stolen, and the distressed Master Wet Dream stayed up all night and almost suffered a heart attack.
The most direct change was that early the next morning, Wang Xu and the other monks were told that they did not need to practice martial arts today. One by one, they all had to go down the mountain to capture Xing Kong to make up for the lack of manpower in the Discipline Academy.
"Xingkong has committed serious crimes and must be brought back to Shaolin. You two should work together, led by a senior brother, and go down the mountain immediately to look for Xingkong."
Zen Master Faquan gathered the monks and began to issue tasks.
More than 300 monks are divided into 100 groups, each group has three people, led by a master-level or senior brother close to the master.
Wang Xu is also one of the three hundred groups. He is not responsible for searching around, but leads Xing Nan and Xing Mu to Pengcheng to take charge.
Pengcheng is located on the east coast of the Pearl River Delta, facing Hong Kong Island in the distance. This was Xing Kong’s hometown before he became a monk.
Xingkong rebelled against the temple this time and most likely wanted to go home for a visit. As long as he dared to go back, he would not be able to run away again.
"The reason you went to Pengcheng this time is to protect Xing Kong's hometown. As long as he dares to go home, he will be arrested and returned to the temple immediately. There are three parts of the ultimatum here, as well as some money for tickets. The three of you should keep the money and belongings.
, go down the mountain immediately."
Zen Master Faquan brought a package and gave it to Wang Xu, who was in charge of leading the team.
Wang Xu took the package and looked at it. There were only five hundred yuan, three certificates, and a blank photo, but there was nothing else.
After looking at the contents of the package, Wang Xu frowned slightly and asked: "Uncle Master, Pengcheng is a thousand miles away from Shaolin. The three of us go out and only bring five hundred yuan. Isn't it enough?"
"Why is it not enough? I bought a round-trip train ticket for more than 200 yuan, and there is still more than 500 yuan for a round-trip ticket." Zen Master Faquan looked matter-of-factly and waved to Wang Xu and the others to leave quickly.
Wang Xu was still a little hesitant and asked: "Uncle, you can't calculate it like this. The train ticket is enough, but what about eating on the way? We can't be allowed to pay for it ourselves, right?"
"It's easy!"
Zen Master Faquan took out a red alms bowl from his sleeve and pointed out: "We are monks, how can we spend money to eat? The three of you put these things away. Whether you are hungry or not depends on it."
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After saying this, Zen Master Faquan left, leaving only Wang Xu and the three of them looking at each other.
Xingnan became a monk at a young age and became a monk at the age of six. He looked at the alms bowl and said, "Junior brother, we are monks. There is no shame in begging for food."
"Yes, it's normal for monks to beg for food. There will be kind people who will give us something to eat."
The allusion of Qian Nayi.
That is to say, Wang Xu became a monk halfway and felt that begging was a bit embarrassing. Neither Xingnan nor the other two felt the same way. Instead, they happily wanted to imitate the eminent monks.
"It's better for you to beg for food. I'd rather give money and sell it!" Wang Xu threw the alms bowl to Xingnan, glanced at the Buddhist temple behind him, shook his head and went down the mountain helplessly.
From the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, take a tourist bus to Zheng City, and then take a train from Zheng City to Pengcheng.
Wang Xu sat on the train, squinting and saying nothing.
In fact, when he saw Xing Kong's photo, he discovered that Xing Kong, who stole the pill and rebelled against the temple, was Tang Niu in the world of the God of Cookery.
In the movie God of Cookery, there is no mention of Da Huan Dan. At the beginning of the plot, Xing Kong has already turned into Tang Niu, stealing the title of God of Cookery from Stephen Zhou with his superb cooking skills.
Judging from the plot of the movie, Tang Niu should not have been captured by the Shaolin Temple, but instead crossed the sea to Hong Kong Island.
Wang Xu couldn't help but think about how Tang Niu did it. You must know that the Shaolin Temple searched for him with great efforts. With the energy of the Shaolin Temple, how could it be possible for him to leave unscathed.
"Lingling, I am in carriage No. 11, seat No. 41, are you next to me?"
"Yes, I am seat 42, we can sit together."
A gust of fragrant wind blew, and Wang Xu opened his eyes slightly and found two girls with backpacks sitting opposite them.
Wang Xu looked up, and the two girls also looked up.
When they saw the monk sitting opposite them, the two girls' eyes became a little more playful, and they quietly said playfully: "Wenwen, do you think they are monks?"
"That's right. Maybe he's a master. Do you want them to consecrate it for you?"
"Bah, what's the matter with consecration? Stripping it off is more like it."
The two girls lowered their voices and sat together to fight with each other.
The snow-white long legs, the faint fragrance, and the pink couple's shirt with two big eyes printed on the chest, all silently tell the vitality of youth.
Wang Xu looked back at Xingnan and found that Xingnan had been stunned for a long time, staring blankly at the other person's chest.
"Ahem, their clothes are so beautiful!" Noticing Wang Xu's gaze, Xingnan turned away with a blushing face and said something insincere.
The two girls sitting opposite laughed when they heard this. One of them, the more lively one, deliberately rubbed her companion's chest with her elbow and looked at the troubled expression in a playful manner.
In an instant, he saw those big eyes trembling, and he swallowed hard.
Then he noticed the playful look on the girl's face, and his ears suddenly turned red. He lowered his head and quickly recited Amitabha.
After glancing at the two girls, Wang Xu frowned slightly, twirled the beads in his hand, and said softly: "I heard that at that time the Buddha was in the country of Savatthi, with only one tree in the Solitude Garden, and a group of great monks, a total of one thousand two hundred and fifty people.