Chapter 2: Start as a monk
If God gave Wang Sheng another chance, he would not choose to return to his hometown to open a small convenience store, nor would he want to spend the whole day leisurely, so that he would not get the Lauch subsystem, and he would not have to save the Tang monks and disciples. No need to! Well, be a monk!
——Quotations from Wang Sheng
Wang Sheng opened his eyes blankly, the dim light let him see the surrounding environment clearly.
He appeared in a humble house, and the hut only had a wooden bed placed against the window, and the dim light came through the wooden window.
"What is this place."
"Drip, coming to the Westward Journey World, the mission officially started."
The sound of the mechanical system sounded, Wang Sheng woke up, and he suddenly realized that he had crossed.
The system sound didn't stop, it continued.
"Mission background introduction: The monks and apprentices of the Tang dynasty approached Wuzhuang Temple and were invited by Yuanzi, the ancestral town of the earth immortals, and presented ginseng fruit to the monks of Tang dynasty. Yuanzi chased."
"The current status of the mission: The Tang monks and apprentices have been captured by Zhenyuanzi since their return from Wanjie Shelter."
"Mission requirement: Rescue the Tang monk and disciples within one month."
"Mission for mission failure: staying in the Journey to the West forever."
The system reminder was over. Wang Sheng looked at the kitchen knife in his hand and didn't know what to say.
He accepted the system and knew that he had to do the task, but this task should not be too pitted.
Yuzi, the ancestral town of the earth fairy! ?
How come this great god! Journey to the West is so difficult for so many monsters, just pick one at random!
Amount, as if picking one at random is not a green onion.
Thinking like this, Wang Sheng was relieved. Zhen Yuanzi seemed to be nothing. Compared with monsters, he was at least a personal monk, and he should also talk about compassion.
"No matter how you must find the Great Lord, and then let the Great Lord go to Guanyin Bodhisattva to save the ginseng fruit tree." The way he can think of is to try to get the plot to the original track.
But the next moment, Wang Sheng frowned, and the Grand Sage was now hurried back to Huaguo Mountain by Tang Seng. How could he find him smoothly.
At this moment, the system sound suddenly sounded.
"Drip, suggest that the South Sea Guanyin of the Journey to the West disappeared mysteriously half a year ago and cannot be found."
Ruthless news came suddenly, Wang Sheng dumbfounded.
Guanyin is gone? Can Guanyin disappear?
This Nima is too pitted. There is no Guanyin how he can save the ginseng fruit tree.
"No, I can't sit back and wait, let me figure out where I am now." Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and stood up.
At this time, the cabin door was suddenly opened, and the dim room suddenly lit up.
Pushed the door open was a middle-aged monk, with a serious face in his monk's clothes and bare head, at this moment he looked at Wang Sheng's half sleeves and big pants, frowning and opening his mouth.
"Hurry to the main hall to gather, your group will begin to get started, and quickly change into a monk's clothing to follow me." He said that he threw a monk's clothing on Wang Sheng's bed.
Wang Sheng was taken by a sudden, how is a monk?
He looked carefully and suddenly stunned, the monk was all covered with white light, just like the fairy seen in the TV series.
He blinked inconceivably, and the white light had disappeared again.
Then the system prompts.
"People: Zen Deacon."
"Level: Innate."
Zen deacon, innate? What the hell.
Suddenly there was an additional message in his mind, which actually explained in detail the division of the realm of the Westward Journey.
Westward world practitioners started from the day after tomorrow, refining refined gas gradually entered the innate, the refining gasified gods gathered the primordial spirit, the refining **** returned to the virtual condensed Golden Pill, and finally the virtual reunification became a fairy.
The middle-aged monk is in the second stage of spiritual practice. Congenitally, the white light is also the spiritual light that Wang Sheng saw due to the system.
And the system prompts that the gap between him and the middle-aged monk is a hundred times! ? Doesn't it mean that he can crush the young man with one finger? Wang Sheng shivered.
The middle-aged monk frowned coldly and stared at Wang Sheng, which recommended disciple, did not act so silly for a long time.
"Not hurry!"
A subconscious chill of Wang Sheng, seeing the middle-aged monk getting impatient, he quickly took off his casual pants and put on his monk's clothes.
"Changed." He touched his head with a sneer.
I can’t see any hope for the task for the time being. Now he has started to plan for his journey to the west. He is in such a dangerous and unfamiliar environment. He is still an innate master in front of him.
The middle-aged monk snorted, turned and left, and Wang Sheng hurried to keep up.
After came out of the house, the light was bright, and in front of it was a long vermilion wall, with a white dye in the center of the wall.
There is also a small gate-like exit next to the Zen word. A bamboo forest can be seen loomingly after the exit.
The environment is deep and the air is fresh. Is this what the system calls Zen?
Wang Sheng noticed that there was a row of simple houses behind him, and the house he just came out of was in it.
