I Honor

“Kindness”

Shocked and angry, Meng Qi struggled for a while, but Zhen Guan was quite strong. Even though he was shaken, he still pressed Meng Qi firmly, and the strength of his hands did not weaken.

After the initial flustered struggle, Meng Qi suddenly found that although his breathing was difficult, it was far from suffocating. Zhenguan’s hands seemed to be “trapped” by his own muscles and skin, making it difficult to effectively stop breathing.

That’s right, this thought flashed through the slightly dizzy head of Meng Qi, who knew “Iron Cloth Shirt”.

Because he didn’t practice it by himself, just now in a crisis, he actually forgot that he could “iron cloth shirt”

However, the “Iron Cloth Shirt” itself does not increase strength much.

After realizing that he was not in danger, Meng Qi gradually calmed down his flustered emotions, focused on driving his dantian, and a warm current slowly rose.

With internal force running, Meng Qi’s waist and abdomen with both hands forcefully lifted the Zhenguan flying, and hit the wall with a bang.

Zhen Guan staggered, but still struggled to get up, his eyes were red, and he kept growling “Kill you” and “Give me a chance to enter the monk’s house” in a low voice, and rushed towards Meng Qi crazily.

“Crazy” Meng Qi had turned over and stood on the bunk at this time, frightened and angry, neither dodging nor dodging, he punched with a step forward, and the habitual “black tiger took out his heart” hit Zhenguan hard on the chest.

But Zhenguan’s waving hands hit Meng Qi’s body as if to tickle him.

Bang, Zhenguan slammed into the wall again, making a dull sound.

He covered his chest with his right hand and struggled to stand up, but Meng Qi used almost all his strength in this punch. No matter how hard he tried, his body was in unbearable pain and powerless, how could he stand up

“Kill, kill you”

“You beasts, deceitful bald donkeys”

“I want revenge, I want revenge”

He muttered to himself like crazy, tears streaming down his face.

At this time, both Zhenguan and Zhenhui had been woken up, and the other looked at this scene in a daze.

Meng Qi saw Zhen Guan’s insane look of wanting to jump over and devour his own flesh and blood, and thought that if he hadn’t exchanged for the “Iron Cloth Shirt” in the “Reincarnation World”, he would have died just now, so he jumped out of the bunk in anger, Waving his fist is about to hit Zhenguan.

Pfft, Meng Qi’s fist failed to hit Zhenguan, but hit a yellow cloth that suddenly appeared, and made a light sound without any strength.

“Stop” Xuan Xin rolled up her sleeves and let out a low drink.

Meng Qi did not lose his mind. When he saw Xuan Xin appearing, he immediately shouted: “Uncle Xuan Xin, Zhen Guan is crazy and wants to kill me!”

And Zhenguan also stared at Meng Qi and Xuanxin viciously in a “cooperative” manner, constantly chanting “kill you” and other words.

Xuan Xin looked at Zhen Guan angrily, curled her lips and said, “Who can you kill with this look?”

He took a few quick steps, and kicked Zhen Guan momentarily out of breath, unable to speak.

“What are you looking at, why don’t you go back to sleep?Tomorrow I want to use iron buckets to carry water instead.” Xuan Xin yelled at the handyman monk who appeared at the door, and sent them back who had woken up to watch the excitement.

“This bunch of trash” Xuan Xin turned her head and muttered to herself, and Zhen Ying’s expression on the Tongpu became more and more gloomy.

After finishing speaking, Xuanxin looked at Meng Qi, and miraculously changed from being angry to smiling in a second: “Nephew Zhending, what do you think about this matter?”

Meng Qi is also considered a person with quite a lot of social experience, and his anger has almost been vented, and he has not suffered any substantial harm, so he glanced at Zhenguan and said: “I leave everything to the uncle, but he has lost his mind and gone crazy. If it were someone else, I’m afraid there would have been a murder.”

Xuan Xin coughed and signaled Zhen Hui to close the door of the meditation room.

