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It really has no roots of wisdom, the sound of the sacred and pious Buddha curls up, it is a lullaby in Tong Xin's ears.

After only a short while, Duan Junheng saw Tong Xin standing up and shaking like a tumbler, his head slowly lowered, his waist slowly bent down, seeing that he was about to kneel and worship early, Duan Junheng He hurriedly grabbed a stick, stuffed it from his back collar into his clothes, let it out from his trouser legs and let him lean against the wall a little, so that even if Tong Xin fell asleep, he would still stand upright.

Just as Duan Junheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he saw in front of him that he had just come back from knocking on the copper and was about to knock on the wooden fish. Zen Master Kong couldn't find the hammer for hammering the wooden fish. Duan Junheng closed his eyes calmly and chanted intently.

After searching for a while, he couldn't find it. He touched his bald head, and simply bumped his head into the wooden fish. The huge wooden fish let out a low sound, and the chanting continued.

It went smoothly at first, but Duan Junheng forgot that morning class is not only about standing, but also kneeling.

Tong Xin was awakened by the sound of a rumbling bell. Seeing that everyone turned around and knelt down to the three Buddhas in the hall, he followed suit in a daze, and he didn't even see where the futons were.

That movement was so clean that Duan Junheng didn't even have time to stop it.

So Tong Xin bowed to the Buddha in a posture that was less pious than him in all the eunuchs.

Everyone: "..."

Tong Xin on the ground: "..."

Tong Xin really didn't know what happened. He just wanted to kneel down, but why did he get down, and he was so straight, so... so firm, he couldn't even get up, embarrassing.

Duan Junheng kicked the wooden fish hammer, which was level with Tong Xin's heel, to the thigh indiscriminately, so that Tong Xin could bend his knees and get up, but the head of the wooden fish hammer came out of his collar.

So many people behind Tong Xin saw that Tong Xin had two heads.

"..."

After finally getting through the morning class without any danger, I can finally go to the fasting hall for dinner. The monks call it passing through the hall.

When Tong Xin entered the Zhaitang, he discovered that the monks had more rules when eating than their family.

What not to talk about, what not to waste, but also to chant sutras before eating.

Tong Xin looked at the bowl of vegetarian rice resentfully. Although it was not a good dish, it was just a bowl of porridge and some pickles, but he was hungry.

The more he stared, the more hungry he felt, the more delicious the bowl of gruel was, so he closed his eyes and chanted sutras, secretly took a sip, and then another.

While drinking, suddenly a spit of saliva flew over, and Tong Xin watched helplessly as the spit fell into his bowl.

Tong Xin was embarrassed, "..."

Duan Junheng, who was sitting on Tong Xin's left, had been keeping an eye on Tong Xin, and he almost laughed out loud when he saw this.

Tong Xin became more and more resentful, and when he looked up, he saw a big man on the opposite side who was chanting "Rituals for Lin Zhai at Two Seasons".

Without looking at who was sitting on the right, he exchanged his porridge with someone else's.

The person next to him: "..."

Tong Xin told the man with the shape of his mouth, "I have more bowls, but you have less bowls. You are growing up, so you should eat more."

"..."

The person next to him thought to himself, how thick-skinned would it be to say that his half bowl of porridge is more than mine?

As soon as the porridge was changed, another spittle flew over, and Tong Xin had no time to protect it.

Tong Xin was annoyed, completely annoyed, thinking that you are the only one who can spit, can't I?

But Tong Xin wanted to open his mouth, and they all finished reading.

Tong Xin opened his mouth wide, "..." The saliva that was about to gush out choked in his throat.

Duan Junheng bit his lip, trying to hold back his smile.

Tong Xin thumped the table angrily, the more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he became, his eyes were watery.

"Let's eat." Duan Junheng pushed his porridge in front of Tong Xin and whispered.

Tong Xin was so moved that he was about to cry, Duan Junheng quickly covered his mouth.

Tong Xin returned the stolen porridge to the neighbor next door, and gulped down Duan Junheng's porridge.

But as the saying goes, if you suffer a loss, you will gain a wisdom, Tong Xin summed up the experience and lessons from this.

If you want to eat a lot in Shaolin, you must salivate a lot before eating, so that you can spray so much and spread widely that others can't eat it, so you can eat it.

Duan Junheng's comment on this is, "..."

After eating, those who should go to the farmer should go to the farmer, and those who should take care of the Buddhist temple should go to the Buddhist temple, anyway, they should go to their respective places.

Duan Junheng was taken by Zen Master Benkong to study Buddhism, Tong Liang was called by Master Gai to fight against each other, and Tong Xin stayed with lay disciples for the time being.

Back at Xilai Hall, the new lay disciples were very excited. After a whole morning of tossing around, it's time to learn martial arts.

Tong Xin just wanted to sleep back into the cage, unlike them, who squatted under a tree, resting his chin on his hand and wanting to sleep.

"You...why did you come to Shaolin Temple to learn art?"

Tong Xin closed his eyes, heard the timid and delicate voice, and opened his eyes, it turned out that it was the porridge friend who just changed porridge.

This man was very shy, and he seemed to have mustered up the courage for a long time to come and talk to Tong Xin.

Although she is not in the ranks of beauties according to Tong Xin's aesthetic standards, she is still pretty and pleasant.