At this moment, there were already a row of people wearing monk clothes next to the wall. Their faces were very young, but their long hair fluttered and looked full of time.
"Come with me."
Arrange Wang Sheng to the end of the team, the deacon monk should first pass through the wall through the small door.
The Zen temple is really large. After passing through several long walls, a few bamboo forests, and walking through it for a moment, until a square suddenly appeared in front of me, the deacon monk stopped.
There are many monks sitting on the ground to do their homework. There is a magnificent Buddhist temple on the edge of the square.
The middle-aged deacon led Wang Sheng through the monk group to the stone steps in front of the Buddhist temple. On the steps were the gates of the Buddhist temple. At this time, there were two monks guarding, and there was a gold plaque on the door, which read: , Noble Hall!
"Go in, remember not to make noise after you go in," the deacon monk warned.
Following the team stepped on the stone steps and entered the hall, Wang Sheng felt inexplicably nervous.
There are eighteen arhats enshrined on both sides of the temple, and in front of it is a large Buddha statue. Several old monks are sitting in front of the Buddha statue. When Wang Sheng and they entered the hall, the old monk led his hands together.
"Amitabha, start shaving."
The voice fell, and Wang Sheng saw the first person in front of the team approaching the old monk and bowed to the old monk.
Wang Sheng suddenly had a bad hunch in his heart.
"Do you want to enter my Zen court?" The old monk said.
"The disciple is dedicated to the Buddha and is willing to be a Zen disciple." The man folded his hands together and looked sincere.
The old monk nodded, picked up a razor in his hand and placed it on the top of the man's head, and at the moment when the knife fell, a light head named Cheng Guangwaliang came out.
Wang Sheng looked at it for a moment, is this a monk shaving?
What does it mean that the young man will be a monk when he first travels to the world?
The number of people in front of him decreased, and there were more and more bald heads in the hall. When Wang Sheng finally got his turn, he shivered.
"Do you want to enter my Zen court?" The old monk asked him.
Wang Sheng's mouth quivered and stuttered: "Master, that, can I be a lay disciple."
As soon as this remark came out, the old monks sitting behind closed their eyes and opened their eyes, staring straight at him.
Wang Sheng was trembling, because in his eyes these monks were shining colorful and colorful lights, and the system also reminded the identity and rank of these people one by one.
"People: Zen elders."
"Level: Yuanshen."
These old men are all in the realm of Yuanshen! It is the existence of a finger that can kill the innate master, he has to be afraid, even without rejection.
"Oh? Since you can come here and prove that you are the one who was selected and sent to the Buddha, who is qualified to do the true biography, why do you want to be a layman disciple." The old monk was a little strange.
Wang Shenghao, can't always say that he was directly sent by the system, and he didn't want to be a monk at all.
"Well, I don't think my Buddha's fate is enough." He scorned a reason.
The monk responsible for shaving has strange eyes, and the Buddha is not enough. Can you come here?
"Amitabha!"
At this time, the old monk who had been sitting last suddenly announced the Buddha number, and stood up to come to Wang Sheng, he sat down cross-legged, and then smiled and opened his mouth.
"Where did you come from."
Wang Sheng is an agitator, this old man is a bit unusual.
"People: Zen elders."
"Level: Golden Pill." This turned out to be a powerful person in the Golden Pill Realm, which was only a step away to become an immortal, that is, the Golden Body Arhat Realm of the Buddha Gate. There was no reminder before the system.
Could this old monk see his true origin? Wang Sheng was wary that the old monk was smiling insidiously.
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The old monk's eyes lit up, staring at him tightly, "Where are you going."
Wang Sheng was slightly nervous, "I'm going everywhere."
After listening to this answer, the old monk laughed abruptly, the laughter grew louder and louder, and gradually shook Hongyu, as if to shatter the hall.
"Good!" Three consecutive admirations, the old monk was very satisfied looking at Wang Sheng with a ruddy face.
Wang Sheng was even more trembling. He found that not only the old monk, but also the other old monks looked a little wrong in their eyes, as if they were going to swallow themselves alive.
"I didn't expect my Zen to be able to come out of this buddha, really a sign of great buddha gates, so that the poor monk also went safely." The old monk sighed with his hands folded.
"Brother (Uncle Shi)." Several old monks behind him suddenly opened their faces with grief.
"You don't need to persuade, I have decided, this time is also to find a passer-by to decide to go out." The old monk Wen Sheng shook his head at the old monk behind him.
Wang Sheng watched the fog, is this a sitcom?
But the next moment he was dumbfounded, and the old monk suddenly released two golden lights at his eyebrows, and he immediately fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and at the same time felt warm and comfortable.
In just a few seconds, the golden light dissipated and Wang Sheng fainted to the ground.
And the old monk in front of him seemed to be dried up, his skin was skinny like a skeleton, but he still had a smile on his face and folded his hands together.
"Amitabha." Then he closed his eyes peacefully, and there was no more movement.
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