Before Zhenhui watched Xuanxin kicking Zhenguan intently, as if a story of Jianghu was being staged in front of his eyes, he was a little excited. At this time, he responded, jumped off the bunk, ran to the door, closed the door, and then He continued to stare at Xuan Xin and Meng Qi with round eyes.

“After all, this matter is the matter of our handyman’s house. It is not beautiful to make everyone know that it is not beautiful. How about this, uncle, I will find another reason to drive Zhenguan out of Shaolin tomorrow.” Xuan Xin said with a smile on his face.

Meng Qi finally understood that if things got serious and were taken over by the Discipline Academy, he, the deacon monk in charge of the Miscellaneous Service Academy, would have to bear some responsibility.

Just when Meng Qi was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to make friends with Xuan Xin so that he could do things in the future, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a monk in yellow came in, wearing a string of brown-red Buddhist beads in his right hand.

“Junior Brother Xuanxin, if I hadn’t happened to be patrolling nearby and heard the movement, I’m afraid you would have kept it a secret.” Zheng Pi spoke to Xuan Xin with a non-smiling smile.

Xuan Xin’s face changed a few times, and she walked up to meet her quickly, and said with a pleasant smile: “I don’t want to cause trouble for you, Senior Brother Xuankong? Why do you need to do it yourself for such a small matter?”

He took out something from his bosom, and secretly stuffed it into Xuankong’s hand.

Xuankong weighed it for a while, and his smile became a little more warm: “No one was killed, and no one was injured. It is indeed a trivial matter, but this lunatic can’t stay.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t make it difficult for you, Senior Brother.” Xuan Xin patted his chest and assured.

Meng Qi was dumbfounded. It turns out that this monk’s temple is not a clean place, at least not the servants’ courtyard, and it also has “sophisticated people”.

Xuankong looked at Zhenguan who was struggling to stand up, and then turned to look at Meng Qi: “This nephew, you are really good at practicing kung fu.”

Meng Qi touched his neck subconsciously and felt a few deep finger marks. Thoughts were spinning in his mind, and he said in a deliberate tone, “Returning to Master Xuankong, this disciple has learned a lot of family martial arts before he became a monk. After finishing the chores in the house, I have nothing to do, and I will practice.”

“Hey, don’t be nervous, we all know that.” Xuan Kong said sarcastically, “If it weren’t for this relationship, how could the heirs of Xijiange and Zhenwu Sect speak for you? How can they be moved by sharp teeth?”

It turned out that they thought so, but Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief. Although it was possible that he could speak and satisfy the two successors, this kind of explanation was more acceptable and could cover up the real relationship between himself, Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei. relation.

The corners of Xuankong’s mouth curled up, and he said with a half-smile: “But I never look at the background of the disciples when I recruit disciples in Shaolin. If you make a mistake and bump into the hands of my Discipline Academy, I will not be merciful. Hehe, Xuankong and I Brother Ku is good friends, his attitude is my attitude.”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the house, leaving a light sentence: “Junior Brother Xuanxin, remember to deal with it properly.”

“Fuck, these bastards from the Discipline Academy don’t want others to be tough in front of them.” When Xuankong left, Xuanxin, who had a somewhat vulgar temperament, cursed heartbrokenly, without any consciousness of violating the precepts, “really Sure, did you talk back to them?”

Meng Qi curled his lips: “If I walk upright and sit upright, I will still be afraid of them.”

“Tsk tsk, that’s the attitude. They hate this attitude the most.” Xuanxin looked Meng Qi up and down, “Only someone like you who comes from a noble background and is not afraid of having no way out can be so stubborn. Let me tell you, what are you doing?” which one’s from”

How did I know that Meng Qi pretended to be unfathomable and said: “The troubles are gone, the world of mortals is far away, no matter which one, it has nothing to do with me, little monk.”

