【Brain Storage】
[The Emperor's Temple can't be released, and fan fiction has been very strict recently, so I don't plan to write that one. It's a waste of time to write. 】
Dong~dong~dong~
In a dilapidated temple, there was a sound of tapping wooden fish.
In front of the clay Buddha statue, a handsome little monk with his eyes closed and frowning, kept tapping the wooden fish in front of him that was several times larger than his head.
Snapped!
There was a loud slap.
A red palm print suddenly appeared on the back of the little monk's head.
"Ouch!" The little monk cried out in pain, opened his eyes and glanced at the old monk behind him, who was holding an old Zen staff.
"Be careful of arrogance and impetuosity, and you will succeed." The old monk lowered his eyelids and whispered feebly.
The young monk rolled his eyes, this old monk was really good at pretending.
If he hadn't accidentally discovered the old monk's Zen staff, he couldn't even move the broken Zen staff even with all his strength. It would have weighed at least two to three hundred kilograms.
Then he might really believe the old monk's sick look.
"Master, can you please stop hitting the head? Your hands are so strong, you will hit someone stupid." The little monk rubbed the back of his head and muttered.
"It's better to beat him stupidly. If you have distracting thoughts, you won't be able to achieve anything great." The old monk said softly without even raising his eyelids.
"Why do I have distracting thoughts? How can you make this up out of thin air? I have memorized hundreds of ancient scriptures by heart, okay?" the young monk quibbled with his eyes wide open.
"There are as many books in the world as there are gravels in the desert, but it takes five years for a top scholar to emerge." The old monk raised his eyelids and glanced at the unconvinced young monk.
Hearing this, the young monk was still unconvinced, but he didn't know how to argue, so he could only mutter something in a low voice.
Snapped!
Another slap.
"Huh!? Why are you still hitting me?" The little monk suddenly jumped up in pain, grinning and rubbing the back of his head crazily.
"If you break the rules of anger, who else will I hit?" the old monk explained unhurriedly.
"Is this how anger is explained!? Doesn't that mean you can't be angry?" The young monk stopped rubbing the back of his head and looked at the old monk in shock.
"I'm the biggest here, and I do whatever I say." The old monk smiled slightly, turned around and left.
'What you said makes so much sense! 'The corners of the little monk's mouth twitched.
But then, the little monk was stunned, turned around and bowed to the clay Buddha statue.
"Amitabha, it's my fault, this young monk shouldn't insult Master in his heart." The young monk clasped his hands and whispered.
After praying, the little monk seemed to have gained some relief, turned around and walked towards the door.
"Sigh... I have been in this world for fifteen years, and I have begun to get used to it." The little monk looked up at the clouds in the sky and sighed in a voice that only he could hear.
That's right, the little monk is not from this world. He was originally a social animal on Blue Star, and his real name is Chen Chen.
Some people may think this name is a bit strange.
Yes, it's just weird.
He was originally a premature baby who was abandoned at the entrance of the orphanage. If the kind old lady in charge of the hospital hadn't been accustomed to getting up at around three o'clock in the morning to buy cheap vegetables, he might have frozen to death that day.
Because he picked it up in the early morning and there was nothing on him to verify his identity, the old lady named him Lingchen.
Perhaps because of his premature birth, when he was a child, his intelligence level was much lower than that of his peers. He was also the one who was bullied by others in the orphanage.
However, he did not accept his fate and studied hard, hoping to change his own destiny and that of the director of the orphanage, the kind old lady.
But the reason why reality is reality is that your efforts may not be rewarded.
He worked hard for nearly 20 years, but only got into a third-rate university. He finally graduated and joined a small company as a laborer.
With a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan and a monthly salary of 1,500 yuan sent to the welfare home, the rest was barely enough to keep him from starving to death.
But the reality is so ironic. On his twenty-third birthday, he had just finished work after two o'clock after working overtime, carefully holding a small strawberry cake and preparing to go home.
There was only one store that sold such cheap cakes, and he was only willing to buy a small piece on his birthday, so he cherished it very much.
As a result, while he was walking on the street, a dump truck rushed straight towards him, the light of the car lights was so dazzling...
He was knocked out more than ten meters and lay on the ground. He couldn't even feel the pain, and the small and pitiful strawberry cake in his hand flew up so high.
Under his gaze, the cake hit a place within reach beside him, smashing to pieces and mixed with the dust and blood on the ground.
He didn't know what he was thinking at the time. He tried his best to touch a bit of cake with his deformed fingers, hoping to taste the cake before he died.
But until the luster in his eyes completely disappeared, he didn't taste his birthday cake, and died of regret.
Maybe he was still looking straight at that piece of cake when he died, right?
The young monk recalled this and smiled with a complicated expression.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw an old monk, whose red cassock had turned white after washing. He was holding him in one hand and holding a Zen staff in the other, walking tremblingly up the steps.
At that time, he looked directly at the old monk, as if he felt his gaze. The old monk looked down at him and gave him a kind smile.
"I don't know which benefactor put you here, but this is also a kind of fate. Don't worry, I will take good care of you."
For a long time after that, the old monk would always go out early and go to the villages at the foot of the mountain to ask for rice soup, goat milk and other things from door to door.
But it seems that the old monk is very popular. He never comes back empty-handed. It's just a matter of more or less.
His little body contains the soul of an adult, so naturally he won't cry. It doesn't matter if he doesn't have enough to eat, he just has to endure it.
The old monk never named him. Later he grew up, probably when he was six years old.
The old monk suddenly asked him one day whether he wanted to go out for a walk or become a monk.
Without even thinking about it, he said he wanted to be a monk. Although he was confident that he would not starve to death when he went out, he could not bear to part with the old monk who had raised him up with difficulty.
So, he became a monk, and a shiny little bald man appeared in the dilapidated temple.
According to the seniority, the old monk is of the generation with the character of Wu and the Buddhist title of Wu De, while he is one generation lower than the generation of the character of Zhou, so the old monk gave him the Buddhist title of Zhou Cheng.
[Everything is fictitious, please do not take it seriously. If you are curious about this generation, you can search it yourself. I will not go into details. 】
However, the old monk said that this was the name used on the ordination. If he wanted to, he could give himself one, but the name Zhou Cheng could never be changed.
And he never thought of giving himself a Dharma name, but by chance, he discovered the difference in this world.
This world can be cultivated and has inner strength. Even the old monk Wude is not an ordinary person. The Zen staff in his hand is extremely heavy.
Moving mountains and reclaiming seas may be a bit exaggerated, but after a high level of cultivation, the power is not that great.
So he suddenly had an idea and gave himself a Buddhist name - Three Burials.
As for burying all living beings in the sky and on the ground, he definitely didn't have such a lofty goal, and he couldn't tell Old Monk Xuan Zheng that. He was afraid of scaring Old Monk Wude.
So the explanation he gave to the old monk Wude was that good things should be buried and bad things should be buried. Although it was not very reasonable, it was also an explanation that he had managed to suppress at that time.
But after hearing what he said, old monk Wude looked extremely complicated.
Later, one night, old monk Wude tied him to the bed with a needle and a porcelain bowl, and tattooed a white karma fire between his eyebrows.
"When this fire of karma disappears, it means you are not far from becoming a Buddha. If it turns red or even black..."
Old monk Wude didn't say the next words, he just looked at him with complicated eyes, but Chen Chen also knew that it would not be a good result.
