In the early morning, the sun rises from the east.

Ah Cheng slowly woke up from entering the concentration, rubbing his hands and pressing on his face. The warm temperature of his palms covered his cheeks that had been exposed to the cold all night to comfort and softness. He slowly opened his eyes and kept his hands on his body for massage. After meditating for so long, he still had to pay attention to the transportation of blood and energy. Until the whole body was warm, he slowly opened the double plate and got up from the futon.

At this moment, his eyebrows warmed slightly, and a white patterned epiphany seal appeared. Ah Cheng closed his eyes and focused his thoughts on his mind. Suddenly, a strong middle-aged man appeared in front of him, his father left him. message.

"You make the rice first, then bring a pot of water to the field and put it on the ridge. Don’t forget to go to class. Your master told me that you have made rapid progress recently. Don’t be proud, don’t you? know……"

The father was babbling, Ah Cheng listened to him silently, and he left the Pure Land without replying to the news.

People are born to feel the Pure Land. This is a gift from the Bodhisattva. Through the Pure Land, people who are acquainted with each other can pass messages to each other. Other than that, it’s not a big deal. It is said that long ago, when the world first opened, people could In-depth links through Pure Land can not only convey news, but also convey will and skill. Everyone can share blessings and share difficulties. However, it is just a legend.

Ah Cheng went to prepare breakfast, boiled a pot of white porridge, and then took a few salted bamboo shoots from the pickled vegetable jar, washed away the salt on the surface, changed the knife into diced bamboo shoots, and mixed with sesame oil, which was regarded as a snack.

Sitting behind the stove and watching the scene of the fire, Ah Cheng did not waste it. With the red light of the firewood, he took out the classics and looked at it.

There are 14 sects in the world, and they have opened 14 academies, not only in the good Dao stars, but also in the evil Dao stars, and there are everywhere. The common people can choose different academies to practice martial arts, and they can learn up to the seventh-order exercises. If they want to further their studies, they have to go to the sect.

Ah Cheng chose the academy of Immeasurable King Kong Sect. He admired the ancestor of the sect, the man named Li Dingxun.

It is said that he is the master of the vajra martial arts, and there is no other vajra reckless man in the world. He is really a macho who can hit his fist immediately and crush a boulder on his chest.

Ah Cheng hopes that he can become a macho.

Unfortunately, he is the thinnest in the college.

So he told others that he wanted to be a bookish person, not a bald ass.

Therefore, his dean—some bald donkey in his mouth—was very opinionated about him.

Ah Cheng was fined to endorse because of his rude words.

"Shuo Shu, Shuo Shu...Oh, it's burnt!" Ah Cheng smelled a faint scent, and quickly opened the lid of the pot. A pot of good porridge was filled with rice, and the water hadn't boiled dry. , But the bottom was already a little burnt, Ah Cheng kept stirring with a spoon, and he was reciting the "Book of Songs" frantically in one hand.

For the time being, the dream of young Ah Cheng is to become a macho, the kind that he will never forget.

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The food in the college’s cafeteria is always great. Ah Cheng is happy to eat here. At home, he and a dad who is obsessed with farming are the only ones who have a culinary skill.

There is also A Zhi who eats together, he is much bigger than A Cheng, and he has a lot more appetite.

"Acheng, how are you doing your meditation practice now?"

"You swallow the rice and talk again, okay." Ah Cheng wiped the rice grains off his face. Azhi’s front teeth were knocked out, and before the doctor made the dentures for him, he leaked out of words and food.

"forget."

Ah Cheng does not eat quickly or slowly. His father is a person who pays great attention to table manners. He can't even speak when eating at home, but the father and son have nothing to communicate.

Ah Cheng likes to chat in the cafeteria, and his father likes to chat in the pure land. Everyone has a time of talking.

In addition to teaching poetry and martial arts, the courses of the college have other characteristics.

King Kong Academy and Shaolin Academy teach Buddhism.

Ranshan College will teach mathematics and miscellaneous studies.

Forging is taught at the Sword Academy.

Xuan Nv Academy teaches rhythm.

Baihua College teaches medical skills.

Wuxian Academy teaches poison.

Kongsang College teaches poison and medicine.

Fulongtan Academy teaches cooking.

Wudang Taoism.

Yuanshan teaches Taoism and Buddhism.

Emei also taught Taoism and Buddhism.

Number of teaching skills in Jieqing College.

The Lion Academy is more powerful. This group of reckless men has no culture, so they use some acrobatics to make up the numbers, such as lion dance, dragon dance, and broken boulders in the chest...

By the way, King Kong Patriarch Li Dingxun belonged to the Lion Sect, so the broken boulder on his chest might be a traditional show.

Each school has its own style, and this style has undoubtedly continued in each college.

Originally, Ah Cheng liked the Lion Academy very much, but because he was afraid of becoming a folk artist, he planned to lean on the bald donkey.

Today's Buddhism is still dominated by the mind meditation originated by the bodhisattva. There are various branches ~lightnovelpub.net~ but they are all supplements to mind meditation. Different paths will lead to the same goal.

Azhi scratched his head, "Acheng, I have always been unable to enter samādhi recently, why?"

"You should ask Master, not me."

"But Master asked me to ask you."

"That's because you are too stupid, the master is too lazy to teach."

"What?!" Azhi was shocked.

Ah Cheng caught a glimpse of a group of monks wearing monk robes coming in at the entrance of the cafeteria. They all had a steady pace, their temples bulged high, and they were good hands on the rivers and lakes.

"It's Senior Brother Sangji." Azhi looked admired. The Sangji he said was the first among the group of monks. Those who wear monks' robes are all disciples who are admired by this school. It's much higher.

"Don't be envious of others, you can also go to this sect in the future."

"Every year there are people who go to this sect, but Senior Brother Sangji is only one." Azhi really admired Sangji.

He is enthusiastic, good in martial arts, and good in popularity. He has recognized a new master in this school, and is said to have a high status. Among the students in these years, Sanji is the best.

He was greeted by a brother without mathematics after only a few steps in the cafeteria.

Had it not been for the King Kong Academy to accept only male disciples, it is estimated that Brother Sangji would be surrounded by school girls every day.

The exercises of King Kong Zong do have blessings for men, and they are not so friendly to women.

Ah Cheng stared at the large piece of barbecue on the dinner plate, thinking that this was his future life-all greasy muscles in the sight.

Even a person like Senior Brother Sangji can only stay among men. Not to mention that he is a little rookie, and he won't even be able to seize the opportunity to save the United States when he walks in the world.

For the time being, the dream of young Ah Cheng is to become stronger and then go to the hero to save the beauty.

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