The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

The little monk didn't move.

This came out so suddenly that the little monk was a little at a loss.

Hua Manlou understood it in a moment, Shi Shiran got up, and the smile on his face faded: "Since it is such a grand event in your temple, it might not be appropriate for an eight-year-old child to come on stage?"

He specifically pointed out the young monk's age, hoping that Wu Hua would be able to find out.

Wu Hua smiled lightly: "Don't worry, Mr. Hua, it's already been agreed, I'm embarrassed by the mage's behavior."

The crowd listening piously under the lecture stage was also a little commotion, and even the big monks who were silent in the ancient well couldn't help but look at the young monk with a hint of impatience in their eyes.

From their point of view, this is because the little monk saw that Wuhua was soft-hearted and easy to talk, so he deliberately built a good relationship with Wuhua and let Wuhua deal with him for him, which was in exchange for this opportunity.But not only did he not cherish it, he even acted like this after Wuhua was ready, which was really disgusting.

The little monk glanced around, seeing Hua Manlou's clenched hands from the calm smile on Wu Hua's face, and understood that Wu Hua had come prepared.

If he insisted on rejecting Wuhua's "good intentions" today, tomorrow not only in the world, but even in the eyes of ordinary people who don't understand martial arts, his reputation will become a white-eyed wolf who doesn't know good or bad.

In fact, the little monk didn't care about his reputation that much, but he knew it was not a good thing, and he came with Huamanlou, if his reputation was damaged, then others would not know how to arrange Huamanlou!

More importantly, why did Wu Hua's scheme succeed!

Wuhua has set a trap, so is he going to get in honestly?How can there be such a good thing in this world!The little monk was so angry for the first time, his fingers turned white.

"Okay, since Master Wuhua said so, I can't flatter the Master's kindness." The little monk frowned, his voice was clear and clear, and he specially used his inner strength, so that the whole mountain could hear his voice clearly .

Lu Xiaofeng who had just arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain faintly heard something, and after listening intently, his face suddenly changed.

The little monk had a bright smile on his face, no matter how you look at it, he is a very cute child. The rich ladies and ladies below were still a little murmured, but now they see such a little fairy boy-like mage, they have been murmured for a long time. I don't know where to throw it, and they all put on a smiling face.

Even if the speech is not good, after all, it is still a child, if it is not good, then the adults who arranged it can only be blamed.Knowing that children are not up to the task, but insisting on children to take the stage, even if you are born with a Buddha heart, you are also limited by your age.

No matter how powerful Wu Hua is at controlling people's hearts, she doesn't understand that it is everyone's nature to be pitiful and weak. Even if there are some flaws with such a small child, most of them will just laugh it off, and will never hold on to it.

But what Wuhua wants is not that these rich ladies are dissatisfied with the little monk, what he wants is word-of-mouth in the world, so it is nothing.

The little monk stepped steadily onto the stage step by step, looked at Wuhua who was retreating behind with a smile in his eyes, and under the smile was surging anger.

Who said children can't get angry, children hold grudges the most.

Hua Manlou's hands were intertwined in the audience, and the fingers that had learned from "Consonant One Finger" were strangled until they turned white and did not feel it.

Compared with the so-called reputation, Huamanlou is more concerned about the physical and mental health of the young monk.At this time, the little monk was obviously different from usual. If he was usually a glutinous rice dumpling, now it was like a pot of boiling water, and his back as he walked onto the stage seemed to be steaming hot.

This is not possible, Hua Manlou was worried.

When the little monk is a little older, he will understand that such calculations are countless in the world. If he is changed by the Wuhua incident here, what should he do if he encounters such a thing in the future?

Hua Manlou didn't want to see the little monk lose his innocence and kindness for ugly things, it wasn't worth it at all.

But now it was the little monk's battlefield alone, if he forced his mouth, it would only make things worse.

The lectern is very big, it is a round platform, about one person high from the ground, and the little monk stands on it, just like the beef in the authentic Anhui beef noodles, pitifully small.

An unknown lady sighed: "How can such a small child be sent here? What is this for?" The tone seemed to be apologizing for the young monk.

