Chapter 1: Scheming

The sky was clear and blue, without a single cloud in sight.

What a nice day... When Meng Qi opened his eyes, he saw such a beautiful scene, and suddenly felt like he had just woken up from a dream and couldn't get off the bed.

As soon as he sighed in his heart, Meng Qi felt his body being shaken violently, and heard a hurried and nervous male voice: "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 a long beard like five goatees, but this was not the point. The point was that he was wearing a turban on his head and a wide shirt with big sleeves.

What was going on?

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

The middle-aged man saw Meng Qi stand up and nodded gently, "It should be fine."

After making his own judgment, he asked Meng Qi with some concern: "Second Young Master, are you feeling uncomfortable in any other place?"

His concern was beyond words.

Meng Qi didn't understand his situation at all. His brain seemed to be a mess. He said woodenly, "No."

The horse-faced man's expression relaxed immediately, and then he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Second Young Master, the Marquis had no choice. It's better to be in the temple than at home. Don't you think that although there are ancient Buddhas and green lamps here, far away from the world, Shaolin is the world's martial arts sect. Who knows, you may have the opportunity to condense the golden body of Arhat in the future, dominate the world, and transcend the suffering of the world. Moreover, you are born with the Buddha's fate, whether you have The famous old monk will give you a jade Buddha pendant..."

At this point, he seemed to feel that this possibility was too slim, and he felt ashamed. His voice gradually became lower. After moving his mouth a few times, he changed his words: "Even if it is difficult to achieve a golden body, the 72 Shaolin skills are also magical. If you can learn a few, you will be able to travel the world in the future and take revenge. Isn't it happy..."

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

Watching the back of the horse-faced man disappear in the dense forest on the hill in a few seconds, Meng Qi, who was confused by his nagging words, just wanted to ask:

"Uncle, who are you?"

It was simply inexplicable!

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

A place similar to ancient my country!

I just stayed up late to watch the World Cup. Is it necessary to be like this? I traveled through time after waking up from a sleep?

Meng Qi did not suspect that this was a prank by someone, nor did he think that it was a costume studio, because when the horse-faced uncle covered his face and walked away, although his steps were messy and hasty as if there was an evil ghost behind him, his speed was as fast as a frightened horse, which was definitely not something that ordinary people could do!

"It can be seen that he is a martial arts master!" Meng Qi "judged" based on his experience in novels and TV.

"Namo Amitabha, follow me into the temple." Just as Meng Qi's thinking began to become active, a low Buddhist chant suddenly sounded behind him, scaring him so much that he almost screamed.

When did there come another person behind me?

I didn't feel anything at all!

After turning his head and almost twisting his neck, Meng Qi saw a monk in a yellow-brown monk's robe. He was very tall, but as thin as a bamboo pole. His facial features were not special, but his eyes were filled with lingering depression, which made it difficult to judge his age. He could be in his forties or fifties, and in his early thirties.

Seeing that Meng Qi noticed him, the yellow-robed monk said nothing more, signaled with his eyes, and turned to walk towards the main entrance of the temple.

With yellow walls, black tiles, and a dark red gate, the front of this temple was no different from the temples Meng Qi had visited before, except that it was much larger and wider.

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

"Shaolin Temple"!

It really was "Shaolin Temple"!

The characters here were similar to the ancient regular script!

Coming to a strange and strange place for the first time, Meng Qi did not dare to ask questions. He suppressed his surprise and confusion and followed the yellow-robed monk closely.

It was not until this time that Meng Qi realized that his hands and feet were short. After taking a closer look, he thought, not knowing whether to be happy or worried: "An alternative 'rejuvenation'..."

Judging from the size of the palm, the whiteness, and the jade pendant on the waist, this body was probably under fourteen years old and pampered.

"I don't know what this body looks like. Only good-looking people have youth..."

"In Shaolin Temple, there are green lamps and ancient Buddhas. What youth is needed!"

"I don't know if I can refuse to enter the temple, but I can't survive if I leave Shaolin with my small body now. This is a world of martial arts. I wonder if there are still monsters and ghosts... Hey, in many ancient records, it is common for wealthy families to keep male prostitutes..."

"According to the horse-faced uncle, even if this Shaolin is not the other Shaolin, it is still a martial arts sect, and it also has 72 unique skills. I wonder if there is the Yi Jin Jing..."

"I used to imagine myself becoming a great hero, taking revenge, and now I have hope, but why am I still unhappy? Computers, mobile phones, the Internet, and my family..."

"It seems that learning some martial arts is not bad. Uh, what is the Arhat Golden Body?"

Meng Qi seemed to follow the yellow-robed monk calmly, passing the gray-robed monks and yellow-robed monks one by one, but no one knew that his messy thoughts were disturbing and he couldn't stop at all.

