My Past Life Simulator

  Chapter 514 513 [Sangji: "I don't know why, but I always feel that I live in the shadow of Solange."]

  The ceremony ended, and Suo Lang, who was possessed by He Zhao, officially became the only outstanding disciple of this generation in Bufa Temple.

  Of course, everything in the world cannot just look at the surface. Although the honorary title sounds like a few people whose status is second only to the head of the seat, the heads of the three major courtyards, and the King of Dharma, in fact, they have no rights at all. No one would put their bets on a six-year-old child.

  Furthermore, the old monk with eyebrows drooping to his shoulders looked sickly, as if a gust of wind could blow people down. The truth is, I don't know how many generations of outstanding disciples are waiting to succeed.

  Those talented young people never crossed the last threshold, transformed into the head of a temple, turned into a handful of loess, leaving behind a series of interesting stories.

  'Don't care what you say, anyway, if you get the title, even if it's not as good as the most famous people in the temple. But it's more or less privileged, right? For example, I don't choose to get in touch with Bufa Temple Gaogong as soon as possible, or choose Gaogong. '

  Everyone looked at the back of the outstanding disciple Suo Lang who looked thoughtful, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

  A group of people took turns going back and forth for a full eighteen days. Fortunately, they grew up doing odd jobs since they were young, and the young monks who have cultivated themselves can't stand it to some extent.

  If it is said that the famous ruthless person completed the ceremony meticulously, the days spent would be crazy torture for the seat lord and others, and it would be crazy torture for them.

   "As expected of a disciple who has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, he can really survive!" Some people turned their heads to each other and talked in a low voice. At the same time, I secretly rejoiced in my heart.

  With Solang's toughness, it can last at least a hundred years. When the next ceremony begins, how can they be at the level of great monks.

  In a sudden, even if the new generation of outstanding disciples still meticulously kowtow 100,000 times and bless tens of thousands of people, they will not be too tired, and there will be new novice monks working.

  On the other side, the outstanding disciples of the Bufa Monastery were brought back by the monks to the room where they stayed temporarily when they returned home. In the words of the big and small monks, the standard of the house is matched with the seat owner, the head of the courtyard, and the dharma kings.

   After a night of nothing to say, the child got out of bed early in the morning and opened his eyes sleepily.

   "Master Suolan, we are here to help you dress and wash."

   There was a knock on the door, followed by the familiar monk's voice.

"Enter."

   "Crack!"

  Two wooden doors made of precious wood were opened from the outside, and several young monks aged fifteen, six, and seven came in. In their hands are white facekerchiefs and mountain spring water, and some people hold tooth springs and powder made from herbs.

   After all, it is not modern, there are no towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste and other items. But the things they hold in their hands are all objects that can only be used by nobles, at least at this time they are very valuable.

  The six-year-old child was served with peace of mind. After a new look, he drank a large bowl of ghee and began to formally teach.

  It is impossible to be an outstanding disciple of the next successor of Bufa Temple and not learn any knowledge, right?

  Actually, he has a lot to learn

  The old monk led Suolang, and two young monks who were in charge of serving all the time, to the Lakang Temple, which was in charge of imparting knowledge to novice monks under the age of ten.

  In the hall, there are also five well-behaved young monks sitting upright. The five people were not others, but Dundup, Sangchi and others who competed with someone for the title of Outstanding Disciple and were swept out.

   "Master Solan!"

  When they saw the arrival of a new generation of leading figures, they immediately got up one by one, folded their hands together and bent down to salute.

  After the ceremony began, the five followed the old monk in the temple and learned the etiquette for a period of time.

   Afterwards, it is natural to be there to watch the celebration.

   As a result, except for Sangji, one of the remaining four people counted as one, and they all patted their chests and rejoiced that they were not selected as outstanding disciples!

  In the unfortunate event of being selected, one hundred thousand times of ringing the head, tens of thousands of blessings, must not be exhausted?

   Ghee?

  It’s not that they haven’t drunk it. Of course, the old monk who is in charge of disciplining everyone has explained in detail that the ghee that he and others drink is not at the same level as the outstanding disciples.

  However, even if they drank the best ghee, everyone didn’t think that Jiji and others would be able to survive.

   "Master Solange."

  The old monk with a face of about fifty years old stood up and saluted the six-year-old child with clasped hands.

"This is the Bechava of this temple, who can also be called a monk who reads scriptures. Only the most outstanding monks among the many monks who read scriptures can be called Bechava. He is very knowledgeable. On weekdays, he is responsible for teaching the novice monks who participate in the competition of outstanding disciples. Knowledge, or translation of ancient scriptures, divination."

