The sky is as clear as a blue sky, blue and pure as a thorough blue, and there is no white cloud.

It's really good weather... After Meng Qi opened his eyes, this beautiful picture came into his eyes. He suddenly felt like he was a big dream and the bed was soft and hard to leave.

As soon as he was born, Meng Qi felt his body shaking violently, and a hurried and nervous male voice came from his ears: "Second Young Master, are you awake?"

Young Master Meng Qi subconsciously turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with a nervous face. He had an extremely eye-catching horse face and five long goatee-like beards, but this was not the point. The point was that he had a scarf on his head and a wide shirt and big sleeves.

What is the situation?

"Second Young Master, are you okay?" The middle-aged man stroked Meng Qi's body up and down, scaring him so much that he thought he had encountered the slutty maniac. He hurriedly turned over and sat up and retreated, but the other party's hands were like a pair of iron pliers, making his struggle useless. He felt a warm current flowing in his body, dispelling all discomfort, and as warm as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

The middle-aged man saw Meng Qi standing up and nodded slightly and said, "It should be fine."

After he got down to the ground and made a judgment, he asked Meng Qi with little confidence: "Second Master, where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

The concern is beyond words.

Meng Qi didn't understand the situation he was in at all, his brain seemed to be in a ball of paste, and said mum: "No."

The expression of the horse-faced man suddenly relaxed, and then he squeezed out a smile that was even worse than crying: "Second Young Master, the Marquis had no choice but to be better in the temple than at home. Don't you think about it, hey, although the ancient Buddha of Qinglan is far away from the world, Shaolin is the sect of martial arts in the world. You may have the opportunity to condense the golden body of the Arhat in the future, and to expose the sufferings of the world. Moreover, since you have the Buddha's fate, there is an unknown old monk who gives you a jade Buddha pendant..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to think that this might be too slim. He felt ashamed, his voice gradually became lower, and his mouth squirmed a few times, and changed his words: "Even if the golden body is hard to achieve, the 72 unique skills of Shaolin Yimen are magical. If you can learn a few things, you will be happy to be in the world in the future and be happy to revenge..."

As he spoke, his voice became lower and lower, like a mosquito and flies. At the end, he simply raised his left hand, covered his face, turned around and left, leaving a sigh like smoke.

Looking at the back of the horse-faced man, he disappeared into the dense forest of mountains and hills in just a few seconds. Meng Qi, who was confused by his nagging words, just wanted to ask:

"Uncle, who are you?"

It's simply inexplicable!

Meng Qi realized at this time that he was not in a familiar place, but in an extremely strange environment.

A place similar to ancient my country!

I just stayed up late to watch the World Cup. Is that what happened? I woke up and traveled through time?

Meng Qi did not suspect that this was someone's prank, nor did he think it was in the costume shooting studio, because when the horse-faced uncle covered his face and left, his steps were as messy and hasty as if there was an evil ghost behind him to seek his life, but his speed was as fast as a shocking horse, which was beyond the reach of a person!

"It's obvious that he is a martial arts master!" Meng Qi said "judgment" based on the novel and TV experience.

"Namo Amitabha, follow me into the temple." Just as Meng Qi's thoughts began to be active, a low Buddha's name suddenly sounded behind him, which scared him so much that he almost screamed out loud.

When is there someone behind me?

I didn't feel anything at all!

After almost twisting his neck, Meng Qi saw a monk wearing a brown monk's robe. He was very tall, but as thin as a bamboo pole, with no special features, but his eyes were lingering depressed, which made it difficult to judge his age. He could be in his forties or fifties, and he was in his early thirties.

Seeing that Meng Qi noticed him, the monk in yellow did not say anything more, and signaled with his eyes, turned around and walked towards the main entrance of the temple.

With yellow walls and black tiles and dark red gates, the front of this temple is no different from the temple that Meng Qi once visited, but it is much larger and wider.

What surprised Meng Qi was that on the gate, a gilded horizontal plaque had three large characters similar to regular script:

"Shaolin Temple"!

It's really "Shaolin Temple"!

The text here is actually very similar but slightly different from the ancient regular script characters!

When he first arrived at a strange and strange place, Meng Qi did not dare to ask questions. He resisted his surprise and doubt and followed the monk in yellow.

Until this time, Meng Qi found that he had short hands and feet. After careful examination, he thought, not knowing whether to be happy or worried: "Alternative 'rejuvenation'..."

Judging from the size of the palm, the whiteness, and the jade pendant worn by the waist, this body is about fourteen years old and is pampered.

"I don't know how this body looks. Only those who are good-looking have youth..."

"In Shaolin Temple, the ancient Buddha of Qinglanterns, what else does it need for youth!"

"I don't know if I can refuse to enter the temple, but now I'm a little body, I'm leaving Shaolin and can't live at all. This is a world with martial arts. I don't know if there are any monsters and monsters... Alas, in many ancient records, those wealthy families have raised children and become popular..."

"According to Uncle Ma Fai, this Shaolin is still a martial arts sect even if it is not the Shaolin. It also has seventy-two unique skills. I wonder if there is "Yi Jin Jing"..."

"I used to fantasize that I would become a hero of a generation and be willing to revenge. Now there is hope, but why am I still unhappy? Computers, mobile phones, the Internet, and family..."

