Chapter 1139: Little Monk Fa Ming
A strange space.

Originally Wang Ming was still in the bronze carriage.

next moment,
Wang Ming found that the surrounding environment had changed.

He appeared in a strange space.

This place was shrouded in thick fog. Only the area within ten feet around Wang Ming's body was visible. The area beyond this range was completely covered by thick fog.

After Wang Ming found that his vision could not penetrate the thick fog, he immediately sent out his spiritual sense to explore the situation inside the fog.

result……

The thick fog not only blocks the vision, but also blocks the spiritual consciousness.

Swish!
There was a flash of light in Wang Ming's hand, and a pitch-black halberd appeared in his hand. His whole body was in a state of restraint, ready to fight at any time.

Just at this time,

A bright golden light shines in the thick fog, giving people a sense of peace.

This was followed by the sound of grand Zen chanting.

In a flash,

Wang Ming was stunned, and fell into a mysterious state.

His mind was in a mess.

……

The mixed sounds of chanting rang in my ears, and I opened my eyes in a daze.

He found himself surrounded by a group of young monks who were about seven or eight years old.

Looking around, he was now in a spacious hall. Directly in front of the hall was a statue of Sakyamuni that was more than ten meters high.

This situation made him stunned, and he couldn't help wondering why he suddenly came here?
Snapped!
I felt a sharp pain in my head and when I turned around I saw an old monk with white eyebrows and beard.

"Fa Ming! Don't be distracted!"

He was stunned for a moment: "Fa Ming? Who is Fa Ming?"

Snapped!
"Don't play dumb, if you're not Fa Ming, who is Fa Ming?"

"Nonsense, when did I call myself Fa Ming?"

"If your name isn't Fa Ming, what else do you want to be called?"

"I...what's my name?"

"I am Zhang Jinjiu... No!"

"I am Su Xinghe..."

"It's not like I'm Yang Guang..."

When he said this, the monk with white eyebrows and beard slapped him again.

"Ouch!"

"How dare you hit me, you bald ass!"

After being hit, Fa Ming exploded immediately and stood up directly, but his body was too small, so the old monk just stretched out a finger, pressed it on his head, and suppressed him directly.

The young monks around all showed expressions of inexplicable horror, as if they were looking at a madman.

"Fa Ming, you are simply lawless."

"Look, I'm going to teach you some rules today."

"Hmm... where to go?"

The old monk originally wanted to severely punish the young monk who didn't know the rules, but the young monk just stood up and ran out of the hall.

"Ouch! Let me go."

Fa Ming had already stepped half a step out of the hall, but the old monk mysteriously appeared behind him, grabbed his collar, then pulled him back and threw him directly onto the cushion on the ground.

"Fa Ming! You must concentrate and be pious when doing morning prayers."

"What I like are cars, money, and young ladies. Who would do this crappy morning class?" Fa Ming roared indignantly.

"Pa!" The old monk slapped Fa Ming's glowing head very directly.

"Ouch! Old bald man, I'm warning you. If you do this again, I won't be polite."

"Humph! You're welcome. I want to see how you can be so rude."

"You asked for it! Look at me, my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms."

"Ouch!"

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms! I'll let you use the Eighteen Palms! You like the Eighteen Palms, right? I'll give you a slap."

"Snap, snap, snap!!!"

"You are dozing off here and having a big dream."

"Dreaming, dreaming, I'm actually dreaming about the martial arts of the Beggars' Sect. My Shaolin martial arts are profound and extensive, but you don't want to think about them, but think about the stuff of beggars."

"You are not allowed to eat breakfast today. Go to the Sutra Library and copy the scriptures for me a hundred times."

"Since this is your first offense today, I will give you a light punishment. If you do it again next time, I will punish you severely."

Then the little monk reluctantly finished his morning lessons.

……

Three years later,
A young monk in a light blue robe was sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground with a broom in his hand.

The young monk raised his head and looked at the red sun rising slowly in the eastern sky. The sunlight was shining between the sea of ​​clouds, and the light was falling on the earth. "Am I really Fa Ming?"

"Guan Yutian, Yin Tianqi, Dan Chenzi..."

"Is this all my sleep talking?"

……

I am Fa Ming!

Today is my ninth year in Shaolin Temple.

The master said there was a drought in my hometown.

When my senior brother in the temple was traveling outside, he couldn't bear to see me die in a disaster, so he brought me back.

At first I had a lot of dreams in my head.

Sometimes he thinks he is a detective of the imperial court, sometimes he thinks he is the leader of the martial arts world, and sometimes he thinks he is the emperor...

The master said I might have hysteria.

Let me recite the scriptures devoutly to eliminate my own delusions.

May you soon attain the state of no self, no others, no living beings, and no life as stated in the scriptures!

but……

I am not interested in chanting sutras, but I am very interested in learning martial arts.

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I am Faming,

Today is my tenth year in Shaolin.

I am very happy today.

Because I finally mastered the entry-level Shaolin Changquan.

Hahaha! ! !
The master is about to teach me the Luohan Fist.

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I am Faming,

Today marks my fifteenth year in Shaolin.

My master said that I was a martial arts genius and that I had mastered the Luohan Fist in just five years.

Tomorrow Master will be able to use the Demon Subduing Fist.

By the way, that grumpy old guy who beat me up is dead.

Sin! Sin!!

Fa Ming, how could you be so bad?

Amitabha!
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I am Faming,

The Demon Subduing Fist has reached perfection.

Hahaha! ! !
I am a genius!
After training hard in the hottest days of winter and the coldest days of summer, I finally became the first among my peers to develop internal strength.

I will learn the Weituo Palm tomorrow.

It makes me excited just thinking about it.

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Please call me Master Fa Ming.

Tomorrow is the Shaolin competition.

As long as I win, I will become the youngest head of Shaolin Arhat Hall in history.

Hahaha! ! !
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I am very unhappy today.

I am obviously the best in martial arts, so how come the position of the head of Arhat Hall fell to Fakong?

I refused to accept the decision and went to argue with the elders.

As a result, the elder said that I had fallen into the evil path. How could a Buddhist be so obsessed with the strength of martial arts?

Buddhism is what we should focus on.

Fakong’s Buddhist practice is superior to mine, but my character is not good enough and I am full of hostility.

The elder punished me to go to the Sutra Library and copy scriptures for ten years to cultivate my character. I was not allowed to practice any martial arts.

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Amitabha!
The young monk Fa Ming.

Today is my twentieth year in Shaolin Temple.

I haven't practiced any martial arts for five years.

Every day I complete the punishment given by the elders and copy Buddhist scriptures.

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Amitabha!
The elder who punished me passed away.

He punished me to copy scriptures for ten years, and I completed it the year before last.

At first I hated the elders.

But as I was baptized by the scriptures every day, I fell in love with them.

It truly contains great wisdom and enlightenment.

martial arts?

What is that?
I wish to sit with the Tathagata forever.

Amitabha---

(End of this chapter)