The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

"Zangjing Pavilion?" Zhenyong raised his eyebrows, and then smiled to show a white tooth. "Master Zhending, it ’s just that the monk's monastery won't practice boxing until noon, so I'd follow you to the Zangjing Pavilion to help you clean, hehe , Honestly, I'm also curious about there. "

"But ..." Meng Qi worried that it would break the commandment.

Zhenyong smiled brilliantly: "Reassurance, all monks in the temple can freely enter and leave the two levels of your Tibetan scripture. I just don't have time. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle Xuanxin."

As soon as the words fell, Zhenhui slammed into the mysterious Zen room and saw Zhenyong stunned.

Meng Qigan laughed: "Zhenhui is such a serious person."

"Yes, it should." Zhenyong laughed.

During these days, he often went to the academy to find Meng Qi to ask questions about literacy and sentence breaks, and he often helped him and Zhenhui do some chores. He was quite bold and good at speaking.

"Uncle Xuanxin said that Brother Zhenyong was right." Zhenhui ran out and said loudly.

"Then let's go." Really Yonghe laughed.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is located on a cliff on the back of the Shaolin Temple. It is an old four-storey building, standing tall, and it is very conspicuous when flying birds approach it.

After entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Meng Qi poured a glass of white water on the table and drank his head. This journey was too far away. The autumn tiger was extremely fierce and thirsty!

However, Zhenhui came to the bookshelf where the Buddhist scriptures were placed, and one of them was drawn out and one was read carefully.

"Hey, Brother Zhenhui, what are you doing? Do you like to read Buddhist scriptures?" Zhenyong asked with amusement and doubt.

Meng Qi did not understand Zhenhui's move, poured a glass of water again, and looked at it while drinking.

Zhenhui's expression was very serious, with a hint of hope: "Peace might be written in the cracks of the scriptures."

Alas, Meng Qi sprayed out a spit of water, and the spray really filled his face. Is this product a deep poisoning of the martial arts fantasy story? Or did he trust him so much, and what he said, he believed?

Zhenyong wiped his face blankly and looked at Meng Qi: "Master Zhending, what's so funny about this? Brother Zhenhui is not impossible."

"Yes, this is what my brother told me secretly!" Zhenhui flipped seriously.

"Hehe." Meng Qi could only answer in this way, then gathered up the funny mood and said, "Little brother, don't worry, we have to come every day, first clean up, or we will be punished."

After hearing what his most trusted brother said, Zhenhui immediately put down the scriptures and cleaned the Tibetan Pavilion with Meng Qi and Zhenyong.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the cleaning was almost completed. When Meng Qi was about to "look through" the scriptures, Zhenyong suddenly covered his stomach and said eagerly, "Oh, two younger brothers, everyone has three urgents. Brothers go first for convenience."

As soon as he spoke, he ran to the entrance of the staircase, making his footsteps glaring and disappearing before Meng Qi's eyes.

Meng Qi didn't pay much attention, and called on Zhenhui to carefully distinguish the classification and storage location of the Buddhist scriptures to see if there was anything worthy of attention.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhenyong walked back pale, covering his stomach.

"Brother Zhenyong, are you okay?" Meng Qi asked with concern.

Zhenyong shook her head: "It seems like I have a bad stomach."

He also learned Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and slowly browsed the title of the book in front of the bookshelf. Suddenly, he chuckled: "There is a boxing spectrum of 'Luhanquan' here."

"Luohan Boxing? Isn't this the boxing you usually practice?" Meng Qi quickly probed.

Zhenyong pulled out the book and handed it to Meng Qi: "Yeah, I thought it would be upstairs. I didn't think it was on this floor."

Meng Qi took it, and looked greedily, trying to remember everything in it.

"Hey, Brother Zhending, do you need a pointer from your brother?" Zhenyong said with a smile.

A delight in Meng Qi's heart, she said uneasily, "This, is this all right?"

It is a violation of temple rules to have no permission to steal martial arts!

Zhenhui also glared up a pair of black and white eyes, looking at Zhenyong excitedly.

Zhenyong pointed to this boxing book: "Since the boxing book is placed in a place where all monks can go in and out at random, it means that this is a foundation that everyone can learn, and it does not violate temple rules."

"Um." Meng Qi was still uneasy, picked up the boxing scores, and returned to the first floor, intending to ask the old monk who was responsible for borrowing books.

The old monk's eyebrows were yellow, his skin was deep wrinkled, and he looked like he was going to squint at any moment. At this moment, his eyes seemed to be closed.

"Uncle Taishi, isn't this book misplaced?" Meng Qi asked cautiously.

According to Xuan Xin, the guardian monk's moniker "Empty Wisdom" belongs to the same generation as Abbot Kong Wen, which is three generations taller than Meng Qi-Shaolin is "nothing is empty in the heart, deep and pure wisdom" Order.

Empty Hui opened his eyes, and glanced at Meng Qi turbidly, slowly and logically: "The Luo Han Boxing has spread widely and there is nothing special."

In other words, you can learn by yourself! Meng Qi thought ecstatically, although this is a very ordinary boxing method, but after all, it is better than nothing!

