"The donor really won't pass it on to Zhiqian them?"

"Of course, monks don't speak!"

"The donor is not a monk, can you really do it?"

"I promise the master as a personality that I will never pass it on to the little masters!"

"Poor Monk ......"

"Amitabha, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

"Okay, the poor monk has learned!"

In the corner of the Zen Temple, after some bargaining, Huineng finally did not block Wu Ming's offensive of the three-inch incorruptible tongue, and agreed to learn the "Yijin Sutra".

Of course, he didn't know the name, and if he did, he wouldn't have learned it!

"No matter, the fertilizer and water don't flow into the fields of outsiders, the "Yijin Sutra" is passed to Huineng, even if the great monks trouble me, there is not much of a problem. ”

Looking at Huineng's honest face, which was now full of fearlessness in the face of death, Wu Ming's heart suddenly felt for no reason.

So, in the next few days, Wu Ming first taught the full set of "Yijin Jing" pile methods such as standing, sitting, lying, and walking to Huineng.

What shocked him was that Huineng's cultivation progress was much faster than that of those sweeping old monks, and he understood it extremely thoroughly.

Even, in addition to cultivation, he was able to point out Wu Ming's incomprehension and flaws in the past cultivation process!

As one of the three major cultivation systems in Shenzhou, Buddhism really has its own merits.

Huineng's cultivation is not high, at most he is at the peak of his qi realm, and he has long passed the refining stage, but for him, the "Yijin Sutra" is no less than a land with a long drought and a rain, and in a short period of time, the spirit and spirit have changed!"

With such an astonishing discovery, Wu Ming taught and studied more carefully.

For Wu Ming to abide by the agreement and not show this Buddhist "Yijin Sutra" pile method in the room and canteen, Huineng was also relieved!

But what he didn't know was that outside the Zen monastery not far from the canteen, the sweeping monks were still discussing the "Yijin Sutra" with Wu Ming.

There were even other Zen monks who came to join them, so that the things about Wu Ming would go away!

And so, another half a month has passed!

"These bald donkeys are really patient, do you really want me to record the true interpretation of the "Yijin Sutra" before they are willing to show their heads?"

On this day, Wu Ming, as usual, came to the canteen to eat fast.

What is different from the past is that after coming to Shaolin Temple for a long time, the hair of "Washing the Marrow Sutra" has not been touched, and the patience has gradually faded.

"Senior Brother Huizhen, why are you here?"

At this moment, Hui Zhong suddenly got up and said.

Wu Ming turned his head to look and saw a tall and sturdy middle-aged warrior monk dressed in a strong suit, with eight young monks holding sticks.

"Hui Zhen has seen Senior Brother Hui Zhong!"

Hui Zhen saluted with one hand and swept the cafeteria quite majestically.

"I've seen Uncle Huizhen!"

The little novices shrank and bowed, their faces slightly bowed with fear.

"It's finally here!"

Wu Ming raised his eyebrows and said secretly in his heart.

After being in Shaolin Temple for so long, I basically know what I should know, and even if I shouldn't know, I have heard of it.

The origin of this Hui Zhen is not a secret, but it is a warrior monk of the Precept Academy!

As the name suggests, he is in charge of the Buddhist precepts, arrest, trial, execution and other duties!

As the saying goes, the state has national laws, the family has family rules, and the monastery naturally has the rules of the temple, and the precept institute is a place to punish monks who violate the rules!

But seeing the eyes of the four of Hui Zhong flickering, lest they look at each other with Hui Zhen, they know that they are afraid of the Discipline Academy!

Don't think that the monks are all happy and peaceful, you must know that the Buddha is also angry!

"According to the decree of the first seat of the Discipline Academy, Hui Neng has delusions, and he is good at practicing martial arts by himself, so he is ordered to enter the Discipline Academy immediately and be punished!"

Hui Zhen took out a yellow brocade and finished reading it with a solemn face.

"What?"

The four of Huizhong looked stunned.

"Huineng abides by the law!"

Huineng's face was surprisingly calm, his hands folded, and he silently walked out of the door.

"Uncle Huizhen, are you mistaken? Uncle Huineng is the most honest on weekdays, how could he secretly learn martial arts?"

"It must be a mistake, how could such a good person as Uncle Huineng break the precepts?"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe ......"

The love for Hui Neng made the little novices overcome their fear of Hui Zhen and even the Discipline Academy, and they cried one after another.

"Bold, the first law of the Discipline Academy is aimed at this, dare to be presumptuous?"

Hui Zhen's eyes widened angrily, and he reprimanded sharply, which immediately silenced the little novices.

"It's so majestic, I don't know how this master will punish me, the person who passed on his martial arts?"

Wu Ming grinned and plucked his ears, as if he was shocked very uncomfortable.

"Master Wu is not a monk of my Shaolin Temple, and the Discipline Institute has no right to control it, I hope that the donor will do it for himself!

The corners of Huizhen's eyes twitched slightly, he looked at Wu Ming deeply, and waved his hand.

When he arrived, eight warrior monks surrounded Huineng and were about to leave.

The little novices looked at Wu Ming in disbelief, shocked and angry, and couldn't understand why Wu Ming did this.

"Wait!"

Wu Ming pretended not to know, and stepped forward in a flash.

Call!

But before he could stop it, he was kicked back by a sudden and powerful force, and his body couldn't stop kicking back!

"Humph!"

When he wanted to step forward again, there was a thunderous indifferent snort in his ears, which made Wu Ming shake his head smartly.

