I Honor

: Master-Apprentice Secrets

Compared with Yumenguan, Zhenhui has jumped up a bit taller, and is only slightly shorter than Meng Qi by an inch. He has handsome features, a thin body, and a spotless temperament in his gray monk robe. With a little childishness, it is almost the image of the wonderful monk Meng Qi yearns for.

Cough, Meng Qi coughed lightly: “Little Junior Brother, it’s a long story, let me take a sip of water and talk slowly.”

This is the dialogue when Zhenhui begged Meng Qi to tell the story.

Zhenhui nodded heavily, with a pure heart: “Well, I have already boiled the water.”

While speaking, he led Meng Qi into the temple, and went to the small courtyard where Xuan Bei lived in his memory.

“Master is retreating.” Taking this opportunity, Meng Qi confirmed it.

Zhenhui said without any concealment: “Master lost the opportunity to go to the upper level of the stupa to practice. In the past few years, he has been retreating intermittently in order to lay a solid foundation and make his own way.”

Meng Qi had anticipated this matter, but when he actually heard it, he was still bitter. After all, Master gave up the opportunity for himself.

Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi seriously: “Brother, Master told me not to mention this when I meet you in the future, but I always feel that this kind of thing should not be kept from you, I still have to tell you.”

His eyes were clear, without the slightest distraction, nor was there any strangeness.

Heart sour, trying to feel sad and blame myselfMeng Qi suddenly became embarrassed, little brother, you really have an idea

“Hey, little junior brother, you really should tell me this, but you should try your best to obey what the master says.” Meng Qi didn’t know how to respond, so he could only be vague.

Hearing this, Zhenhui smiled brightly: “I knew you would praise me, brother.”

“Senior brother, after two years of retreat, I have opened the four orifices, and I have achieved a small achievement in the flower finger. Master said that my current progress in practicing the flower finger can be ranked among the top three in the past.” Zhenhui looked at Meng with bright eyes. Strange, it looks like offering treasures.

Meng Qi smiled happily and said, “Not bad, not bad. It is famous all over the world that it is difficult to cultivate the flower finger. You can make it at the age of sixteen and open the four apertures. Compared with Senior Brother and me, it’s still a little bit worse.”

He brazenly boasted that the younger brother is an acquaintance, there is no need to hide his true nature.

along the road. Many monks probed their brains and looked at Meng Qi, who was expelled from the temple and came back as a guest, but Xuan Ku who assigned Meng Qi to the handyman’s yard did not appear. It’s just that Fang Zheng is short-handed, and if he thinks it’s good, he imposes it on others, and if he thinks it’s wrong. As far as he was contemptuous, Meng Qi’s return had no effect on him, and he could do whatever he had to do.

“Yes, compared to you, senior brother. It’s still a lot worse.” Zhenhui actually nodded and admitted honestly, which made Meng Qi secretly happy, “If Master doesn’t retreat, he will always tell me about you, senior brother, in the world. There are still many battles in Longxi, the swords test the heroes of Yedu, and the half-stroke narrowly wins the king of the sword.

“Every time I tell these stories to Zhenhe and them, they don’t believe it, but then Master Xuanxin also told the same, and many masters and uncles who went down the mountain would bring a list of people back to the temple, so they would tell me Apologize, understand I didn’t lie”

“Senior Uncle Xuanxin always brags about himself. Every time he talks about your achievements, senior brother, he purposely blurs it out and passes it by.”

“Brother Zhenben practiced the seven unique skills, but in his mouth he became greedy and chewy”

As Zhenhui babbled, Shaolin, who had been away for more than two years, suddenly became clear in Meng Qi’s mind. Who has changed and who has remained the same, all emerged in his heart, and he really felt like yesterday.

Meng Qi smiled with emotion, and teased: “Little brother, is it uncomfortable to face the wall and can’t talk, so now I’m a little bit more nagging than before?”

Zhenhui shook her head, and said calmly, “I’m just a little excited to see my brother.”

Speaking of this, he looked up at the blue sky: “Brother, you used to tell me stories about Jianghu and rumors about knights, but in the past two years, you yourself have become the person in the story.”

Since we met so far, only this sentence can express the past.

Meng Qi sighed, and comforted Zhenhui with a smile: “Little brother, when you open your six orifices and pass through Tongren Lane, you will also become the person in their stories. At that time, brother will take you to eat and drink spicy food.”

“Okay.” Zhenhui nodded vigorously, smiling brightly.

The two chatted casually, walked through the courtyard of the main hall, and arrived at the small courtyard where Xuan Bei lived. After Zhenhui poured a glass of water for Meng Qi, he said cheerfully: “Brother, I will go to the back mountain to ask Master to come back, you wait first. ”

But after a while, Xuan Bei, who was wearing a yellow monk robe and a red cassock, descended from the sky with true wisdom, and golden lotuses bloomed under his feet.

“I still remember coming back to see me as a teacher, not bad, not bad.” Xuan Bei looked very comforting.

