Shaolin monk

Because he was too tired the day before, and studying the Buddhist scriptures took a lot of brainpower, Ling Duoduo fell asleep comfortably until the three idiots came to call for someone, and then he slowly got out of the quilt, he couldn't help sniffing and sighing in one breath.

Last night, a five-year-old child wet the bed. He only changed the quilt but did not change the mattress underneath. Because everyone was crowded to sleep on a big kang, even he could smell the weird urine Smell.

Ling Duoduo is not a cleanliness person, but he can't stand the dirty and messy living environment. Except when he went to the battlefield for interviews in his first life, he insisted on taking at least one bath a day.

Lay disciples not only cannot learn 72 unique skills, cannot enter the Sutra Pavilion, even the standard of living is second-class. Shaolin disciples who enter the house are all one person and one room. Ling Duoduo wants to hurry up and cut his braids to become a monk.

He followed a dozen children to finish running around the small building of the Buddha's heart, and then finished the horse stance. Because the three idiots were still not in good shape, and the wind and cold had not recovered, he let them disband freely, except for Shaolin. What are the other loves doing?

Ling Duoduo was the same as yesterday, avoiding everyone and taking a small path to go to the Sutra Pavilion. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Zhihui sweeping the floor with a broom.Because of cleaning three times a day and few people, the ground can be called spotless, but Zhihui still sweeps slowly, and every movement is done very seriously.

He didn't bother him, but at the door, he put his palms together on the back that Zhihui had left for him and performed the Buddha's ceremony, said "I have seen the master", then lightly touched the futon by the window sill and sat down, took out Wisdom gave him the "Four Elements of Entrance to Taoism" to read.

Ling Duoduo read the contents in a soft voice, then closed the book and memorized it again. Seeing that Zhihui didn't respond at all, he repeated what Zhihui had said to him yesterday.

Zhizhi talked about it for a long time yesterday. Ling Duoduo remembered most of it, but there were also some omissions. He is not a genius who can recite after reading it. On the way here in the morning, he thought for a long time about what he heard yesterday Now when I retell it, it just retains the general meaning.

Zhihui didn't turn around, and just finished sweeping the floor by herself. After he had explained the content roughly, she turned around, stared at him for a while, and said, "You just read this book, and you don't understand it. Sanwei, read it again."

It means that he didn't understand it deeply enough, but it was clearly explained to him by Zhihui. Unexpectedly, Master Zhihui still couldn't see it. Ling Duoduo felt that there must be something he didn't understand, so he asked cautiously : "This is what Uncle Zhizhi explained to his nephew, but is there something inappropriate?"

"This is the Buddha in Zhizhi's eyes, not yours." After Zhihui finished speaking, she ignored him, took out Buddhist scriptures from the bookshelf, and dried them in the sun to remove insects.

This is the truth. If Ling Duoduo realized something, he stopped talking and looked down at the Buddhist scriptures by himself. Fortunately, Zhizhi explained the general meaning to him yesterday, and at least he could understand it. He is now no more than A little insight.

He sat on the futon for two hours, until the bell for lunch in Shaolin rang, and he said loudly what he had thought all morning, and then saw that Zhihui seemed to be inaudible, so he could only sigh in his heart and leave After that, he left the Sutra Pavilion.

After lunch, Ling Duoduo took a nap for two incense sticks, and then went to the Plum Blossom Resort to practice hard boxing under the supervision of Master Wumei.

In addition to sitting in meditation, Mrs. Wumei also gave him some advice occasionally, and asked Ling Xiaoxiao, who was watching by the side, to study together.

But Ling Xiaoxiao didn't look very happy, and she didn't practice boxing seriously. As soon as Wumei left, she immediately went to grab her brother: "Brother, your palm is broken, don't practice anymore!"

Ling Duoduo opened his palm and took a look, then said with a smile, "It's okay, just a little injury." It was worn out when he hit the tree trunk, and he didn't intend to control his strength. The more times he practiced, the flesh would be worn down. Rotten.

Ling Xiaoxiao's eyes were red and she didn't make a sound, she took out a handkerchief and tied it up for him.

Ling Duoduo thought for a while, then took off the handkerchief, and said casually: "Xiao Xiao, don't wrap it, it won't hurt——Master Abbot told me that every martial arts practitioner has to break his hands and feet. Once you get acquainted with Chang Yuzi, then it will be considered."

Ling Xiaoxiao has no doubts about this, the abbot of Shaolin is still very authoritative in her eyes, but she just said distressedly: "Then don't practice, I'll go and ask the teacher for mercy, okay?"

"That can't be done. The reason we stay here is to practice martial arts well, and I also like to practice martial arts." Ling Duoduo paused for a moment after finishing speaking, and frowned.