"Master Wu, everything is the fault of the poor monk, you shouldn't be greedy for martial arts, you should be punished!

Vaguely, I can hear the sonorous and powerful Buddha name of Hui Neng, when I am awake, where is there still Hui Zhen and others in the courtyard!

"Why do you want to hurt Uncle Huineng?"

"The little monk thought that Master Wu was a good person, but he didn't expect to privately pass on Uncle Huineng's martial arts and let him break the precepts!"

"I heard that the monks who have entered the precept institute have to shed their skin even if they don't die, what can I do?"

All the little novices were panicked, some were stunned, some scolded Wu Ming, the only thing they had in common was that they were all worried about Huineng.

I have to say that although Huineng is only a fire-headed monk, his popularity has always been good, especially with the little novices.

"Hui Neng, Hui Neng, you can't avoid this level, but as long as you get through, hey!"

In the face of the accusations of the monks, Wu Ming did not have the slightest shame, but stretched his waist and looked at everyone with a mysterious face, "Do you want to save Master Huineng?"

"Yes!"

The novices looked at each other and shouted in unison.

"Even if you break the vows?"

Wu Ming said with deep meaning.

"Whatever you want!"

Everyone hesitated, and said crisply.

"Haha, good, good, that's it!"

Wu Ming looked up to the sky and laughed and went out.

"Master Wu, don't be impatient, Senior Brother Huineng violates the precepts and deserves to be punished, and you must not follow the nonsense!"

Huizhong was afraid that the matter would be big, and he would be affected by it at that time, so he hurried to stop it.

But the obedient little novices in the past thought deeply about Hui Neng's goodness, plus Wu Ming picked his head, where could they listen to it, and rushed out of the door noisily.

While the four of Huizhong felt a headache, they were furious, and they all used their tricks to stop everyone.

"Hey, what is Master Wu writing and painting on the wall? Isn't it to save Uncle Huineng?"

At this moment, a young novice who rushed to the front exclaimed.

"It's ......"

Hui Zhong just glanced at it, and was attracted by several images on the wall that seemed to be scrawled, but in fact contained deep Buddhist principles.

Although the other three were slightly worse, they couldn't take their eyes off them after looking at them a few more times!

Especially when Wu Ming painted various images of the Eight Blessings or sitting, standing, or lying in a row, he was deeply attracted!

"The law doesn't blame the public, what should I do, don't you need me to teach you?"

Wu Ming casually threw down the stone, clapped his hands, and walked away.

The little novices scratched their bald heads, staring left and right at the image, and a very clever little monk suddenly clapped his palms, happily drawing a scoop on the gourd, and posing according to the image.

Although not all of these young novices in the Shaolin Temple are martial arts wizards, there are always a few people who are clear-minded.

In addition, it is the age of the strongest learning, and in just a short time, they all began to observe the portrait, even if they didn't understand, they also practiced like that.

"The law does not hold the people accountable!"

Of course, the four of Huizhong knew Wu Ming's intentions, and after some struggle, they couldn't hold back the delusions in their hearts, and greedily memorized the images.

The attraction of their own advanced martial arts made them forget their fear of Huizhen and even the Discipline Hall for a while!

As everyone knows, Wu Ming, who left the cafeteria, did not return to the Zen Temple, but scribbled and painted on the walls of the Zen Temple, and drew the essence of the first true solution of the "Yijin Sutra" without any scruples!

"What are you doing?"

It didn't take long for a loud shout to come, only to see Hui Zhen go and return, coming in anger, with a wave of his hand, the wind suddenly rose, sweeping away the images on the courtyard wall!

"Promote martial arts!"

Wu Ming didn't care and continued to write and paint.

"Bold, how can I allow you to spread the Yijin Sutra in Shaolin Temple?"

Hui Zhen was full of anger, and his already majestic face was glowing red at this time, and he looked like an angry Buddha.

"It turns out that the master has also practiced the "Yijin Sutra", and the kid happens to have a few incomprehensible places, and I hope the master will give him advice!"

Wu Ming's eyes lit up, and he instantly became a good student with an open mind and studiousness.

"You ......"

Hui Zhen's expression froze, and the majestic atmosphere dissipated in an instant.

"Hey, I'm a human race in Shenzhou, and it's because of my broom that I cherish myself, which leads to danger, and I have been repeatedly bullied by demons and barbarians.

Even a person with a lofty Zen realm like a master is not exempt from vulgarity, pitiful, pathetic, and lamentable!"

Wu Ming pretended to sigh.

"Master Wu is really sharp-toothed, obviously deliberately leaking the secret of my Shaolin Temple's true scriptures, why did he become a martial arts promoter?"

Hui Zhen silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, took a deep breath, and forced the anger in his heart.

"The master has been in Shaolin Temple for a long time, and he is not stained by the world, but he is a kid who is lying in vain!

But I have been hostage in Beijin for five years, and I know very well that the demons are bloodthirsty, and my compatriots are poisoned and cruel, and often can't sleep at night.

If the human race wants to be humiliated, it must be self-reliant, only by abandoning the view of the portal and cultivating advanced martial arts, can we make the land of my Shenzhou reappear full of vitality, hundreds of millions of human races, all are martial arts masters, when the demon can be outside the gate, the revitalization of the human race in Shenzhou is hopeful!"

Wu Ming said awe-inspiringly.

"You ......"

Rao is Huizhen Buddha is profound, and his will is as firm as iron, and he was also shocked by Wu Ming's words.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wu Ming at this time gave him a sense of treasure*!