  The old monk who led He Zhao with the child, leaned down and explained in a low voice.

  Although Sanji and other five people were kicked out one by one by some shameless bastard, they are also rare talents. Bufa Temple, it would be strange if they were treated as ordinary children.

   Must be cultivated a lot to become the mainstay of the temple.

  The two iron rod brothers are the most obvious example.

  The former outstanding disciple turned into a handful of loess, and the two of them patrolled the plateau. In the future, they will also serve as the middle and high level of the temple.

   "The Great Monk Bechava."

"sit."

  The scripture-reading monk smiled and pointed to the futon road in front of the five people.

"Every disciple who enters the temple needs to study five treatises. Among them, the five treatises refer to: "Theory of Interpretation of Quantity", "On the Solemnity of Present Viewing", "On Entering the Middle Way", and "The Treatise on Jushe". Four of them should be studied for two years. There is only "Treatise on Precepts", which can only be studied for one year."

   "Nine years?" Dun Zhu stared at him, and he was stunned.

  Beceva: "."

  After a long while, the great monk had no choice but to speak.

   "Who said that you can only study one book in one or two years? Don't you study five books at the same time?"

  Dhondup: "."

   Not as good as nine years!

  Five books, two years

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   "In addition, the old monk wants to warn you five. If you fail the five theory assessment two years later, you will become the most ordinary monk and be in charge of all miscellaneous matters in the monastery."

   "Mmmmmm!"

  The five little ones nodded their heads, but felt something was wrong when they nodded.

  Wait a minute, why [warn five people]?

  Their eyes couldn't help but focus on Suo Lang, who debuted in the C position, right in front of him.

   Good guy, the outstanding student who co-authored failed the exam, is there nothing wrong with it?

   "That's right, even if Lord Suolan doesn't participate in the assessment, there is nothing wrong with it." Bechava, who was in charge of imparting knowledge, nodded in affirmation when she saw the puzzled expressions of the young novice monks.

Five people:"."

   Okay, blatantly engaging in privileges!

   "Then it's okay for me not to learn?" Suo Lang, who was suffering from a mental suggestion, couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and in an innocent tone, he expressed his desire to skip class.

   Buddhist scripture reader: "."

  Why don't you go to heaven?

  In the end, Suo Lang's unreasonable request was crippled.

  If this is agreed, the face of the seat owner should be black, isn't it eye drops.

   Okay, deliberately not imparting the knowledge of outstanding disciples, and cultivating them in the direction of waste. Is it because you are greedy for the throne of the head of a temple and refuse to delegate power?

  The next day, He Zhao only felt uncomfortable.

   Nothing else, the counterattack belonging to Sanji began.

  The monks who read the scriptures imparted their knowledge, and this kid can draw inferences every time.

  Although, some people can be regarded as academic masters because of their adult minds. Compared with their peers, even children who are older than him, they are much more outstanding.

  However, facing a **** of learning, Xueba is more or less not enough. There is a saying that you can score 100 points in the test because your own limit is 100 points. People get 100 points in the test because the test score is only 100 points.

  The scripture-reading monk talked with Sangji, and he couldn't help nodding, what a young man!

   After a day, he wished he could directly accept the other party as a disciple, and he would teach scriptures by his side.

   At the same time, looking at Suo Lang, he sometimes frowned.

  Outstanding disciple, that's it?

   It's just a matter of saying the words "No way, no way".

  Of course, as a great monk, you should have the qualities you should have. It's just that I subconsciously imagine that "Outstanding Disciple" is different from ordinary people and ordinary geniuses.

  But once it is discovered that it does not meet the psychological expectations, the impression score will naturally decrease and plummet.

  After the lecture, when the young novice monks were sent to the toilet, the old monk muttered something.

  The voice is small, but I can't stand someone who understands lip language.

   "It shouldn't be, it's not right. Could it be that the seat owner made a mistake? In fact, the real [Outstanding Disciple] is Sangji, not the mediocre Suolang after learning."

  “.”

  Old monk, if you can’t speak, no one will treat you as dumb!

  Mediocre?

  If I am mediocre, what are the other four people!

   Pig?

  If Suo Lang is a master of learning and Sanji is a **** of learning.

  Then the other four people can only be said to be scumbags with terrible grades.

At the end of the day, my mind was muddled, I stuttered when I asked a question, the previous scripture was explained in great detail, and I almost broke it, crumbled it into pieces and chewed it into a paste, and delivered it to my mouth. As a result, four people competed with each other for "geniuses", don't bother to ask Just one sentence: no.

   "No, if you continue, maybe everyone will devote all their energy to Sangji. Instead, I won't be able to get more training."