He actually didn't approve of his younger sister's martial arts practice, especially Wumei's training was merciless. Ling Xiaoxiao was scolded because she lost her mind during the training just now, and depending on the situation, she would be beaten if she performed poorly next time.

Girls should be pampered. In the past, Yue Lingshan had two hours less homework per day than them on Mount Hua. Ling Duoduo blinked: "Don't Xiaoxiao like to practice martial arts?"

Ling Xiaoxiao shook her head and said in a low voice, "I like to learn herbal medicine, and I also like to dance rubber bands."

Ling Duoduo nodded and said: "Then do what you like. I will tell the teacher when she comes back. It's okay."

His younger sister deserves to have a carefree and happy childhood. Even if she raises a useless rice worm, as long as it doesn't harm the society, he is willing to raise it, and no one else can say anything. cuteness.

Wumei came back not long after, and found Ling Xiaoxiao busy in the medicine garden not far away, and then heard what Ling Duoduo said, and sighed in her heart.

She forced the brother and sister to practice martial arts because she thought that they still had a grudge with Wudang, and they would go to Wudang sooner or later to ask for an explanation, and they would definitely need martial arts to defend themselves.

However, Ling Xiaoxiaozhi was not here, and Wumei was not good. She immediately told them about her enemies and remained silent. Unexpectedly, Ling Duoduo seemed to see through her worries, and then said: "The disciple will work hard for my sister's sake. Practice martial arts diligently, and protect my sister when I grow up."

Wumei thought about it again, and sighed: "Okay, it's up to you." Everything has a destiny, and coercion will never be a good thing.

Ling Xiaoxiao's aptitude is not above average, even if he works hard, he will probably be a second-rate master for the rest of his life. If Ling Duoduo can really use this as a motivation to work hard day and night, his achievements will definitely far exceed others.

Ling Duoduo said again: "Master, I see that my sister is very interested in herbal medicine. If I can learn a thing or two from you, then we will travel together in the rivers and lakes in the future. Isn't it a pair of male and female that are praised by people?"

Not to mention, he really thought so. A good helper who understands medical science and pharmacology is much better than a second-rate combatant in many cases. What's more, this kind of treatment can give Ling Xiaoxiao a happy childhood, which couldn't be better.

"...Stupid child, male and female shuangsha are used to describe bad people." Wumei couldn't laugh or cry, she didn't know how to answer the words, so she could only say, "It's good to practice martial arts, I'll teach the little herb types."

Ling Duoduo, harboring the beautiful fantasy of Ling Xiaoxiao's one-handed poison and one-handed medical treatment, finished the training that afternoon, bid farewell to Wumei and his sister before dinner, and returned to the Buddha Heart Xiaozhu.

After dinner, he first sat cross-legged on the bed, performed the "Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu", adjusted his breath and exhaled for half an hour, and when he opened his eyes, he felt that the exhaustion from the afternoon practice was swept away.

In the evening, Ling Duoduo went to the Sutra Pavilion with the "Four Elements of Enlightenment" in his arms, and read the scriptures. Before leaving, he told Zhihui about his new insights.

His life was thus fixed. During the interval between completing the training of Shaolin lay disciples, he went to the Sutra Pavilion every morning and evening, and went to the Plum Blossom Resort in the afternoon to improve his abilities in an orderly manner.

The only difference is that after half a month of reading the "Four Elements of Enlightenment", Zhihui finally showed some satisfaction and changed him to a "Lotus Sutra".

Every September, Shaolin organizes a martial arts competition. This is the only opportunity for lay disciples and entrant disciples to have a formal martial arts competition. Those who win the first place can enter the second floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read the martial arts cheats for three days.

Of course, considering that only adult lay disciples are eligible to participate in the competition, little bean dings are not taken into consideration. This first-class event in Shaolin Temple has nothing to do with Ling Duoduo.

However, Ling Duoduo still paid special attention to this. He got up early every morning and went to watch the game. After pleading with San Chi San Jie, he even skipped the training that he should have completed in the past few days , Only after the evening game ended did he sacrifice his sleep time to make up for it.

San Chi San Jie will also take time to watch the games, but they only watch a few games every day, unlike Ling Duoduo who spends all day there.Sanchi also kindly persuaded him, saying that it is difficult to gain anything from watching the excitement.

After Ling Duoduo thanked him, he still insisted on me. He didn't go to watch the contestants' moves, but to observe their moves.

Shaolin Kungfu is profound and profound. He often dealt with Shaolin people in his previous two lives, but he didn't pay much attention to the moves themselves. Now he is memorizing carefully, sketching out a complete set of boxing moves in his mind, and practicing them by himself from time to time.

The competition lasted for five days. After the competition was over and No.1 was selected, Ling Duoduo, who had been in Shaolin for more than half a year, ushered in the day he had been looking forward to for a long time—the Shaolin Temple began to select young lay disciples. The shaving candidate is selected.