I Honor

: The Murderer

The black shadow sprang out from the forest, almost shrinking to an inch, and before Meng Qi could react, he slapped Zhenyong’s vest with his palm.

This palm is unremarkable, as if it was done casually, people can’t see the origin of the technique, but Zhenyong’s acupoints are sealed and his hands are tied, there is no way and it is too lateAfter making any effective response, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, blood mist was sprayed out, and he fell limply to the ground with a frozen expression of astonishment on his face.

“Absolutely a master at the enlightenment stage.” Meng Qi’s pupils contracted, and he judged this from the movement of the man in black.

Defense is invincible. Only when the man in black understands that he is not easy to deal with, dares to risk his life, and can’t solve it in a hurry, will he worry about the other monks called by Zhenhui, and retreat in spite of difficulties

This figure was wearing night clothes, with only the nostrils and a pair of eyes exposed. After shooting Zhenyong to death, he ran towards Meng Qi without hesitation. There is a faint feeling of covering the world.

Meng Qi only felt that no matter what kind of body method he changed, no matter which step he took in the “Divine Movement”, he would always be enveloped by the palm of his hand, there was no way to avoid it, no way to escape

what a trick

Wisdom and understanding, clean and solemn, holding the world

Meng Qi saw that this was the divine palm of Buddhism, and if he practiced it deeply, he might not be able to develop a “Buddha Kingdom in the palm” to suppress all things, so it looks simple, but it can seal all subsequent changes in him.

Facing this palm, Meng Qi clearly knew that he who had not acquired the essence of the Dao of the Sword, whether it was the Blood Saber Technique or the Five Tigers Breaking Doors Saber Technique, had no chance of breaking through this blockade. “It is also because of the lack of the inner connotation of law and reason, you can’t step out of the net, and the fourth level of the golden bell cover is estimated to only be able to withstand one palm

After the man in black slapped out his palm, he had no doubt that he could hit the novice novice in front of him. This was his confidence in his divine palm and his confidence in his martial arts.

Holding Prajna in hand, witnessing Tathagata in the heart, overcoming the sea of ​​suffering, the other shore is pure

Between life and death, Meng Qi suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was enjoying the solemnity and purity brought by this palm.

Then, a flash of knife lights up, and the world is noisy

The light of the knife, like poetry and picturesque, was reflected in the eyes of the man in black, and his eyes suddenly became gentle, as if he remembered the dark fragrance of the red sleeves, the soft words, and the midnight when no one was there. I kowtow before the Buddha, but I can’t call back the pure mind of Zen.

Then, there was a bit of pain mixed in his eyes, like guilt, like self-blame, but no half remorse.

Cleanliness is broken, how can Prajna exist? The palm of the man in black that encompasses the world has returned to an ordinary palm.

Not good, the man in black suddenly wakes up from his dream, but the sword has come to him

His pupils constricted violently, he never thought that this seemingly weak novice could make such a stunning cut

The light disperses, and the person recedes.

There was a deep palm print on Meng Qi’s left shoulder, and pale gold appeared all over his body, like tortoise cracks, and the color was dull.

And the man in black had a deep wound on his abdomen, and the wriggling internal organs could be seen.

He covered his abdomen with his left hand, filled with air to prevent the blood from dripping, raised his right palm, as if he wanted to attack again.

Meng Qi lowered his shoulders and slashed his sword, once again putting on a desperate posture.

The man in black took a step forward, and his body suddenly bowed more and more. After taking a deep look at Meng Qi, he suddenly turned over and rushed into the forest.

After seven or eight breaths, there were noisy footsteps in the distance.

“Brother, are you alright?” Zhenhui ran in and saw Zhenyong died, and Meng Qi stood stiffly, so he asked with concern.

Seeing many monks in yellow and gray clothes behind him, Meng Qi felt relieved and said in a hoarse voice, “Come and help me.”

I can hardly stand still

Although the palm of the man in black was broken by “Broken Cleanliness” and he withdrew a lot of strength under the threat of Jie Dao, it was still an attack from a master in the awakening period, and it still hit Meng Qi on the left shoulder. The golden bell almost broke.

“The murderer is definitely not a master who has just started to understand. Otherwise, it would not have such an effect if it was not a full blown palm.” Meng Qi judged the strength of the man in black in his heart.

He practiced the fourth level of the golden bell cover, and he cut off most of his palm strength with it, so he didn’t suffer too much injury, but after cutting out “Duan Qingjing”, he lost his strength a bit, after all, it is a top-level knife for location Although Meng Qi’s performance is only at the level of opening four or five apertures.

Zhenhui quickly ran to Meng Qi’s side and supported him. Among the monks who followed, a deacon monk with ordinary facial features carefully examined the cause of Zhenyong’s death, and then went to Meng Qi to observe his injuries.

The rest of the monks searched the vicinity separately.

“The palm is powerful, and the murderer should be a good master in enlightenment.” The deacon monk nodded slightly, “Unfortunately, he deliberately concealed this palm, and it is impossible to tell what kind of unique skill it is.”

“This uncle, the matter is very important. I don’t know if Zhenhui made it clear to you. Zhenyong conspired with the murderer to transcribe the Yi Jin Jing.” Meng Qi said bluntly.

The man in black fled. He was in the clear and the enemy was in the dark. Meng Qi felt that he would have trouble sleeping and eating, so he had to say how serious the matter was, so as to attract enough attention, so that he could find the mastermind as soon as possible.

