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Mi calmly dragged the leg of the little novice who fell down, and continued to walk forward.

After the Sutra Pavilion is the Abbot's Court.

Stepping into the main room of the abbot's courtyard, one can see a solemn golden Buddha statue in the middle, and an old monk with pale eyebrows and a red cassock sits sitting upright on the lower right.

Duan Junheng saluted respectfully, "Master Master, disciple Duan Junheng is ordered by the master to go back to the mountain." Then he handed over a letter.

Tong Xin, who had been staring at the old monk's cassock as soon as he entered the door, didn't see that his feet were unstable, and fell directly at the host's feet in a big shape.

The host was stunned when he saw this, and hurriedly said: "Amitabha, why did the almsgiver perform such a great gift to the old monk?"

Tong Xin was embarrassed, "..."

Duan Junheng used an excuse to look at other places, and thought to himself: That's because your cassock looks like cloud cake.

After reading Ben Ming's letter, the host proclaimed the Buddha's name for a long time, and said to Duan Junheng: "You can practice Buddhism with your uncle Benkong for a while, and then challenge the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation."

"Yes, host." Duan Junheng said.

"As for this benefactor." The host looked at Tong Xin, "Since the benefactor is willing to come to our temple to accept restraint, he might as well be a disciple of a famous layman."

The host thought for a while and said to himself, "It's Yuande's turn to teach lay disciples this year."

"Round? Is there any way... woo woo..." Duan Junheng covered Tong Xin's mouth, forced his head to salute, and said on his behalf: "Thank you for hosting."

The host chuckled, "Although Yuande is strict, only a strict teacher can produce excellent disciples."

Shaolin Temple treats both Buddhist disciples and lay disciples equally.

Lay disciples are the same as Buddhist disciples except that they don't need to burn ring scars on their heads.

So Tong Xin not only wanted the dandy to change his monk's robes, but also shaved off his long hair.

There were quite a few lay disciples with Tong Xin. After burning incense and bathing together, they gathered in the Daxiong Hall.

Duan Junheng was worried and followed outside to watch.

I thought that Tong Xin would make a big fuss and would not shave his hair, but he didn't expect Tong Xin to be very law-abiding.But the more he settled down, Duan Junheng became more restless, because it was too abnormal.

The person who shaved their heads was Master Liaokong, one of the four heads of Shaolin Temple's Xitang Monk.

At this time, all the monks in the hall were dressed in gray robes, and all of them were disheveled, solemnly waiting for their hair to be shaved.

After worshiping the Buddha statue piously, Liaokong slowly lowered the shavers in his hand, muttering, "One...one...abstain from killing...killing...life, two...two...second precepts...precept...stealing Stealing, three... three precepts... abstaining from adultery, four precepts... lying... lying, five... five... five precepts... drinking... drinking alcohol."

The head was shaved for half a day, and I haven't finished reading when I have time.

Looking at other people's long hair falling down, and looking at those freshly baked bald heads, Tong Xin frowned and rolled his eyes.

Duan Junheng has been by Tong Xin's side for some time, and he knows that this is Tong Xin's expression of thinking about something, so his heart is raised in his throat.Just as he was about to ask Master Kong's uncle not to shave Tong Xin's hair, there are many lay disciples who keep their hair, and he is one of them.

While Duan Junheng was hesitating, it was Tong Xin's turn.

Looking at Tong Xin's harmless smiling face, Duan Junheng had a vague premonition.

Master Liaokong is also a kind person. Seeing Tong Xinchun's innocent and childish face, he also gave him a kind smile.

Tong Xin knelt down in front of the Buddha statue obediently. After bowing to the Buddha statue, he turned his head and looked at the sky, which meant that you can start.

"Amitabha." Liao Kong picked up the razor again, walked up to Tong Xin, the blade fell slowly, and said: "One...one..."

"Crush to the end." Tong Xin read by himself.

"..."

The audience was suffocated, and Tong Xin successfully became the focus.

The hand that dropped the knife to the sky stopped.

"..." Duan Junheng wiped his face, "It's started."

"Two combs until the white hair reaches the eyebrows." Thinking of Tong Xin twisting his loose hair, he glanced at Kong with some shyness, "Three combs until the children and grandchildren are all over the floor."

Liao Kong shook his whole body, and took three steps back in a row. If the monk behind him did not follow him, he would have no problem walking back to the altar.

After calming down for a while, Kong Kong slowly turned around, his articulate words becoming more and more slurred, "Go... go... get... get me... my... my... method... magic weapon... phlegm... Spit... spittoon, come to me... I want to... take... take away... this... monster... evildoer."

spittoon? !Tong Xin was so embarrassed that he could hardly move his jaw back, "...Master, are you sure it's a spittoon, not an alms bowl?"

Kong Kong: "..."

Tong Xin begged: "Master, let me die in your rice bowl, I will die in the spittoon."

Kong Kong: "..."

The author has something to say: Looking at the official website of Shaolin Temple, the abbot of Shaolin Temple at that time was "Renshan Yigong".

23. Arriving at Songshan Shaolin for the first time ([-])

"Master, is your dharma name Fa Hai?" Tong Xin looked adoring.

