I Honor

: A Special Place of Practice

The moon and stars were sparse, and the wind was blowing into the bones. Meng Qi and Zhen Hui were walking back to the monk’s house.

“Little brother, thank you for begging Master to accept me as an apprentice.” After a while of silence, Meng Qi said.Although this is not what I really want, but the friendship of the junior brother is still worthy of gratitude.

Zhenhui walked briskly, looking very happy, and said nonchalantly: “It has nothing to do with me, the master has long wanted to accept the brother as an apprentice.”

“Ah, how do you know?” Meng Qi asked in amazement.

Zhenhui turned her head and gave him a strange look: “The two secret books have already been copied.”

That’s right, why didn’t I expect that Meng Qi suddenly realized, and looked up and down Zhenhui, could this guy be as wise as a fool?

Zhenhui felt a little nervous when she saw her, she shrank her neck and said, “Senior brother, I didn’t steal your food.”

Ermengqi narrowed his eyes, and I said why Fianbi didn’t eat enough these days, I thought that’s what happened when Fianbi was punished

When facing the wall, three meals a day are delivered to the room.

After Zhenhui took a few steps back, Meng Qi gritted his teeth and said, “Forget it, it’s the critical time to open up your dantian, and you need enough food.”

“Yeah.” Zhenhui nodded honestly and unceremoniously.

While talking, the two returned to the Monk’s Academy. As soon as they entered the meditation room, they were found by Zhenyong who heard the sound of pushing the door.

“Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, you are truly blessed by the Buddha, to be selected as disciples by Master Xuanbei.” He said congratulatory words, but they were slightly sour.

Meng Qi laughed and said, “I didn’t expect that either. I thought the reward was one of the seventy-two unique skills.”

“Alas, I was frightened at the time, otherwise, alas, alas” Zhenyong sighed, regretting his choice of doing more than doing less.

After the incident in the back mountain, Meng Qi and him were no longer on good terms with him as before, but Wen Yan still said a few words of relief: “I am because of the reward, and Junior Brother Zhenhui is because of his good performance in the monk’s house and the handyman’s house. Brother Zhenyong, you also have a chance.”

“Hope, Amitabha, I hope that all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will open their eyes.” Zhenyong sighed, put away his envious and jealous expression, gathered his energy, and said enthusiastically, “Worshiping under the disciple of Master Xuan Bei, I can learn seven Twelve unique skills, I don’t know what the two juniors have chosen.”

“I am the golden bell jar, and Junior Brother Zhenhui is the Nianhuazhi.” There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, Meng Qi answered casually while packing his clothes.

Zhenyong was stunned for a moment: “Nianhuazhi, Junior Brother Zhenhui, you actually chose Nianhuazhi”

His tone was a little weird, Meng Qi raised his head and looked over: “Senior Brother Zhenyong, what’s the problem?”

Zhenyong shook his head and put on a smile: “No, no, I’m just thinking that it’s difficult to cultivate the flower finger without paying attention to other special skills, and I’m a little worried about Junior Brother Zhenhui, but Junior Brother Zhenhui is usually a dedicated person, so I’m not afraid .”

Then, he looked at Zhenhui, enviously said: “Brother Zhenhui, the flower finger is directly derived from the palm of the Tathagata. It is the first of my seventy-two unique skills in Shaolin. You should practice hard. I will give you more pointers in the future.” Brother, I am a matter of martial arts.”

“Yeah.” Zhenhui concentrated on packing her clothes.

Knowing his temperament, Zhenyong didn’t take it for granted. He turned to Meng Qi and said, “Junior Brother Zhending, you have the skills of iron cloth shirts. The golden bell cover is an excellent choice, but why don’t you choose the magical skill of Vajra Indestructibility? It’s even better.” One plan, no conflict.”

Of course Meng Qi would not copy Xuan Bei’s words to hurt himself, he smiled and said: “My master asked me to choose, and I don’t know why.”