He was still the middle-aged melancholy monk with handsome features, somewhat similar to Meng Qi’s current appearance.

It wasn’t even relatives who couldn’t justify it. The appearance in his heart became clear, and Meng Qi’s association after seeing the “birth mother’s surname Tang” recorded in the secret file seemed to be confirmed to some extent.

He bowed prostratingly: “The disciple is not filial, and the master has been implicated.”

“It’s okay, in the world of mortals, there are always trials and tribulations. Losing opportunities is not a blessing. The cause and effect are hard to describe.” Xuan Bei comforted Meng Qi indifferently, helped him up, and walked to the top Sitting down, he sighed and said, “I’m sure, you are really stubborn in your bones, and you refused to return to the Su family in the capital of God even when you were dying. It is exactly the same as your mother’s resolute departure from home back then.”

It turned out that I was also my uncle, Dang Mengqi, who slandered himself and said frankly: “Master, since I was sent to Shaolin, the Su family, the god capital, has nothing to do with my disciples. The only relatives I have left in this world are you and my junior brother.”

Xuan Bei didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, but she felt relieved: “Forget it, it’s better to ignore it or not to pay attention, so as not to get involved in the right and wrong of Shendu. Anyway, your mother died of illness.”

At this time, Zhenhui came to his senses, and his eyes widened: “Master, you and your brother’s mother know each other, could it be?”

He hadn’t finished “Could it be” when he was interrupted by Meng Qi’s cough. Judging from the bloody stories he had told him, he probably popped out the words “illegitimate child”: “Master is my mother’s elder brother.”

“Oh.” Zhenhui was faintly disappointed that things didn’t develop according to the story.

Meng Qi’s face turned serious: “Master, this time I’m going back to the temple, firstly, to visit you, and secondly, to tell you something important.”

Hearing something important, Xuan Bei waved his hand vigilantly, and layers of glazed Buddha light appeared, enveloping the room: “Let’s talk.”

“The disciple met in JiangdongA young man named Duan Rui” Meng Qi told the whole story, including the nine postures, and the existence of the monk behind the scenes, “love, kindness, benevolence, don’t enter this door” deep in the secret path, he pleaded Duan Rui’s confession .

Zhenhui listened intently and was a little surprised. It turned out that the death of brother Zhenchang was not simple.

Xuan Bei listened with a serious face, and said solemnly: “There are too few clues at present, it is difficult to figure out who is behind the scenes, but the teacher will be more vigilant from now on, so that no one will be easily framed or stabbed in the back.”

If he is vigilant and vigilant at the peak of his external scene, it will be difficult to succeed even with a half-step Dharma Body.

After finishing speaking, he pondered again and said: “Because of the temple regulations, there are some things that I can’t tell you, but I can make it clear that the stone gate is indeed deep in the secret path.”

When I first discovered the secret path, I discovered it by the way.

Shaolin in the main world actually has “love, kindness, and benevolence, don’t enter this door.” Meng Qi felt that the master of the six reincarnations was weird

Xuan Bei didn’t say much about this matter, one is the restrictions of the temple rules, an eminent monk like him has the rules in mind, and will not find loopholes in the rules, and the other is the restrictions of Meng Qi’s strength, it is too early to mix this matter.

He turned to mention: “Those nine postures are actually magic skills. As a teacher, I thought it was the first volume of Yi Jin Jing.”

“Master, you think so too.” Meng Qi seemed to have found a “confidant”.

“Being a monk halfway as a teacher, I chose the incomplete exercise of Moke Fumoquan back then, which was equivalent to giving up the choice of Yijinjing, so I don’t know the content of the secret book. I just heard a few uncles and uncles mention it. Yijinjing

Meng Qi nodded, anyway, he still has the identification of the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Xuan Bei didn’t mention the monks behind the scenes and the Yi Jin Jing, and looked at Meng Qi kindly: “At the beginning, I wanted you to return to the Su family, the capital of gods, so there was no extra trouble, and I was afraid that you would be against the Su family’s practice. You have been traveling in the rivers and lakes, as a teacher, I might as well give you the kung fu before becoming a monk.”

Meng Qi was overjoyed to thank him, and he also had a master-level cultivation method. Even if he was not greedy for too much, he would not exchange it for the Lord of the Six Paths of Samsara. It would still be useful as a stone from another mountain.

Xuan Bei smiled and said: “As a teacher, in the past, you were known as the Seven Perfect Hands, which are palm, finger, fist, claw, true energy, seal, and body skills. Don’t spend time on fingers, fists, claws, and true qi. The main thing is to practice acupoints and body skills. Inheritance is a matter of concern for the teacher, not to get what the predecessors left behind, and to break their lineage.”

“The method practiced by the teacher is called the Seven Truths, which is divided into seven chapters. The body method is to face the wind from the void. During the enlightenment period, it is characterized by turning back in mid-air once or twice. The ban is to lock the body and the hands, and the enlightenment