The Supreme Being

The cold wind passed through the cliff, like a steel knife scraping bones. Even though he changed into a thick monk's robe and middle coat, Meng Qi was shivering from the cold. He had to use Shaolin's mental skills to let the internal energy flow slowly in his body and dissipate it. severe cold.

The road leading to the back mountain has a post every three steps and a sentry every five steps. Even the edges of the cliffs that no one seems to be able to pass are guarded by monks. Meng Qi, Zhenhui and Zhending are arranged on a road that leads directly to the back mountain. In front of the narrow road, there are cliffs on both sides, and there are dense dark forests on the left and right in front.

"Senior brother, are there any white-bone spirits or spider spirits in the back mountain?" Zhenhui has not yet been able to open up his Dantian, and his internal strength has grown slowly. He is so cold that he jumps on the spot. He is looking at the darkness at the end of the narrow road with piercing eyes, which belongs to the back mountain. Mountain.

"White-bone spirit? Spider spirit?" Zhenyong was stunned for a moment, then turned his gaze to Meng Qi, and looked like he was telling his junior brother what strange story he had told him.

Meng Qi laughed. Apart from practicing martial arts to cope with the pressure of life and death in the reincarnation world, this was the only fun he had: "Since Senior Brother Zhenmiao said there are monsters, then there must be fairies."

He didn't know much about this aspect yet, so he deliberately raised it to see if Zhenyong could answer some questions.

Zhenyong was also looking at the end of the narrow road in a daze, and said to himself: "How many people have seen real monsters and monsters? Since the era of 'monster chaos on the earth', the monster clan has disappeared, at least we ordinary people rarely see it. I rarely see them, but occasionally there are rumors about scholars meeting fox demons and masters suppressing snake spirits. Haha, I have never seen them anyway. "

Meng Qi nodded and didn't ask any more questions, because Zhenyong didn't seem to know much.

The night is long and the wind is getting colder. Zhenhui has found a stone to sit cross-legged and meditates. Zhenyong is also walking back and forth to relieve the cold.

Because it had been quiet all the time, and there were senior monks from Bodhidharma and Bodhi Temple watching behind him, Meng Qi gradually focused on figuring out the last step of the eight steps of the Divine Walk. Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew by, and Meng Qi shivered. Trembling, my mind became clear, and with a flash of inspiration, I figured out all the obstacles.

After figuring out the key to the last step of the eight steps of the Divine Walk, Meng Qi was so excited that he couldn't wait to practice.

Although Zhenyong "knows" that he has a family tradition of martial arts, Meng Qi is still not used to practicing footwork directly, unless he uses sword skills to cover it up, but the movement is too loud, and it is easy to be discovered by Zhenmiao and others who are patrolling everywhere, and he will be scolded.

After looking around, Meng Qi held his stomach and said to Zhenyong: "Senior brother, I feel sick in my stomach. I need to relieve myself. I'm sorry to trouble you here."

When he was in the Sutra Pavilion, Zhenyong had such an experience several times. He was not surprised and said with a smile: "Go quickly. If Senior Brother Zhenmiao and the others come over, I will help you explain."

Meng Qi held the sword in hand and rushed into the forest in front of him. He didn't dare to go too far. He started practicing footwork around the giant trees right next to the cliff.

The "Eight Steps of Divine Movement" is exquisite and strange. It is dark at this time, making Meng Qi like a ghost, disappearing and appearing.

"Yes, that's true!" After practicing a few laps, Meng Qi nodded with satisfaction and decided to return.

Just as he was about to take a step, he suddenly heard a slight rustling sound coming from the cliff. His energy suddenly tightened, his heart felt at his feet, and he slid silently and hid behind a big tree.

"You won't be so unlucky! Aren't there senior uncles and senior brothers guarding the inner level? And it's separated by a thick cliff!" Meng Qi's first instinct was that of monsters and monsters.

He glanced secretly and saw a large hole opening silently in the cliff next to a slightly red boulder, and a figure jumped out vigilantly.

The figure groped for a while behind the boulder. The clicking sound started again, and the stone wall slowly closed.

"The escape tunnel secretly dug by monsters and monsters?" Meng Qi guessed bitterly, regretting why he entered the forest!

