The disaster of the world begins with Dongfang Bubai

Chapter 282: The Mind is Already Peaceful, Where is It Not Peaceful? (Two in One)

After a while, Xi Mingzhang noticed Meng Qi tossing and turning on the couch, and knew that he had returned.

When it was almost dawn, a bell sounded in the temple that was no longer as distant and quiet as before. Meng Qiteng was the first to sit up. If the others had not woken up, they would have noticed that something was wrong with his face.

As the lowest-ranking monk in Shaolin Temple, after fetching water and having breakfast, he learned that a disciple of Xuantian Sect was mysteriously murdered, which attracted the leaders of all major sects in the temple to gather in the Main Hall.

The day after the Shaolin Temple sent away the masters and young disciples from various sects, two monks in yellow came to the servants' quarters.

"Uncle Master Xuan Ku, Uncle Master Xuan Chi." A errand monk quickly put his hands together.

The other new monks bowed one after another. Xuan Ku, who had a broad face and big ears, nodded and said:

"Zhenhui, let's go to the Martial Monk Academy tomorrow."

Except for Zhenhui himself who was still a little dazed, most of the menial monks couldn't help but show envy on their faces.

Xuan Chi, who seemed particularly capable and sharp, suddenly looked at Meng Qi, as if he had discovered that his martial arts skills were much better than those of the other monks, and asked:
"Are you Zhending?"

"Yes, disciple." Meng Qi replied with some confusion.

"You will also go to the Martial Monk Academy tomorrow." Xuan Chi looked at Xi Mingzhang again and nodded.
"I think you are sincere. Your temper has been improved to a satisfactory level. You know how to practice the Arhat Fist and are no longer so lazy. You also have a good foundation to be a receptionist monk. Tomorrow, you will go to the Martial Monks' Academy with Zhenhui and Zhending."

When everyone heard this, they all knew that someone had finally escaped from the menial service courtyard and gone to the martial monks' courtyard just by relying on his face.

"Zhending, Zhang Yuanshan of the Zhenwu Sect and Jiang Zhiwei of the Xijian Pavilion both praised you to Brother Zhike, so they allowed you to enter the Martial Monks' Academy. I hope you will be less cunning in the future." Xuan Ku nodded at Meng Qi.

All the monks in the courtyard knew that Meng Qi was judged by Xuan Ku to be too scheming, which was why he was sent to the courtyard. They thought that he was probably scheming again and tried to please Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei in order to get the opportunity to enter the martial monks' courtyard.

When Meng Qi heard this, he naturally retorted with reason and evidence. Xuan Ku had not expected that a menial monk who was about to enter the Martial Monks' Academy would be so bold, so he said, "If you don't have a Zen mind and only try to show off your verbal skills, you will be expelled from Shaolin in the future."

After saying that, he and Xuan Chi strode out of the servants' yard.

Immediately, Zhenhui realized what was going on belatedly and happily started chatting with Meng Qi.

Just as the two were chatting animatedly, a errand monk first congratulated them and then solemnly reminded them that the Martial Monks' Academy was not a paradise. After accumulating great energy, only the disciples chosen by the uncles and uncles could learn the seventy-two unique skills. The rest of the monks would stay in the Martial Monks' Academy and practice the "Dragon Subduing Stick Technique" as a member of the Arhat Array.

Before Meng Qi could speak, Xi Mingzhang said:
"Brother Zhenyan has a lot of ideas, but unfortunately I don't have great ambitions, so I have never thought of learning the seventy-two unique skills. Fortunately, I was born well, and I still have a way to go as a receptionist monk."

After saying that, he walked into the meditation room on his own.

Suddenly, everyone secretly said:
"Sincerely, you are worthy of it."

That night, a servant monk appeared and became resentful and wanted to kill Meng Qi. Xi Mingzhang just watched coldly without saying a word.

Finally, Xuanxin, who was in charge of the menial service yard, made a big deal out of a small matter and made the small matter disappear, and allowed the menial monk, who had a tragic life and a resentful heart, to go down the mountain.