As for the dropped “oil paper bag”, let’s not talk about whether it can withstand the poisonous poisonous gas pollution, just tell the secret book that it fell, Shaolin Temple will definitely send people to search if you don’t say, where did the secret book go? Is it hidden?

The deacon monk who asked about “What Yi Jin Jing” turned pale with shock, and so did the monks who heard what Meng Qi said.There are different expressions, but they are all equally shocked and unbelievable.

“Yes.” Meng Qi’s condition improved a bit, and he told the story all over again. The monks who came to the rescue were shocked and astonished, as if the magic land had come to a pure place.

“It’s important, it’s important, Xuanyuan, you go to the Bodhi Court to report, Xuanhua, you go to the Discipline Court.” The deacon monk in front of Meng Qi’s face turned pale, and his Zen heart wavered. This is probably the establishment of the temple. For the first time, someone actually stole one of the treasures of the Zhenpai.

When the two yellow-clothed monks left, he glanced at Meng Qi and said, “You two nephews, this matter is very important, please understand, I will search you now.”

This is because they are afraid that they will collude with their confessions and fabricate the fact that the secret book rolled down the cliff, but they hide the copy of Yi Jin Jing.

Naturally, Meng Qi wanted to show his innocence so as not to be suspected. Anyway, there was nothing on him that he was afraid of being discovered. Since he had to practice the golden bell cover, the blood knife skills and the cheats of supernatural powers were all hidden in the meditation room.

“I understand, but, uncle, please send someone to search the monks as soon as possible. If you can walk freely in the temple during the awakening period, it must be my Shaolin disciple, and the disciple is sure that he is using the Buddhist magic.” What Meng Qi wanted most was The murderer was caught, so he specially urged, “The disciple’s Jie Dao cut him in the abdomen. The wound is extremely deep and it is difficult to heal in a short time. I also ask the master to have the abdomen of each monk inspected.”

“The matter is urgent. It is necessary to prevent him from cutting the abdomen of other monks and confusing the public.”

“You, you cut him in the abdomen.” The deacon monk asked back in amazement. He couldn’t believe that a young novice monk who had just been apprenticed to a master for less than a year and must have not yet enlightened could hurt a master who was enlightened.

When Meng Qi described the battle just now, in order to cover up his Ananda’s broken saber technique, he spoke vaguely. The monks around thought that the man in black was scared away by his desperate intention and the rush of himself and others. You know, he actually hurt the master of enlightenment stage

“Uncle Master, it happened by coincidence, please search and inspect it first.” Meng Qi would not describe it in detail, and then added: “Uncle Master, I believe that the man in black is a monk from a nearby courtyard. After Zhenhui shouted, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he was the first to silence him, otherwise, if he had been lying in ambush nearby, how could he give Zhenhui a chance to report the letter?”

“But he was wearing night clothes, and we arrived very quickly.” The deacon monk was a little unbelievable. If the time for changing clothes was added, the advantage of familiarity with the terrain would be offset, and the murderer had no chance to attack or escape.

Meng Qi guessed: “Maybe he was wearing night clothes to hand over the cheats to Zhenyong tonight. After returning, he will not have time to change his clothes. When searching and checking, he will also see who is not in the nearby courtyard.”

The more he said it, the more it made sense.

“Amitabha, just do as he said.” At this moment, an old monk in a red cassock came in.

The deacon monk put his palms together quickly: “I have seen Master Uncle Wude, and my disciple will follow suit immediately.”

The old monk nodded lightly, indicating that there is no need to be too polite, then looked at Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and called out the Buddha’s name: “I have offended you.”

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air, and the monk robes of Meng Qi and Zhenhui suddenly swelled up, as if there was a breeze blowing their bodies.

“Zhenhui, take me through the path you reported to me just now.” Wude withdrew his right hand, confirming that Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no cheats.

Let Zhenhui lead the way, afraid that the report just now is a cover for them to hide the secret books in the chaos.

Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi honestly, worried that her senior brother would fall down if she left.

Meng Qi smiled at him, moved his hands and feet, indicating that he had recovered a lot of strength, and then he left the cliff with Wude.

The rest of the monks began to search every place between the cliff and the forest, and they also stretched out their hands beyond the cliff, groping for the gaps on the cliff, not letting go of any place.

After a while, Wude returned with Zhenhui and asked Meng Qi how he felt when the murderer made his moves.

Meng Qi honestly spoke out his feelings, but the more he listened, the more he frowned, and said in a deep thought: “There are not many similar palm techniques.”

At this time, the deacon monk who had left before also came back, followed by Meng Qi, Zhenhui’s master Xuan Bei, and Zhen Miao, the teaching monk of the Wu Monk Academy that Meng Qi was familiar with.

Zhenmiao’s expression was very strange, anger, sadness, doubt, shock, disbelief, all of them, the deacon monk was also similar, only Xuan Bei, no fluctuations on his face.

“Uncle Wude, when searching the courtyard just now, disciples and others found that Zhenchang committed suicide in the Zen room, with obvious wounds on his abdomen, leaving only a suicide note.” When the deacon monk reported and handed over the suicide note, he looked deeply at Meng Qi. At a glance, he can actually hurt the strongest disciple of this generation, Zhen Chang

Master Zhenchang Meng Qi was very shocked, he couldn’t believe that a monk who followed the steps and had a bright future would do such a thing with Zhenyong

And is it suicide?