Chapter 116: The poor monk has no precepts, please enlighten me
Under the lecture hall, the three thousand disciples never expected that Xuan Zheng would actually agree to the young monk's request, which sounded ridiculous.
"Isn't this nonsense?" Elder Xuyun below waved his sleeves and shouted loudly. If the expression on his face was not for Xuan Zheng's sake, he would have left the table angrily.
"Uncle Xuyun, my disciple hasn't had a good meal in a few days. It's not fair to compete on an empty stomach." Xuan Zheng looked at Xuyun and said in favor of the young monk.
"Eat, eat." Xuan Zheng said this, Xu Yun couldn't say anything, so he waved his hands helplessly, but he was still very worried in his heart. After all, even if the little monk eats more, he may not be able to
Being able to beat the young man in black next to Pang Liang, Xu Yun knew at a glance that the young man in black was capable of controlling the soul. Pang Liang was obviously very well prepared this time.
Xuan Zheng looked at Xu Yun and smiled lightly, turned around and clasped his hands, looked at the abbot and said, "I hope the abbot will ask someone to prepare some vegetarian food."
"Okay." The abbot agreed quickly, then turned around and ordered: "Jingming, go quickly and prepare a meal for your junior brother."
"Brother Jingming, I want to eat noodles." When the young monk heard this, he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"good."
Jingming nodded helplessly, then quickened his pace and ran outside the lecture hall.
The young monk looked at the monk below with a smile, while the monk above the square also looked at the young monk helplessly.
Everyone had been waiting in the square for almost half an hour. Jingming hurriedly ran to the little monk carrying a bucket of noodles. When the little monk saw the noodles, he quickly reached out and took the big bowl from Jingming's hand, and then looked at it.
He smiled at his master Xuan Zheng, and Xuan Zheng nodded slightly at the little monk. Under the gaze of so many people, the little monk began to eat the noodles with big mouthfuls. It looked like he had been eating noodles for several days.
It's normal to never eat.
Xuan Zheng looked at his apprentice with a smile. Pang Liang also had contempt on his face, but he didn't say anything and just watched quietly.
The little monk ate the noodles very quickly, basically a bowl of noodles in three or two times, and Jingming was in a hurry to prepare the noodles, so the noodles were just ordinary white water noodles without any seasonings, but the little monk still ate them.
He ate one bowl after another with gusto, completely ignoring the gazes of the monks below, holding a big bowl in his hand, sitting cross-legged on the floor, eating with great pleasure.
"This apprentice of Monk Xuanzheng is really good at eating." Pang Liang said after watching the young monk eat five or six bowls of noodles, unable to bear the impatience in his heart.
"It's a blessing to be able to eat." Xuan Zheng nodded slightly.
Pang Liang glanced at Xuan Zheng, said nothing, and then waited for the young monk to finish.
The little monk put down the rice bowl in his hand and reached for the noodles in the noodle bucket, but unfortunately there were not many noodles in the noodle bucket. He estimated that there was only enough noodles to pick out another bowl. The little monk was slightly disappointed.
He shook his head, but still picked out a bowl. Looking at the noodles in his bowl, the little monk sighed, then slowly stood up, walked to Xuan Zheng, looked at Xuan Zheng and said, "Master, eat."
"Are you full?" Xuan Zheng reached out to take the noodle bowl and asked with a smile.
"Half full." The young monk replied.
"Can we compete in martial arts?" Xuan Zheng asked again.
"Okay." The young monk replied.
"Okay, let's go." Xuan Zheng nodded.
"Yes." The little monk turned around and left.
"That's right." Xuan Zheng opened his mouth and shouted.
"Master, what else can you do?" The young monk turned around.
"Never hurt anyone."
"Know."
As soon as Xuan Zheng said this, the monks below started talking a lot, which was more like ridicule than discussion. After all, in their eyes, a fool like the young monk could still hurt others, and he would not be able to get out of bed for several days without being beaten.
That is the Buddha's blessing. Now everyone is not praying that the little monk can win today. They are praying that the little monk's loss today will not be too ugly.
The little monk walked alone towards the center of the lecture hall. All the monks in the field gave way to the little monk. The crowd automatically gave way to a main road. The little monk was wearing a monk's robe, clasped his hands, and took one step after another.
Walking on this road, completely ignoring other people's eyes.
"Abbot, Master Pang, it's time to start." Xuan Zheng said softly.
"Apprentice, go." Pang Liang ordered the young man in black next to him,
The young man in black nodded slightly, holding a sword in his hand, soared into the air, and instantly flew above the heads of the monks. The monks below looked at the young man in black in mid-air, and couldn't help but sigh: "At such a young age, he is actually...
In this state of soul control, given time, he will definitely surpass his master."
The young man in black was very fast. Even though he started later, he still reached the center of the square before the young monk. And looking at the young monk, he was still moving forward step by step, taking his time.
After the young man in black landed firmly, he held his shoulders and looked at the young monk who slowly walked out of the crowd.
After a while, the young monk finally walked up to the young man in black, and then bowed slightly to the young man in black, reciting the words Amitabha. The young man in black did not bother to hold his fists in return.
At this time, Elder Xuyun slowly walked up to the two middle-aged people, then cleared his throat and shouted loudly: "Since it is a competition, then we must click to the end, and we must not hurt people's lives. Do you two understand?"
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"clear."
The young monk and the young man in black answered at the same time.
When Elder Xuyun heard this, he turned slightly and looked at Xuan Zheng and Pang Liang on the stage. Xuan Zheng nodded to indicate that the competition could begin.
"Now that you both understand, let's get started."
Elder Xuyun shouted loudly, and then slowly retreated.
The young monk looked at the man in black in front of him, whispered Amitabha again, and then stretched out his hand to make a very funny posture. This posture was a bit like a white crane spreading its wings, but it was far less domineering than a white crane spreading its wings.
The young man in black and the monks on the side couldn't help but smile when they saw the young monk's posture. This was clearly not their Buddhist martial arts posture, and they didn't know where the young monk learned it from.
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"The poor monk's name is Wujie, please enlighten me!"
The little monk seemed to have changed into a different person, his voice was crisp and loud.
Wu Jie, this is the name given to the young monk by Xuan Zheng, but no one else has ever called it that, because the monks in Qingshan Temple feel that the young monk is not worthy of this name. After all, the Tathagata is the first ancient Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures.
The eldest disciple, the dharma name of the smiling Maha Kassapa is Wujie. Xuanzheng actually gave such a dharma name to the young monk in such a disrespectful manner. Is it possible that he is not afraid of being blamed by the Lord Buddha?
Perhaps it was precisely because of Buddha's blame that the young monk was so stupid.
The young monk himself felt that he was not worthy of this dharma title, so he did not call himself that. Over time, people forgot about the young monk's dharma title, but when he heard it again today, it seemed a little strange.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, except for Xuan Zheng, who faced south and whispered: "Amitabha."