Kong Kong: "..."

"But why don't you be a guard of Jinshan Temple at Jinshan Temple, and come to Shaolin Temple?" Tong Xin is someone who can continue the conversation without you answering, "I like Master Fahai the most, especially when he was beaten by Bai Suzhen .”

Everyone: "..."

"And his painstaking efforts to make Xu Xian become a monk, I am so moved." Tong Xin shed tears of sympathy.

"You...you...understand...understand?" Liao Kongchi asked suspiciously.

Tong Xin nodded, "In this way, they can face each other day and night, and live together. It can be seen that Master Fahai is a little Gong with a lot of love, uh..." It doesn't feel appropriate, "Old Gong? Husband? Why do you feel so awkward? .”

"..." They don't understand what is small and old, but they understand each other day and night, they understand double living and double living, and they understand love and suffering even more.

Liaokong became angry, "Demon... demon... words...confusion...confusion... people, today... today... daily... will... definitely accept... you, so... with... face up to... …audiovisual.”

While speaking, Liao Kong's Magical Artifact finally appeared on the stage.

Except for Tong Xin, all the lay disciples present were dumbfounded when they saw the magic weapon.

Tong Xin looked relieved, "It's a good thing it's not a spittoon, otherwise, if I die in the spittoon, I will lose my wisdom for the rest of my life. But, Master, are you sure this is really your bowl, not a bathtub? It's so big."

"..."

Don't look at Kong being quite old, but he was able to pick up the big alms bowl brought out by the two of them with one hand, and began to chant Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Strange to say, Lao Kong stuttered when he spoke, but once he recited the scriptures, he didn't stutter at all.

And Liao Kong's disciples began to chant scriptures in Liao Kong, and tacitly surrounded Tong Xin.

The scene became tense for a while.

Tong Xin seemed to be scared at last, and suddenly bowed his head willingly, and said, "Be gentle, this is the first time for me."

"..." Liao Kong shook his hand, and put the big bowl on his head.

At this time, Duan Junheng has decided that even if he disrespects the teacher, he must save Tong Xin once, otherwise he will really die in the rice bowl.Because he saw that the monks in the back hall seemed to be alarmed.

The most important thing in the whole Shaolin Temple is the presiding officer. There are four chief monks under the presiding seat, namely: the first monk, the west hall monk, the back hall monk and the main hall monk.

The first monk is the deputy of the abbot monk, and if the great monk passes away, he is usually the next abbot.

The main task of the monk in the West Hall is to preside over the Dharma altar and the Dharma hall, and hold the ordination ceremony for the monks, which is equivalent to the third in command.Liaokong is the monk of the West Hall, which shows that his status is not low.

Then there is the back hall monk, who is responsible for clearing the rules and disciplines, implementing rewards and punishments, and has the power to approve the admission and expulsion of disciples.

The last head monk is responsible for the management of the Sutra Pavilion, such as the purchase, collection, distribution and borrowing of scriptures.Equivalent to a librarian.

From the above, the Houtang monk is the most feared.

And if the back hall monk arrives, Tong Xin might even be in danger for his life, not to mention he has entered the sect.Shaolin monks are no joke.

Just when Duan Junheng was gaining momentum, and when Guokong just crawled out of his big bowl, there came a resonant voice like a bell, "Amitabha."

Duan Junheng looked back and saw a thin old monk in old monk robes coming with a young monk.

From the steps of the two people, it can be seen that the two people's martial arts are extraordinary.

They walked all the way, and the monks in the house avoided paying respects to the old monk, and even the back hall monk who came in time showed respect to the old monk.

Duan Junheng didn't recognize this person, could it be the first monk?

It was only later that Duan Junheng found out that this old monk was actually the former Shaolin Temple presiding over Master Gai.

Master Liao Gai is highly respected, but he is obsessed with martial arts and inheritance. After serving as the director of Shaolin Temple for three years, he voluntarily resigned. He teaches martial arts in Xilai Hall, which belongs to Shaolin Temple, and rarely manages temple affairs.

As for the little monk who followed the reform, Tong Xin waved happily when he saw it, and shouted: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The little Wu Monk's face turned black immediately, regardless of the many elders present, "You straighten your tongue before you speak."

Tong Xin suddenly became a daughter-in-law again, twisting the hem of her clothes, "Liangliang is fierce brother again."

Tong Liang?The third child of the Tong family?Duan Junheng was a little surprised.

Looking at Tong Liang again, his face is resolute, his eyebrows are like swords, and his lips are as thin as water. Compared with Tong Xin and Tong Yi, he seems to be more like Mr. Tong, while the twins are more like Mrs. Tong.

Tong Liang's reputation in Shaolin Temple seems to be quite high. When Tong Xin said that he was Tong Liang's elder brother, many young monks began to discuss something in whispers.

Liaogai walked over and bowed to Kong Kong, "Amitabha, Liaogai came rashly and disturbed senior brother."

After returning the gift, he changed his mind and turned to Tong Xin. His eyes seemed to have found a treasure, and he touched and pinched Tong Xin all the time.

The frightened Tong Xin grabbed the skirt of his clothes tightly and ran away quickly, "Don't come here,"