The Story of Attaining Buddhahood (01~05)

I live in Shaolin Temple, as a young

monk with the Dharma name Junbao. My master is Cheng Guan, a monk in
the Arhat Hall , definitely not the abbot or an elder. My master is quite old, and the reason he still accepted my
senior brother Junyu and me is because Shaolin Temple has been booming lately. The various elders have become very famous in the martial arts world and have made
many friends in the Jianghu. As a result, young people from Shaolin Temple are flocking to learn martial arts, crowding Shaoshi Mountain. Among them
is my senior brother Junyu. He originally only wanted to be a lay disciple, but there are conditions for becoming a lay disciple.

To avoid having too few bald heads, the abbot promptly issued a decree, ordering that only 600
disciples could be recruited each year, and lay disciples could not make up more than 20% of the Shaolin disciples! The year my senior brother entered the temple, Shaolin had already recruited
498 monks and 100 lay disciples.

There were only two spots left that year, and both had to shave their heads to become monks. Actually, everyone who comes to Shaolin Temple just wants to learn
some martial arts to be good at fighting and charming women. Wouldn't becoming a monk ruin their lives? So they all
turn to Wudang, Kongtong, Huashan, and other big schools. Although their martial arts aren't as powerful, they can drink and eat
meat, which is far better than Shaolin, this sacred Buddhist place! Only my senior brother had a brilliant idea. Since Shaolin martial arts are powerful anyway, he
could just break the temple rules and be expelled. Hehe, I'm sixteen this year, and I was
twenty when I came out. The young lady at the brothel just happened to deflower me… So, with a lewd grin, he calmly shaved his head and entered the temple under
the dumbfounded , taking the Dharma name Junyu. Behind him was
me, Junbao, the little monk, who had nothing to eat and was there to become a monk anyway.

My master, Abbot Chengguan, was highly skilled in martial arts, but not very proficient in Buddhism, so he could never
hold a position of power in the various halls of Shaolin Temple; he was just an ordinary senior monk. This monk loved to boast. Whenever he felt dizzy from
chanting scriptures , he would call us fellow disciples and order us to strip naked and do push-ups.

After we finished two thousand, he would touch his bald head, gaze blankly westward,
and then say something that made us burst out laughing. He said, "I was originally a spirit cat under the Buddha's seat on Mount Ling in the West
. Because I often listened to the Buddha's teachings, my intelligence gradually opened up, and through diligent cultivation, I finally attained human form. One day, by chance,
I met the Buddha, who asked: 'What is it to become a Buddha?' Alas, I dislike reading the most, so I couldn't answer
..." The Buddha smiled slightly and asked again: "What are you best at?" I immediately replied: "The Invincible Golden Spear Technique." Then I
began to demonstrate.

The Buddha's mouth gaped open for a long time, unable to speak, before finally saying: "A spirit cat has a spirit; it must enter the world to experience and
teach, in order to cultivate the Joyful Dharma among my various teachings." Finally, he commanded my master to reincarnate in the East to cultivate,
and gave him the ten-character mantra: "Go to Heaven
,
and you will become a Buddha!" Every time he said this, my senior brother and I would laugh so hard our stomachs would twitch, our abdominal muscles throbbing from push-ups. Only then would my master smile sadly and say, "More than fifty years have passed, and I still can't understand it..."

Although my master always boasted like this, he was a very good person. He often taught us the so-called "Golden Spear Never Falls
" technique, so my fellow disciples and I respected him. So we asked him to demonstrate the "Golden Spear Never Falls
" technique . My master then took off his clothes, silently circulated his true energy, and a layer of holy light rose from his body
. In a moment, his "spear" suddenly became erect, sometimes large, sometimes small, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes bent, sometimes straight, and then it remained erect
for two hours. My fellow disciples and I sighed in amazement, with my senior brother, that lecherous fellow, yelling the loudest. He exclaimed with adoration
, "Master, with such divine skills, you could surely sweep through the Jiangnan and Qinhuai regions, and even conquer the eight great hutongs of Beijing!" At this,
Master replied disdainfully, "When I was young and before entering Shaolin, what kind of brothels haven't I frequented? Yet none of those courtesans
could last an hour with me." Junyu was greatly surprised, his thieving eyes darting around, seemingly lost in thought.

