The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

The enemy was attacked before, after, and around, but Meng Qi was not panic. He had a long sword and opened the long sword of the man. Then, his body was short, allowing the old man's dagger to stab himself in the back and let the old man's thin sword. Failed to hit the top of the vest, stab a little above.

The woman in the couple lost her throat and hit Meng Qi's chin. There was no problem with the sword, and Meng Qi's legs were cut directly.

Although the frontal man didn't succeed, a smug sneer spontaneously appeared on his face. Before that, he deliberately exposed the flaws in his dress and planned to become the siege!

Alas, a series of sounds like the defeat of the middle voice sounded, and the smile of the merchant man was frozen on his face.

He saw that his companions' weapons were like stabbing iron bars, and they could only go a little deeper, emitting a little blood, and the little monk's long sword was collected, and he took advantage of the move to "sweep the world."

A skull flew up, blood rushed into a waterfall, and the seller's eyes were blood red, and the headless body of the woman in the couple shook and fell to the ground softly.

"He actually has such a kung fu practice!" Mai Lang regretted it. He never thought that such a young monk could practice such a deep kung fu!

The old man Hu Qin and the old man in the tea shop behind Meng Qiguan did not care about it, and stepped forward obliquely, just blocking the place where the man on the ground drew away, and the long knife waved down again, and blood spewed again. Full of his white leggings.

Then, he slipped, struck back strangely, and passed the old tea shop.

His head flew horizontally, blood spewed out, and Meng Qi only had a shallow scar on his chest.

Seeing this scene, the cargo man was so frightened that he lost his usual calmness, turned hurriedly, and fled like a ghost.

Suddenly, a flower bloomed in front of him, but he saw the handsome young monk standing in front of himself.

"Go to death!" He hurriedly frowned at Meng Qi, afraid to entangle him.

Meng Qi, who had a chin injury, grinned his teeth, shook his teeth, lifted his left hand, and directly held the goodsman's sword. Regardless of the blade's cutting blood on his palm, he pulled back hard and waved his sword.

"No ..." The scream of the trader stopped abruptly, and Meng Qi's face was sprayed with blood from his throat.

The old man Hu Qin on the other side, trembling and groaning, ran away and let Meng Qi catch up.

Is this a minor injury for a major injury? After the battle, Meng Qi exhaled a spit, wiped the blood on his face, and walked towards the living people in the tea shop.

The rich man, his maid, and the guards stared at this scene in stun. They did not respond to what happened until a stream of blood spurted out and their heads fell to the ground. It was as if the monk came out of Abi blood prison. In front of them, they returned to God, trembling with horror, kneeling for mercy.

"Master, master, I have always been devoted to worshiping Buddha, and I ask you to spare this cheap life."

"The poor monk just wanted to ask a way, I don't know how to go to Shaohua Mountain?" Meng Qi smiled, but with his blood on his face, Master Rich and others only felt that the smile was terrible and kind.

A guard barely restrained the tremors and told Meng Qi honestly.

Meng Qi nodded slightly, and the bad taste surged up: "The poor monk views that the donors have a relationship with my Buddha ..."

"No, Master! I don't want to see the Buddha yet. I have eighty grandmothers and three-year-old children underneath. I'll give you everything you want!" The rich master cried.

"The poor monk just wants to borrow the donor's horse. I don't know if the donor is willing to make this good destiny?" The more frightened they were, the more excited Meng Qi played as a "monk".

The rich man looked at the blood on Meng Qi's face, and he dare not say: "The master wants to make a good destiny, but he can't do anything about it. The horses are taken away."

"The poor monk is not a robber. This piece of jade is for you, and it is regarded as a mortgage for borrowing horses."

The rich master suddenly burst into tears: "Master, I am willing to donate! This is the gift of the Buddha, how can I take your mortgage!"

He waved his hands desperately, and was unwilling to take Yupei when he died. He suspected that this was the test of a monk.

Meng Qi froze: "Amitabha, the poor monk thanked the donor for his kindness."

