Chapter 3 Apprentice Letter

Wang Sheng woke up again.

He straightened up in a daze, and found that he had returned to the previous cabin, still wearing a monk's robe, he touched his head instinctively, then froze, he touched his head again in disbelief.

A moment later, there was a scream from the cabin.

"Master's hair!"

Wang Sheng looked at his head through a basin of water in grief and indignation, the top was smooth and shiny, without a single hair, and with the monk's robe, he had become a brand new monk.

"It's really your uncle's insidiousness!"

Although he was wary of the old monk's smile at first, he still felt very kind, but now that he thinks about it, it's really sinister.

"No, I can't accept my fate. Even if I go outside and get eaten by monsters, I can't be a monk. The old Wang family still relies on me to carry on the family line!"

He gritted his teeth hard, picked up the kitchen knife he brought from the convenience store, stood up and tiptoedly opened the door, but there was no one outside the door, he was overjoyed, and he didn't forget to close it carefully again when he stepped out.

"Uncle Huiming, please follow us to meet the abbot."

Wang Sheng froze, he turned around slowly, behind him were two middle-aged monks looking at him, and respectfully bowed to him.

"Characters: Zen deacons (two)."

"Level: Innate."

Two innate masters! Two innate masters called him uncle?

Wang Sheng's eyes were confused, and it was at this time that he found that a system page suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Character: Wang Sheng, host of Ten Thousand Worlds Shelter."

"Level: Congenital Great Accomplishment."

It's his personal information, but the level actually shows that he is a congenital master!

What the hell?

Wang Sheng clenched his fists strangely, it seemed that there was indeed a powerful force flowing in his body, which made him full of energy and energy all the time.

He suddenly remembered the golden light from the eyes of the old monk in the main hall, could it be that the old monk did it?

"Master uncle, please come with us to meet the abbot." The two monks spoke again.

Wang Sheng hesitated, he wanted to leave immediately in his heart, but this is the base camp of monks, there are innate masters everywhere, and he seems to have benefited from others.

Swallowing his saliva tightly with the kitchen knife in his hand, he still chose to follow the two monks to the main hall.

When I came to the main hall again, there was no one at the door. When the door was opened, I could see an old monk who had never seen before. He was wearing cassock, white beard and white eyebrows, and he was sitting on the futon in front of the Buddha statue. , he slowly opened his eyes.

The two deacons stopped at the door and signaled Wang Sheng to enter the hall.

"Character: Zen Abbot."

"Level: Golden Core."

Wang Sheng swallowed dryly, and threw the kitchen knife away. This old monk is actually a strong man of golden core, so it's better not to act rashly.

He tiptoed a few meters in front of the old monk, and he stopped.

The old monk glanced at him, then clasped his hands together and whispered the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

"Since you have inherited the mantle of senior brother, you should join my Zen school and become a member of my Buddhist sect. I will teach you the Dharma on behalf of senior brother. What do you want?"

His eyes were cloudy. Although he was staring at Wang Sheng, Wang Sheng couldn't find the focus.

He blinked, for some reason he seemed very nervous in front of the old monk, but he didn't want to just become a monk in a daze, so he asked again: "Well, master, can I not be a monk."

The old monk was taken aback after hearing this, and then smiled unexpectedly, "You really mean what you say."

Wang Sheng nodded nervously.

The old monk smiled again and shook his head, "Amitabha, I have already understood the question and answer between you and your senior brother. You were born as a Buddhist student of my Zen sect, but unexpectedly you have such a confusion. When the time is not up, if you refuse yourself, then go Well, when the time comes, it's time for you to re-enter my Zen." After speaking, he closed his eyes.

Wang Sheng couldn't believe that the old monk let him go just like that!

He saluted the old monk excitedly and was about to turn around and leave. The old monk spoke again.

"By the way, Yuan Daxian will hold a ginseng fruit meeting in Wuzhuangguan Town, Wanshou Mountain recently. There will be many virtuous people from the Taoist sect coming. At that time, my Buddhist sect will also participate in one incident. There must be some disputes nearby. You come out Don’t go in that direction after you’ve left the temple.”

Wang Sheng was stunned. Zhen Yuanzi wanted to hold a ginseng fruit meeting? It also involves Buddhism.

He had a flash of inspiration, could it be because of Tang Seng's master and apprentice?

Thinking about it carefully, it is very possible. After all, Tang Seng is the reincarnation of the Buddha's golden cicada. The background of Buddhism is profound. Traveling west to learn scriptures is a good opportunity to promote Buddhism. Buddhism will definitely not give up.

He was overjoyed, isn't this a good opportunity!

If Buddhism intervenes to rescue Tang Seng and his disciples, wouldn't he just be able to take a ride to complete the task, so that he also has the hope of returning home.

"Drip, remind, the task of saving Tang Seng must be personally participated by the host or the host's forces, otherwise the task will be counted as a failure."

The system actually reminded him at this time, Wang Sheng wanted to cry but had no tears, how could the system see the needle.

Isn't this forcing him to become a monk?

Hesitating and hesitating, he turned around with grief and resentment in his heart, clasped his hands together in a dignified manner, "Master Abbot, I suddenly feel that being a monk is actually quite good, everything in the world is illusory, like a dream bubble, but the world can't always see it through. It's better to be a monk, maybe you can understand the true meaning of my Buddha."

