"Senior brother, are you going to carry water from the back mountain?"
On the hillside of Wuru Peak, in the Shaolin Temple, a group of lay disciples got up early and held morning classes. Summit 23S.
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Even lay disciples have the same daily routine as monks who have been ordained or ordained.
Eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, and practicing martial arts to strengthen the body are the same even for monks with different responsibilities in different monasteries.
The difference between lay disciples is that in addition to martial arts practice, there is also heavy physical work every day.
Ordinary people think that if you enter a large sect, you will be exposed to top-level martial arts and will definitely become a great master, but this is not the case.
If you want to gain something, you must give something!
As the saying goes, if there is a cause, there will be a result. If you sow melons, you will reap melons and beans!
Due to their different status, lay disciples not only have various kinds of work to do, but also need to complete various tasks and obtain good deeds or merits.
When the good deeds have been accumulated to a certain level, they will have to go through many tests before being allowed to practice Shao Xue!
This process is often extremely long, especially for advanced skills that require a large amount of good deeds to redeem, and may not pass the test.
One can imagine how difficult it is!
"Are these bald donkeys serious about playing with me?"
In just three days, Wu Ming had found out everything about the lay disciples, and he couldn't help but feel angry.
As far as he knew, there were not many lay disciples who had obtained the Yi Jin Sutra and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra, but only a handful of them had been able to do so for hundreds of years!
Just thinking about the number of lay disciples over the past hundreds of years and the pitiful probability represented by that huge base made his scalp numb.
It's not that he doesn't have the perseverance to complete the mission of Shaolin Temple and obtain enough good deeds to redeem the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra", but it's that the time is too long and unbearable!
By the time I get the true scripture, the day lilies are already cold!
Bang!
Just when Wu Ming was distracted and thinking about something, a sudden strong force hit him, causing him to stagger to the side.
"Sorry, I just got distracted..."
Wu Ming subconsciously thought it was his responsibility and quickly apologized.
"Eh!"
But in an instant, the man let out a soft cry, and the strong wind that followed made his heart tremble, and he was kicked out before he could react.
With a muffled bang, Wu Ming rolled to the ground heavily, knocking down a piece of vegetation.
"Hmph, don't you wear your eyes when you walk? Show your skills!"
The man snorted coldly and walked away.
"Ahem!"
Wu Ming glanced at the direction the man was leaving, patted his clothes as if there was no one around, and walked towards the meditation room.
"Hiss! You really can't be careless. I didn't expect that in the Shaolin Temple, there would be people who dared to attack indiscriminately!"
After opening his clothes, he saw a huge purple-red footprint just under his armpit. His ribs were in constant pain. Wu Ming endured the severe pain and applied a patch of golden sore medicine.
Firstly, the man took action too suddenly, and secondly, he was careless and always thought that Shaolin Temple was a safe place.
Otherwise, with his fighting instinct, even if he is not an opponent, he will not be injured like this!
"Who is targeting me deliberately?"
Wu Ming thought about it and couldn't think of a reason.
But one thing is for sure, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there may be something that makes people dissatisfied, so they are deliberately suppressed!
It’s not that he’s being careless, it’s the fact!
If he didn't do it intentionally, how could he hurt someone in the corner?
The place where he stayed before was relatively remote and there were not many pedestrians. He was thinking about something and might bump into someone while distracted. But if the other person was also distracted, the probability was too low!
Therefore, this is not a coincidence, but a necessity!
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At lunch time, Wu Ming did not eat rice marrow pills in a unique way, but went to the cafeteria to have a vegetarian meal like ordinary lay disciples.
Different from the silence of the inner Shaolin cafeteria, the cafeteria here seems extremely lively, just like the company cafeteria in the previous life, noisy and chatting.
And this is one of the best places for Wu Ming to search for information!
"Junior Brother Wuming, sit over here!"
Not far away, a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old waved to him.
"Zhidai"
Wu Ming's eyes lit up, he walked over with a smile and sat across from him.
Although he has only been here for a few days, he has already become familiar with his peers, and this Zhidai is quite talkative. He has been here for several years and is extremely well-informed.
Most of my understanding of lay disciples comes from him!
"Nameless? What kind of Dharma name is this?"
A fat young man next to him was puzzled.
"It's just a title. I wonder what you call me, senior brother?"
Wu Ming smiled.
"Junior Brother Wuming, you are not kind. I have never heard you call me Senior Brother. Why did you call me Senior Brother Zhikai the first time you met him?"
Zhidai muttered dissatisfiedly.
"Haha, who gave your kid a baby face to look young?"
Zhikai teased.
"hehe!"
Wu Ming smiled knowingly, his eyes flashed suddenly, he winked at Zhidai, pointed his chin in a direction, and whispered, "Who is that person?"
"Who? Oh, him. He is one of the top 100 masters among the lay disciples in the outer courtyard. His name is Zhi Jing. His lay name is Lin, and his name is Lin Jingtai."
Zhidai was worthy of being called the know-it-all among the lay disciples in the outer courtyard. After one glance, he recognized the burly young man of seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Lin Jingtai!"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at it silently.
Although he was kicked away in the morning, he still recognized at a glance that it was this person who attacked him.
And since his surname is Lin, he can’t help but be suspicious!