Then Master put on his clothes and earnestly went to study the Buddhist scriptures he could never understand, leaving
us two unworthy disciples secretly mocking our master for having such divine skills and yet joining Shaolin…

Senior Brother Junyu's greatest wish was to visit every brothel in the world and achieve a fame like Liu San of the previous dynasty
. Unfortunately, the solitary lamps and ancient Buddhas of Shaolin still saddened this passionate young man. Every day, after studying the scriptures,
Senior Brother would be like a woman suffering from menstrual irregularities, his face contorted in pain. At this point, I knew Senior Brother would definitely excuse himself to go to
the toilet, and then, half an hour later, he would again make his escape. Then came martial arts training.
There wasn't a single part of Junyu's body that showed any talent for martial arts, yet strangely, his training progressed remarkably smoothly.

Later, his master said that this child had extraordinary bone structure, a natural talent for martial arts. He also predicted that as long as his senior
brother stayed at Shaolin, the temple's prosperity would surely be assured. Unfortunately, his senior brother's ambitions lay elsewhere.

Only I, with mediocre talent, who had only entered Shaolin to fill my stomach, diligently read scriptures and
practiced various fist techniques, fearing that a single mistake would incur the master's wrath. Being expelled from Shaolin was a minor matter; starving to death in the countryside was a major one.

Days passed. One day, while my senior brother relieved himself as usual, I was reading a new scripture
, the *Lankavatara Sutra*. According to my master, this scripture was a gift from the Buddha, and that it contained a great secret.

Those who truly understood this book would open a path to the future, with limitless prospects. My master believed
this could very well be the path to Buddhahood, so he devoted himself to its study for many years, ultimately developing the "Nine Yang Divine Skill."
After mastering it, his "Golden Spear Unyielding" skill became nearly perfect. Whether his divine spear could connect the past and present to
reach the future, whether he believed it or not, I certainly didn't. As for my senior brother, I
read most of his scriptures to him.

So I pulled out this scripture that had brought Zhang Wuji and others immense fortune and began to study it word by word

. The more I read, the more I felt the boundless power of Buddhism. This book contained, of course, celestial scriptures, and
interspersed among them were the methods for cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill. As I read the celestial scriptures and pondered the Nine
Yang Divine Skill, time seemed to accelerate. It felt like an instant, yet also like a thousand years had passed. I clearly felt my senior brother
had just gone to the toilet, but in the blink of an eye, he was about to start practicing martial arts again. I rubbed my eyes; it was already dusk
. It was indeed time to begin practicing. I felt completely lost, but habit made me call out "Junyu," and then we
resumed sparring. This time, we practiced the Arhat Fist, Prajna Palm, and Mighty Steel Finger. Suddenly, my senior brother
exclaimed in shock, "Junbao, how come your martial arts have improved so quickly? Your attack speed is much faster than last time!"
I replied with feigned seriousness, "I need to diligently cultivate Buddhism." My senior brother fainted…

However, I didn't dare tell my senior brother or master about the accelerated flow of time, fearing I'd be thrown out of Shaolin as a freak.

I could only secretly endure that fear, daring not to stop reading or practicing. Three more years passed
...

Finally, one day I had thoroughly studied the entire Nine Yang Divine Skill manual; every single word seemed mysterious and
extraordinary . The accelerated time made me see stars, and the ancient scriptures seemed to be spinning,
flying in the air, and coalescing into a ball. I looked up and saw several large golden characters, "dogis,"

shining brightly for a short while before dissipating, and then everything seemed to return to calm.

I rubbed my eyes and saw Junyu in front of me. Suddenly, I felt I should tell my senior brother about this strange thing
. So I directly patted my sleeping senior brother on the shoulder with unparalleled speed. My drooling senior brother was sent
flying by my slap—yes, flying straight through the meditation room gate, over the Arhat Hall,
out of the temple gate, out of Shaoshi Mountain, and into the distant sky. My own hand was tightly gripping his shoulder.
We accelerated, accelerated, accelerated, screaming, screaming, screaming—endless fear accompanied by endless speed. We
spun endlessly in the sky, faster and faster, until finally our vision went black, our inner energy dissipated,
and we fell unconscious. In the last moment before losing consciousness, my master's face suddenly appeared before me. This bald monk
was trembling all over, excitedly shouting: "Disciples, my path to Buddhahood depends on you!" Damn it, saving me is the real issue!

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