The life of a monk was extremely boring. Their diet was light and light, with vegetables and tofu.
Originally, Buddhists could eat meat, but they were forbidden to eat the five spices, such as onions, leeks, scallions, coriander, and so on.
Eating these things would have a strong smell and seriously affect the cultivation of others. Due to the needs of the cultivation environment, they were not allowed to eat.
Later on, Buddhism flourished and spread from the Western Regions to the Central Plains.
The so-called Three Pure Meat was:
He didn't see the tragic scene of an animal dying with his own eyes.
He did not hear the sound of animals being killed.
He didn't kill for himself, neither did he kill because he wanted to eat it.
But now, the Buddhism of the Central Plains, led by the Shaolin Temple, had completely banned meat.
Ning Chen hadn't eaten meat for three days. He wished he could sneak to the back of the mountain and hunt some wild animals.
On the third day, the temple's morning bell rang.
The loud sound of the bell not only woke up the monks resting in the meditation room, but also dispersed the cold and wet fog lingering on the mountain top.
Ning Chen rubbed his sleepy eyes and got out of bed. He put on the gray monk robe that belonged to the novice monk. After washing up, he picked up the broom and headed to the Great Buddha Hall.
The vegetarian meal was not ready yet, so Ning Chen had to clean the Great Buddha Hall first.
Only after cleaning the Great Buddha Hall could they eat.
Ning Chen yawned and came to the back of the Buddha statue.
A screen away, there was actually a statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva on the back of Buddha Tathagata.
It was also huge. Guanyin Bodhisattva held the jade bottle in her hand. The screen behind her was different from the Buddha's light. It was a huge wave.
After a brief observation, it was not difficult to notice that on each wave, there were Arhats, Bodhisattvas, and Buddhas of different shapes.
"System, I'm signing in at the Great Buddha's Hall." Ning Chen said in a low voice.”
[Ding-dong. The host has successfully signed in.]”
"What about the reward?"
[Ding-dong. Host, there are no more rewards for signing in to the Great Buddha Hall.]”
"Alright then…"
Ning Chen was a little disappointed.
He did not expect that the most important and solemn place in Shaolin Temple could only receive a reward once.
However, this one and only reward was heavy enough!
"Oh right, the importance of the Sutra Library is no less than that of the Great Buddha Hall. I'll continue to try signing in at the Sutra Library tomorrow!”
The Mahavira Hall was important because it worshipped the Buddha, the Buddha!
The importance of the Scripture Depository was due to the fact that it contained more than 5,000 volumes of Buddhist scriptures and many martial arts classics.
Even if a Buddha statue was destroyed, it could still be reforged.
However, if the Buddhist scriptures were burned, they would really be gone.
In a practical sense, the Sutra Depository was even more important than the Great Buddha Hall. Therefore, the Sutra Depository was built behind the Great Buddha Hall.
On the left and right were the meditation rooms of the Shaolin Monastery monks.
There were also Dharma Hall and Arhat Hall around!
If there was any sudden situation, these martial monks and most of the monks in the temple would be able to rush over and provide timely support.
It was impossible for any martial artists in the pugilistic world to covet the profound martial arts of Shaolin Temple and sneak into the Sutra Depository to learn them secretly.
If he really had the ability to sneak into the Sutra Depository, his cultivation realm would probably not be lower than the abbot or the head monk of Shaolin Temple.
That was why he was able to sneak in without the monks noticing.
On the fourth day, Ning Chen signed in at the Scripture Depository and obtained a cultivation technique-Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Changing Scripture!
That night, he did not return to his meditation room.
Ning Chen used the excuse of keeping watch to stay in the Scripture Depository and cultivate the Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Changing Scripture. He also swallowed the Small Recovery Pill from before.
The Small Rejuvenation Pill melted in his mouth, and a surge of hot and pure true qi flowed through his meridians to his limbs and bones.
Ning Chen's eyes narrowed. He didn't dare to be negligent and immediately circulated the Marrow and Tendon Cleansing Scripture to refine the medicinal power of the Small Rejuvenation Pill.
Yijin Jing was passed down by the first ancestor of Zen, Patriarch Dharma, and was regarded as the supreme treasure in Jianghu.
Bone cleansing was only a small use.
The Tendon Changing Scripture could allow the cultivator to achieve pure Yang, shed the mortal body, and return to the Connate Realm. Qi would be born from within, endlessly growing, extending one's life, and not declining!
After a night of bitter cultivation, Ning Chen had successfully refined the Minor Rejuvenation Pill.
When he circulated the Marrow and Tendon Cleansing Scripture, there was a small amount of True Qi flowing slowly in his body.
This was the symbol of Rank-9!
"I've entered Rank-9!"
Ning Chen was overjoyed and in high spirits.
The world is so big that martial arts can communicate with gods.
Be it demons, devils, ghosts, monsters, or humans, their strength was divided into nine grades.
Rank-9 was the lowest and Rank-1 was the highest.
However, if one were to ask if there was a realm above the first grade, of course there was.
A First Stage Transcendent could be called a celestial!
"I heard from the monks in the temple these two days that if you want to enter the ninth level, you need at least a year and a half to refine essence into qi.”
"I've only broken through to Rank-9 in one night. If the abbot knows about this, I'm afraid his jaw will drop and the heads of the various courtyards will regret it.”
"No, we can't let them know!"
Ning Chen decided to keep it a secret and not let anyone know.
As for why he was able to cross the border overnight, other than the Small Cyclic Pellet and Muscle Marrow Cleansing and Tendon Changing Classic, Ning Chen's aptitude was probably not as bad as Jue Yuan had said.
"Oh, my body stinks. I'd better go take a shower!”
Ning Chen picked up his monk robe and smelled it, almost fainting from the smell.
He hurriedly ran to the place where he bathed and washed away the filth on his body after cleansing his bones.
Throughout the day, Ning Chen felt refreshed and his footsteps were as fast as flying. He was immersed in the joy of "entering the country".
Of course, Ning Chen did not forget to sign in.
He did not continue to sign in at the Sutra Depository. Instead, he ran to the Arhat Hall.
Sounds of "Yiya" and "Ah-ho" came from Arhat Hall.
A group of novice monks, who were about the same age as Ning Chen, were dressed in apricot frocks. They were practicing the Eighteen Arhat Fist under the lead of a twenty-year-old martial monk.
Ning Chen stopped and watched. He saw these people fighting fiercely, and the wind from their fists whistled.
Sometimes, they punched out with their fists like dragons crossing the river. Sometimes, they crouched down and swept their legs like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves. Sometimes, they leaned their elbows forward like a raging ox.
Especially the leading monk. His fist techniques were: separation, force, charge, dodge, point, lift, press, hook, grab, throw. His steps changed at will. His fist techniques were: leap, roll, sweep, bounce. His body was like a steering wheel.
Every move was a combination of hardness and softness, and the force penetrated through his fists and feet, causing the air to explode.
When the series of moves were connected, they were magnificent and had the might of the 18 Arhats.
It was obvious that the Arhat Fist had reached perfection in his hands.
Ning Chen was fascinated by it.
The leading monk who was practicing the Eighteen Arhat Fist immediately retracted his fist aura and looked at Ning Chen. He scolded sternly,"What are you looking at? Servants are not allowed to secretly learn advanced martial arts!”
The Eighteen Arhat Fist was considered a rather powerful fist and foot technique of the Shaolin Temple.
How could a mere servant monk who was sweeping the floor spy on him?
The young monks who were about the same age as Ning Chen looked over at the same time.
Their status was different from Ning Chen's, but they were real disciples of Shaolin Temple, not handymen who swept the floor and wiped the dust.
"Secretly learn?"
Facing everyone's gaze, Ning Chen smiled contemptuously and muttered in his heart,""System, I have signed in at Arhat Hall!”
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