The dining hall in the Servant Courtyard is simple and old, with wooden tables and strips and benches, and green lamps shine on people.

I didn't know if I didn't look at it. I was shocked when I saw it. When Meng Qi entered the dining hall, he realized that there were 50 or 60 people. In this way, the monks in Shaolin might have been tricked by thousands of people.

Among the dusty monk robes, no one noticed that Meng Qi and the new little monks were sitting on benches, waiting for the rotating monks to come in with food boxes.

"My junior brother, sit here." Meng Qi was in a secret and was trapped in a strange place. It was rare to have a stupid Zhenhui with him. Therefore, he, who adhered to the mentality of an adult, took good care of Zhenhui, which was also considered to relieve the fear of life.

Zhenhui's expression was always serious, and she couldn't tell any timidity. She sat opposite Meng Qi with her eyes concentrated on the nearby food box.

"This kid wasn't so hungry before, right?" Meng Qi murmured quietly, suspecting that Zhenhui's IQ was flawed, otherwise she wouldn't be so dull.

The rotating monks finally picked up the food box to Meng Qi and the others' table. When the lid was opened, the fragrance came to their noses and penetrated into their hearts.

"It smells so good!" Meng Qi couldn't help but exclaim, and thought suspiciously: "Is Shaolin's 'chef' really high-level? Or is it because I'm too hungry?"

The serious monk bent down and took the food out of the food box and placed it on the table one by one. Meng Qi looked at it and was stunned. This seemed to be probably meat?

In the simple sea bowl in the center, the fat and oily blocky thing should be meat?

But this is the monk temple!

Meng Qi picked up the chopsticks in disbelief and planned to pick up a piece to taste, but a few swishes, and chopsticks were stretched out in front of the left and right sides, and the suspected meat in the bowl immediately lost a whole layer. The monks at this table were all extraordinary when they snatched food.

Seeing Zhenhui biting her mouth so badly, Meng Qi became more and more sure of her guess. While sighing that they could really grab it, she grabbed a piece and stuffed it into her mouth.

It is fat but not greasy, melts in the mouth, and has a great taste. It is really delicious!

But TMD is really meaty!

Meng Qi felt that only by swearing can he express his current mood. One is to cheer for his mouth, and the other is to express his incredible mood.

"Hey, junior brother." Meng Qi called Zhenhui softly.

Zhenhui was flying with chopsticks, her mouth was constantly on the way, and her little face with a pretty face was full of concentration: "Hmm?"

"This is meat!" Meng Qi felt that he had the obligation to remind his junior brother not to fall into a trap and violated the precepts.

Zhenhui nodded sincerely and said vaguely: "It's meat."

I'm not asking you... Meng Qi feels that communication with Zhenhui is a bit difficult.

At this time, someone next to him said coldly: "Before 'open up', just quit meat."

"Isn't meat just meat?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously, and then he realized that the person sitting next to him was the Zhenguan of "roommate".

Zhenguan did not stop eating and said with a slight sarcastic expression: "You are a child of a noble family, but you can't even understand the word "meat"?"

This hit Meng Qi's weakness and didn't know how to answer for a moment. Suddenly, a young monk with sparse eyebrows slanted in front of him smiled and said, "Mutual and spicy refers to things with rich taste, not specifically meat. However, for the past hundred years, people have often replaced meat with meat, but the junior brother doesn't know that it is normal."

Meng Qi nodded gratefully, and the young erotic monk continued, "Originally, only banned killing, meat-spicy, and meat-spicy, and later compassionate, and gradually banned it. However, I, Shaolin, are the sect of martial arts in the world, and my disciples do more to strengthen the body. If I don't eat meat and have no spiritual herbs to replenish the elixir, it will inevitably lose the body. Therefore, the "Shaolin Precepts" says that before the enlightenment, my disciples only banned meat-spicy, but they cannot kill."

In other words, just ask lay disciples or farmers at the foot of the mountain to slaughter them? Meng Qi roughly understood what happened. As a martial arts Buddhist, Shaolin must consider the situation of disciples in the physical stage, so he used the original intention of Buddhism to open up the Internet.

Seeing that the young erotic monk was very talkative and well organized, Meng Qi felt good about it and asked with a smile: "Don't you know the Dharma name of Senior Brother?"

"Mantra." The wooden chopsticks in the hands of the young servant monk also did not stop.

Meng Qi then asked: "My junior brother is really determined. How dare you ask me, what does 'open-minded' mean?"

He relied on his young body and could completely shirk his doubts because he had not been taught by his family.

Zhenyan laughed and pointed at the wooden table with his left hand: "I will know in the future, let's take care of the mouth and stomach first."