The next day.

Xuan Chi, who was in charge of the Martial Monks' Court, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the martial monks who had entered the temple in the past year, then looked at Xi Mingzhang and the other two, and said:

"From today on, you will learn martial arts from them. The monks who teach are truly amazing."

"Yes." The three of them put their hands together.

The monks had heard before that there had not been any menial monks entering the Martial Monks' Abbey for many years, but they did not expect that three menial monks would enter this time. Due to their pride in their identity as warrior monks, they inevitably felt repulsive towards the newcomers.

Afterwards, because Meng Qi practiced the "Arhat Fist" irregularly, he brought out the characteristics of a protagonist and provoked others to fight with him.

The teaching monk was so amazing that when he saw Meng Qi defeat the best monks in the Martial Monks Academy with his great power, he suppressed his own strength to the awakening stage and fought with Meng Qi at the same level.

Meng Qi benefited from the "Iron Shirt" exchanged in the Six Paths of Reincarnation Space, and relied on the fact that Zhen Miao didn't know his own strength, and won the battle again.

In the following days, the newly-initiated monks practiced martial arts in the martial arts hall, and the martial arts they practiced were the mellow and masculine "Shaolin Heart Sutra".

While in the Martial Arts Hall, there is a rule that you cannot refuse any monk's request for sparring present.

Naturally, Meng Qi was eager for this and was eager to have a real fight with others, so that he could save his life to the greatest extent possible in the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

So, in the next month or so, he defeated the new monks one by one, while Xi Mingzhang stayed quietly in the meditation room, meditating and gathering his energy, as if he was still at the stage of practicing to open up his Dantian.

As the days passed, Xi Mingzhang maintained his image as a person with no ambitions but a good face, and spent his time in the Martial Monks' Academy.

Just like that, I watched Zhenhui and Mengqi worship Xuanbei as their master.

Xuan Bei, a top master before he became a monk, was commonly known as Tang Zhan, nicknamed the Seven Deadly Hands. He was Meng Qi's uncle in physical form. After his family was destroyed, he killed the murderer for revenge, but was hunted down by the murderer's master, the Old Man Crying. As a result, he became a monk in Shaolin. Now he is a high monk who has reached the eighth level of heaven and is a well-known figure among the masters.

Xi Mingzhang was also highly regarded by the senior monks of the Xuan generation in the Martial Monks' Academy, but due to his lazy attitude and lack of any ambition in the martial arts, all they could say was that he was indeed a good candidate to become a receptionist monk.

It’s not that no one was secretly instructing new monks to practice against him in order to stimulate his fighting spirit.

However, when fighting at the same level, he was able to maintain an undefeated record, which made people at a loss as to what to say. There were some gossipers in the Martial Monks Academy who gave him a title, which was unclear whether it was a compliment or criticism, and called him the "Undefeated Monk."

A few months later, with his great power of Qi accumulation, he went to see his uncle who was in charge of reception, left the Martial Monks' Academy, and became one of the many faces of the Shaolin Temple.

On the other hand, a secret book theft occurred in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. Meng Qi was involved in it with his protagonist's physique. He and his master went to the Vajra Temple in the Western Regions to question the theft of the secret book.

When Xi Mingzhang was seeing off the pilgrims, he saw the backs of the three masters and apprentices leaving the temple to attack. He couldn't help but curl his lips slightly, thinking:
"The Thunder Blade Mad Monk and the Raging King Kong are about to appear in the martial arts world."

He was familiar with the original plot line, and knew that this time, he would encounter Xuan Bei's enemy, the Crying Old Man. The Crying Old Man and Xuan Bei fought all the way, and he had no time to care about Meng Qi. He was chased by the Crying Old Man's disciple, the white-headed vulture An Guoxie.

Even when Meng Qi entered the awakening stage, he was still caught by him. It happened that he was reincarnated and inherited the Lei Hen legacy in the world of Fengyun Manor. After returning, he killed An Guoxie.

