Fatty Zhu walked directly to the bed and sat down. Looking at the two of them stunned, he said, "Why, you don't welcome me?"
"Welcome, welcome, how could you not be welcome?" Ye Xiong quickly ordered the Wulian monk next to him: "Little monk, hurry up, go downstairs and ask the waiter to make a pot of good tea, and fry some special dishes, the three of us will have a good time
Let’s chat.”
Monk Wulian froze on the spot, staring blankly at Ye Xiong, his expression clearly saying: "Why should I go?"
Ye Xiong approached and whispered: "This is a disciple of the Buddha. Maybe he can know the competition items of this year's pilgrimage ceremony."
Monk Wu Lian's eyes suddenly lit up, he nodded quickly and walked over as if running errands.
Ye Xiong walked over, sat down in front of the fat man, and said with a smile: "Fat man, I know you are a loyal person."
"Don't talk nonsense, I just have a lot of free time and came to chat with you," the fat man replied.
"Yes, let's just chat." Ye Xiong smiled.
Soon, tea was served, as were the dishes, and the table was full.
I have to say that Wu Lian, this guy, really fails to accomplish anything.
There was a table full of dishes, most of which were vegetarian, with very little meat, and it was very unsatisfying to eat.
The fat man seemed to be unable to enjoy his meal, so Ye Xiong had no choice but to ask the waiter to add a few more plates of meat.
"Fat man, Monk Wulian and I are both newcomers. It is our first time to participate in the pilgrimage ceremony. We don't understand many things. Can you tell us what the pilgrimage ceremony is like and how the assessment is usually conducted?" That's nonsense.
After half a day, Ye Xiong started to get to the point.
The fat man set up a water mirror to prevent his words from coming out, and then said: "The Pilgrimage Ceremony is actually a selection competition. Now the Six Paths have an agreement for a hundred-year competition. Every hundred years, the Six Paths will each send ten
Young disciples, with bones no more than two thousand years old, gathered together for a grand competition. Daodao Temple was promoted as the leader of Buddhism, and the important task of selecting each realm fell on Daodao Temple. This is the pilgrimage ceremony."
"How did Daodao Temple select people in the past?" Ye Xiong asked.
"The assessment questions for each Daodao Temple are answered by the master himself, and then the questions are handed over to the senior brother, who will execute them."
"Master Zhu, what are the selection questions for each generation?" Wu Lian asked.
"According to previous customs, there are four levels in the pilgrimage ceremony. The first three levels select the top ten disciples. If you can pass the last level, you can become the master's disciple and join the inner sect. However, thousands of years have passed.
, no disciple has ever been able to pass the fourth level." Fatty said.
"What kind of question is this fourth level and why is it so difficult?" Ye Xiong was also speechless.
"The questions are different every time. No one can predict what kind of questions the master will give." At this point, the fat man changed the topic and said seriously: "You should not think about the fourth level for the time being, and you should prepare well before it.
Let’s pass three levels!”
"What content will be tested in the first three levels?" Monk Wulian asked.
"According to the previous situation, the first level is basically to understand the Dharma. The master will produce some magical powers, which are carved on the stone wall. The disciples will learn and comprehend within the specified time. The one who comprehends the strongest will enter the third level.
The second level. As for the second level, it is generally for those who have enlightened the Tao and cultivated the Buddha's mind. People with evil thoughts in their hearts will find it difficult to pass this level. This level is similar to the mental calamity during ascension. As for the third level, it is debate on sutras.
…”
Next, Fatty told Ye Xiong Wulian some of the past situations, so that the two of them had a general direction in mind.
"Fat man, is there no PK in this pilgrimage ceremony? If we don't face each other, how do we know which one is stronger and which one is not?" Ye Xiong asked.
"The Pilgrimage Ceremony never uses PK to select disciples. Those who can pass the first two levels will not be inferior in strength. With the strength of the master, it is not difficult to improve their strength, so PK is completely
No need." Fatty replied.
"Is your master so powerful?" Ye Xiong swallowed deeply.
"Let's put it this way, with your current strength, it is impossible to be Chen Feng's opponent. It is out of reach. However, if you become the master's disciple, as long as the master is willing, you can catch up with Chen Feng in a short time.
, even...defeat him."
After hearing this, Ye Xiong became more and more excited. If this Buddha was so powerful, then he must find a way to pass the fourth level, enter the inner sect, and become his disciple.
After a simple meal, Ye Xiong dug out many useful things from the fat man's mouth, giving him a general understanding of the pilgrimage ceremony.
After eating and drinking, the fat man patted his belly and walked away with satisfaction.
After a day's rest, early on the third day, Ye Xiong and Wu Lian followed the crowd and headed towards Daodao Mountain.
The day of the pilgrimage ceremony has finally arrived.
After an audition, there are only more than a thousand people who are qualified to participate in the pilgrimage ceremony. Although the number is not large, we want to be among the top ten among the thousand people and represent the Buddhist sect in the Six Paths Competition.
It's still not easy.
When we came to the Daodao Temple Square on the mountain again, more than a thousand stone tablets had been erected on the originally empty square.
These stone tablets are about two meters high, with nothing on them. Under the stone tablets, there is a number.
The time has not yet come, and many monks are waiting outside.
At eight o'clock, three figures suddenly walked out of the hall.
In addition to the fourth girl and Fatty Zhu whom I met two days ago, there is also a long-haired man.
The man let his hair down and covered one eye, leaving only the other eye scanning the crowd.
He had his hands folded across his chest, one of which held a green sword.
Nowadays, monks have storage rings, and few monks carry swords in their hands. Judging from the way the long-haired man holds the sword, it seems that he never leaves his hand with the sword.
"Third Senior Brother, it's time to start." The fourth girl said to the long-haired man.
The long-haired man nodded, took two steps forward, pointed at the stone tablets in the square, and said crisply: "Press the number, take a seat."
People outside the venue entered the square one after another, found the stone tablets belonging to their brands, and stood beside them.
"The first level is very simple. When the time comes, magical powers will appear on the stone wall. Before the magical powers disappear, you must learn and use them to pass through the Prajna Array. That's it." The third senior brother spoke very simply, and his tone sounded strange.
It feels like if he can explain something clearly in two words, he will never say three words.
Cherishing words like gold is the kind of person you are talking about!
"After a while, a magical power will appear on the stone tablet. You must learn it within the specified time. The more you learn, the greater your chance of passing the Prajna Formation. Remember, you can only use the magical power learned on the stone tablet when passing through.
, if other magical powers are used, even if the formation is successful, it will be ineffective. Do you all hear clearly?" The fourth girl was afraid that some people in the audience would not understand, so she repeated it loudly.
"I understand." The audience said in unison.
"Attention everyone, the first level will begin immediately."
As soon as the fourth girl finished speaking, the originally empty stone tablet suddenly began to twist, and some protruding words slowly appeared on it, and even some humanoid pictures also appeared on it.
(PS: I have been paddling these past few days because I have not figured out how to write the plot of the Pilgrimage Ceremony. Every time I write about Buddhist practice, it is extremely painful.)