Meng Qi followed his finger and saw that the dishes in the seven or eight sea bowls on the table were half empty!

Damn! These bitches, don’t wait for me!

After cursing secretly, Meng Qi picked up the wooden chopsticks and joined the team to grab food.

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After finally having enough food, Meng Qi wiped his mouth and returned to the Zen room with Zhenhui like a walk after dinner.

"Hey, to be honest, the level of the meal is still a bit bad. At first I thought it was probably too hungry to feel delicious." Meng Qi touched his stomach, burped, and commented on this dinner.

Zhenhui thought about it seriously: "I can't compare to this time before, but since you think it's a little worse, then it's a bit worse."

"Ah, believe me so much?" Meng Qi saw that Zhenhui was speaking in a very organized manner and felt that he seemed to be helpless, so he asked curiously as he said.

Zhenhui raised her hand and touched her bald head, saying a little embarrassedly: "I think senior brother, you are a good person. You don't hate me as much as others, so I believe you."

"On the Relationship between Childhood Encounters and Mental Illnesses"... This content appeared in Meng Qi's mind for some reason.

Just as he was about to brag about his bad habits and establish the glorious image of his senior brother, Xuanxin walked over with her belly and said, "Hey, you two, go clean the yard, wait for Uncle Master, I want to expand your experiences in the world."

Enlarge the experiences of Jianghu? Meng Qi suddenly became interested. After asking the location of the broom storage, he called Zhenhui and went to the warehousing room in the corner of the yard.

As a traitor monk, you must have the awareness of being arranged at any time. Meng Qi is not opposed to this. As long as it is not too much, it is enough to not target it specifically. Just like when studying or working, the head teacher or boss assigns tasks and arranges a big cleaning, it is not a rare thing.

Brush the broom sweeps across the gray stone brick floor, raises dust and removes fallen leaves.

Meng Qi and Zhenhui's undeveloped bodies are a bit reluctant to waving the broom, but they are quite relaxed. After all, the yard is often cleaned and not too dirty.

As he swept, Meng Qi suddenly had a strange and interesting idea, and he smiled and pretended to be an old voice: "Little junior brother, are we considered Shaolin sweeping monks?"

Tsk, the path to advancement for a generation of experts.

"Well, the sweeping monk." Zhenhui continued to sweep without raising her head.

Meng Qi's smile stuck to his mouth, and he said in his heart: "It's boring not to understand the joke!"

After calming down, Meng Qi cooperated with Zhenhui and cleaned the yard before dark. Then he saw a group of gray-clothed monks carrying the benches from the dining hall into the yard, and each placed it in a mess without any chaotic manner.

"I'm very skilled..." Meng Qi wondered if Xuan Xin often expanded his knowledge of the world?

When it was dark, Xuanxin, who had been eating greasy, walked out of her own Zen room, and immediately several errand monks greeted her, and those who set up stools and those who set up stools, were very attentive.

"Senior Brother, what is the experience of the world?" Mu Mu's dull Zhenhui seemed to be a little interested in this.

"This, this is a long story. After Master Xuanxin talks, I will explain it to you slowly." Meng Qi, who was just a newcomer, didn't have the time to explain the term "complex" to Zhenhui. He sat on a bench, waiting for Xuanxin to begin.

Xuan Xin looked around, saw the look of desire with satisfaction, coughed and said, "Today I will continue to tell you the battle I experienced in Jiangzhou City."

"So, the 'Flying Yasha' Yan Wuwo and the 'Ice Fairy' Ye Yuqi are both famous figures on the ground list. In that battle, they fought a hundred miles of land and the river was frozen. Uncle, I am kind, how could I bear to see all the people being robbed? So I pronounced the Buddha's name and wanted to transform the two people's personal grievances..."

He spoke in a daze, but the serious monk below had different expressions, most of which were half contempt and half expectation.

"Uncle Xuanxin is so powerful?" When listening to the anecdotes in the world, Zhenhui was much more active than usual, and seemed to have the same interest in it for food.

The sleepy monk in the front row really didn't look back, and said as thin as a mosquito and flies: "'Fei Tian Yasha' Yan Wuwo is the head of Jiangzuo's 'Zombie Fist', and the 'Ice Fairy' Ye Yuqi is the wife and sister of Mr. Lu Da, Huamei Villa in Northern Zhou. They are both in the top 30 of the earth's list, similar to the first two courtyards of my Shaolin Damo and Bodhi."

Bodhi, the first two academies of Bodhi, and the deacon monk of the Servant Academy... Meng Qi instantly understood that Xuan Xin was bragging. Of course, he was very skillful in bragging and cleverly grafted the major events that had happened to him.