The rich master sighed with relief: "Thank you for the master's degree."

Suddenly thought of a famous line, Meng Qi looked at the rich man's luggage with a smile: "The poor monk's view of the donor's wealth is also related to my Buddha."

The rich man cried, trying to make a pious look, and handed the silver bag to Meng Qi: "Please also ask the master to use this powder to shape the gold body and save the world."

It really gave ... this is the feeling of Huayuan? Meng Qi poked his lips and said no more, greeted Qi Zhengyan and others to come over, inspected the body separately, looking for dry food and clear water.

After a while, Xianghui led four horses, tied the dry food and water he found on the sides of the saddle, and then looked at Meng Qi, who had just wrapped the wound, with a smile: "Monk, when will you leave? It's not too late ... "

Meng Qi nodded softly: "Go now."

Honestly, Meng Qi always thought that after witnessing the fighting just now, Xianghui's attitude towards himself would change greatly. After all, in this battle, his strength was fully reflected, but it was just an energy to practice kung fu. Xiaochengzhe, in the same realm with Xianghui, who knows, he is still flattering.

Maybe he didn't feel confident in defeating himself?

Upon hearing Meng Qi's answer, Xiang Hui immediately turned over and grasped the reins skillfully, waiting to set off.

Meng Qi looked at the horses in front of him, a little bit embarrassed. After all, he had never rode a horse before, but he is also a martial artist, agile and skillful, and he is not afraid to ride the road without fighting.

"Large, master ..." Suddenly, the little girl Zi Zi spoke timidly.

Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan turned their heads and said nothing.

Xiao Zizhen cried angrily, "Master, I, I can't ride a horse."

This is a problem. Meng Qi frowned slightly and looked at Xiao Zi. She was just an ordinary girl. She was eager to learn that she could not ride a horse.

At this time, Meng Qi suddenly thought about the words that Jiang Yanwei suggested that he first learn light exercises. If he couldn't keep up with others, how could others protect you in an emergency? Even if the other person really has a bit of bodhisattva!

Seeing that both Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan were frowning, Xiao Zi suddenly became tense, her voice trembling, "Master, me, I can learn to ride horses, don't leave me!"

She is unfamiliar with her life here, and can only cling to Meng Qi, who seems to be kind and kind, even if they haven't known each other for a long time, otherwise if she is left here, she will be taken prisoner soon. Going there, selling ** and other places, there is no resistance at all.

Meng Qi looked up and down and found that there was a lot of blood on her placket, and she understood that it had been stained when she checked the body just as instructed.

Thinking of Xiao Zi, although she was scared of the corpse at that time, she still gritted her teeth and worked hard to complete the task. Meng Qi sighed in the heart.

"I'm afraid that it's too late to learn horses temporarily. If you don't dislike it, take a ride with the little monk." Defense.

Although this way, Meng Qi can consciously leave her without burden, but since he wants to be a good person, he still considers the details as much as possible at the beginning.

Xiao Zi froze for a moment, then a pair of dark eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and her hands were crossed: "Master Bodhisattva heart, the little woman thanked first."

Xianghui behind Meng Qi left his lips subconsciously. According to his idea, such a young girl who has no power to bind chickens should not be brought at all, find a place to be happy, and leave it there.

Qi Zhengyan didn't stop Meng Qi's decision, but still kept that unsmiling face, but when he looked at Meng Qi, he could nod his head out of reach.

"Little girl, sit back and remember to tighten my monk's robe." Meng Qi put a hand on her and let Xiao Zi get on the horse.

The voice didn't end, and a sudden movement in his heart made a person who was not familiar with him seem to be a bit overwhelmed, so he changed his mouth: "Little girl, sit in front of you, the little monk is worried that you will be thrown away."

Xiao Zi had no objection, moved to the front of the saddle, Meng Qi turned on his horse, looped his hands and held the reins.

Xiao Zi's face was crimson, but she was not too shy, after all, Meng Qi was still a twelve-year-old child.