He met Gu Changqing again by chance, and swept through the Chelie Gorge horse bandits with him. In order to save his junior brother Zhenhui, he killed Qingyushou Yuan Mengzhi in person.

Because he helped Gu Changqing to take revenge and allowed Gu Changqing to kill his enemies, and killed too many horse bandits, he violated the precepts and was expelled from Shaolin by Wu Jing.

Several years passed slowly.

One day, a gray-robed monk in his twenties came to the famous Bronze Man Alley in the temple. When the eighteen young men who looked like golden men saw the handsome gray-robed monk, one of them couldn't help but say:

"Brother Zhenxin, you have come to the wrong place."

"I have been a receptionist for these years and I am a little tired of it. I want to go down the mountain and travel. I hope my fellow monks can give me some convenience." Xi Mingzhang said with a smile.

"Over the years, there has been no monk on the mountain who is more outstanding than you, but in terms of martial arts..." One person shook his head and laughed:
"Everyone knows that you have no interest in martial arts. Since you entered the temple, you have only practiced the most basic Shaolin Heart Method and only know one set of Luohan Fist. Do you think you can get through Tongren Lane with just your face?"

Another person spoke in a cold voice:
"Retreat as soon as possible. If you are allowed to go down the mountain and wander around, it will only bring disgrace to Shaolin's reputation, and you will never be able to get through Tongren Lane."

"Oh, really? Then you know that I am gifted. With only the most basic mental and boxing skills, my martial arts level can continue to rise."

"Not only did the nine orifices open early, the inner world was complete, and the true energy could be released outwards, but after the ancestral orifice between the eyebrows was completed, the powerful mental force opened the gate of life and death, and the inner and outer world echoed each other, building a bridge between heaven and earth, leading the power of heaven and earth into the body, and reaching the half-step external scene."

"Then the inner scene will appear and merge with the heaven and earth. The soul and body will combine with the power of heaven and earth to form a Dharma image, breaking into the realm of the outer scene."

Xi Mingzhang chuckled:
"You should know that in Bronze Man Alley, as long as you condense the four orifices, you can get through it safely. With my current cultivation level that can be called a first-class master in the martial arts world, the so-called Bronze Man Alley can be broken through with a flick of my finger."

"Brother Zhenxin, are you still asleep? You ascended to the outer scene in one step, and when the thunder punishment came, the temple has been peaceful in the past few years. When will you lead the power of heaven and earth to merge with your inner scene?"

"Then do you know that a genius is someone who breaks the rules?"

Xi Mingzhang waved his monk robe, and a sound of wind and thunder instantly knocked down the eighteen golden men, who lay stiffly on the ground.

"Every move you make can cause the power of heaven and earth to resonate. Have you really broken through to the external scene?" One person said with a dazed look on his face.

"I never like to lie to people."

Xi Mingzhang turned and left, his voice drifting away.

Not long after, the Shaolin Temple was shaken. A monk who was only good-looking but not ambitious at all, actually opened up the Bronze Man Lane with his overwhelming strength. The news shocked everyone in the temple.

When they heard that a monk who had been very popular among pilgrims in recent years was actually a first-class master in the outer scene realm, they instinctively thought that there must be something fishy about it and felt that it was most likely a spy.

But when I think about the fact that he voluntarily exposed himself and his experiences over the years, where he was either doing his job or spending his time reading Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Repository, I think it is unlikely.

Therefore, not long after, when Xi Mingzhang was about to walk out of Shaolin Temple, a monk in a yellow robe and a red cassock appeared at a speed that seemed extremely slow but was actually extremely fast.

He looked to be about forty years old, with a bronze complexion. Although his facial features were ordinary, his face was angular, and there was an aura of ruthlessness about him that was not manifested but gave people a sense of ruthlessness, especially when his serious, reserved and deep expression gave people a terrifying feeling as if a sword was piercing through their bodies.

