You have to live in Solang’s shadow.”]

At the end of the ceremony, Suo Lang, possessed by He Zhao, officially became the only outstanding disciple of this generation in Bu Fa Temple.

Of course, it is impossible to only look at the surface of everything in the world. Although the honorary title sounds like the status is second only to the leader, the three masters, the Dharma King and other few people, in fact, they do not have the slightest rights. No one would bet on a six-year-old

of children.

Furthermore, the old monk, with his eyebrows hanging down to his shoulders, looked sickly, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. The fact is that he had to endure the death of countless generations of outstanding disciples who were waiting to succeed him.

Those young people with extraordinary talents never crossed the last threshold and transformed into the head of a temple, turning into a handful of loess, leaving behind a series of interesting stories.

'No matter what you say, you can get the title anyway, even if it is not as good as the most famous people in the temple. But it is a bit of a privilege, right? For example, get in touch with the high-level practitioners of Bufa Temple as early as possible, or choose the high-level practitioners at will, etc.

I don't pick.'

Everyone looked at the back of Suo Lang, an outstanding disciple with a thoughtful look on his face, and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

A group of people took turns going back and forth for a full eighteen days. Fortunately, the young monks who had grown up doing chores since childhood and had a lot of cultivation skills could not stand it.

If the famous ruthless man completed the ceremony meticulously, the days he spent were a crazy torture for the host and others, and a crazy torture for them.

"As expected of a disciple who is destined to be my Buddha, he is really able to survive!" Some people exchanged their heads and lowered their voices and whispered to each other. At the same time, they were secretly rejoicing in their hearts.

With Solang's tenacity, he can survive for at least a hundred years. When the next ceremony begins, how can they be at the level of a great monk?

Suddenly, even if the new generation of outstanding disciples are still meticulous and kowtow a hundred thousand times and bless tens of thousands of people, they will not be too tired and there will be new novices to work.

On the other side, the outstanding disciples of Bufa Temple were brought back to the room where they stayed temporarily when they returned home. In the words of the monks, the standard of the room matched that of the master, the master of the courtyard, and the Dharma King.

After a night of silence, the child got out of bed early in the morning and opened his eyes sleepily.

"Lord Solang, we are here to help you get dressed and wash up."

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

"Enter."

"Squeak!"

Two wooden doors made of precious wood were opened from the outside, and a few novice monks aged fifteen, six, or seven came in. They were holding white facekerchiefs and mountain spring water, and some were holding tooth springs and medicinal herbs.

Ground powder.

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

The six-year-old child felt at ease being served by others. After being refreshed, he drank a large bowl of ghee and began to give formal lessons.

It's impossible for an outstanding disciple who is the next successor of Bufa Temple to not learn any knowledge, right?

In fact, he has a lot to learn

The old monk led Suolang and the two young monks who were responsible for serving at all times to the Lakang Hall, which is responsible for imparting knowledge to novices under ten years old.

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

"Lord Solang!"

When they saw the arrival of the new generation of leaders, they stood up immediately, folded their hands and bent down to salute.

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

Afterwards, of course, I went to watch the celebration.

As a result, except for Sanji, the remaining four people were all patting their chests and rejoicing that they were not chosen as outstanding disciples!

If you are unlucky enough to be selected, you will have to ring your head a hundred thousand times and receive blessings from tens of thousands of people, and you will die from exhaustion?

butter?

It's not like they haven't drank it before. Of course, the old monk who was responsible for disciplining everyone stated in detail that the ghee that he and his group drank was not at the same level as the outstanding disciples.

However, even if they drink the best ghee, everyone does not think that the people who send Jiji will be able to survive.

"Lord Solang."

The old monk, who looked about fifty years old, stood up and saluted the six-year-old child with his hands clasped together.

"This is Bechava of our temple, who can also be called a sutra-reading monk. Only among the many sutra-reading monks, the most outstanding ones can be called Bechava. They are very knowledgeable. On weekdays, they are responsible for teaching novice monks who participate in the competition for outstanding disciples.

Knowledge, or translation of ancient scriptures, divination.”

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

Although Sangji and the other five people were kicked out one by one by some shameless bastard, they are still rare talents. It would be strange for Bufa Temple to treat them as ordinary children.

It must be cultivated more and more to become the mainstay of the temple.

The two iron rod brothers are the most obvious example.

The once outstanding disciples turned into a handful of loess, and the two of them patrolled the plateau, and in the future they will also serve as middle and high-level officials in the temple.

"The Great Monk Bechava."

"sit."

The sutra-reading monk smiled when he heard this and pointed to the futon road in front of the five people.

"Every disciple who enters the monastery needs to study the five treatises. Among them, the five treatises refer to: "The Treatise on Discipline", "The Treatise on the Solemnity of Present View", "The Treatise on Entering the Middle", and "The Treatise on Kusha", and study the four for two years.

Only "The Theory of Precepts" only takes one year to study."

"Nine years?" Dunzhu's eyes widened, making him dumbfounded.

Bechava: "."

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

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

Dundup: "."

It might as well be nine years!!

Five books, two years

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"In addition, I would like to warn the five of you. If you fail the five theory examinations in two years' time, you will become the most ordinary monk and be responsible for all the chores in the temple."

"Uh huh huh!"

The five little ones nodded like garlic, but as they nodded, they noticed something was wrong.

Wait a minute, why is it [Warning Five People]?

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

Good guy, if the outstanding co-authored disciple failed the exam, nothing will happen to him?

"Yes, even if Sir Solan does not participate in the assessment, there will be no problem." Bechawa, who is responsible for imparting knowledge, saw the puzzled expressions of the young novices and nodded in affirmation.

Five people: "."

Okay, blatantly engaging in privileges!

"Then is it okay if I don't study?" Suo Lang, who had been mentally hinted, couldn't help but his eyes suddenly lit up, and in an innocent tone, he expressed his desire to skip class.

Scripture-reading monk: "."

Why don't you go to heaven?

In the end, Solan's unreasonable request was brutally rejected.

If he agreed to this, the host's face would be darkened, wouldn't he be giving people eye drops?

Okay, you deliberately don't impart knowledge to outstanding disciples, and train them in a direction that makes them useless. Are you greedy for the throne at the head of a temple and unwilling to delegate power?

The next day, He Zhao only felt uncomfortable.

Nothing else, Sanchi's counterattack begins.

The monks who read scriptures imparted their knowledge, and this boy could draw inferences every time.

Although, some people can be considered academic masters due to their adult minds, and are much better than their peers, or even children older than them.

However, in the face of a god of study, academic masters are somewhat unsatisfactory. There is a good saying, you can get a hundred points because your own limit is a hundred points. Others can get a hundred points because

The test score is only one hundred points.

The reading monk was talking to Sanji and couldn't help but nod his head, what a great seedling!

At the end of the day, he wished he could just accept him as his disciple and teach him scriptures by his side.

At the same time, looking at Solan, he would sometimes frown.

Outstanding disciple, that’s it?

All I had to say was "No way, no way".

Of course, as a great monk, he has the qualities he should have. It's just that he subconsciously imagines "outstanding disciples" differently from ordinary people and ordinary geniuses.

However, once it is discovered that it is inconsistent with psychological expectations, the impression score will naturally decrease and plummet.

After the lesson, when the young novices were being sent to the toilet, the old monk was mumbling something.
To be continued...