Seeing a yellow-robed monk standing in a corner of the courtyard, Wu Ming muttered secretly. Top 23S.
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That man had a slender face and looked to be in his thirties or forties. He was Hui Xing!
Moreover, there were so many monks coming and going, it was as if he didn't exist.
"Donor, please stay!"
Before I could think clearly, Hui Xing's voice came to my ears.
"Keep your sister here, be prepared for Bald Donkey to come to your door!"
Although he was discovered, Wu Ming pretended not to hear and walked straight towards the target.
The corner of Hui Xing's mouth twitched slightly, but for some unknown reason, he didn't stop him and just stood in the courtyard waiting.
"Senior Brother Zhichuan, I'm here for the first time. I heard that Senior Brother treats others generously, so I have something special to ask for!"
Wu Ming glanced at a gap, squeezed forward, and stuffed a jade bottle into his face with a smile on his face.
"It turns out that I'm the new junior fellow disciple from the lay family. It's easy to talk to!"
When Zhijuan saw that he was wearing a monk's robe, he turned around impatiently, his little eyes lit up, and he stuffed the jade bottle into his sleeve without leaving a trace, and pulled it aside with a smile on his face.
Such a new disciple is most welcome!
"To be honest, senior brother, I have been practicing "The Golden Bell" since I was a child, but there are many things that I don't understand about the original kunai.
I heard that in the Zhike Courtyard, you can use alms in exchange for secret scriptures of martial arts, and I hope Senior Brother Zhichuan can give me some advice!"
Wu Ming whispered.
"Amitabha, giving is giving, it is worshiping the Buddha sincerely. How can we exchange it? What? The original copy of "The Golden Bell"?"
Zhichuan was originally weighing the jade bottle, guessing what good things were inside, but when he heard this, his fat face immediately turned into a stern face. At the end of the sentence, his fat body started to tremble, and a look of surprise appeared in his small eyes.
"Exactly!"
Wu Mingdao.
"Junior brother, I see that you are still in the body refining stage. You have cultivated the "Golden Bell Cover" to the highest level, which is enough for even an artistic conception warrior to use.
You should learn martial arts step by step, don’t rush into it, you are so ambitious!”
Zhihuan said with an expression that was good for you.
"What the senior brother taught me is that the "Golden Bell" that I have learned is quite incomplete. I'm afraid there are many mistakes and omissions. I just want to see the original version as soon as possible so that I can sort out the difficult points. I hope senior brother will make it possible."
Wu Ming took out another jade bottle and handed it over.
"High-quality Rice Marrow Pill!"
This time, Zhi Chuan uncorked the bottle and took a look. He immediately showed an intoxicated look. He rolled his eyes and said with a philistine expression, "Junior brother, it is rare to have a desire to pursue martial arts. Senior brother, I admire you greatly. But there are regulations in the temple that the secrets cannot be authenticated easily.
It is rumored that even exchanging charity for good deeds not only consumes a lot of money, but also requires many layers of tests before the true book can be given."
"To be honest with you, senior brother, my family is quite wealthy. How much you give is not a problem. Moreover, I believe that senior brother will have a way!"
Wu Ming handed over another jade bottle and said.
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
Zhichuan was dazzled by the fragrance of Mi Mian Dan. He put it into his sleeves happily, looked around, and led Wu Ming into the back hall.
"You bastard, you dare to openly violate the temple rules. Not only are you greedy, but you also want to pass on the original secrets of the temple!"
No one noticed that Hui Xing's face was ashen outside the Zhike Courtyard.
I originally heard that discipline in the outer courtyard was lax, and I thought it was exaggerated due to rumors, but I never thought it would be like this!
"With my personality, if I interrupt you now, something might happen. Anyway, after the matter is over, I will punish these disciples who have corrupted the temple rules. This trend will never last long!"
Just when he thought about the reason, Hui Xing showed hesitation. He hesitated for a while, but he didn't go in to stop him. He pinched his nose and admitted.
There are Buddhist restrictions in the backyard, so even with his level of cultivation, he cannot peek at it at will. He can only recite the scriptures silently, suppress his irritability, and wait silently!
…
"One hundred thousand catties of white corn?"
Even though he was prepared to open his mouth and blackmail the person who was wronged in front of him, Zhichuan was also stunned by Wu Ming's generosity.
In his greed, he never thought that Wu Ming, who was practicing body training, could actually use the treasure storage treasure.
His small eyes, already wide open, were filled with heavy wooden boxes with talismans attached to them all over the yard.
I picked a wooden box and opened it. It was full of pearl-like white corn, exuding a warm rice fragrance, which was refreshing!
"Senior brother, are you still satisfied?"
Wu Ming smiled unexpectedly and handed over another jade box.
"Dragon tooth rice!"
Zhihuan stuffed it into the bag with lightning speed, his fat body trembled with ripples, and he swallowed his saliva.
"I got the "Golden Bell", and all that's left is the "Marrow Cleansing Sutra". Huh, I bought this, and I don't owe the Shaolin Temple anything."
Zhijuan, whose eyes were covered by the treasure, did not notice the flash of coldness in Wu Ming's eyes at all.
"Junior brother's devotion to the Buddha is extremely valuable! I will give you the original copy of "The Golden Bell"."
Zhichuan returned Wu Ming's certificate, put his fat hands in his waistband with a slightly trembling hand, and took out a thin booklet.
"Newly written?"
Wu Ming raised his eyebrows.
"Junior brother, please don't think it is fake. This is the original text that I personally wrote with great effort.
Moreover, it contains my own experience and understanding. I had already broken through the ninth level a few years ago."
Zhi Chuan couldn't hide the look of lust on his fat face.
