Chapter 2 Starting as a Monk

If God gave Wang Sheng another chance, he would not choose to return to his hometown to open a small convenience store, and he would not think about spending his days leisurely all day, so that he would not get the Lao Shi system, and would not have to save Tang Seng and his disciples, let alone think about it. Need not! Well, be a monk!

——Wang Sheng Quotations

Wang Sheng opened his eyes blankly, and the dim light allowed him to see the surrounding environment clearly.

He appeared in a simple house with only a wooden bed placed against the window, and the dim light came through the wooden window.

"What is this place."

"Drip, come to Journey to the West, the mission has officially begun."

The sound of the mechanical system sounded, and Wang Sheng woke up. He suddenly realized that he had already crossed.

The system sound did not stop and continued.

"Mission Background Introduction: Tang Monk's master and apprentice passed Wuzhuang Temple, and was invited by Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal, to settle in it, and offered ginseng fruit to Tang Monk. Zhu Bajie stole ginseng fruit because of gluttony, and accidentally destroyed the ginseng fruit tree, so he was suppressed. Yuanzi hunted down."

"Mission status: Tang Seng and his disciples have been arrested by Zhen Yuanzi after returning from Wanjie Asylum."

"Task requirements: Rescue Tang Seng and his disciples within one month."

"Punishment for mission failure: stay in Journey to the West forever."

The system reminder was over, and Wang Sheng looked at the kitchen knife in his hand in a daze, not knowing what to say.

He accepted the system and knew that he had to do the task, but it shouldn't be too boring.

Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal! ?

Why is it this great god! There are so many monsters in Journey to the West Nine Nine Eighty-One, you can just pick any one!

Uh, it seems that he is not an onion if he is picked at random.

Thinking about it this way, Wang Sheng was relieved. Zhen Yuanzi seemed to be fine. Compared with monsters, he at least had a human appearance. He was also a well-known Taoist cultivator in the world, and he should talk about compassion.

"No matter what, we must find the Great Sage, and then ask the Great Sage to go to Guanyin Bodhisattva and save the ginseng fruit tree." The only way he could think of was to try his best to get the plot back on track.

But the next moment, Wang Sheng frowned. Now that the Great Sage has been driven back to Huaguo Mountain by Tang Seng, how can he find him smoothly.

At this moment, the system sound suddenly sounded.

"Here, remind me, Journey to the West Guanyin of the South China Sea mysteriously disappeared half a year ago and cannot be found."

The ruthless news came out of nowhere, and Wang Sheng was dumbfounded.

Avalokitesvara is gone? Guanyin can disappear?

This Nima is too pitiful, how can he save the ginseng fruit tree without Guanyin telling him.

"No, you can't just sit and wait, first find out where you are now." Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and stood up.

At this time, the door of the hut was suddenly opened, and the dark room was suddenly brightened.

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged monk, wearing a monk's uniform with a bare head and a serious face. At this moment, he looked at Wang Sheng's half sleeves and big pants, and frowned.

"Gather at the main hall quickly. Your group is about to start getting started. Put on your monk's clothes and follow me." He said, throwing a set of monk's clothes on Wang Sheng's bed.

Wang Sheng took it in a daze, why is he a monk?

He looked at it carefully, and was suddenly stunned. The monk was covered in white light, just like the gods he had seen in TV dramas.

He blinked incredulously, and looked again that the white light had disappeared.

At this time, the system prompts.

"Character: Zen Deacon."

"Level: Innate."

Zen deacon, innate? what the hell.

Suddenly, there was an extra stream of information in his mind, which actually explained in detail the division of cultivation realms in Journey to the West.

Practitioners in the Journey to the West start from the day after tomorrow, refining and transforming qi gradually into innate, refining qi and transforming gods to gather primordial spirits, refining gods to return to the void to condense golden pills, and finally refining the void and combining the Tao to become immortals.

The middle-aged monk is in the second stage of practice. Innate, that burst of white light is also the spiritual light of practice that Wang Sheng saw because of the relationship between the system.

And the system prompts that the gap between him and the middle-aged monk is a hundred times! ? Doesn't this mean that he can crush the young master to death with one finger? Wang Sheng trembled all over.

The middle-aged monk frowned and stared at Wang Sheng coldly. This is a disciple recommended by which family, and he was so stupid that he didn't take any action for a long time.

"Hurry up!"

Wang Sheng shivered subconsciously. Seeing that the middle-aged monk became more and more impatient, he hurriedly took off his casual pants and changed into a monk's robe.

"Alright." He patted his head with a smile.

There is no hope for the mission for the time being. He has already started to plan for himself to stay in the Westward Journey World. In such a dangerous and unfamiliar environment, he is still an innate master in front of him, so it is better to be obedient.

The middle-aged monk snorted coldly, turned and left, and Wang Sheng hurriedly followed.

After leaving the house, the light came on, and there was a long vermilion wall in front of it, with a Zen character written in white dye in the center of the wall.

There is also a small door-like exit next to the word Zen, and a bamboo forest can be seen looming behind the exit.

The environment is deep and the air is fresh. Is this what the system calls Zen?

Wang Sheng noticed a row of simple houses behind him, and the house he just came out of was among them.

At this moment, there is already a row of people in monk clothes standing by the wall. They all have young faces, but each of them has long hair fluttering and looks full of the sense of the times.