The old monk was a little surprised, but still nodded with a smile, "In that case, I will accept you into my Zen school on behalf of my senior brother. Your Dharma name is Huiming, and you will take refuge in my Buddha from then on."

Wang Sheng had a clear heart, and after hearing this sentence, he immediately folded his hands together and bowed to the abbot, "Huiming has met the master."

The abbot smiled slightly, "My name is Daoxin, and I am the abbot of Zhengjue Temple. You also have a brother named Hongren, who is not in the temple at the moment, and may return tomorrow, and I will introduce you to him then."

Wang Sheng was taken aback, Daoxin? Hongren? Why does this name sound familiar?

When he realized it, he was dumbfounded. Isn't Daoxin the fourth patriarch of Zen, and Hongren is the fifth patriarch of Zen, that is to say, the old monk in front of him is actually the master of the sixth patriarch Huineng?

The sixth patriarch Huineng, no one in the descendants knows that even a little kid can say a few words about his body being a bodhi tree. Uncle!

He completely forgot about his reluctance to become a monk, and turned to be complacent. No one would believe a master uncle who had traveled through time and became the sixth patriarch of Zen.

"Go back first." Daoxin waved to him.

Returning to the hut in a daze, Wang Sheng sat on the bed, when he found that his personal introduction on the system had changed again.

"Character: Wang Sheng, host of Ten Thousand Worlds Shelter."

"Level: Congenital Great Accomplishment."

"Identity: disciple of the abbot of Zen Zhengjue Temple."

With one more identity, it seems that this page is also changing with Wang Sheng's changes.

Wang Sheng smirked. He changed from an ordinary person to a congenital master. He also worshiped the fourth patriarch Daoxin as his teacher. The most important thing is that the task has a turning point. Although he needs to become a bald man, it is better than seeing no hope.

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At this time, in the Daxiong Palace, a deacon monk stood respectfully in front of Daoxin.

"Abbot, I can be sure that Uncle Huiming is not a disciple selected and sent from below. We really can't find out his layman status. It seems that he suddenly appeared in Xiniu Hezhou."

Daoxin closed his eyes and nodded, "There's no need to look into it. Since Huiming has decided to join my Zen sect, he should abandon the past. In the future, he will be a disciple of my Zen sect. Even if he has worldly grievances, my Zen sect will take over."

"Yes." The deacon monk respectfully replied and then retreated.

Wang Sheng in the hut didn't know that he had been investigated, and he was curiously trying to achieve innate changes in his body.

Ordinary people need to go through the process of returning to the original nature after practicing the innate. This process depends on the individual's talent, and the training time varies, but the shortest takes three years. Because of the old monk's transmission of skills, Wang Sheng directly surpassed the acquired to become a congenital master, and even left Yuan. God Realm is only one step away, it can be regarded as reaching the sky in one step.

After achieving the innate state, Wang Sheng's most obvious feeling is that there seems to be a small oven in his body, his body is warm, and there seems to be a breath of energy flowing in his dantian, making his body lighter and stronger.

Jumping up and down excitedly, Wang Sheng kept experiencing the innate feeling, this superhuman physicality fascinated him.

It wasn't until midnight that he lay on the bed exhausted and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Sheng was awakened by the sound of the temple bell.

Then there were many footsteps outside the door, and the new Zen disciple who was ordained at the same time as him started the morning class. Wang Sheng was completely unaware of this, and he turned over and continued to fall asleep.

But after a while, there was a knock on his door, and a monk shouted outside the door.

"Uncle Huiming, the abbot wants you to go to the Daxiong Palace."

When Wang Sheng heard that it was Daoxin who called him, he immediately became excited. This new master may be his backer in the future, and the task must depend on Buddhism, so he must not neglect it.

He hurriedly put on his monk clothes, washed his brand new bald head with water casually, opened the door and rushed to the Daxiong Hall.

At this time, the sky was just bright, the air was very fresh and cold, and there were already many monks doing odd jobs near the temple. Watching Wang Sheng pass by, he saluted him and watched him curiously. It is not difficult to guess that his identity as the abbot’s disciple may have been leaked. out.

Faced with these slightly envious and jealous eyes, Wang Sheng actually felt that being a monk was quite cool.

Quickly walked across the square in front of the main hall and went up the stone steps of the main hall. There were still two deacons guarding the door of the hall. They already knew that Wang Sheng was the disciple of the abbot, and respectfully bowed to him. sound reminded.

"Uncle Huiming, the abbots of Tiantai Sect, Lu Sect, Tantra Sect, Pure Land Sect and many other eminent monks from nearby are here today, and the abbot is receiving them."

Wang Sheng was surprised, why did so many senior monks gather together and ask him to do so.

He nodded to thank the deacon monk, and then tiptoed into the Buddhist hall.

As soon as he entered, he knew that what the deacon monk said was indeed good, and there were really a lot of monks.

All of them were bald, and there were roughly twenty of them. At this time, there were many tables in the hall like a banquet, and the monks sat or stood behind the tables.

There are not many monks sitting, and most of them are wearing red cassocks. It seems that they are the abbots and eminent monks of various temples mentioned by the deacon monk.

This bald head almost blinded Wang Sheng's eyes. Fortunately, he also had a bald head with reflective skills. When he saw Dao Xin sitting at the table under the Buddha statue, he slipped past from the right side, but not many people noticed.