"It seems good to learn some martial arts. Well, what is the golden body of the Arhat?"

Meng Qi seemed to be calm and followed the monks in yellow, passing by monks in gray and yellow, but no one knew that his mind was full of messy thoughts and could not stop at all.

No matter how erratic his thoughts were, Meng Qi could only recognize the reality in the end. With his physical age and abandoned condition, he could only study martial arts in Shaolin Temple for a while.

"I wonder if I can bring art to the secular world in the future? I can quit wine, but I can't quit meat!" Meng Qi felt that he was really "foresighted". He took one step and looked at it a hundred steps, and had already begun to think about what he had learned.

Along the way, the monk in yellow did not pass through the main hall where the Buddha statues were worshipped, but walked around from both sides and crossed several courtyards. He pushed open the door of the main hall for the first time.

The door creaked open, Meng Qi looked out and found dozens of children under the age of fifteen. The youngest was probably only eight or nine years old. They sat cross-legged on the cushion, focusing on a wide-faced and big-eared monk at the top. The monk was also wearing yellow clothes, with a serious expression, and holding a ruler in his hand.

"Namo Amitabha, Senior Brother Xuanzang, what did you do?" The monk with wide face and big ears had a strong voice.

Tsk, I can go to sing bel canto. The more nervous Meng Qi was, the more he couldn't help but think about it. At the same time, he learned the name of Zhugan Monk Xuanzang who took him into the temple.

After Xuanzang lowered the Buddha's name, he said, "Junior Brother Xuanku, this is the child I mentioned before."

He was open and honest, without any intention of giving private statements. The only drawback is that his voice was shriveled and unpleasant, and it was very different from Xuan Ku.

Xuan Ku glanced at Meng Qi and said without a smile: "Come in turn."

Meng Qi looked at him in a little understanding, and Xuanzang beside him pointed to an empty cushion: "Wait for inquiries."

"Yes." Meng Qi has been a person who has worked for several years, and he can still understand this situation, so he quickly sat cross-legged on the futon like other children.

Xuan Ku didn't look at Meng Qi anymore, held the ruler in his hand, and asked a child: "Why is the name of a layman? Why did he enter my Shaolin?"

The child is about ten years old, with red lips and white teeth, handsome appearance, but a little dull: "My name is Fang Aqi, because I can't eat enough, I was sold to a monk."

Puff, several children burst out laughing. They were all the older ones. Fang Aqi's answer was simply cursing the bald donkey in front of the monk! It seemed that he had some problems with his head.

Xuan Ku frowned and said with a slightly dark face: "Don't use the secular name in the future. Your Dharma name is 'Zhenhui' and you will be in the Servant Hospital."

A slight breathing sound came from the mouths of several older and sensible children, and their expressions told Meng Qi that this mail-official hospital seemed not a good place to go.

"Fang Aqi is true wisdom, and true wisdom is Fang Aqi..." Fang Aqi, who was already "true wisdom", chanted in a low voice.

Xuan Ku's eyes turned away and turned to a relatively older child: "Why is the name of a layman? Why did he enter my Shaolin?"

The child should be thirteen or fourteen years old, with a slightly nervous expression, but he still replied smoothly: "Report to the master, his disciple's surname is Liu and his name is Zhi. He was sent to Shaolin because his family admired Buddhism and admired martial arts."

They are children after selection, and their roots and bones are pretty good.

Xuan Ku nodded slightly: "It's quite honest. If you only admire Buddhism, you will be asked to go to the Servant Academy. From today on, your Dharma name is "Zhende" and you will enter the 'Martial Monk Academy'."

"Xie Xuanku Uncle." Zhende clasped his hands together.

According to what he knew, once he had a Dharma name, according to the order of "the mind is empty and there is no Xuanzhen, pure and profound wisdom", he could also directly call Xuanku the uncle before he had a formal master.

Xuan Ku didn't nod at his cleverness, and directly passed him and began to ask other children.

Zhende's heart was condensed. It seemed that Master Xuanku was extremely upright as he was rumored and could not be moved by flattery.

When asked about Xuan Ku's inquiry, Meng Qi initially had a leisurely attitude of watching the fun and getting information, but suddenly, his expression frozen.

"What's my name?"

"What's this body called?"

Meng Qi scraped his stomach and scratched his ears and foreheads, but he could not remember the name of this body. He did not even inherit the memory!

"It's impossible to talk about Meng Qi directly, Xuanzang is still watching!"

"He must know the origin and name of this body!"

"I have to find a way to fool me!"

In front of Xuan Ku, who seemed very strict and serious, Meng Qi did not dare to say too much, did not dare to secretly slap Xuanzang's words, and did not dare to pretend to be amnesia. He could only silently think about other ways to avoid revealing the fact that he traveled through time. There seemed to be a real arhat here!

"Why is the name of a layman? Why did you enter my Shaolin?" Before Meng Qi could come up with a good idea, Xuan Ku had already stood in front of him with a ruler in his hand.

Meng Qi opened his mouth, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and blurted out: "After entering Shaolin, the common name has been forgotten."

After answering, Meng Qi secretly applauded himself. He was so smart and appropriate to the true meaning of Buddhism!

Xuan Ku looked at Meng Qi carefully, shook the ruler in his hand gently twice, and did not ask the answer to the latter question again, and said sternly:
Chapter completed!