He originally thought that there were at most some wild beasts here, and since it was extremely cold in winter, the wild beasts would not come out to move around, so it was a completely safe place. Who would have thought that he would encounter such a terrible thing!

The figure turned around and ran to the other side of the forest.

At this time, through the dim moonlight, Meng Qi could clearly see the face of this figure.

he? Meng Qi was shocked and shocked, and almost shouted out loud, but finally bit his lips to hold back.

The person coming out of the back mountain turned out to be Zhen Guan!

The true view that attacks oneself and suffers from the hopelessness of revenge!

"Hasn't he been expelled from the mountain gate a long time ago?" Meng Qi thought doubtfully. In this regard, he believed that Xuan Xin did not lie to him, because his friend Zhen Yan in the courtyard said that he had not seen Zhen Guan since that day. .

Meng Qi did not take action and watched Zhen Guan go away, because he thought that his own strength was far from enough to mix things with monsters and monsters.

"People have to be self-aware. Not everyone is the protagonist..." Meng Qi sneered.

If I rashly open the secret passage, I am afraid that after entering, I will not get the magical beast inner elixir, the magical power of the demon clan, etc., but I will be directly killed, silenced, devoured flesh and blood, or turned into a puppet. After all, the former is the treatment that only the "protagonist" has. , and it seems that I currently do not have this kind of "luck halo".

He quietly exited the forest and decided to find someone who could handle the matter. Although he had already made up his mind to return to the secular world, at least he was still in the Shaolin Temple. If chaos broke out in Shaolin, he might be in trouble. .

"Junior Brother Zhending, are you hungry?" Zhenyong joked funnyly when he saw that Meng Qi had just returned.

Meng Qi said with a serious face: "Senior Brother Zhending, I encountered a strange thing when I had diarrhea. I'm afraid I have to report it to the inner-level uncles and uncles!"

"Ah? Then set off the fireworks!" Zhenyong was startled, rolled his eyes, and asked Meng Qi to send an emergency signal without asking what was going on.

The corner of Meng Qi's mouth twitched. This senior brother Zhenyong, who is usually enthusiastic and cheerful, generous and loyal, is still quite cunning at critical moments. He actually didn't ask anything and tried to stay out of the matter.

He didn't care about Zhenyong's little thoughts, but decided to be wary of him secretly. At this time, Zhenhui got in front of him, took out a small bamboo tube from his arms, pointed it at the sky, and opened the lid.

With a whoosh, a red light shot into the sky and exploded into a brilliant scene in mid-air.

"Junior brother is indeed a man of action. He sent out the signal without asking anything..." Meng Qi wiped away cold sweat and stood in front of Zhenhui with a knife in hand, guarding against possible attacks.

After two or three breaths, Meng Qi's eyes blurred and he saw a handsome but extremely melancholy middle-aged monk. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and a red cassock. His right hand held a string of black beads engraved with a Buddha statue. .

"Yellow monk's robe, red cassock...Which monastery leader or elder is this?" Meng Qi opened his mouth to call him, but when he spoke, he was stunned. Should he call him uncle, uncle, or uncle? I don’t even know the other person, so this generation is very troublesome.

However, seeing an eminent monk of this level coming over, Meng Qi felt a little calmer.

The middle-aged monk had a solemn expression when he arrived, but after seeing the calmness here, his expression softened. Seeing Meng Qi's hesitation, he guessed what he was struggling with and smiled slightly: "My name is Xuanbei, what happened just now?" Send out emergency fireworks?”

Is the Xuan generation already the chief or the elder? Meng Qi was shocked, but he still suppressed the fluctuation in his heart and said what he had just thought about repeatedly: "Uncle Xuanbei, just now my disciple went to relieve himself in the forest over there and saw a secret door appearing on the cliff... "

Xuanbei listened to Meng Qi's story with a calm expression, nodded slightly and said, "You did a good job, neither being rash nor concealing anything. Are you sure that figure is the Zhen Guan who was expelled from the mountain gate before?"

"Disciple recognizes his appearance, but I don't know if he transformed into a monster." Meng Qi answered honestly.