With joy, he returned to the second floor with his fist spectrum, and solemnly gave a gift to Zhenyong: "Please give me guidance."

After that, until noon, Meng Qi and Zhenhui both learned martial arts in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, only to feel that their strength seemed to condense.

Because of going back to practice martial arts, Zhenyong hurriedly bid farewell, and Meng Qi and Zhenhui strolled on the cliff with satisfaction.

Walking and walking, Meng Qi found that Zhenhui's eyes were wrong, and she was always staring at the abyss outside.

"Little brother, what are you looking at?" Meng Qi was puzzled.

Zhenhui frowned and said, "Brother, if you jump down, will you get a peerless secret book or an artifact of the fairy soldier? No, I didn't see the fairy dancing sword ..."

Meng Qi's expression suddenly stiffened on his face, and it was over, leading to bad children.

No, you have to turn around! Meng Qi thought for a while and saw that Zhenhui was so deceived, so half of "saving" and half of the bad tastes were authentic: "Little brother, let's change the story tonight."

"What story?" Zhenhui was very excited.

Meng Qi grinned and said, "The story of Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake."

"Well, is she a peerless master?" Zhenhui asked curiously and happily.

"..." Meng Qi was speechless for a moment.

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The bright moon at high altitude was covered by dark clouds, the cold wind pierced the bones, and the scraped windows creaked. Each of the miscellaneous monks had an extra quilt, but the true response and the true view were still curled up in a cold.

Meng Qi was unaware of this, sitting cross-legged, calmly calmed down, only feeling really up, converging into Jinjin Yuye, derivatizing Yangzhi Mande, and filling in the corresponding trick points.

As soon as this breath of breath was filled in, Meng Qi immediately felt that the 365 holes in his body were all skyrocketing, and the breath of vitality was flowing out. The main meridians were washed away by the flood, and they swelled out one by one. Full of self-opening meridian. "

It takes some time for ordinary people to take this step, but Meng Qi's body itself has already completed the "hundred days to build the foundation". At this time, the spirit is full of self-sufficiency, and the meridians are unobstructed, which are all initial passages.

Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, only to feel refreshed, and seemed to have endless strength to understand that he had already taken the first step of martial arts practice.

He resisted the urge to get out of bed to practise Luohan Boxing and exhaled for a long time. He didn't have much breakthrough joy in his heart. The first is that "building the foundation for a hundred days" is relatively simple and there is nothing difficult. It just happens. After another few months, my Luohan Boxing has also made a difference, but I still can't see any hope from the mixed service hospital.

Without leaving the academy, higher martial arts can break through the magical powers of heaven and man, and there is absolutely no way to touch it!

"Ah ..." Meng Qi turned into a long sigh of anxiety and anxiety.

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"Really, the Lecture Hall has stopped for the past two days. You are responsible for cleaning the Zen heart courtyard, and you must not provoke noble guests." Early this morning, after having had breakfast, Meng Qi was called by Xuan Xin.

"Guik? Uncle Xuanxin, I don't know which expert?" Meng Qi wanted to find out so as not to make the guests taboo.

Xuan Xin smiled: "Dajin Schools such as Zhenwu School, Xuan Tianzong, Xijian Pavilion, Huanhua Sword School, Qingchen School, and Dajiang Gang were invited by my Shaolin. The masters of the school sent young disciples to come to discuss Martial arts is actually an opportunity for young disciples with outstanding talents from all sides to compare and learn from each other. "

Meng Qi took a cool breath, but this is the master of martial arts that Xuan Xin said! For example, Zhenwu School and Xuantianzong are two of the three Taoist schools. Xijian Pavilion and Huanhuajian School belong to the Six Sword-holding Sects. Qingchen School and Dajiang Gang are in the ranks of the Six Kingdoms of the World.

"The talented young disciple?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously. After all, he is also a young disciple of Shaolin true characters, always a little bit of comparison.

Xuanxin touched his swollen belly and laughed: "What do you ask? Is it still impossible to compare with them? You are a miscellaneous monk who has just completed the foundation of a hundred days. Compared with them, one is in the mud. Toad, one is a phoenix in the sky. He doesn't even have the qualification to stand together, let alone a test! "

His ridiculous taunt made Meng Qi quite annoyed, his blood was rising, his face was flushed. Although he was also in his twenties and had a good social experience, after all, he was still young and vigorous. A little bit of a competitive heart, at this time being so scorned, and then thinking of the gap with those heavenly pride, it is naturally difficult to restrain emotional fluctuations.

Xuan Xin seemed to be unaware, and continued, "I heard that among the young disciples of various factions who came here this time, they were less than 20 years old, and they had already entered the realm of enlightenment, saying that they would not be expected to enter the list of people in the future. What martial arts do you have? You know what skills? But Shaolin is also a talented person, and this generation is really not so bad, authentic, and wonderful. "

As he said, he squinted his eyes and looked at Meng Qi: "It's not time to clean the Zen heart."

Meng Qi gritted his teeth, calmed his mood, and walked towards the Zen Heart Court with his broom.

Xuan Xin looked at the back of Meng Qi, the smile on his face gradually faded, leaving only a trace of his mouth. 2k novel reading network