Xuanxin spat, and didn’t believe Meng Qi’s words at all. During this period of time, he also found that Zhending was quite precocious, and he didn’t speak or behave like a child, so he didn’t ask any more questions, and sighed when he saw Zhenguan:

“Speaking of it, Zhenguan is also pitiful. He was born in a merchant’s family, and he can count on food and clothing. Who would have thought that on the way to do business, the family met the ruthless seventy-two bandits in Helian Mountain. No one survived. From then on, the young master became a Orphan, later, he joined my Shaolin for revenge, but he was sent to our handyman’s house full of hatred, which could not be hidden from Xuanku.”

“Since Brother Zhenguan was not accepted as an apprentice for this reason, why give him a glimmer of hope?” Meng Qi frowned.

“Hehe, Xuan Ku is such a person. He left Zhenguan in order to use the Buddhist scriptures in the temple to dissolve the hatred in Zhenguan’s heart and eliminate a period of killing karma. Amitabha, the Buddha’s teachings are boundless.” Xuanxin recited the Buddha’s name Full of irony.

“Hehe, why didn’t he personally persuade the seventy-two bandits to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas immediately?”Meng Qi said angrily.

Xuan Xin clicked his tongue: “He must be able to beat this.”

He turned his head to look at Zhenguan who was slowly calming down: “Hey, nephew Zhenguan, you can go down the mountain tomorrow, and find another sect quickly, maybe there is still a chance to practice advanced martial arts.”

“Go down the mountain” Hearing this word, Zhenguan woke up suddenly, covered his face with his hands, and whispered in pain, “Father, mother, it’s been five years since the child was unfilial, and he still hasn’t killed a thief.”

Meng Qi sighed, but he didn’t stop Xuan Xin from letting Zhen Guan down the mountain. It was hopeless for him to stay here.

And this strengthened Meng Qi’s determination to learn martial arts well, don’t think he won’t even have the ability to avenge others in the future.

“You…” Zhende and others standing in the team of newly promoted monks watched Meng Qi and Zhenhui appear in front of the team in astonishment.

Didn’t it mean that no one has become a monk for a long, long time?

Slick boys and idiots can also become monks

This made them, who were proud of the Monastery, subconsciously reject Meng Qi and the other two.

Seeing their expressions, Meng Qi couldn’t stop laughing to himself, wanting to say something loudly, I, Hu Hansan, are back again.

Xuan Chi looked at the martial monks who had entered the temple in the last year with his hands behind his back, and said to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui, “From today on, you can follow them to learn martial arts. It’s wonderful to teach monks.”

It’s so wonderful. Meng Qi looked sideways at the gentle young monk next to him. He is also of the true generation. He and others are still in the stage of martial monks who are still accumulating energy and forging their bodies. He has become a practicing monk

Zhenmiao was wearing a yellow monk’s robe, she looked refined, but standing there, she felt a bit like Yue Zhiyuan.

He nodded without a smile: “You are at the end of the line.”

Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no objections, so they quickly found a place to stand.

“Today is still practicing Arhat boxing. I will also demonstrate it. Be sure to watch it clearly.” After seeing Xuan Chi leave, Zhenmiao opened the lower skirt of the monk’s robe with his right hand, tied up his horse stance, and first demonstrated the “pilgrimage to the mountain and worshiping Buddha” pose.

“Practice this style first. The way to practice martial arts, you have to have a solid foundation, don’t be greedy and make too many rash advances.” Zhenmiao instructed the monks to practice boxing.

Both Meng Qi and Zhenhui had learned Arhat Boxing for several months, and they could still keep up with the progress, so they punched over and over again, from the first form to the eighteenth form, gradually sweating profusely.

“Stop” All of a sudden, Zhenmiao walked up to Meng Qi and looked at him sternly, “Your Arhat boxing has many irregularities, how do you usually practice it? Regularity will bury hidden dangers”

Meng Qi knew that his family’s Arhat boxing depended on the boxing manual and Zhenyong’s occasional pointers, so there must be many problems, so he said sincerely: “The monk practiced according to the boxing manual, and I would like to ask my brother for advice.”

“If you practice like this, it’s better not to practice. It will take more effort to change it back.” Zhenmiao frowned, looked sideways, “Zhende, come out and practice against him to let him know that it is irregular. What are the disadvantages of the move.”: