Chapter 1 Motivation

Chapter 1 Motivation

The blue sky for thousands of miles is as clear as a wash, the blue is pure and clear, and there is not a single white cloud in sight.

What a nice weather... When Meng Qi opened his eyes, he saw such a beautiful scene. He suddenly felt like he was waking up from a big dream, and the bed was soft and hard to leave.

As soon as he sighed in his heart, Meng Qi felt his body being shaken violently, and a quick and nervous male voice came from his ears: "Second Young Master, are you awake?"

Master? Meng Qi subconsciously turned around and saw a nervous middle-aged man. He had an extremely eye-catching horse face and five long goatee-like beards. But that was not the point. The point was He has a scarf on his head and a wide shirt with big sleeves.

What's going on?

"Second Young Master, are you okay?" The middle-aged man stroked Meng Qi's body up and down. He was so frightened that he thought he had encountered a lewd maniac. He hurriedly turned over and sat up, shrinking back, but the other man's hands were like A pair of iron pliers made his struggle useless, and he felt a warm current flowing through his body, dispelling all discomfort, as warm as soaking in a hot spring.

Seeing Meng Qi stand up, the middle-aged man nodded slightly and said, "It should be fine."

After he made his own judgment, he asked Meng Qi uneasily: "Second Young Master, where else are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The concern is beyond words.

Meng Qi didn't understand the situation he was in at all. His brain seemed to be a ball of mush, and he said numbly: "No."

The expression of the horse-faced man suddenly relaxed, and then he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Second Young Master, the Marquis also has no choice. It is better to be in the temple than at home. Don't you think about it, hey, although the ancient Qingdeng here is Buddha, you are far away from the world of mortals, but Shaolin is the world's largest martial arts master. I don't think you will have the opportunity to condense into the golden body of Arhat in the future, dominate the world, and transcend the sea of ​​suffering in the world. Moreover, you are destined to be a Buddha, and an unknown old monk will give you a jade Buddha pendant. …”

At this point, he seemed to feel that such a possibility was too slim, and he felt ashamed. His voice gradually became lower, and after a few squirms, he changed his words: "Even if it is difficult to achieve a golden body, Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills are also called the Yimen Gate." It’s amazing. If you could learn a few skills, you would be able to travel freely in the world and enjoy grudges and grudges. Wouldn’t it be great..."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, like a mosquito. In the end, he simply raised his left hand, covered his face, turned around and left, leaving only a long sigh like smoke.

Watching the horse-faced man's back disappear into the dense forest in a few seconds, Meng Qi, who was confused by his nagging words, just wanted to ask:

"Uncle, who are you?"

It’s simply baffling!

At this time, Meng Qi realized that he was no longer in a familiar place, but in an extremely strange environment.

A place similar to ancient my country!

I just stayed up late and watched the World Cup. Is that all? Time traveled as soon as you woke up?

Meng Qi didn't doubt who was playing this prank, nor did he think it was in a costume shooting studio, because when the horse-faced man hid his face and walked away just now, although his steps were messy and hasty, as if there was an evil ghost behind him, he was so fast. Fast, like a frightened horse, absolutely impossible for ordinary people!

"At first glance, he is a martial arts master!" Meng Qi "judged" based on his experience in novels and TV shows.

"Namo Amitabha, follow me into the temple." Just when Meng Qi's thoughts began to become active, a deep Buddha's call suddenly sounded from behind, scaring him so much that he almost screamed.

When has there ever been someone behind me?

I didn't feel anything at all!

After turning his head and almost breaking his neck, Meng Qi saw a monk in yellow-brown monk's robes. He was extremely tall, but as thin as a bamboo pole. His facial features were unremarkable, but his eyes held a lingering look. He is depressed, which makes it difficult to judge his age. He can be in his forties or fifties, and he is certainly in his early thirties.

Seeing that Meng Qi noticed him, the monk in yellow didn't say anything more. He signaled with his eyes, turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the temple.

With yellow walls, black tiles, and dark red doors, the front of this temple is no different from the temple Meng Qi once visited, except that it is much larger and wider.

What shocked Meng Qi was that above the gate, there was a gilt horizontal plaque with three large characters similar to regular script:

"Shaolin Temple"!

It’s actually the “Shaolin Temple”!

The characters here are similar to ancient regular script characters but slightly different!

When he first came to a strange and strange place, Meng Qi didn't dare to ask questions. He held back his surprise and confusion and followed the monk in yellow closely.

It was only then that Meng Qi realized that he had short hands and feet. After looking at it carefully, he didn't know whether to be happy or worried and thought: "An alternative 'rejuvenation'..."

Judging from the size of the palms, the whiteness of the hands, and the jade pendant worn on the waist, this body is probably under fourteen years old, and it is pampered.

"I wonder what this body looks like. Only good-looking people have youth..."

"In the Shaolin Temple, the ancient Buddha with green lanterns, what else does youth need?"

"I don't know if I can refuse to enter the temple, but with my small body now, I can't survive without Shaolin. This is a world of martial arts. I wonder if there are demons and monsters... Hey, in many ancient records, those wealthy families It has become common for rich families to breed prostitutes..."

"According to the horse-faced uncle, even if this Shaolin is not that Shaolin, it is still a master of martial arts. It also has seventy-two unique skills. I don't know if there is a "Yi Jin Jing"..."

"I used to imagine that I would become a great hero and enjoy revenge. Now I have hope, but why am I still unhappy? Computers, mobile phones, the Internet, and my family..."

"It seems good to learn some martial arts. Um, what is the Arhat's Golden Body?"

Meng Qi seemed to be following the yellow-robed monk calmly, passing the gray-robed monks and yellow-robed monks one by one, but no one knew that his mind was full of messy thoughts and he couldn't stop at all.

No matter how erratic his thoughts were, Meng Qi could only face reality in the end. Given his age and the abandoned status of his body, he could only concentrate on learning martial arts in Shaolin Temple for a while.

"I wonder if I can return to secular life with my skills in the future? I can give up drinking, but I can't give up meat!" Meng Qi felt that he was really "far-sighted". He took one step and looked a hundred steps ahead, and had already begun to think about what to do after he finished learning.

Along the way, the yellow-robed monk did not pass through the hall where the Buddha statues were enshrined, but went around from both sides. After passing through several courtyards, he pushed open the door of a hall for the first time.

The door creaked open, and Meng Qi looked far away and found dozens of children under the age of fifteen. The youngest was estimated to be only eight or nine years old. They sat cross-legged on the cushions, focusing their eyes on a wide-faced and big-eared monk at the top. The monk also wore yellow clothes, had a serious expression, and held a ruler in his hand.

"Namo Amitabha, Brother Xuanzang, what are you doing here?" The monk with a broad face and big ears has a deep voice.

Tsk, I can sing beautifully now. The more nervous Meng Qi was, the more he couldn't help but think about it. At the same time, he knew that the monk who brought him to the temple was called Xuanzang.

Xuanzang chanted the Buddha's name and said, "Brother Xuanku, this is the child I mentioned before."

He was frank and didn't mean to tell him privately. The only drawback was that his voice was dry and unpleasant, which was very different from Xuanku.

Xuanku glanced at Meng Qi and said without a smile, "Come one by one."

Meng Qi looked at him in confusion, and Xuanzang beside him pointed to an empty cushion and said, "Wait for inquiry."

"Yes." Meng Qi had worked for several years, so he could still understand this situation, so he quickly learned to sit cross-legged on the cushion like other children.

Xuan Ku didn't look at Meng Qi again. Holding the ruler in his hand, he asked a child: "What is your secular name? Why did you enter Shaolin?"

The child was probably in his early teens, with red lips and white teeth, and a handsome appearance, but his expression was a bit dull: "My name is Fang Aqi. Because I couldn't get enough food, I was sold to a monk."

Puff, several children laughed out loud. They were all the older ones. Fang Aqi's answer was simply scolding a bald donkey in front of the monk! It seems that he has a problem with his brain.

Xuan Ku frowned and said with a slightly dark face: "Don't use your secular name in the future. Your Dharma name is "Zhenhui". Enter the errand house."

The slight inhalation sound came from the mouths of several older and sensible children. Their expressions told Meng Qi that this errand house didn't seem to be a good place.

"Fang Aqi is Zhenhui, Zhenhui is Fang Aqi..." Fang Aqi, who was already "Zhenhui", chanted in a low voice.

Xuan Ku looked away and cast his eyes on a relatively older child: "What is your secular name? Why did you enter Shaolin?"

The child should be thirteen or fourteen years old. His expression was a little nervous, but he still answered fluently: "Reporting to the master, my disciple's surname is Liu and my name is Zhi. Because my family admires Buddhism and respects martial arts, I was sent to Shaolin."

They are children who have been selected, and their roots are pretty good.

Xuan Ku nodded slightly: "It's quite frank. If you only say that you admire Buddhism, then you will be sent to the errand yard. From today on, your Dharma name is "Zhen De" and you will enter the "Martial Monk Hall."

"Thank you, Uncle Xuan Ku." Zhen De put his hands together and said.

According to what he knew, once you have a Dharma name, according to the order of "empty mind without Xuan Zhen, pure and deep wisdom", before you have a formal master, you can also directly call Xuan Ku "Uncle".

Xuan Ku did not nod for his cleverness, and directly skipped him and began to ask other children.

Zhen De's heart sank. It seems that Uncle Xuan Ku is just as rumored. He is very upright and cannot be moved by flattery.

In response to Xuan Ku's inquiry, Meng Qi initially had a leisurely attitude of watching the fun and getting information, but suddenly, his expression froze.

"What's my name?"

"What's the name of this body?"

Meng Qi racked his brains, scratched his head, but still couldn't remember the name of this body. He didn't even inherit a single memory!

"It's impossible to just say Meng Qi, Xuan Zang is still watching!"

"He must know the origin and name of this body!"

"We have to think of a way to bluff him!"

In front of Xuan Ku, who seemed very strict and serious, Meng Qi didn't dare to say much, didn't dare to secretly ask Xuan Zang about his words, didn't dare to pretend to have lost his memory, and could only silently think of other ways to avoid exposing the fact that he had traveled through time. There seemed to be real Arhats here!

"What is your secular name? Why did you enter my Shaolin?" Before Meng Qi could come up with a good idea, Xuan Ku had already stood in front of him with a ruler in his hand.

Meng Qi opened his mouth, and suddenly a light bulb went off in his head, blurting out: "Since I entered Shaolin, I have forgotten my secular name."

After answering, Meng Qi secretly applauded himself, it was so witty and so true to the true meaning of Buddhism!

Xuan Ku looked at Meng Qi carefully, gently shook the ruler in his hand twice, and did not ask the answer to the latter question, but directly said sternly:

"You are too scheming, so you will be sent to the menial service courtyard, and your Buddhist name is 'Zhen Ding'."