The Supreme Being

Meng Qi was shocked and angry, and struggled hard for a while, but Zhen Guan's strength was not small. Although he was moved a little bit, he still held Meng Qi firmly down, and the strength of his hands did not weaken.

After the initial panic struggle, Meng Qi suddenly found that although his breathing was difficult, it was far from suffocating. Zhenguan's hands seemed to be "trapped" by his own muscles and skin, making it difficult to effectively cut off his breathing.

Yes, I know how to "iron shirt"! This thought suddenly flashed through Meng Qi's slightly dizzy head.

Since he did not practice it himself, in the crisis just now, he actually forgot that he knew how to "iron cloth shirt"!

The "Iron Shirt" itself does not increase strength much.

After knowing that he was not in danger, Meng Qi gradually calmed down his panic and concentrated on his Dantian, and a warm current slowly rose up.

Using his internal energy, Meng Qi used both hands on his waist and abdomen to lift the Zhen Guan away and hit the wall with a bang.

Zhen Guan was staggered by the collision, but he still struggled to get up. His eyes were red, and he kept shouting words such as "Kill you" and "Take my chance to enter the Monk Academy", and rushed towards Meng Qi crazily.

"Crazy!" Meng Qi had turned over and stood on the bunk at this time. He was frightened and angry. He did not dodge or dodge. He stepped up and punched, and hit Zhenguan's chest hard with his habitual "Black Tiger Evisceration" .

But Zhen Guan's waving hands hit Meng Qi, but it was like tickling him.

Bang, Zhen Guan hit the wall again, making a dull sound.

He covered his chest with his right hand and struggled to stand up, but Meng Qi punched with almost all his strength. No matter how hard he tried, his body was in excruciating pain and he was weak. How could he stand up!

"Kill, kill you!"

"You bunch of beasts, deceitful bald donkeys!"

"I want revenge, I want revenge..."

He was mumbling to himself like crazy, with tears streaming down his face.

At this time, both Zhenying and Zhenhui had been woken up, and one looked at this scene blankly while the other stared blankly.

When Meng Qi saw Zhen Guan looking like he was so mad that he wished he could jump over to the next life and devour his own flesh and blood, he thought that if he had not exchanged the "iron cloth shirt" in the "reincarnation world", he would have died just now. He suddenly became angry and jumped off the bunk, Waving his fist, he was about to hit the true view.

Poof, Meng Qi's fist failed to hit Zhen Guan, but hit a yellow cloth that suddenly appeared. It was weak and made a light sound.

"Stop!" Xuanxin put away her sleeves and shouted.

Meng Qi did not lose his mind. When he saw Xuan Xin appeared, he immediately shouted: "Uncle Xuan Xin, Zhen Guan is crazy! You want to kill me!"

Zhen Guan also stared at Meng Qi and Xuan Xin in a "cooperative" manner, and kept saying words such as "kill you".

Xuanxin looked at Zhen Guan angrily, curled his lips and said, "Who can you kill like this?"

He took a few steps quickly and kicked out, causing Zhen Guan to lose his breath and become speechless.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you go back to sleep! Do you want to use iron buckets to carry water tomorrow?" Xuanxin yelled at the handyman monk who appeared at the door, and pushed them back who had woken up to watch the fun.

"This bunch of trash!" Xuanxin turned around and muttered to herself, while Zhenying's expression on the bunk became more and more gloomy.

After saying that, Xuan Xin looked at Meng Qi, miraculously turning from angry to smiling in just one second: "Master Zhending, what do you think we should do about this matter?"

Meng Qi can be considered a person with considerable social experience, and his anger has almost been vented, and he has not been substantially harmed, so he glanced at Zhen Guan and said: "Everything is up to my uncle, but he has lost his mind and gone crazy. If it had been anyone else, there would have been a murder."

Xuanxin coughed and signaled Zhenhui to close the door of the meditation room.

Zhen Hui had been watching Xuan Xin kick Zhen Guan intently before, as if the story of Jianghu was being played out in front of his eyes, and he was quite excited. At this time, he responded, jumped off the bunk, ran to the door, closed the door, and then He continued to look at Xuan Xin and Meng Qi with wide eyes.

