Chapter 1: The Mechanism of the Mind
It is uncertain whether one can return to secular life after pursuing the arts. Alcohol can be abstained from, but meat cannot be given up! Meng Qi felt that he was truly "far-sighted," considering the long-term implications and already beginning to contemplate matters after completing his studies
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, Brother Xuanzang, what brings you here?" This monk, with a broad face and large ears, has a deep and resonant voice
"At a glance, it is evident that he is a martial arts expert!" Meng Qi concluded based on his experience from novels and television.
Indeed, Meng Qi, after all, is someone who has worked for several years, and he can still understand this situation. Thus, he nimbly followed the example of the other children and sat cross-legged on the mat
He is open and candid, showing no intention of making private arrangements. The only drawback is that his voice is thin and unpleasant, which is a significant contrast to Xuan Ku's.
Thank you, Master Xu Xuan. "Zhen De" said with both hands clasped together
After making his own judgment, he uneasily asked Meng Qi: "Second Young Master, is there anywhere else you feel unwell?"
"Namo Amitabha Buddha, follow me into the temple." Just as Meng Qi's thoughts began to stir, a deep chant of the Buddha suddenly resonated from behind him, startling him to the point where he almost cried out.
In the Shaolin Temple, with the green lamp and ancient Buddha, what more youth is needed
Xuan Ku furrowed his brow and said with a slightly darkened expression: "From now on, do not use your secular name; your Dharma name is 'Zhen Hui'. You will enter the miscellaneous duties academy"
Meng Qi appeared to quietly follow behind the monk in yellow, passing by one gray-clad monk and another yellow-clad monk, yet no one knew that his mind was in a chaotic turmoil, filled with a myriad of thoughts that simply could not settle down
"Second Young Master, are you alright?" This middle-aged man began to stroke Meng Qi's body up and down, causing him to fear that he had encountered a perverted and lewd man. He hurriedly turned over to sit up and shrank back, but the man's hands were like a pair of iron pincers, rendering his struggles futile. He felt a warm current flowing through his body, dispelling all discomfort, and it felt as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
Xuan Ku nodded slightly: "It is still somewhat candid. If you only speak of your admiration for the Buddha's teachings, then you will be sent to the Servants' Hall. From today onwards, your Dharma name will be 'Zhen De', and you will enter the 'Martial Monks' Academy'"
Simply baffling
I actually feel nothing at all
After nearly twisting his neck to turn around, Meng Qi saw a monk dressed in a yellow-brown robe. He was extremely tall but as thin as a bamboo pole. His features were unremarkable, but his eyes carried an enduring sense of despondency, making it difficult to determine his age; he could be in his forties or fifties, or perhaps just in his thirties.
The middle-aged man saw Meng Qi stand up and gently nodded, saying, "It should be fine now"
Meng Qi did not suspect that this was a prank by someone, nor did he think it was in a historical drama filming set, because the earlier horse-faced uncle had covered his face and left. Although his steps were chaotic and hurried as if a malevolent spirit was chasing him, his speed was astonishing, like a startled horse, something that ordinary people could not achieve
Regardless of how fleeting his thoughts may be, Meng Qi ultimately has no choice but to confront reality. Given the age of his body and the state of being abandoned, he can only find solace in studying martial arts at the Shaolin Temple for a period of time
Xuan Ku did not look at Meng Qi again, holding the戒尺 in hand, and asked a certain child: "What is your secular name? Why have you entered my Shaolin?"
After responding, Meng Qi secretly applauded himself, realizing how clever and fitting his understanding of the true essence of Buddhism was
Meng Qi completely failed to understand the situation he was in, his mind seemed to have turned into a mush, and he replied blankly: "No."
The concern is evident and speaks volumes
They are children who have been selected, and their bone structure is considered quite good
It was not until this moment that Meng Qi realized his short arms and legs. After carefully examining the books, he thought, uncertain whether to feel joy or sorrow: "An alternative 'return to youth'..."