“Well, Master Xuan Bei is a generation of masters, so there must be a deep meaning.” Zhenyong nodded, smiling again, “You two brothers, please take care of me in the future.”

“For sure.” Meng Qi didn’t want to get entangled in this topic, looked out of the window and said at Hei Ye, “Senior Brother Zhenyong, what major event has happened in the past few days, brother facing the wall?”

Zhenyong thought for a while and said: “The important matter related to us is that the uncles and uncles come to choose disciples, but you don’t need to care about it, well, there is another important matter, brother Zhenchang broke through the Tongren Lane and wandered down the mountain. ”

“Senior Brother Zhenchang, Tongren Lane.” A tall, thin young monk suddenly appeared in Meng Qi’s mind. He is Zhenchang, one of the three strongest members of the Zhenzi generation. But the target is the monks practicing the “Arhat Formation”.

When meeting him for the first time, Meng Qi had only one idea, this guy should play Tang Monk, with red lips and white teeth, tall and thin figure, and a frail body, he should be the type that banshees like, but only after hearing Zhenyong’s introduction, did he know He is Zhen Chang, the leader of martial arts in the “Zhen” generation.

Zhen Yong nodded his head heavily: “Yes, after a period of retreat, Senior Brother Zhen Chang has already opened his ears, and the Arhat’s magical power of subduing demons and Prajna palm are also small successes, and then he went straight through Tongren Lane and became the youngest wandering disciple .”

“You can pass through Tongren Lane just by opening your ears.” Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei mention that she, who also has her eyes and ears open, is not more than 60% sure that she will pass through Tongren Lane. Could it be that he is stronger than Jiang Zhiwei? In the last martial arts debate, Jiang Zhiwei won the championship without even using “Sword Out of Self”.

Zhenyong looked out of the window and said in a low voice: “I heard from others that Senior Brother Zhenchang’s entry into the Tongren Lane was dangerous and risky. He almost failed and passed through with a bit of luck.”

“Is that so?” Meng Qi said thoughtfully.

Zhenyong continued: “Moreover, Senior Brother Zhenchang is the first monk in our Zhenzi generation to enter the period of enlightenment, and he has already been able to re-emerge.Kai Erqiao, his strength is far stronger than Zhenben and Zhenmiao’s two senior brothers. For the sake of discussing martial arts, he postponed his retreat, but he was defeated by Jiang Zhiwei’s sword in Xijiange. Now he will make a breakthrough and break through Tongren Lane It is also reasonable. ”

According to the rules of Shaolin, Zhenchang who is the first to step into the awakening period is regarded as a senior brother of the “true generation”.

Meng Qi pretended to be curious, carefully inquired about the news about Tongren Lane, and left the meditation room with his luggage in satisfaction.

Under Zhenyong’s repeated farewell, Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked slowly to the gate of the courtyard. Looking back, there were many candles in the meditation room that were still on, and they could vaguely see many monks watching them. Under the moonlight, crystal clear, but also cold inexplicably.

“Master, where are you taking me?” The next day after morning class, Meng Qi was led by Xuan Bei to the back mountain.

Is the special practice place in a cave in the back mountain?

Xuan Bei’s cassock was fluttering in the wind, and she looked forward and said: “As a teacher, I have asked Brother Xuan En for leave. During this period of time, you don’t have to go to the chanting hall. Concentrate on cultivating the golden bell jar and lay a good foundation as soon as possible. Literacy For the matter, the teacher will help you make up for it.”

“Yes, Master.” Meng Qi looked at the increasingly familiar scenery around him and said, “Are you going to practice the Golden Bell Jar in the back mountain?”

“Not long ago”, I went through dangers here, dealt with Tang Shun, “the universe in my hand”, and obtained the true inheritance of “Ananda’s saber technique of breaking the precepts” in the secret path.

Xuan Bei nodded lightly: “Well, you will know when you arrive, you were able to read the golden bell cover cheats by heart last night.”