   "Tap Tat Tat"

  He heard footsteps behind him, and he turned his head to look.

   Sangji came back from the outside, looked at Suo Lang's gaze, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be mocking.

  Is the title of outstanding disciple useful?

   Easy to use!

  Resources and treatment are far from what those who are eliminated can compare.

  However, once he is compared to others, there may be gossip in the temple.

  It is true that there are 100,000 head ringings in ceremonies, and feats of blessing close to 50,000 people, but as time goes by, the above deeds will gradually fade.

   As for Sanji, who has suddenly emerged, his deeds will be spread little by little.

   When the time comes, he will congratulate someone passively.

  'Damn it! '

  If it weren’t for the fact that Bufa Temple is a dragon’s pool and a tiger’s den, I would have assassinated you tonight and made you feel embarrassed. Didn’t you know that the rafters in your early days rotted first?

  ‘No, I have to counter it! '

  Is he a sit-and-go guy?

  If there is no smile on the corner of Sanji's mouth, maybe he will wait until tomorrow to fight back.

   But, you saw me laughing?

"boom!"

   With one punch, Sanji was knocked down. It is true that I recalled the punching skills in the screening ceremony.

   Immediately afterwards, under the spiritual suggestion, Solang rode on Sanji and shot left and right, accompanied by fists raining down, and **** teeth flying up.

  The scripture-reading monk was dazed at first, but it took him a while to come back to his senses. He jumped up from the futon with a bang, rushed forward with a loud voice, and forcibly separated the two of them.

   "Rewind!"

   After uttering the two words, the world suddenly came to a standstill, and the surrounding scenery quickly reversed.

  The monk who read the scriptures returned to the futon again, and the scene was transferred from the Lacan Hall to the outstanding disciple room, and then from the outstanding disciple room to the main hall for the celebration ceremony, and all the people from each family returned.

   Until, back to the screening ceremony.

  Therefore, He Zhao performed a punching kung fu for the hosts again, beating Sangji and others to the ground.

   Laughing?

  I make you laugh!

  Laugh at your uncle!

  The seat lord and others looked at the five gifted children who had all been knocked down, dumbfounded.

  Eat sweets, cakes, drink highland barley wine, hold a butter lamp, play the gold-plated gemstone-embedded conch, and after finishing a Sanskrit song, sit cross-legged on the spot and begin to recite the "Ksitigarbha Vow Sutra".

  Next, they tortured the seat master and others again, and they endured them for eighteen days, which is considered to be an eagle.

  After the celebration, the next day was served by the young monks and went to the Lacan Hall.

  'Archive! '

  Meditating in my heart, the light spot representing the screening ceremony was broken, and a brand new archive point was re-condensed.

  After that, the great monk Bechava began to give lectures.

  The only difference from the last retracement is that this time, the person who can draw inferences from one instance, is quick-witted, and is known as the **** of learning is replaced by Suo Lang, who has won the title of "Outstanding Disciple".

  Every time Sanji was about to speak, the hateful kid who robbed him of his honorary title in his eyes would speak first.

   What is puzzling is why every time the other party speaks, what they say is all prepared by themselves?

  The great monk who is responsible for imparting knowledge, every conversation is full of laughter.

  If it wasn’t for the outstanding disciple who assumed the position of inheriting the head of the Bufa Temple, the monk who read the scriptures could not wait to go to the room of the current head, and begged him to assign Suolang to his subordinates and become a disciple who always accompanied him.

  In short, a learned teacher is not to mention how happy he is to meet a gifted student.

  Sangji, who was robbed of his words, seemed a bit ordinary in the eyes of the great monk.

  So, when the get out of class was over and the six of them relaxed, Bechava began to mutter again.

"Hey! The skin is good, but it's a pity that wisdom can't be revealed through the face. Suo Lang is worthy of being an outstanding disciple. While his heart is tenacious, he also has a wisdom that is unparalleled. What a good disciple, what a good successor Ah, why isn't it mine?"

  Sangji heard every word in his ears, which was more uncomfortable than killing himself with a knife.

   As for how you heard it?

  He can't read lips, but he can't resist someone who understands.

   What's even more disturbing is that some shameless and murderous **** read out every word, and it was clearly transmitted to Sanji's ears.

  As for our Sanji, his mentality suddenly collapsed.

  The day's teaching was officially over, and Bechava looked at the six little ones and asked them what they thought.

   It's Sanji's turn, only one sentence.

   "I don't know why, but I always feel that I live in the shadow of Solange. Everything he says is mine."

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   No big problem, just exercise more.

  (end of this chapter)