Fang Aqi is Zhenhui, and Zhenhui is Fang Aqi..." The Fang Aqi, who has already become "Zhenhui," murmured softly.
We need to come up with a way to deceive them
Xuan Ku did not acknowledge his little cleverness, but directly bypassed him and began to inquire with other children
Pfft, several older children burst into laughter, as Ah Qi's response was akin to insulting a bald monk right in front of him! It seems he has a bit of a problem with his head
As he spoke, his voice grew lower and lower, resembling the sound of mosquitoes and flies. In the end, he simply raised his left hand to cover his face, turned, and walked away, leaving behind a long sigh that dissipated like smoke
Throughout this journey, the monk in the yellow robe did not pass through the grand hall where the Buddha statue was enshrined, but instead took a detour around the sides. After crossing several courtyards, he finally pushed open the door to a grand hall for the first time
This child should be around thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slightly tense expression, yet he answered fluently: "In response to the master, I am Liu Zhi, a disciple. My family, in their admiration for the Buddhist teachings and reverence for martial arts, sent me to Shaolin."
A faint sound of inhalation escaped from the mouths of several older, sensible children, and their expressions conveyed to Meng Qi that this servant's quarters did not seem to be a good place.
Zhen De's heart sank; it seems that Master Xuan Ku is indeed as the rumors suggest, a person of utmost integrity who cannot be swayed by flattery.
Meng Qi looked at him with some confusion, while Xuan Cang beside him pointed to an empty mat: "Waiting to be questioned"
What a beautiful day it is... As Meng Qi opened his eyes, the first sight that greeted him was such a splendid scene, instantly evoking a sense of awakening from a deep dream, making it difficult to part from the soft bed
After Xuanzang recited the Buddha's name softly, he said, "Xuanku, junior brother, this is the child I mentioned earlier."
The expression of the man with the horse face immediately relaxed, and then he forced out a smile that was even uglier than crying, saying: "Second Young Master, the Marquis is also left with no choice; being in the temple is certainly better than being at home. Have you not considered that, although this place is filled with the green light of ancient lamps and the tranquility of Buddha, Shaolin is the great sect of martial arts in the world? Perhaps in the future, you will have the opportunity to attain the golden body of an Arhat, exerting pressure over the world and transcending the sea of human suffering. Moreover, you have a connection to Buddhism, and an unnamed old monk has gifted you a jade Buddha pendant..."
Based on the size of the palm, the degree of fairness, and the jade pendant worn at the waist, this body is likely under the age of fourteen, having been raised in comfort and privilege
In the face of the seemingly strict and serious Xuanku, Mengqi dared not speak much, did not dare to subtly probe Xuancang's words, and did not dare to feign amnesia. He could only silently contemplate other methods to avoid exposing the fact that he had traversed time and space, as it seemed there were indeed real Arhats here
The door creaked open, and Meng Qi gazed into the distance, discovering dozens of children under the age of fifteen, the youngest estimated to be only eight or nine years old. They were seated cross-legged on mats, their attention focused on a broad-faced, big-eared monk at the front. This monk was also dressed in yellow robes, his expression serious, holding a戒尺.
Xuan Ku carefully observed Meng Qi, lightly shaking the ruler in his hand twice. He did not pursue the answer to the last question, but directly said sternly
Xuan Ku glanced at Meng Qi and said without a smile: "Come in order."
It seems that learning some martial arts is not a bad idea, um, what is the Arhat Golden Body?
Young Master? Meng Qi instinctively turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man with a face full of anxiety. He had an extremely striking horse-like face and a long beard resembling five strands of goat hair, but that was not the main point. The main point was the turban on his head and his wide-sleeved robe.
What is your secular name? Why have you come to my Shaolin?" Before Meng Qi could come up with a good idea, Xuan Ku had already stood in front of him holding a戒尺.
