Strange space.
It turned out that Wang Ming was still in the bronze carriage.
The next moment,
Wang Ming discovered that the surrounding environment had changed.
He appeared in a strange space.
This place was shrouded in thick fog. Only the ten feet around Wang Ming's body could be seen. The area beyond this range was completely covered by thick fog.
After Wang Ming found that his sight could not penetrate the thick fog, he immediately used his spiritual consciousness to explore the situation inside the thick fog.
result……
The thick fog not only blocks sight, but also blocks spiritual consciousness.
Uh-huh!
A stream of light flashed in Wang Ming's hand, and a black halberd appeared in his hand. His whole body was in a forbidden state, ready to fight at any time.
At this moment,
A bright golden light shines in the dense fog, which gives people a sense of peace.
Then came the magnificent sound of Zen singing.
for a moment,
Wang Ming was stunned and fell into a mysterious and mysterious state.
His mind was in confusion.
There was a mixed sound of chanting in my ears, and I opened my eyes in a daze.
He found that there were a group of young monks around seven or eight years old.
Looking around, he was in a spacious hall. Directly in front of the hall was a statue of Sakyamuni that was more than ten meters high.
This situation made him stunned, and he couldn't help but wonder why he suddenly came here?
Snapped!
There was a pain in my head, and I looked back to see an old monk with white eyebrows and white beard standing there.
"Fa Ming! Don't be distracted!"
He was suddenly confused: "Fa Ming? Who is Fa Ming?"
Snapped!
"Don't pretend to be stupid. If you are not Fa Ming, who is Fa Ming?"
"Nonsense, when did I call you Fa Ming?"
"If your name is not Fa Ming, what else do you want to be called?"
"I...what's my name?"
"I'm Zhang Jinjiu... No!"
"I am Su Xinghe..."
"It's not true that I am Yang Guang..."
When he said this, the monk with white eyebrows and white beard slapped him again.
"Ouch!"
"You damn bald ass, how dare you hit me."
After Fa Ming was beaten, he exploded immediately and stood up directly. However, his size was too small. The old monk just stretched out a finger and pressed it on his head to suppress him.
The young monks around him all had expressions of horror and incomprehensible expressions, as if they were looking at a madman who had lost his mind.
"Fa Ming, you are simply lawless."
"Look, I will teach you the rules today."
"Hmm...where to go."
The old monk originally wanted to severely punish the young monk for not understanding the rules, but the young monk stood up and ran out of the temple.
"Ouch! Let me go." qδ
Fa Ming had already half-stepped out of the hall, but the old monk appeared strangely behind him, picked up his collar, grabbed him back, and threw him directly on the futon on the ground.
"Fa Ming! You must be attentive and pious when doing morning lessons."
"What I like is cars, money, and young ladies. Who is doing this bullshit morning class?" Fa Ming yelled angrily.
"Pa!" The old monk slapped Fa Ming Neng's shining head very directly.
"Ouch! Old bald donkey, I'm warning you, if you do this again, I won't be polite."
"Hmph! You're welcome, I see how rude you are."
"You asked for it! Look at my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."
"Ouch!"
"Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon! I will give you eighteen palms! You like the eighteen palms, right? I will give you a slap."
"Pah, pah, pah!!!!"
"You take a nap here and have big dreams."
"Dreaming, dreaming, I actually dream about the martial arts of the beggar gang. I
If you don't think about the profoundness of Shaolin martial arts, think about those beggars' stuff. "
"You are not allowed to eat today's breakfast. Go to the Sutra Pavilion and copy the scriptures a hundred times for me."
"Today, if you commit your first offence, I will give you a small punishment. If you commit another offence, you will be severely punished."
Then the little monk finished his morning lessons reluctantly.
Three years later,
A young monk wearing a light blue robe, holding a broom in his hand, was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.
The young monk raised his head and looked at the red sun rising slowly in the eastern sky. The sun's rays were reflected between the sea of clouds, and the light was falling to the earth.
"Am I really Fa Ming?"
"Guan Yutian, Yin Tianqi, Dan Chenzi..."
"Is this all my gibbering?"...
I am Fa Ming!
Today is my ninth year coming to Shaolin Temple.
The master said there was a drought in my hometown.
When my senior brother in the monastery went on a trip, he couldn't bear my death in a disaster and brought me back.
At first I had a lot of dreams in my head.
Sometimes he thinks he is the imperial detective, sometimes he thinks he is the leader of the martial arts alliance, sometimes he thinks he is the emperor...
The master said I might be suffering from hysteria.
Let me recite the scriptures devoutly to eliminate my own delusions.
As soon as possible, we should achieve the characteristics of no self, no one, no sentient beings, and no lifespan as mentioned in the scriptures!
but……
I am not interested in chanting sutras, but I am very interested in learning martial arts.
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I am Fa Ming,
Today is my tenth year in Shaolin.
I'm very happy today.
Because I finally mastered the basic Shaolin Changquan.
Hahaha! ! !
The master is about to teach me Arhat Boxing.
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I am Fa Ming,
Today is my fifteenth year in Shaolin.
The master said that I was a genius in martial arts, and I actually mastered Luohan Quan in five years.
Tomorrow the master will learn the Demon Subduing Fist.
By the way, that grumpy old guy who beat me to death died.
Sin! Sin! !
Faming, how could you be so bad?
Amitabha!
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I am Fa Ming,
The Demon Subduing Fist has been completed.
Hahaha! ! !
I am a genius!
After practicing Sanfu in the winter and Sanjiu in the summer, I finally became the first among my peers to develop internal strength in my body.
I will learn Skanda Palm tomorrow.
It makes me excited just thinking about it.
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Please call me Master Faming.
Tomorrow is the Shaolin competition.
As long as he wins, the young monk will become the youngest head of the Shaolin Luohan Hall in history.
Hahaha! ! !
··
I'm very unhappy today.
I am obviously the strongest in martial arts, but why did Fakong actually get the top spot in the Luohan Hall?
I was dissatisfied and went to the elders to argue.
As a result, the elder said that I had fallen into the devil's way. How could a Buddhist be obsessed with the strength of martial arts?
Buddhism is what we should study exclusively.
Fa Kong’s Dharma cultivation is superior to mine, but my character is insufficient and my whole body is full of hostility.
The elder punished me to go to the Sutra Pavilion and copy scriptures for ten years to cultivate my moral character. I was not allowed to practice any martial arts anymore.
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Amitabha!
The young monk Fa Ming.
Today is the young monk’s twentieth year in Shaolin Temple.
I haven't practiced any martial arts for five years.
Complete the instructions given by the elders every day
The punishment was to copy Buddhist scriptures.
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Amitabha!
The elder who punished me passed away.
He ordered me to copy scriptures for ten years, and I completed it the year before last.
At first I hated the elders.
But as I was baptized by the scriptures every day, I fell in love with these scriptures.
It really contains great wisdom and enlightenment.
Martial arts?
What is that?
The young monk would like to sit in front of the Tathagata forever.
Amitabha---