"After all, this matter is our affairs. It is not good for everyone to know about it. It is better to do this. Uncle Master, I will find another reason tomorrow to expel Zhen Guan from Shaolin." Xuan Xin said with a smile on his face.

Meng Qi finally understood that if things got serious and the Discipline Academy took over, he, the deacon in charge of the Auxiliary Academy, would have to bear some responsibility.

Just when Meng Qi was thinking about whether to take this opportunity to establish a good relationship with Xuan Xin so that he could do things in the future, the door was pushed open and a monk in yellow clothes walked in. He wore a string of brown-red Buddhist beads on his right hand.

"Junior Brother Xuanxin, if I hadn't happened to be patrolling nearby and heard the noise, you would have concealed this matter." This disciplinary monk was probably in his early thirties, with slender eyes and a rather sinister look. At this time Zhengpi spoke to Xuanxin with a smile.

Xuan Xin's expression changed a few times, and she hurried forward to greet him. She smiled brightly and said, "Don't I want to cause trouble to you, Senior Brother Xuankong? Why do you need to personally deal with such a trivial matter?"

He took out something from his arms and secretly stuffed it into Xuan Kong's hand.

Xuan Kong weighed it, and his smile became a little warmer: "No lives were lost, and no one was injured. It is indeed a small matter, but this madman cannot be kept."

"Don't worry, I won't make it difficult for you, senior brother." Xuan Xin promised, patting her chest.

Meng Qi was stunned when he saw it. It turned out that this monk's temple was not a pure place, at least not the servant's courtyard. It still had "human feelings and sophistication".

Xuankong looked at Zhen Guan, who was struggling to stand up, and then turned to Meng Qi: "This nephew is so good at practicing kung fu."

Meng Qi subconsciously touched his neck and felt a few deep finger marks. His thoughts were racing in his mind, and he carefully considered his tone and said: "Reporting to Uncle Xuankong, before I became a monk, I had been exposed to many ancestral martial arts. After finishing the chores in the house and having nothing to do, I will practice some exercises.”

"Hehe, don't be nervous, we all know it." Xuan Kong said with a hint of ridicule, "If it weren't for this relationship, how could the descendants of Xijiang Pavilion and Zhenwu Sect speak for you? How can they be impressed by their sharp teeth and sharp mouths? "

So that's what they thought... Meng Qi quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he did not rule out the possibility that he could speak and satisfy the two heirs, this explanation was more acceptable and could better cover up his relationship with Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei. real relationship.

Xuankong raised the corners of his mouth and said half-smilingly: "But I, the Shaolin disciples, never look at the origins of my disciples. If you make a mistake and fall into the hands of my Discipline Academy, we will not be merciful. Haha, Xuan and I I have good relations with Junior Brother Ku, his attitude is my attitude.”

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the house, leaving a soft message: "Junior Brother Xuanxin, remember to take care of it."

"Fuck, these idiots in the Discipline Academy don't want others to be tough in front of them!" When Xuan Kong left, Xuan Xin, who had a somewhat vulgar temperament, cursed bitterly, without any sense of violating the precepts, " Zhen Ding, did you talk back to them? "

Meng Qi curled his lips: "If I walk upright and sit upright, will I still be afraid of them?"

"Tsk tsk, that's the attitude. They hate it the most." Xuan Xin looked Meng Qi up and down, "Only someone like you, who comes from a noble family and is not afraid of having no way out, can be so stubborn. I say, what on earth are you doing?" Which one is it from?”

how could I know! Meng Qi pretended to be incomprehensible and said: "My worries are gone, the world of mortals is far away, no matter where I am, it has nothing to do with me, little monk."

