Journey to the West, one of the fist saints

Chapter 2 Time flies
Time flies, and it is eight years in a blink of an eye.

"Jiang Liu'er, do you know how long you have been in Jinshan Temple?" Abbot Fa Ming asked with his eyes closed and a Buddhist bead in his hand.

Jiang Qiyu was sitting on a futon in the back, resting his chin in his hand, and was lost in thought. Hearing this question, he suddenly came back to his senses: "Master, it should be eight years old!"

Abbot Faming nodded his head, and said in his heart: "This kid is really intelligent. He has never cried or made noise since he was a child. No one taught him, yet he still remembers things from his childhood!"

After Faming asked a question, he stopped talking, and continued to recite Buddhist scriptures, practice Zen and enlightenment.

"It's been eight years, and my body has grown a lot, so I should be able to start training!" Jiang Qiyu's heart was eager to move. In order not to damage his body, he didn't start exercising according to the method in his mind a few years ago.

At this time, Abbot Fa Ming seemed to have sensed Jiang Qiyu's distracted thoughts, "Jiang Liuer, don't be distracted, just concentrate on reading the Buddhist scriptures!"

"Yes, Master!"

Jiang Qiyu sat up straight, holding a thick Buddhist scriptures, and recited in a low voice.

After finishing homework in the morning, it was almost noon. After lunch, Jiang Qiyu hurriedly slipped out of the presiding courtyard and came to the Bodhidharma courtyard to watch a few brothers practice martial arts.

Subduing Demon Fist, Sweeping the Floor Kung Fu, Dharma Stick Technique, Vajra Finger, Nine-section Whip, Iron Head Kung Fu...

The brothers from more than 20 Bodhidharma schools all had different unique skills. They played vigorously on the practice ground. From time to time, there was the sound of air explosions, mixed with shouting, and it was very lively.

"Hey, Xiaoliuer, come to see us practicing kung fu again. You are so interested. In a few years, let the head of our Bodhidharma Academy teach you kung fu!" A fat monk with big ears saw Jiang Qiyu squatting On one side, he laughed out loud.

"Brother Zhihu, my master said that I just need to meditate and comprehend the Dharma. Don't let me practice martial arts!" Jiang Qiyu said bitterly.

When he was two and a half years old, he asked Abbot Faming if he could come to the Bodhidharma Academy to practice martial arts, but the old abbot said meaningfully that he was born with Buddha's light and was only suitable for studying deep Buddhist scriptures. In the future, he will have a powerful guardian follow.

Only then did Jiang Qiyu realize that this old abbot was not a simple character, he seemed to know something extraordinary, or he had been secretly taught by some bodhisattva.

Of course I have powerful guardians, or three, a monkey, a pig and a water demon.

Jiang Qiyu dismissed the idea of ​​going to the Bodhidharma Academy to learn martial arts. After all, those martial arts are mortal martial arts, and at most they can deal with bandits and bandits, but they can't defeat demons and ghosts with magical powers.

I came here just to pass the time. Although Jinshan Temple is big, there are only a few interesting places.

Zhihu touched his bald head and said with a smile: "To be favored by the abbot shows that you have a good relationship with Buddhism. Don't disappoint the abbot's expectations!"

Jiang Qiyu didn't bother to speak anymore, and looked at it for a while with his chin in his hand, then turned around and went to the vicinity of the bell tower feeling bored.

Few people set foot on the bell tower after noon, and only in the morning and evening are the monks on duty come here to ring the bell.

The bell tower has three floors. Jiang Qiyu didn't go up, but found the side next to the wall, and started doing push-ups after getting down.

One!
two!

three!

...

Fifteen!
It doesn't seem very strenuous to do the first 40 with a small body, but starting from No.[-], I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in my arms.

Gritting his teeth, Jiang Qiyu continued to persevere in order not to become a monster in the future.

Slower and slower.

51!
52!

...

75!

After doing this, Jiang Qiyu's arms were already trembling a little. Although his eight-year-old body is stronger than that of ordinary children, it is still a mortal body after all.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, a gust of wind and sand blew over, rolled up the little monk's robe, and the dirt and sand entered the mouth that was breathing heavily.

"Bah bah..."

Jiang Qiyu stood up and sat up for a rest, spitting out the sand in his mouth.

"It's still a bit laborious, can you do half of it first!" Jiang Qiyu rubbed his swollen and numb arms, closed his eyes and looked at the data in his mind.

