Legend of Meow Immortal

The sky was slightly bright, and the bell tower in the Shaolin Temple had already sounded.

Tang Tang got up from the bed, stretched his waist, and turned his head to see Ji Mingzhi who was already fully dressed.

The child's eyes were shining, and he stared straight at him, but the corners of Tang Tang's mouth twitched, "Why did you get up so early today?"

Ji Mingzhi breathed out, "Master, I'm a little nervous."

"Nervous? Why are you nervous? It seems that I am participating in the martial arts competition today?" Tang Tang felt a little strange.

"Master, have you forgotten? Today is also the time when the handyman monk is determined/identified."

"If the identity is confirmed, I will have to shave my hair off." Ji Mingzhi touched/touched his hair with complicated emotions, but he was full of confidence, and he didn't feel at all that he would be swept out.

hair?Tang Tang's face darkened, this brat really can't open any pot, he doesn't have hair yet!

"Then can I, like the master, directly bypass the identity of the handyman monk and enter the outer hall?" A little depressed, the child seemed to be full of hope in an instant, looking at Tang Tang and asked.

Tang Tang, "..." I seem to have forgotten that I am wearing the shell of a genius...

But he can't lose face in front of his apprentice, he is a master now, at least he has to fool his apprentice.

"Xiao Mingzhi, have you worked hard enough recently?" Tang Tang said suddenly with a solemn expression.

Ji Mingzhi also had a serious face when he was intimidated by him, and he bowed to him, "Yes, master, I think I work hard enough."

"So do you have enough talent? Do you have enough confidence?" Tang Tang asked again.

Ji Mingzhi paused, pinched his clothes with his hands, and then said: "I don't know the specifics of my talent, but compared with others, I think it is above average, so I have enough confidence."

"You have confidence, hard work, and talent, so do you think you will succeed?" Tang Tang asked again.

Ji Mingzhi was silent again, this time for a little longer, before he said, "I don't know...Master."

Tang Tang laughed, "Then on the other hand, if you have a certain talent but don't work hard at all, do you think you can succeed?"

"It will definitely not succeed." Ji Mingzhi blurted out without thinking.

Tang Tang spread his hands, "Look, this is it."

"Working hard may not be successful, and not working hard and not paying is definitely not successful. In this case, what else do you have to worry about?"

"It's unreasonable to think about it, as long as you do it, you don't regret it, so why bother to think about whether it's successful or not."

"No matter how much you think about it, it's better to do it."

Ji Mingzhi lowered his head, thought for a while, and then nodded solemnly to Tang Tang, "I understand, master."

Tangtang wiped his sweat in his heart, but at least he flickered away again, then got out of bed and began to clean up by himself.

After he finished washing and left the wing room, the sun gradually rose, and today the snow stopped, the ground and the roof were covered with a layer of light silver, reflecting the sunlight, the light seemed to be much brighter.

Today's martial arts competition is regarded as a major event in Shaolin. Disciples from the outer hall are promoted to the inner hall. If they are lucky, they can even ascend to the sky in one step and become the disciple of a certain great monk. As for the matter of the monk, it was put at the end.

The handyman monk can be regarded as the Miao Miao of the next generation of Shaolin disciples, this matter is big or small, but it is a ritual that must be carried out.

After all, those who can become disciples in the outer hall in half a year as a handyman like Monk Zijing are, after all, very few among the very few.

Ji Mingzhi was in a calm state of mind at this time, but he was not that nervous. Anyway, he had done what he had to do, and he could only continue to wait for the result.

The little fat man saw Ji Mingzhi's back in the crowd, walked over quietly, and suddenly poked his finger, but Ji Mingzhi grabbed it with his hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" Ji Mingzhi frowned.

The little fat man stuck out his tongue, "You really look like a little old man, it's really boring."

"It's boring and you still come to provoke me." Ji Mingzhi snorted.

"That is, if I can really lead you on the road, then I, Yu Hao, will definitely be a master of the future." The little fat man waved his hands with a proud face.

Ji Mingzhi "..." Take him on the road?Bring it into the pit!

"Dang! Dang! Dang!" Three crisp bells rang.

Listening to the sound, it was obviously not the big bell of the bell tower, but a small bell placed on the side of the stand that was several times smaller.

The sound of the bell gradually dissipated, and the whispers of the monks below naturally fell silent.

Ji Mingzhi and Yu Hao looked at each other, and they both kept their mouths shut.

The previous literary examinations were held in the east courtyard of the gate of the Heavenly King Hall, but this time the martial arts competition was held in the west courtyard of the gate of the Heavenly King Hall.

Buddhism talks about the bliss of the West, so the West is respected, so only major events will be carried out in the West Court.

After the abbot and everyone took their seats, a monk stepped forward and recited the Buddha's name, "The finals of the martial arts test will start now."

On the square of the West Courtyard, three monks walked up in a short while, one was a monk referee, and two were finalists.