When Hua Manlou heard this exclamation, he finally let go of his worries.

It seems that even if the little monk speaks in a mess, it won't be too embarrassing if he just memorizes the "Ksitigarbha Sutra".

Although the little monk didn't like those scriptures all the time, he had a very good memory, and he could remember everything after reading it two or three times, and it was word for word.Even if you don't practice martial arts and go to school, you should be able to come back with a small number one in the exam safely.Huamanlou is very confident about this.

"My name is Shi Xin, and I am not a Shaolin disciple." The clear voice of the young monk was sent to everyone's ears along the breeze, causing another commotion.

How could they not be Shaolin disciples get on the lectern?Shaolin's arrangement this time is a bit outrageous.

Everyone in the audience is a big family who donates a lot of sesame oil money every year. They originally thought that Shaolin Temple wanted to train their own disciples. Although they didn't understand it, they could understand it.But now this little monk came out and said that he was not a Shaolin disciple, which is unacceptable.

The little monk ignored the movement in the audience, took a deep breath, and tried his best to organize his words: "I was invited by Shaolin Wuhua master to be a guest. I thought I came to eat vegetarian food. I didn't expect that vegetarian food can be eaten for nothing. But if you eat something, you have to do free work for Shaolin."

He spoke humorously, with a childlike voice in his words, even when he was complaining, he seemed to be acting like a baby, and the believers in the audience stopped listening for a while.

"But next time you want me to work part-time, you have to tell me in advance. It's very expensive for me to make a move!" The little monk puffed up his cheeks slightly, acting coquettishly, "Besides, I'm very trustworthy. Inform me to come up, what if I behave badly?"

Only the little monk knew that he was really angry, and there was no design in these words, but he knew that he could not be angry on stage, which would make Wuhua even more proud.But the little monk held his breath in his heart, he couldn't vomit, and he simply revealed the truth.

He himself knew about his affairs, but the believers in the audience didn't know, and thought it was arranged in advance.The Buddhist lectures are not always so boring. In order to promote Buddhism, many masters are good at interspersing a few short stories containing Zen in the lectures, and sometimes they will deliberately tell some witty words to attract attention. , so it is not surprising if it is deliberately arranged.

Wuhua didn't even know that even though she still had a smile on her face, her heart was already full of anger.

This remark is really wonderful. It not only explained that the little monk was completely unaware of being called temporarily, but also brought out Wuhua's name and tied it firmly with the "white worker". Although others may not believe it, But in the end it left a dark shadow on his plan.

Originally, Wu Hua thought that she could see the details of Shi Xin clearly, because he was young, he couldn't hide his words, and he couldn't hide his emotions.It can be said that he doesn't know anything about Buddhism, and he can't speak well at all. When he speaks, people choke to death, and he doesn't give anyone face. He doesn't eat hard or soft. hard.

But that's just what he thought.

He had only been with the little monk for a few days, and the little monk didn't like him, so naturally he wouldn't give him any good looks.If Wuhua could communicate with Shangguan Feiyan, he would know what it means to "talk well".

The little monk has never been incapable of speaking well, it just depends on whether he is willing or not.

It's a pity that Wuhua's self-proclaimed perfect plan was defeated by the little monk's mouth.Wuhua had imagined all the reactions of the little monk, but the situation in front of him was something he never imagined.

He thought that the little monk might be so angry that he directly asked to fight him; Argue with him.

He even thought that the little monk would forcefully stand on the stage and speak the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" to show everyone his superficial views.

But he never thought that not only did the little monk not do any of the above things, but he also restrained his anger - of course he could see the anger in his eyes, but so what?The angrier Shi Xin is, the happier he is.

However, after Shi Xin's anger was controlled and even turned into a counterattack weapon, Wu Hua became unhappy.

But it's not over yet, so what if you can only say a few nice words?The most important thing is the "Ksitigarbha Sutra". If he can't explain it, it will still damage his reputation!

