"From today onwards, you are a disciple of my Golden Mountain Monastery. Everything in the secular world is in the past. I will give you the Dharma name 'Fahai.' I hope that you will study the Dharma thoroughly, and your divine might will be like the sea. You will subdue the demons in your heart and save the world…"
Golden Mountain Temple, Virtuous Hall.
A white-browed old monk was sitting in front of the statue of Tathagata. His body was surrounded by Buddhist light, looking solemn and solemn.
Not far from him.
The young monk who had just shaved his hair stood in front of the hall with his head lowered.
He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.
His face was like jade, his skin was smooth, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like stars. He was extremely handsome.
After her hair fell, she looked even more dignified and imposing.
This youth's real name was Su Chen.
He was originally an ordinary student on Earth. He died in an accident and was reborn here.
He became a novice monk who had just joined the Golden Mountain Temple.
He worshiped the abbot of Jinshan Temple, Zen Master Lingyou, and was given the name Fahai.
"Am I now Fahai?"
Fahai rubbed his bald head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
In his previous life, when he read the Legend of the White Snake, he had scolded the old bald monk Fahai for being a busybody. He did not expect that he would actually become Fahai in his youth.
Of course, he didn't want to become the stubborn old monk in the original novel, who would spend the rest of his life with a green lamp and an ancient Buddha.
Since the heavens had given him a chance to live a second life, he had to live a wonderful life.
The world was vast and the mortal world was chaotic.
If he didn't experience the human world, how could he be considered detached?
Of course, before that, he needed to have enough strength.
In this mythological world, the world was vast and there were countless demons. If one did not have enough strength, they might be captured and eaten by demons one day.
What was there to talk about?
"Master, when can you teach me the Dharma and divine powers?”
Fahai asked.
Zen Master Lingyou shook his head.
"You have just entered the sect, so you need to cultivate and nourish your heart first. How can a mortal talk about divine powers?”
With that, he waved his hand.
A muscular monk walked in.
"Fayan, from now on, you will lead Fahai to cultivate and nourish his heart. When he can enter a meditative state, I will teach him the Buddhist Dharma.”
After saying that, he closed his eyes.
The Buddhist light around his body extinguished, and his entire aura dissipated as if he had turned into a stone statue.
"Self-cultivation? Heart nourishing?"
Fahai frowned.
Monk Fayan saw that he was confused and explained,""Junior Brother, don't be anxious. The divine powers of our Buddhist Sect are profound and vast. You need to cultivate and nourish your heart before you can cultivate them. Otherwise, you will only go astray…"
Monk Fayan had a cold face.
However, he was still quite kind.
After his explanation, Fahai finally understood.
To cultivate in Buddhism, one needed to first temper the body so that the body would be strong and vigorous, and one would be immune to all diseases.
Just like in martial arts novels, the monks of Shaolin Temple had to chop wood and fetch water after entering the sect. Firstly, it was to train their bodies, and secondly, it was to train their minds and temper their impulsiveness.
This process was to cultivate one's body and nourish one's heart.
Only after passing this stage of the test, having a strong body and a stable mind.
Only then could one comprehend the principles and reach the meditative level under the guidance of the Buddhist Dharma.
At this moment, he could sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
He had truly cultivated the divine power of the Buddhist Sect.
Compared to the cultivation of other Daoist sects, the threshold of Buddhism was higher. However, once one mastered it, the power would be much stronger.
"I see. Thank you for your explanation, senior brother.”
Fahai nodded.
Then he asked,"Then how should I cultivate my body and heart?" Are you going to chop wood and fetch water?"
To be honest, he didn't really want to do such menial work.
After all, this was a mythical world, not a martial arts world.
It would take at least a few years to have any effect if he started from chopping firewood and fetching water.
How long would that take?
"Since Master asked me to help you cultivate, of course he won't let you do those chores like chopping wood and fetching water. Although those mundane tasks are effective, they are too slow.”
As he spoke, Fayan had already brought Fahai to an open space in front of the mountain.
"Junior Brother Fahai, I'm going to teach you a set of introductory body-tempering fist techniques. It's called the Arhat Fist.”
He finished speaking.
Fayan took a step forward, and his aura became fierce.
Blood and Qi surged, and fist force surged.
Or like a drunken arhat, or like a furious diamond.
This Arhat Fist was the foundation of Buddhism. It was simulated from the posture of the eighteen Arhats. It was easy to learn and difficult to master.
When the disciples of the Golden Mountain Monastery entered the sect, they had to first practice this Arhat Fist to temper their bodies and temper their minds.
Only after reaching the great success stage could he proceed to the next step of cultivation.
Fahai looked at it seriously for a long time. He only felt that it was very handsome, but he could not remember a single movement, nor did he understand the essentials.
He couldn't help but frown.
He had transmigrated with his physical body and had merely replaced Fahai's identity.
Therefore, he did not have the amazing cultivation talent of the original Fahai.
He had never been exposed to any martial arts cultivation since he was young, so he had no foundation at all.
He didn't even know how to practice the most basic Arhat Fist, and he still talked about Buddhist divine powers!
"It's over. If I can't even learn the simplest Arhat Fist, I'll definitely be treated as a good-for-nothing by Senior Brother. I'll never be able to learn any profound divine powers in the future!”
Fahai felt bitter in his heart.
Could it be that he was destined to be lost in the crowd after transmigrating and being reborn?
Just as he was thinking about this.
In the distance, Fayan had already finished practicing the Arhat Fist.
A cold mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the introductory martial art Arhat Fist. You have automatically comprehended it and the system has perfected it. Your Arhat Fist has reached the highest perfection realm!”
As the voice rang out.
Fahai's mind suddenly had a lot of understanding about Arhat Fist.
The posture of the 18 Arhats seemed to be imprinted in the depths of his soul.
All kinds of fist techniques were integrated into his mind like innate instincts.
"This…system?"
Fahai was stunned.
Then, he was overjoyed!
In his previous life, he loved reading all kinds of web novels, so he was no stranger to the system.
He did not expect that after he transmigrated, he would also activate the system.
This system seemed to be able to help him automatically comprehend any divine power cultivation technique he obtained and automatically deduce it to the highest realm!
Simple and practical.
"Doesn't this mean that no matter what cultivation technique I obtain in the future, I can instantly master it and directly max out?”
Fahai was excited.
With the system, he would definitely be the most terrifying genius in this world.
"Brother Fahai, did I practice too fast and you didn't see it clearly? If that's the case, I'll show you again.”
At this moment, Fayan walked over from afar.
Seeing that Fahai seemed to be in a daze, she thought that he did not understand.
Fahai raised his head and smiled confidently.
"Thank you, senior brother. I've already seen it clearly.”
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