"Tong Xin." Tong Xin said.

The man was taken aback.

Tong Xin yawned, "My name is Tong Xin."

"My name is Xu Zizhou."

Seeing that Tong Xin didn't reject him, Xu Zizhou said, "I know you, when you were cutting your hair..." Maybe he realized that what he said was wrong, so he finally stopped.

Tong Xin shrugged indifferently.

Xu Zizhou touched his bald head, his eyes suddenly turned red, "I... Originally, I didn't want to shave my hair, but... But I dare not say it."

Tong Xin saw his demeanor as a lady, "Why did you come to Shaolin Temple?"

Xu Zizhou said: "I'm not in good health, so my parents sent me to Shaolin Temple to exercise..."

"This little brother."

Xu Zizhou's words were interrupted by a rumbling voice.

Tong Xin turned his head, and saw the big man who sprayed him two bowls of porridge just now squatting beside him like a big Tibetan mastiff.

On the dark face of the big man, there was a wide mouth and a hearty smile, "Please don't forget the villain's mistakes about what happened just now." He patted Tong Xin on the shoulder and laughed, and the saliva was sprayed happily.

After he finished speaking, Tong Xin wiped his face, "I washed my face last night."

Dahan: "..." Dare you haven't washed it this morning?

Xu Zizhou: "..." helped Tong Xin wipe the saliva from his temples.

The big man rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "I'm born with a loud voice, and I can't hold back my saliva." He sprayed Tong Xin all over the face again.

Tong Xin stood up and said to Xu Zizhou: "Do you have an umbrella? Lend me, I'm afraid to talk to him again, I don't even need to take a shower tonight."

Xu Zizhou: "..."

In this way, Tong Xin knew someone again.

This big man was called Lu Man, and Tong Xin called him reckless.Lu Man is simple, honest, forthright, and powerful. He came to Shaolin to learn martial arts and walk the rivers and lakes.

Just when everyone was chatting happily, a monk with a full face came.The ferocity on that face was suppressed without making a sound, and Xu Zizhou almost passed out.

It turned out that this monk was Yuande whom the host had mentioned.

The first lesson Yuande gave them was not boxing or horse riding, but asking them to go to the mountains to carry logs back.

Although someone questioned it, seeing Yuande frowned, he didn't dare to ask again.

When Tong Xin and the others came to the mountain, they saw many brothers and sisters felling trees, and they were responsible for carrying the logs.

The ancient tree is towering, the trunk is thick, and neither of them can hold it, so there are three of them.

After noon, Duan Junheng found that many people were so tired that they almost lay down on the table and didn't even have the energy to eat, but Tong Xin was still full of energy and recited the scriptures, spraying "Ten Li Ba Xiang" on the table.

Duan Junheng, who was worried, secretly followed to see.

I saw Kong Wu's powerful Lu Man in front, Xu Zizhou trembling behind, and Tong Xin in the middle.

Since both Lu Man and Xu Zizhou were held high by Tong Xin, Duan Junheng saw Tong Xin hanging on the tree trunk with his feet not touching the ground, being lifted down by Lu Man and Xu Zizhou.

Duan Junheng: "..." No wonder he wasn't tired at all, it turned out that he was here to create a burden.

27. First Arrive at Songshan Shaolin ([-])...

Seeing Tong Xin's rippling appearance, Duan Junheng couldn't help asking Xu Zizhou, "Why does Tong Xin lift the middle and you lift both ends?"

Xu Zizhou lay down in the grass with exhausted breath, "Xiao... Xiao...Xiao Xin said... this is... the most effortless... method of lifting."

Duan Junheng: "..." The three of them saved one person's effort, which really saved effort.Fortunately, Lu Man had extraordinary strength.

Buddhists have a fast of "not eating after noon", so when the sun is high, monks don't eat until the next morning.That is to say, monks do not eat dinner.

This is because Buddhists believe that the morning is the time for the heavenly eclipse, that is, the time for the heavens to eat; noon is the time for the Buddha's food, that is, the time for all the Buddhas of the three generations to eat according to the Dharma.

Sunset is the time for animals to eat; dusk is the time for ghosts and gods to eat.

Of course, if the body needs it, for example, people who are sick can also eat in the afternoon.

Tong Xin and his fellow lay disciples first came to Shaolin, and the temple still gave them time to adapt, so they still had dinner, but the portions were very small.

Since the "Two Occasions of Linzhai Ritual" is only for morning fasting and lunchtime fasting, there is no need to read anything at dinner time, and because you can't talk during the meal, what should you do?

Tong Xin lowered his head to take a mouthful of rice, then raised his head and sneezed.

Good guy, if there is another little wind or something, it is estimated that I can go far away from Santiao Street.

The food was scarce, and the physical energy consumption of the day was huge. Coupled with Tong Xin's indiscriminate saliva offensive, Tong Xin provoked anger and resentment.

In order to avoid being affected and being gang-beaten with Tong Xin, Duan Junheng had to stop Tong Xin.

Tong Xin lowered his head to pick up the rice, and when he raised his head and was about to repeat the same trick, Duan Junheng clamped Tong Xin's mouth with a pair of chopsticks.

Tong Xin: "..."

"Do you still want to eat?" Duan Junheng asked.

Tong Xin couldn't open his mouth, he could only nod his head.

"Then play it safe." Duan Junhengsong