The little monk naturally understood: "Although I say this, I have eaten the vegetarian diet of Shaolin. I will try my best to explain the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vows Sutra", but I am young and have insufficient experience. Master Wuhua just flattered me, if I was really born with a Buddha heart, wouldn’t I be as famous as Master Wuhua long ago? If what I said is not good, don’t be angry, there are so many masters in Shaolin Temple, naturally they have a deeper understanding than me.”

These words made sense, and the people below nodded in agreement frequently.Originally, this Dharma relies on the word "enlightenment". Although there are good talents, most people understand more and more as they experience more.If we really want to talk about it, it is still not rigorous enough for Shaolin to arrange such a child on stage, how can we blame the child?

A few shallow fingernail marks have been pinched out of Wuhua's palm, bearing the last breath of Wuhua's heart.

It is absolutely impossible for Shixin to speak the Ksitigarbha Sutra!Wu Hua's chatting these past few days is not for nothing, Shi Xin has already figured out what he knows about Buddhist scriptures, otherwise he would not have arranged such a situation.

But Wu Hua looked at Shi Xin who was a few steps away in front of her. Although he was small, he didn't feel cramped when standing on the stage. Although his back seemed thin, he was very calm.

The nail prints on the palms became deeper.

""The Sutra of the Bodhisattva's Vows", these seven characters, the first six characters are different topics, and the word Sutra is a general topic*..." The little monk stood on the stage, thinking like the Yellow River, and he couldn't speak it in one breath. A little stumbling!

The believers in the audience were already prepared to hear some incomprehensible things, or some naive and ridiculous opinions.But as the little monk continued to speak unhurriedly, it was like clearing the clouds and seeing the fog, enlightening the mind, and he was on par with those masters he had heard before, or even better!

Hua Manlou breathed a sigh of relief, and the two hands that were suddenly released were slightly red because of too much force.

"It's impossible!" Wuhua lost his composure. This was originally his home field, but now the little monk has taken away all his attention!Those believers were all intoxicated by the relieving talk, and even some Shaolin disciples were thoughtful!

But no matter how he couldn't believe it, how much he struggled, the little monk still explained the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" in one breath, and the others were full of praise.

"Senior Brother Wu Hua really has the discerning eye, but I was not smart enough before." Some disciples who opposed Shi Xin's coming to power even ran to apologize to Wu Hua, their faces full of annoyance.

Wuhua put on a smile that was the same as usual: "You are also thinking about Shaolin, how can you be blamed?"

If you want to blame, you can only blame Shi Xin for being too good at disguising.Wuhua lowered her eyelids to cover the black mist in her eyes, and said a word of Amitabha in her heart.

The little monk turned around amid bursts of admiration, smiled brightly, and gently explained to Wu Hua: "Although I don't have enough experience, I have a good memory."

The words that the little monk said today were all taught to him word by word by his master.Even if he couldn't understand it, the little monk took it down carefully and repeated it verbatim, even including the master's tone at that time.

As for the fact that Wuhua didn't find out after several trials, it has nothing to do with the little monk - who would use rote memorization in daily life?It's like memorizing math formulas fluently in an exam and still not doing it.

Although Wuhua's little calculation failed to cause trouble to the little monk, and even made Wuhua shoot himself in the foot, it doesn't mean that the little monk forgave him just like that.

Children are the most vengeful.

"I heard that Master Wuhua is not only exquisite in Buddhism, but also very powerful in martial arts. It just happens to be a good day today. I don't know if I have the honor to ask Master Wuhua for advice on two tricks?" The little monk copied it completely, but in the end he learned neither fish nor fowl.

But this is harmless, as long as the meaning is conveyed.

"There are still a lot of distinguished guests today. It would be bad if they disturbed them. How about choosing another venue for the competition after Master Wuhua finishes speaking?" The little monk thought very thoughtfully. These believers are ordinary people and they should not be involved In the martial arts dispute.

Wuhua raised a small smile: "I wish I could."

The author has something to say: the state of Wuhua is actually anxious, and the next chapter will explain it! !

Note: The * part is from the Lecture Notes on the Ksitigarbha Sutra, which is the version narrated by Master Jingkong. (Source Baidu)

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