No matter how erratic his thoughts were, Meng Qi could only face the reality in the end. With the age of his body and the situation of being abandoned, he could only study martial arts in Shaolin Temple for a while.

"I wonder if I can return to secular life with my skills in the future? I can quit drinking, but I can't quit meat!" Meng Qi felt that he was really "far-sighted", taking one step and looking a hundred steps ahead, and he had already begun to think about what to do after he finished learning.

Along the way, the yellow-robed monks did not pass through the hall where the Buddha statues were enshrined, but walked around from both sides. After passing through several courtyards, he pushed open the door of a hall for the first time.

The door creaked open, and Meng Qi looked far away and found dozens of children under the age of fifteen. The youngest was estimated to be only eight or nine years old. They sat cross-legged on the cushions, and their eyes were focused on a monk with a broad face and big ears at the top. The monk also wore yellow clothes, had a serious expression, and held a ruler in his hand.

"Namo Amitabha, Brother Xuanzang, what are you doing here?" The monk with a broad face and big ears had a deep voice.

Tsk, I can sing bel canto now. The more nervous Meng Qi was, the more he couldn't help but think about it. At the same time, he learned that the monk who brought him into the temple was called Xuanzang.

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

He was frank and had no intention of telling in private. The only flaw was that his voice was dry and unpleasant, which was very different from Xuanku.

Xuan Ku glanced at Meng Qi and said without a smile: "Come one by one."

Meng Qi looked at him in confusion, and Xuan Zang beside him pointed to an empty cushion: "Wait for questioning."

"Yes." Meng Qi had worked for several years, so he could still understand the situation, so he quickly learned to sit on the cushion like other children.

Xuan Ku didn't look at Meng Qi again, holding the ruler in his hand, and asked a child: "What is your secular name? Why did you join my Shaolin?"

The child was probably in his early teens, with red lips and white teeth, and a handsome appearance, but his expression was a bit dull: "My name is Fang Aqi, because I didn't have enough food, I was sold to a monk."

Puff, several children laughed out loud, they were all the older ones, and Fang Aqi's answer was like calling a bald donkey in front of the monk! It seems that he has a problem with his brain.

Xuan Ku frowned and said with a slightly dark face: "Don't use your secular name anymore. Your Dharma name is 'Zhen Hui'. Enter the Miscellaneous Courtyard."

A slight inhalation sound came from the mouths of several older and sensible children. Their expressions told Meng Qi that this Miscellaneous Courtyard didn't seem to be a good place to go.

"Fang Aqi is Zhen Hui, Zhen Hui is Fang Aqi..." Fang Aqi, who was already "Zhen Hui", chanted in a low voice.

Xuan Ku looked away and cast his eyes on a relatively older child: "What is your secular name? Why did you enter my Shaolin?"

The child should be thirteen or fourteen years old. His expression was a little nervous, but he still answered fluently: "Reporting to the master, my disciple's surname is Liu and his name is Zhi. Because my family admires Buddhism and respects martial arts, I was sent to Shaolin."

They are children who have been selected, and their roots are pretty good.

Xuan Ku nodded slightly: "You are quite frank. If you only say that you admire Buddhism, then you will be sent to the errands. From today on, your Dharma name is 'Zhen De' and you will be admitted to the 'Martial Monk Academy'."

"Thank you, Uncle Xuan Ku." Zhen De clasped his hands together and said.

According to what he knew, once he had a Dharma name, according to the order of "empty mind without Xuan Zhen, pure and deep wisdom", he could directly call Xuan Ku his uncle before he had a formal master.

Xuan Ku did not nod for his cleverness, and directly skipped him and began to ask other children.

Zhen De's heart sank. It seems that Uncle Xuan Ku is just as rumored. He is very upright and cannot be moved by flattery.

In response to Xuan Ku's inquiry, Meng Qi initially had a leisurely mentality of watching the fun to get information, but suddenly, his expression froze.

"What is my name?"

"What is the name of this body?"

Meng Qi searched his brains and scratched his ears and cheeks, but he still couldn't remember the name of this body. He didn't even inherit a single memory!

"It's impossible to just say Meng Qi, Xuan Zang is still watching!"

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

"We have to think of a way to bluff him!"

In front of Xuan Ku, who seemed very strict and serious, Meng Qi didn't dare to say much, didn't dare to secretly ask Xuan Zang about something, didn't dare to pretend to have lost his memory, and could only think of other ways silently, so as not to expose the fact that he traveled through time. There seemed to be real Arhats here!

"What is your secular name? 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 light bulb went off in his head, blurting out: "Since I entered Shaolin, I have forgotten my secular name."

After answering, Meng Qi secretly applauded himself, it was so witty and so true to the true meaning of Buddhism!

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

"You are too scheming, so you will be sent to the menial service courtyard, and your Buddhist name is 'Zhen Ding'."