【Push-up】: 0/100×N
【Crunches】: 0/100×N
[Squat down and stand up]: 0/100×N
[10 km long run]: 0/10×N
[Normal]: Mortal Level 0

[Serious]: Mortal level 0

[Anger]: Mortal Level 0

Sure enough, there was no change at all. It seems that they must reach one hundred to be considered a group.

Jiang Qiyu rested for a while, lay down and continued to do push-ups.

76!

77!

...

98!

99!

a hundred!

When he reached a full hundred, Jiang Qiyu sat slumped on the ground, breathing heavily for air, and closed his eyes to check the data again, but the result made him a little collapsed.

How...how could there be no change? !

Jiang Qiyu was a little distressed, so she found a piece of lawn to lie down and rest for a while, and then began to try to do sit-ups.

Sit-ups are easier for him, and feel a little easier than push-ups.

This time he didn't dare to take a break, he did a hundred sit-ups in a row, and then checked the data.

【Push-up】: 0/100×N
【Crunches】: 1/100×N
[Squat down and stand up]: 0/100×N
[10 km long run]: 0/10×N
[Normal]: Mortal Level 0

[Serious]: Mortal level 0

[Anger]: Mortal Level 0

"It turns out that you can't stop in the middle, so it's difficult. I guess it's hard to do a hundred push-ups at one go~" Jiang Qiyu sighed, "Let's do other things first!"

I finished a hundred squats in one go, and my thighs felt sore after I finished, and I trembled a little when I walked.

The next step was the ten-kilometer long run. Jiang Qiyu, who was very aware of it, chose to jog. It was like a turtle's speed, not even as fast as a brisk walk.

Jogging like this, he grinned when he came down or up the steps. The squatting just now made his legs a little cramp.

Jogging around the entire Jinshan Temple, starting from the bell tower, passing along the stone road through the Dharma Protector Hall, the Drum Tower, and the Patriarch Hall, then passing through the stone steps between the Dharma Hall and the back hall of the Daxiong Hall, and then passing through the Jialan Hall to return to the Bell Tower.

This circle is at least 2000 meters long. Although Jinshan Temple is complete at this time, its area is far smaller than other large temples, and it can be regarded as a small temple at best.Among them, there are more than 160 monks.Among them, more than [-] monks of various colors belong to each courtyard, and the rest of the servants account for nearly half, and there are some permanent pilgrims.

In Jinshan Temple, only their abbot, Faming, can truly be called a virtuous and eminent monk. It is said that he has repaired the Buddha bone and completed his good deeds.

Along the way, many little novice monks or monks pointed at him, not knowing what the little novice who was carried back by the abbot was running wildly.

Jiang Qiyu didn't care about them, just ran silently, and said hello when he met a familiar senior brother. By the second lap, Jiang Qiyu's speed had slowed down to the point where he was not as fast as walking.

In this way, it was not until the evening that Jiang Qiyu managed to run ten kilometers. When he saw the data displayed: [10 kilometers long run]: 1/10×N, he directly lay down on the grass on one side regardless of his image.

After resting for an hour, Jiang Qiyu dragged his heavy body back to his small room.

This room was originally a firewood room, but Abbot Faming had someone make it into a small room, and Jiang Qiyu slept here all the time after he was one and a half years old.

Jiang Qiyu lay on the bed, the surroundings gradually fell into silence, the birds returned to their nests, and the sound of insects gradually began to sing.

An hour later, when the night came, there was still no movement on his golden finger. Jiang Qiyu couldn't help being curious, "Is it possible that you have to complete all the training before something happens?"

Jiang Qiyu touched his hairy head, and there was a gurgling sound in his stomach. There was no dinner in the temple. He had two meals a day since he was a child, and now he is used to it.

Today's exercise made him hungry a little faster. At this time, his whole body has rested. Although his muscles are sore, it does not affect his actions.

Quietly got out of bed, pushed open the torreya door with a "squeak" and slipped into the cooking room, the pot was covered with some of today's leftovers, planning to use it to make vegetable soup or soup tomorrow.

Jiang Qiyu pushed open the lid of the pot, took out a pot of pancakes and gnawed on them. His mouth was cold, but it didn't affect his appetite at all.

"It would be great if there was a pot of sauerkraut fish, or sweet and sour pork tenderloin." Jiang Qiyu thought silently.

I'm afraid Tathagata can't be counted at this moment, and the Buddhist scriptures I arranged are drooling thinking about meat.

(End of this chapter)