“I’ve read it three times and started to try it.” Meng Qi replied honestly.

He didn’t waste time at all, and raced against time to practice the first level of the golden bell cover, and re-condensed his dantian.

Xuan Bei stopped talking, and walked forward in silence. Meng Qi followed closely, passed through the narrow path between the two cliffs, and stepped into the back mountain in a true sense for the first time.

The mountains overlap, and there are strange peaks protruding from time to time, but as far as the eye can see, there is no grass growing, and the soil is red, as if it has been irrigated with blood.

“It is rumored that Patriarch Bodhidharma fought fiercely with a great demon here a few years before Nirvana. The pure land he evolved was destroyed, and all kinds of barriers were shattered, and it became what it is today.” Seemingly feeling Meng Qi’s puzzled eyes, Xuan Bei He opened his mouth slowly, “All the gods and monks of the past dynasties hid the relics in the stupa here, and transformed this magic land with Buddhism, so that the disciples under the external scene can walk.”

Stepping on the “soil of blood”, Meng Qi felt a chill coming from his feet. Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, rotting bodies, evil ghosts and demons seemed to appear before his eyes.

“Amitabha.” The solemn Buddha’s name sounded, and all the illusions disappeared, and the sun was still bright without green.

“The disciples who came to Houshan for the first time all had similar infestation hallucinations, and they will be fine once they settle down.” Xuan Bei said kindly.

Meng Qi nodded, but he was surprised and suspicious in his heart. It felt similar to touching the stone gate of “Love, kindness, and benevolence, don’t enter this door”, but it was not so realistic and scary, and it didn’t make him sweat.

is there any connection

Bypassing several mountain peaks and passing through several gates guarded by monks in yellow and elders, Xuan Bei led Meng Qi to the highest peak of the back mountain. As they walked, a touch of green gradually appeared in Meng Qi’s eyes. The clear spring flows down from a high place, forming a puddle of water, which is full of strange golden lotus, which is still in full bloom in winter.

Walking among the mountains, Meng Qi only felt that his body and mind were pure, and he forgot all his worries.

After passing through several passes, Meng Qi saw a radiant glazed pagoda, which was divided into seven floors, but it was not very tall.

“Amitabha.” An elder in cassock was guarding the door. He proclaimed the Buddha’s name, checked Xuan Bei’s token, and let him and Meng Qi enter without asking any further questions.

“The place of cultivation is inside the stupa.” Meng Qi muttered to himself, not daring to speak, and followed Xuan Bei quietly into the stupa.

“The upper seven floors of the pagoda are the places where relics are preserved, and the seven floors below the ground are the places where demons and ghosts are suppressed.” Xuan Bei said in a calm tone, pushing open the stone door engraved with swastikas in front of him.

As soon as the stone door was opened, a strong and strange breath rushed towards his face, which made Meng Qi tremble physically and mentally, the circulation of breath was difficult, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

“This is evil spirit.” Xuan Bei fulfilled the duty of explaining as a master.

Meng Qi held back his discomfort, restrained his trembling, and followed Xuan Bei steadily forward.

Xuan Bei nodded slightly, and after going around a few corners, she stopped beside a prison cell, in which lay a giant bird with fiery red feathers.

Just standing next to the cell, Meng Qi felt as if his body was on fire. When he cast his eyes, he felt that the air there was slightly distorted, as if the whole space was shaking. However, the cell in front of him exuded a slight chill, and the ground was covered with knots. A layer of light blue ice crystals.

“This is Huohu, with the bloodline of the ancient true phoenix, you can use its scattered breath here to practice the first level of the Golden Bell Cover.” Xuan Bei asked Meng Qi to practice outside this cell.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth, took off the monk’s robe around his waist, and sat down cross-legged in front of the iron railing with the pale gold symbol. With his upper body bare, feeling the high temperature, he started the mental method of the first level of the golden bell cover. :