"Senior brother has extraordinary qualifications and profound cultivation. I admire him!"
Wu Ming's face was filled with joy. When he took the book in his hand, he realized that a thick metallic texture reached his fingertips, and it was extremely heavy, weighing hundreds of kilograms.
"Junior brother, there are a few more things I want to tell you!"
Seeing him putting away the booklet, Zhi Chuan showed a rare look of solemnity on his fat face.
"Senior brother, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it. I'm all ears!"
Wu Ming's eyes flashed slightly.
"Firstly, you are a lay disciple with a clean origin, so I am willing to pass on the original text to you. Outsiders will not even think about it even if they are given a million kilograms of dragon tooth rice. Secondly, this skill must not be passed on to others when I teach it to you. You need to
I swear, even if the elders in the temple find out, I will not be involved!"
Zhihuan said solemnly.
"Senior brother, don't worry, I will never tell anyone about "The Golden Bell" secretly, otherwise I will die badly!"
Wu Ming's face straightened and he swore immediately, but secretly sighed in his heart.
With his intelligence, how could he not know that Zhihuan actually planned to swallow this batch of white corn on his own!
It seems that everyone has selfish motives!
"Okay, junior brother is also a sensible person. If you come to Zhiguyuan in the future, you can ask me for help. If nothing else, I can handle some easy tasks!"
Zhihuan's face relaxed.
Buddhism pays attention to cause and effect, and attaches great importance to the theory of oaths. Although I don't believe it completely, it is related to the true secret of Shaolin's secrets, so I would be stupid to shout about it everywhere.
Moreover, with a senior brother like him who provides convenience, I believe Wu Ming will not be stupid enough to offend him. For him, Wu Ming is also a big customer.
Mutual benefit, everyone is happy!
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
Wu Ming also didn't expect that the original copy of "The Golden Bell" could be obtained so easily.
In fact, as Zhihuan said, if he had not been of a clean family background and was a lay disciple, he would not dare to spread the word easily even if he had a hundred courages.
In addition, money and silk are attractive to people's hearts. Who would be so rigid that they would embarrass themselves?
What Zhi Chuan didn't expect was that Wu Ming's net worth was innocent, but the process of becoming a lay disciple was so strange!
…
Things went extremely smoothly. Not long after, Zhi Chuan sent Wu Ming to the front yard. Both of them looked familiar with smiling faces. People who didn't know about it would have thought that something special and indescribable had happened!
“I don’t know why I want to bring Master Hui Xing to visit you?”
Seeing that Hui Xing was still in the courtyard, Wu Ming thought for a moment and walked over with a smile on his face.
"Donor Wu!"
There is a complex color in Hui Xing's eyes.
Even though Wu Ming was ordained and became a lay disciple, his words and deeds did not reveal the slightest sense of belonging.
So, now, he doesn't know how to call Wu Ming, so he can only continue as usual!
"Master, what are your instructions? I'm all ears!"
Wu Ming's heart thumped, his expression remained unchanged, and he muttered secretly, "Something's wrong, this great monk's cultivation is unfathomable, and he won't show any emotional fluctuations easily. Could it be that Lin Jingtai's affairs are not over yet? Otherwise, he wouldn't be waiting here.
We can talk about it back to the monastery."
"You hurt people in the temple. Although you had a reason, your method was too cruel and went against the compassionate way of our Buddha.
But now, you are already a lay disciple, and the Discipline Academy asks the poor monk to hold the five-mind Dharma post and punish you."
Huixing recited the sutra silently, suppressed distracting thoughts, and took a gentle breath.
"What is the Five Thoughts Dharma Poster?"
Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, suppressed his smile, and said calmly.
"The five thoughts are the five senses, but they are different from the ordinary five senses. They block the five senses of your physical body and suppress the mind. This dharma post will not cause any harm to you, but..."
Hui Xing's heart was shaken and his expression did not change.
"It's just that after the Dharma attachment is added to my body, I can't have any distracting thoughts and focus on eating fast and chanting Buddha's name, and my strength will not be able to exert one-tenth, right?"
Wu Ming said indifferently.
"Amitabha, the donor is extremely smart!"
Hui Xing lowered his eyes slightly and said.
"In this case, wouldn't I be reduced to a mere fish and be slaughtered by others?"
There was anger in Wu Ming's eyes and he said in a deep voice.
"Donor, you are too worried. No one in Shaolin Temple will hurt you."
How could Hui Xing not see that Wu Ming was angry? He smiled bitterly.
"Haha, I even maimed Lin Jingtai before!"
Wu Ming mocked.
"This is also the reason why you have the Five Thoughts Dharma attached to your body."
Hui Xing's expression was stagnant, and he was cursing in his heart. Who would dare to do this except you, who is lawless?
"It seems that I can't stay in Shaolin Temple any longer!"
Wu Ming sighed, bowed his head and bowed his hands.
"This... is not the case! I, the poor monk, will go back and discuss it with the brothers and masters of the Discipline Academy."
Hui Xing was so embarrassed that he didn't expect Wu Ming to be so rebellious and ready to leave.
I had shaved my hair before, but I never saw it to this extent!
As everyone knows, Wu Ming attaches great importance to his own safety. How can he let the other party entrust his own safety to him with empty words?
Just when I think about his actions, I can't help but wonder whether it is a strategy of retreating to advance?
"Forget it, I also know that my words and deeds are very rude. It's not that Shaolin Temple can't tolerate me, but that my actions really don't comply with the temple rules.
On the occasion of parting, I am deeply touched by this ten thousand-year-old Buddhist temple, so I should compose a poem to pay respect to the true Buddha!"
But to his surprise, Wu Ming seemed determined to leave.