"All follow me."

Wang Sheng was arranged at the end of the team, and the deacon monk was the first to pass through the wall through the small door.

The Zen temple is really big. After passing several long walls and several bamboo forests, we walked through it for a while, and the deacon monk didn't stop until a square suddenly appeared in front of him.

There are many monks sitting on the ground doing homework in the square, and there is a magnificent Buddhist temple on the edge of the square.

The middle-aged deacon led Wang Sheng and the others through the group of monks and came to the stone steps in front of the Buddhist hall. On the steps was the gate of the Buddhist hall. At this time, there were two monks guarding it. There was a gold plaque on the door, which read , Daxiong Palace!

"Go in, remember not to make noise after entering." The deacon monk warned.

Following the team up the stone steps and into the hall, Wang Sheng felt inexplicably nervous.

There are eighteen arhats enshrined on both sides of the hall, and a big Buddha statue is in front of it. Several old monks are sitting in front of the Buddha statue. Seeing Wang Sheng and the others enter the hall, the leading old monk put his hands together.

"Amitabha, start shaving."

After the words were finished, Wang Sheng saw the first person in front of the team step forward to salute the old monk, and then knelt down in front of the old monk.

Wang Sheng suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Would you like to join my Zen school?" the old monk asked.

"The disciple devotes all his heart to the Buddha, and wishes to be a Zen disciple." The man folded his hands together with a sincere expression.

The old monk nodded, picked up a razor in his hand and put it on the man's head, and a bright bald head came out the moment he raised the knife and dropped it.

Wang Sheng looked at it for a moment, is this a monk who is shaving his head?

What do you mean, the young master will become a monk when he first came to Journey to the West?

The number of people in front of him decreased one by one, and there were more and more bald heads in the hall. When it was finally Wang Sheng's turn, he shivered all over.

"Would you like to join my Zen school?" The old monk asked him.

Wang Sheng's lips trembled, and he stammered a little: "Master, that, can I be a lay disciple."

As soon as these words came out, several old monks who were sitting in the back with their eyes closed opened their eyes at the same time, staring straight at him.

Wang Sheng trembled, because in his eyes, these monks were all shining with colorful lights, and the system also reminded them of their identities and ranks one by one.

"Character: Zen Elder."

"Level: Yuanshen."

These old men are all in the primordial spirit realm! It is the existence of a congenital master who can crush to death with one finger, he has to be afraid, and he doesn't even have the confidence to refuse.

"Oh? Since you can come here, it proves that you are a person who was selected and sent to the Buddha. You are qualified to do the true teaching, so why do you want to be a lay disciple." The old monk was a little strange.

Wang Sheng said, I can't say that I was actually sent directly by the system, and I don't want to be a monk at all.

"Well, I don't think I have enough Buddhist affinity." He made up a nonsense reason.

The monk in charge of shaving has weird eyes. You can come here if you don't have enough Buddhist karma?

"Amitabha!"

At this time, an old monk who had been sitting at the end suddenly proclaimed the Buddha's name, stood up and came to Wang Sheng. He sat down cross-legged, and then spoke with a smile.

"Where are you from?"

Wang Sheng was shocked, this old man is a bit unusual.

"Character: Zen Elder."

"Level: Golden Core." This is actually a strong person in the Golden Core realm, and he is only one step away from becoming an immortal, that is, the Golden Arhat realm of Buddhism. The system didn't even remind him before.

Did this old monk see his true origin? Wang Sheng was vigilant, the old monk looked sinister with a smile on his face.

But he couldn't admit his origins even if he was killed.

Thinking that these monks like to play tricks, he tried: "Where do I come from?"

The old monk's eyes lit up, and he stared at him closely, "Where are you going?"

Wang Sheng was a little nervous, "I'll go somewhere."

After hearing this answer, the old monk burst into laughter, the laughter became louder and louder, and gradually the sound shook Hongyu, as if it was about to collapse the hall.

"Okay, okay!" The old monk praised three times in a row, and the old monk looked at Wang Sheng with a rosy face and was very satisfied.

Wang Sheng's trembling became more severe. He noticed that not only this old monk, but also other old monks looked at him with strange eyes, as if they were about to swallow him alive.

"I didn't expect this Buddhist son to come out of my Zen school. It's really a sign of the great prosperity of Buddhism. It's safe for such a poor monk to go." The old monk folded his hands and sighed in a low voice.

"Senior Brother (Senior Uncle)." A few old monks behind him suddenly said with grief.

"You don't need to persuade me, I've made up my mind, and this time I decided to go out to find a successor." The old monk shook his head gently at the old monk behind him.

Wang Sheng was confused. Is this a melodrama?

But the next moment he was dumbfounded, and saw the old monk's eyes shoot out two golden lights towards the center of his brow, he suddenly let out a cry of pain and fell to the ground, at the same time, he felt his body warm and seemed to be very comfortable.

In just a few seconds, the golden light dissipated, and Wang Sheng fainted to the ground.

But the old monk in front of him seemed to be sucked dry, his whole body was skinny like a skeleton, but he still had a smile on his face and folded his hands together.

"Amitabha." After that, he closed his eyes peacefully, and there was no more movement.

Several old monks in the main hall cried out in mourning: "Amitabha!"