When will there be another person behind me at m.hetushu.com.com
According to what he knows, once a Dharma name is obtained, based on the order of "the mind is empty and without mystery, pure and deep wisdom," one can directly refer to Xuan Ku as "Shishu" before having an official master.
Shaolin Temple
The vast sky is as clear as washed silk, a pure and transparent blue, with not a single white cloud in sight
A place similar to ancient China
"The mind is too heavy, entering the miscellaneous duties courtyard, with the Dharma name 'Zhendeng'"
I used to often fantasize about becoming a great hero of my generation, avenging grievances with ease; now it seems there is hope for that, but why am I still not happy? The computer, the phone, the internet, and family...
At this moment, Meng Qi had already realized that he was not in a familiar place, but rather in an exceptionally strange environment
What is the name of this body
I stayed up late to watch the World Cup, is it really like this? Did I just wake up and time travel?
I do not know what this body looks like; only those who are good-looking possess youth
Feeling a sudden jolt, Meng Qi sensed his body being violently shaken, and a hurried, tense male voice reached his ears: "Second Young Master, you are awake?"
It really is the "Shaolin Temple"!
It is certainly not appropriate to directly mention Meng Qi, as Xuan Zang is still watching
This child is probably just over ten years old, with red lips and white teeth, and a handsome appearance, yet his expression is somewhat dull: "My name is Fang Aqi, and because I couldn't get enough to eat, I was sold to a monk"
What astonished Meng Qi was that above the main gate, there was a gilded plaque inscribed with three characters resembling regular script:
Inquiring about Xuan Ku, Meng Qi initially approached it with a leisurely mindset, merely seeking to observe the spectacle. However, in an instant, his expression became frozen.
Upon arriving in the strange and eerie land, Meng Qi dared not to ask questions, suppressing his astonishment and confusion, and stepped forward to closely follow the monk in the yellow robe
According to Uncle Ma Lian's statement, although this Shaolin is not the same as that Shaolin, it still belongs to the grand tradition of martial arts represented by *Tu* and *Shu*, and similarly possesses seventy-two unique skills. I wonder if it has the "Yi Jin Jing"...
He must know the origin and name of this body
What is my name
At this point, he seemed to feel that such possibilities were too remote, and a sense of shame arose within him. His voice gradually lowered, and after a few movements of his lips, he changed his words: "Even if achieving the golden body is difficult, the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin are each extraordinary. If you could learn a few of them, you would be able to traverse the rivers and lakes in the future, enjoying the pleasures of vengeance and gratitude. Wouldn't that be delightful..."
As he watched the back of the horse-faced man disappear into the dense forest on the hillside in just a few moments, Meng Qi, left bewildered by his incessant chatter, could only think to ask one question
Meng Qi searched his insides, scratching his ears and cheeks, yet he could not recall the name of this body; he had not inherited even a fragment of memory
Tsk, he could completely go sing bel canto. The more Meng Qi felt nervous, the more he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander, while also realizing that the monk who brought him to the temple was named Xuanzang.
Who are you, uncle
The gaze of Xuan Ku shifted away and was directed towards a relatively older child: "What is your secular name? Why have you entered my Shaolin?"
The yellow walls and black tiles, along with the dark red gate, make the front of this temple no different from the monastery Mengqi had visited before, only it is much larger and much wider
Meng Qi opened his mouth, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, and he blurted out: "Once one enters Shaolin, the secular name is forgotten"
The text here is surprisingly similar to ancient regular script, with only slight differences
What is the situation
I do not know if I can refuse to enter the temple, but with my current frail body, I cannot survive outside of Shaolin. This is a world filled with martial prowess, and I wonder if there are still demons and monsters... Sigh, in many ancient records, it is noted that the wealthy and powerful families often kept young boys as their favorites.
Seeing Meng Qi notice him, the monk in yellow said no more, gestured with his eyes, and turned to walk towards the main gate of the temple