This sleepy monk Zhenying is more knowledgeable than the cold monk Zhenguan?

Zhenhui continued to ask blankly: "Uncle Xuanxin is so powerful!"

He couldn't understand the implicit meaning of the truth.

Meng Qi pulled his monk's robe and whispered: "The first one is much better than Master Xuanxin."

"But..." Zhenhui also wanted to ask why he could stop this battle since Uncle Xuanxin was not powerful, but Meng Qi waved his hand and asked him to go back and ask again, so as not to be angry and punished by Xuanxin.

Xuan Xin was speechless, and it took a while to finish the anecdotes of "Ten Thousand Family Births of Buddhas". Finally, he looked at Meng Qi, Zhenhui and other new novice monks: "Do you have anything to ask? I know everything about the world, uncle, I know everything."

Meng Qi quickly said, "Uncle Xuanxin, we know very little about the world. Many of you can't understand what you said."

"It makes sense. If you don't understand, you can't really feel my majesty." Xuan Xin nodded and cleared her throat. "Then I will introduce you to common sense in the world first, and start with our four major Buddhist temples."

"Thank you, Master Xuanxin." Meng Qi said happily.

Xuan Xin said proudly: "Although there are many martial arts sects and sects in the world, when it comes to those who can hold martial arts niu'er, there are only four Buddhist temples, three Taoist sects, six swords, six branches of the world, nine evil demons, fourteen families, and six heretic masters."

Speaking of the six heretic masters, he was not sure, but this did not prevent him from continuing: "The four Buddhist temples are my Great Jin Shaolin Temple, the Northern Zhou Shuiyue Temple, the Western Regions Vajra Temple, and the Lanke Temple."

When he mentioned Lanke Temple, he paused again, showing a not sure look, and then became angry and said, "Actually, I have never understood why Lanke Temple was included in the four Buddhist temples. No one knows their location, and the descendants rarely travel in the world, and there is no deed that is famous all over the world."

It seemed that the other monks heard this for the first time and asked curiously: "Since that is the case, why should Lanke Temple be included in the four major Buddhist temples?"

Xuanxin began to be proud again and said as if she was showing off: "It is said that when the abbot was young, he once met the descendant of Lanke Temple. Later, he only said one sentence to this matter: 'If you are destined, Lanke Temple will be close to the end, and if you are not destined, you will be close to the end of the world."

The world is close to you, the world is close to you?

What a mysterious one!

Including Meng Qi, all the monks in gray were shocked, confused, curious and frightened.

Seeing that he was shocked by the tragic monks, Xuan Xin laughed: "Go back to the point, let's talk about my Shaolin Temple first."

"Ten thousand years ago, the devil Buddha was suppressed by the Buddha in a chaotic world, but the "Tathagata Divine Palm" was scattered and disappeared. Until two thousand years ago, my Shaolin ancestor Bodhidharma came from the southern desert and crossed the river with a reed. He accidentally obtained the third form of "Tathagata Divine Palm". Only one of the highest unique skills of Buddhism reappeared in the world."

"Although there is no general outline, the master Bodhidharma has been granted by heaven. He has been facing the wall for ten years and has learned the "Yi Jin Jing" and many unique skills from the third form of the Tathagata's Divine Palm. He created my Shaolin lineage. In just a hundred years, he has become the world's martial arts sect. Later, he experienced the power of the generation of ancestors and the common power of the monks. I have already had seventy-two unique skills in Shaolin. Even the same treasure as the "Yi Jin Jing" has more "The Great Dream of the True Sutra" and "Moke Demon Fist". Which ancestor or monk created and obtained it will be discussed in the future."

What are the demon Buddhas, what are the "Tathagata's Divine Palm", what are the "Great Dreams True Sutra" and "Mo Ke Demon Fist", Meng Qi's mind swaying and his yearning suddenly arises. The martial arts in this world are probably not as simple as he imagined, and there are all gods and Buddhas! Of course, it may be just a legend.

Cough, Xuan Xin suddenly coughed and said with a smile: "It's late at night, I'll talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, he immediately stood up and flashed into the meditation room.

This is so irritating! Meng Qi is about to listen to the 72 unique skills, Vajra Temple and other things, but now he is really scratching his ears and his head, and his heart is unbearable, but Xuanxin has already left.

After packing up the yard, Meng Qi and Zhenhui returned to the Zen room silently. Zhenguan and Zhenying were already asleep, and the sound of breathing lasted for a long time.

The two of them did not speak, and each removed their shoes and socks and lay on the bed, as if they were still immersed in the martial arts world described by Xuan Xin just now.
To be continued...