Tang Tang breathed out from below, and a little tear came out of the corner of his eyes.

No matter how lively the fight is, in his opinion, this kind of martial arts competition is really boring.

At this time, he was fantasizing about Xiaoyugan in his heart, and made up his mind to leave Shaolin as soon as possible. This Shaolin is simply torture for foodies.

No wonder Yang Fan would throw it to himself, he must also be tired of eating vegetarian food.

In fact, Tang Tang also knew that as long as he could become an inner disciple of the Arhat Hall and become an official monk, he could eat meat.

Monks avoid meat, originally referring to spicy food, such as pungent food such as onion, ginger and garlic, but at some point, it also began to refer to meat.

But for Shaolin monks to practice martial arts, they must need a lot of food to supplement their flesh/body. Otherwise, if they only eat vegetarian food, they will all be thin and thin, and they will not be able to lay a foundation for martial arts.

So Shaolin does not have such a big taboo for meat, and even occasionally has meat porridge... but it is tasteless.

Whether it's whole grains or meat porridge mixed with pureed meat, the taste is quite mild. If it weren't for some pickles or something, Tang Tang might not be able to eat it at all.

The fight above was in full swing, but Tang Tang's thoughts drifted to nowhere.

Leaving Shaolin, it is easy to think, but it is very difficult to actually do it.

In this world, worshiping a great sect is a very prudent thing in itself, one must investigate one's background and identity in detail before the sect can accept disciples.

If the goal is clear, it is okay to say that it is only for Shaolin lay disciples. As long as the skills are second-rate and they can pass the Eighteen Bronze Man Lane, they can leave Shaolin.

But the status of lay disciples is limited, at most they can only be disciples of the outer hall of Shaolin Arhat Hall, and the martial arts they can practice are also limited.

The lay disciples who can really practice the top skills are either the predestined disciples whose secular fate has not yet been fulfilled, or who have to re-enter Shaolin after repaying the secular fate; or the real local tyrants who have invested a lot of incense money; That is, Shaolin owes people karma, which is similar to the second one. After all, money is also a kind of karma.

The shell that Tang Tang is wearing now cannot be some lay disciple.

Lay disciples who entered Shaolin only needed to shave their hair and did not need to order a precept, but Tang Tang had six ring scars permed on his head, which showed that he was Shaolin's default identity. If he wanted to leave Shaolin, he couldn't follow the path of a lay disciple.

Then there are only two left, one is for violating precepts, being abolished of martial arts, and expelled from the sect; The experience of going down the mountain was simply ignored by Tang Tang.

It is said that following the eminent monks down the mountain, only students with second-rate skills can be selected, let alone the Eighteen Bronze Man Formation, which is at least two or three times more powerful than the Eighteen Bronze Man Alley, without first-rate skills. Don't even touch it—and Tangtang's current skin is barely third-rate.

After all, with his current status, he has only been practicing martial arts for more than a year, no matter how tough he is, it is impossible for him to become top-notch.

So this created a dilemma, that is, in a short period of time, Tang Tang couldn't leave Shaolin at all.

Even if he is a genius monk, he can be classified as a heavenly figure after two years, but this also means that he has to stay in Shaolin for more than a year, and there is no guarantee that he will be sent down by then. Selected by eminent monks who do things.

What a tragedy!

Thinking that he had to spend at least one year in prison in Shaolin, Tang Tang couldn't help feeling sad, and had the urge to hide his face and cry.

Sure enough, this identity is a headache, Yang Fan probably threw it to himself because of this, I'm really T/M/D pitiful.

So looking back, how did Yangfan enter this world first?Furthermore, since it is a team task, then the identity that I am going to bear now must be useful, and it is impossible for the Lord of Yandao to do useless things.

Tang Tang was thinking about Fu Pian, when he suddenly heard a clang in his ear, and there was a tingling sensation of being pricked by countless needles on his bare skin.

Surprised, he turned his head to look behind him.

Humming humming, three soft beeps in succession, the mighty sword energy swept across.

The sword energy did not kill, just like a breeze blowing on the face, but it swept away the entire Shaolin West Courtyard, making most of the monks stand still.

Countless white petals fluttered along the sword energy, swirling and falling from the sky.

At the highest place in the west courtyard, all the first seats put their hands together, and recite the Buddha's name at the same time as the Shaolin abbot who sits in the very center——

【Amitabha! ! 】

The voice was calm and upright, causing everyone to tremble/body, waking up suddenly from being stimulated by the sword energy.

Tang Tang narrowed his eyes, what's going on?

Thinking back to the question he just thought of, how did he get out of Shaolin?Could this be his chance?

Or...is this the road Yangfan paved for him?

Surrounded by the sound of the sword, the Buddha's name whispered, and at this moment, several white silks were thrown out of the sky.

Several women, carrying a golden sedan chair, floated there stepping on the white silk.

The Shaolin martial arts competition came to an abrupt end.