"I am the head monk of the Vinaya Hall, Wujing."

"I am a sincere monk, greeting you, Master Wujing." Xi Mingzhang clasped his hands together.

"Just relying on Shaolin Heart Method and Luohan Fist can you enter the location shooting?"

"It is what it is."

"If you have such talent, why don't you show it?"

Xi Mingzhang said slowly:
"Before I became a monk, my parents passed away one after another, but they left me a considerable fortune, which still allowed me to have no worries about food and clothing. However, I resolutely gave it up and came to Shaolin to become a monk. It was not for the so-called martial arts, nor for fame in the martial arts world, but just for peace and quiet."

"So, I don't care whether I have talent or not. Why should I reveal myself and speak out?"

"If it's not for martial arts and fame, then why do you want to go down the mountain and travel?" Wu Jing said expressionlessly.

"My mind is already at peace, so how could it not be peaceful anywhere?" Xi Mingzhang said with a smile.

Wu Jing was silent for a while after hearing this, and then said:

"You can't even learn the most basic martial arts in the temple, but I can sense the aura of 72 unique skills in you. Why?"

"All the unique skills in the temple are based on Buddhist principles. As long as you understand many classics, you can easily pick up unique skills." Xi Mingzhang said casually.

Wu Jing was silent for a while, then asked:
"What is Zen?"

Xi Mingzhang raised his eyebrows and said casually:
"Zen is natural, Zen is with nature, Zen does not hide anything, the so-called green bamboo is nothing but Prajna, the lush yellow flowers are all the truth."

“As long as you use wisdom to see, everything on earth is a Zen clue. Before enlightenment, mountains are mountains and water is water. After enlightenment, mountains are still mountains and water is still water, but the content of the mountains and water is different.”

"After I realize the truth, the mountains and rivers are with me, one with me, and I can use them as I please. The objects and I are one, and there is no hindrance in entering each other."

He looked relaxed and spoke in a gentle tone:

"I occasionally come under a pine tree, sleep on a stone pillow, there is no calendar in the mountains, the cold ends without knowing the years, the sound of the stream is all like a broad and long tongue, the color of the mountain is nothing but a pure body, wherever I look, there are Zen opportunities."

“Most people mistakenly believe that Zen is mysterious, unfathomable, and unattainable. This is the feeling of looking at Zen from an outsider’s perspective. In fact, Zen is something that is within us. It does not require any external help. It is everywhere in nature and can be found everywhere.”

"So for me, it makes no difference whether I have a martial arts manual or not. There is not much difference between a copy of 'Arhat Fist' and 'Tathagata Palm'."

Wu Se heard it and became even more silent. If he had not listened to the gray-robed monk in front of him's understanding of Zen, he would have only listened to the ending words.

I just thought this was a boastful and arrogant person, but as I listened quietly, a word inexplicably appeared in my mind: born a child of Buddha.

Such a monk who hated evil, was very clear about the slightest detail, never indulged in rashness or compromise, and was the most feared monk in the temple, rarely showed a trace of admiration on his face.

"With your state of mind, if you continue to stay in the mountains, you will be able to completely merge your primordial spirit, Dharma image and physical body, form a Dharma body, give birth to a true spirit, make the laws of the law inherent in you, and reach the level of a land immortal."

"Why bother going down the mountain to travel? You should know that the world is not so peaceful. Not to mention those evildoers in the open, there are also strange immortals and myths in secret."

Xi Mingzhang looked calm, as he knew very well that both Xianji and Shenhua were organizations founded by reincarnationists. The former was based on the philosophy of mutual assistance, with the goal of transcending reincarnation, avoiding disasters, and achieving true immortality. Its headquarters was in Biyou Palace, and its titles were chosen from the famous immortals and gods of the ancient Taoism.

The latter is the mortal enemy of Xianji, whose goal is to reach the top, become a true god, subdue all sects and families, rebuild the heaven, and take the name of the ancient gods as his title.

(End of this chapter)