"Junior brother, don't mess with him!"
Zhikai's fat face looked naive, but in fact he was as intelligent as Huineng. He could vaguely see that something was wrong with Wu Ming's expression.
"What? Does he have any other background?"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and asked casually.
"The origin of this person is not very mysterious. He is a member of the Lin family of Yingchuan, but his mentor is said to be an eminent monk of the Hui generation in the inner courtyard!"
The two exchanged glances, and Zhidai said softly.
The so-called relying teacher is the person who leads the way before becoming a monk. It is similar to the relationship between a guest teacher and a disciple. Although he is not a mentor, he is already very close in China where the concept of master and disciple is very deep!
The division between the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard of Shaolin is like a natural chasm, which makes it easier for the lay disciples of the outer courtyard to provoke disciples with such status!
If Wu Ming hadn't brought a cat with him and saluted him, and the teacher in the temple didn't take it away, and he was very chatty, Zhidai wouldn't have become familiar with him so quickly.
After just a few days of insinuations, I still couldn't figure out Wu Ming's origins or who the Yishi Master was, and how he had such great power.
Of course, it’s a good thing I didn’t find out, otherwise I would have been so frightened!
To be honest, Wu Ming did not have a guru, but the mysterious blind monk who chanted sutras for him was half a guru!
Looking at the lay disciples of Shaolin throughout the ages, no one has been treated like this!
"It seems that their identities are not simple, otherwise they would not take Lin Jingtai's family background seriously!
However, it comes from the Yingchuan Lin family, which is interesting!"
Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly and he thought to himself.
When he first arrived in China, Lin Kang, who had great murderous intentions towards him, was from the Yingchuan Lin family!
Until now, he has not seen through the deep hatred between the Lin family and the Wu family, and they want to kill him!
"Junior brother, eat, eat, eat, today's fasting meal is a big supplement!"
Seeing that he was silent, he thought Wu Ming was shocked by Lin Jingtai's life experience, so he immediately started eating and drinking.
Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, Wu Ming stood up and walked over.
"Hey, since you are from a big family, you have to go and say hello!"
Wu Ming smiled happily, showing a look that wanted to please, which made the two of them frown, and the disappointment in their eyes flashed away.
Seeing that he had already stood up, the two of them didn't know what to say. They sighed and ate hard, as if they wanted to swallow all the suffocation!
"ah!"
But before they had eaten a few mouthfuls, they heard a shrill scream, which scared the two of them so much that they trembled and almost didn't choke to death.
When I looked back, I saw Wu Ming standing next to Lin Jingtai, smiling happily and patting his shoulder, as close as an old friend!
But when they saw Lin Jingtai's left hand being nailed to the table by a chopstick, his nose was deeply dented, and his face was covered in blood, and Wu Ming was slowly making gestures with half a chopstick in front of his eyes, the two of them simply couldn't believe it!
Anyone who wants to enter Shaolin, even to become a lay disciple, has to endure a lot of hardships.
Even so, he was still trembling with fear, fearing that he would make a wrong step, cause trouble for no reason, and be kicked out of the temple.
Who would have thought that someone would dare to commit murder and hurt people in full view of the public, and do so with such ruthless methods!
"What are you doing? Still not letting go of Senior Brother Zhijing?"
"Shameless rat, what's the point of sneak attack? If you have the guts, let go of Senior Brother Zhijing and challenge him in a one-on-one fight!"
"Damn it, you have blatantly violated the temple rules, and you will be deprived of your cultivation and expelled from the temple!"
The brothers who were familiar with Lin Jingtai were scolded one by one and dared not come forward.
"Tell me, who asked you to do it?"
Wu Ming held half of the chopsticks and scratched Lin Jingtai's eyelids with the tip, turning a deaf ear to everyone's shouts and curses.
"You... aren't you afraid of having your cultivation level revoked and expelled from the temple?"
Lin Jingtai's face was extremely ugly, and his eyes were full of shock and anger, but he was not worried that his life would be in danger.
This is a dignified Shaolin lay Buddhist temple. If a disciple dies here, it would be a big joke and we cannot afford to be embarrassed!
"It seems that you still have a sense of luck! Believe it or not, even if I kill you, nothing will happen to you?"
The corners of Wu Ming's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an evil smile. He took out a chopstick-thick and finger-length object from his arms, connected to a hemp rope-like thing, and inserted it into Lin Jingtai's ear!
"You...what do you want to do? I'm not scared!"
Lin Jingtai only felt an itch in his cochlea, but he didn't realize there was any danger, so he stumbled.
"Haha, are you scared? We'll see what happens soon!"
Wu Ming smiled evilly and gently twisted the hemp rope.
laugh!
The sparks flashed, and the small golden-red sparks moved toward the thing. After burning, a burst of green smoke popped out.
Snap!
Just when everyone thought he was making a fool of himself, there was a sudden, deafening sound.
"Ah, my ears!"
Look at Lin Jingtai again, howling miserably, covering his ears like crazy, and rolling to the ground.
"Who dares to use force in a secular Zen monastery?"
Just when everyone was at a loss, there was a loud shout outside the door, and four monks in gray were seen running towards them.
"Oh, it turns out the unlucky foursome!"
Seeing the visitor, Wu Ming showed a playful smile.