After Xuan Bei inquired about the location of the secret door and the nearby features, he gave an order: "You will follow Xuan Chi back to the Wu Monk Academy later, and you can leave the matters here to me."

"Yes, Uncle Xuanbei." Meng Qi was eager to leave here. Now he was always worried that there would be monsters and ghosts coming out of the darkness nearby.

Xuan Bei didn't move his feet, and suddenly disappeared from the spot, flashing at the edge of the forest. There was a faint sound of Zen chanting around him, and a little bit of Buddha light flickered, solemn and sacred, transcendent from the ordinary world, just like the arrival of Arhat Bodhisattva.

"Is this the strength that is close to the peak of outdoor scenes..." Zhenyong murmured to himself as he looked in the direction where Xuan Bei disappeared.

Meng Qi looked at him in astonishment: "Senior Brother Zhenyong, do you know this uncle?"

Zhenyong came back to his senses and said with emotion: "Except for the Uncle Xuan Chi Xuan Ku and others I see every day, I don't recognize any other uncles, but this Uncle Xuan Bei has a very good reputation. I heard Senior Brother Zhenchang mentioned it.”

Zhenchang, the first of the three disciples of the Zhenzi generation? Meng Qi knew Zhen Chang, and it was said that he was a little more powerful than Zhen Miao and Zhen Ben.

Zhenyong continued: "Uncle Xuanbei Master was originally a top master in the world, nicknamed 'Seven Jue Shou', but later he suffered a misfortune and was wiped out by others. Although he finally got his revenge, the opponent had a deep background. A master-level figure came to get him. He was already disheartened, and because of this incident, he fled to Shaolin, joined Buddhism, and became the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha. "

"Because of his outstanding talent and his devotion to Buddhism, he was valued by the abbot master, who accepted him as a disciple. He made an exception and made him a direct successor. He learned the "Moko Subduing Demon Fist". He was also extraordinary and achieved a breakthrough in a short period of time. , entered the ranks of masters, and later became the first eminent monk of the Xuan generation to enter the eighth level of the outdoor scene, only one step away from the peak. "

"This kind of character is always full of legend..." Meng Qi thought quietly, while Zhen Hui listened with interest.

Afterwards, Zhenmiao and others rushed over, along with many monks in yellow clothes that Meng Qi didn't recognize. The three of them were led back to the Wu Monk Academy by Xuan Chi.

The next morning, just when Meng Qi was about to go out to practice calligraphy and inquire about the outcome of this matter (because he was guarding the back mountain the day before, he did not have to get up early to fetch water), the door was pushed open, and the rather sinister-looking disciplinary monk Xuan Kong walked in , followed by a dejected Jinyoung.

"Yesterday, your discovery failed a certain conspiracy of the demon in the back mountain. The Bodhi Courtyard will reward you, but I guess it will be a few days later." Xuan Kongpi said with a smile, "But I'm sure your guard will If you leave your post without permission during Taoism, the Discipline Academy will have to punish you. Based on your achievements this time, I will punish you by facing the wall in the meditation room for three days."

Just face the wall for three days? Meng Qi groaned, not paying attention to this punishment because it was too light, just enough to calm down and polish his internal strength.

He is fully looking forward to the reward from Bodhi Court. Will it be one of the seventy-two unique skills?

Three days later, Meng Qi finished facing the wall and opened the door of the room with ease and joy after eating the dinner.

"Uh, junior brother, why aren't you happy?" Meng Qi met Zhen Hui when he went out.

Zhenhui said angrily: "Today, my uncles and uncles came to select disciples, but you, senior brother, were punished to face the wall and couldn't get out."

Meng Qi's face suddenly turned gloomy. This was the original purpose!

Is it because of the previous disrespect, or is it because of his brother who is in the Discipline Academy?

He narrowed his eyes and said to Zhenhui in a calm tone: "Let's go to the martial arts hall."

Although Meng Qi didn't really want to become a disciple and it would be difficult to leave Shaolin, he still wouldn't be happy when faced with this situation.

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Qi suddenly saw two lines of words on the thin snow in the courtyard:

"The second reincarnation begins!"

"Please be mentally prepared. When you open it again in the future, you will not be informed and will be directly pulled in."