Qi Zhengyan was riding a horse and holding a horse, nodding slightly: "Master Zhending, I'm also worried that you have too little experience in the rivers and lakes."

Meng Qi knew that he was referring to his decision to let Xiao Zi sit in front of him instead of behind him, and shouted: "It's really too little. I was actually deceived by the merchant, but the most wrong thing is not this, but it should not be tea. The shop asked for directions. If we randomly stopped people on the road and asked each other, we wouldn't encounter hunters ... "

After the battle, he carefully recalled the process, reviewed the gains and losses, and found many naivety in his own actions.

Meng Qi knows clearly that his talents are certainly not as good as those of Jiang Yanwei, Zhang Yuanshan and others. If he does not save three provinces a day and make up for it, the future will be worrying.

After listening quietly to Meng Qi, Qi Zhengyan turned his head, looked forward, and whispered, "I was also negligent."

Alas, Meng Qi laughed secretly without saying a word, took off her jade pendant, threw it behind him, and threw it directly into the arms of the rich man.

Then, he moved his horse forward, and laughed in a loud voice: "This is money from the horse."

The rich man took Yupei and watched Meng Qi in the gray monk robe disappear into the distance in the dust. It took a while to mutter to himself: "He really gave money ..."

This piece of jade is transparent and moist, and it is very valuable at first glance.

He didn't even think that in this case, the young monk who was murderous would give money without any bullying!

Regardless of the monks who often become affiliates, if they are ordinary people, they will definitely be greedy and forcible!

"Master, he seems to be a monk ..."

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"Not a fate?" Qi Zhengyan watched as Meng Qi threw Yu Pei out, slightly surprised. "Here is the world of reincarnation. You can do everything right."

Anyway, no one here knows who they are and so on, and they will leave after completing the task.

Meng Qi put down a consistent smile, very seriously: "If you indulge your ** and do things that violate the principles when no one is in the strange place, what is the difference between no principles? In the world, I feel that I should stick to myself, or I will change my temperament sooner or later when I get off the task again and again.

He didn't have the idea of ​​being too complete or too deep into the bone marrow, but just felt that he should stick to himself and don't end up turning into a guy he can't wait to kill.

Besides, because of the small Jade Buddha, he didn't want to take that piece of jade.

Qi Zhengyan raised his head and looked at the road ahead, his voice was a little stunned: "Can you insist? If the task issued by the Lord of the Six Reincarnations is contrary to your bottom line, kill it if you don't complete it, are you willing to kill yourself?" ? "

"This ..." The extreme conditions envisaged by Qi Zhengyan made it difficult for Meng Qi to answer, and he sighed. "It is impossible to imagine now, only to be known at that time ... But we also need to retain good deeds to prevent deductions for mission failure. "

The horse's hoof was moving, the dust was flying, Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan were silent again, and concentrated on their way.

Two days later, the four were not far away from Shaolin. Because they were not sympathetic to horsepower, they seemed to have thrown away the killer and did not encounter fighting.

"At the intersection ahead, we abandoned the horse and entered the mountain, as long as we crossed this mountain forest." Meng Qi said to Xiang Hui and Xiao Zi about his decision and Qi Zhengyan.

At present, it seems that the killer did not expect that he and others were running so fast and failed to catch up. However, both Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan believed that the other party would not lack remote communication means such as carrier pigeons, so they could notify the nearby in advance. The master is intercepting the main road, so he can't take the road anymore.

And if you go over mountains and mountains, there are "roads" everywhere, even if there are as many masters as Doercha, you cannot completely block it, even if his army arrives, it is the same!

Xiao Zi and Xiang Hui have no objection to their decision.

At this moment, in the near evening, the rain was so heavy that the road was almost invisible. Meng Qi suddenly felt that the horse under him had tripped, and took off directly into the air, throwing himself and Xiaozi out.

Then, dozens of long white feather arrows made a strange whining sound, passed through the rain curtain, and went straight to Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan from the woods beside the road. 2k novel reading network