Xuan Xin spat, not believing Meng Qi's words at all. Over this period of time, he also discovered that Zhending was quite precocious, and his speech and behavior were not like those of a child, so he stopped asking any more questions, looked at Zhen Guan and sighed:

"To be honest, Zhen Guan is pitiful. He was born in a merchant's family, so he had no worries about food and clothing. Who would have thought that while his family was doing business, they encountered the seventy-two ruthless bandits in Helian Mountain. No one survived. From then on, he became a young master. He was an orphan. Later, he joined us in Shaolin for revenge, but his hatred could not be concealed from Xuan Ku, so he was sent to our handyman's courtyard. "

"Since you don't accept Senior Brother Zhen Guan as your disciple for this reason, why do you give him a glimmer of hope?" Meng Qi frowned.

"Hey, Xuan Ku is such a person. He left Zhen Guan behind because he wanted to use the chants of the Buddha's name in the temple to resolve the hatred in Zhen Guan's heart and eliminate a piece of his murderous karma. Amitabha, the Dharma is boundless." Xuan Xin chanted the Buddha's name. Full of irony.

"Haha, why didn't he personally persuade the seventy-two bandits to put down their butcher knives and become Buddhas immediately?" Meng Qi said with a slight anger.

Xuan Xin clicked her tongue: "He must be able to beat this."

He turned to look at Zhenguan, who was slowly calming down: "Hey, nephew Zhenguan, you can go down the mountain tomorrow and quickly find another sect. Maybe there will be a chance to practice advanced martial arts."

"Go down the mountain?" Hearing this word, Zhenguan suddenly woke up, covered his face with his hands, and whispered painfully, "Father, mother, the child is unfilial! The child is unfilial! Five years have passed, and I have not been able to kill a thief... "

Meng Qi sighed, but did not stop Xuan Xin from letting Zhen Guan go down the mountain. There was no hope for him to stay here.

And this strengthened Meng Qi's determination to learn martial arts well, so that he would not be able to avenge others in the future.

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"You?" Zhende and others standing in the team of newly promoted monks looked in shock as Meng Qi and Zhenhui appeared in front of the team.

Didn't it mean that no one in the Servant's Court became a monk for a long, long time?

Can naughty boys and fools also become monks?

This made them, who were proud of the Wu Monk Academy, subconsciously reject Meng Qi and the two.

Meng Qi laughed secretly when he saw their expressions. He wanted to say loudly, "Hu Hansan is back again."

Xuan Chi put his hands behind his hands and looked at the monks who had entered the temple in the past year, and said to Meng Qi and Zhen Hui: "From today on, you will learn martial arts from them. It is really wonderful to teach the monks."

How wonderful? Meng Qi turned his head and looked at the gentle young monk next to him. Is it him? They were both of the same generation, and he and others were still in the stage of martial monks accumulating energy and forging their bodies, but he actually became the teaching monk!

Zhenmiao was wearing a yellow monk's robe and looked elegant, but standing there, he felt a bit like Yue Zhiyuan Ting.

He nodded without smiling: "You guys go to the end of the line."

Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no objections and quickly found a place to stand.

"Today we are still practicing Arhat Boxing. I will also demonstrate it, so be sure to watch it clearly." After Zhenmiao watched Xuan Chi leave, she waved the lower hem of the monk's robe with her right hand, braced her horse, and first demonstrated the posture of "worshiping the mountain to the Buddha".

"Practice this style first. To practice martial arts, you must have a solid foundation and don't be greedy for too much and rush forward." Zhenmiao ordered the monks to practice boxing.

Both Meng Qi and Zhenhui had learned Arhat Boxing for several months, and they were still able to keep up with the progress, so they boxed over and over again, from the first to the eighteenth move, gradually sweating like raindrops.

"Stop!" Suddenly, Zhenmiao walked up to Meng Qi and looked at him sternly, "There are many irregularities in your Arhat Fist. How do you usually practice it? Now you have not reached the stage where you can pick up the moves at will. If Losing discipline will lead to hidden dangers!”

Meng Qi knew that his Arhat Boxing relied on reading boxing manuals and Zhenyong's occasional guidance, so there must be many problems, so he said sincerely: "The young monk practiced according to the boxing manuals, and I asked my senior brother for guidance."

"If you practice like this, it's better not to practice at all. It will take more effort to change it back." Zhenmiao frowned and looked to the side, "Zhende, come out and spar with him to let him know that there are irregularities. What harm will it do?"