The Supreme Being

The moon was sparse and the stars were shining alone on the cliff. Meng Qi, who was hiding in the dark, recognized who this figure was at a glance.

Zhenyong!

Although during this period of time, Meng Qi's energy was mainly focused on the cultivation of the Golden Bell, sword skills, and Qinggong. There were many courtyards separated from the Wu Monk Academy, making communication inconvenient. However, after resuming his studies at the Lecture Academy, he could still He met Zhenyong and chatted for a while to learn about the trivial matters in the temple. Therefore, even if the figure turned sideways towards Meng Qi, he was still convinced that the other person was Zhenyong!

What's he doing here at the cliff so late?

Could it be that there really is some big secret?

Meng Qi thought a little irritably that he was carrying a big secret and was completely unwilling to get involved in other incidents, lest anyone discover anything unusual.

In the Shaolin Temple, he just wanted to be a quiet little novice monk.

It was with this mentality and the awareness that he was not yet a master that he did not rush to explore the secret passage during the last true observation, but returned directly and sent out a signal.

The gray figure turned back and looked around warily. The blurred moonlight shone on his face, clearly showing that Meng Qi's judgment was correct. He was Zhenyong.

Meng Qi held his breath and controlled his heartbeat, not wanting to attract Zhenyong's attention. He hoped that he would leave quickly, and then he could resume patrolling without anyone noticing. Zhenhui would report the previous events to his master tomorrow. Jinyoung’s secret will naturally be found out.

This place is remote and hidden, almost no one knows about it. After checking it out habitually, Zhenyong took out a book from his arms and read it with a smile on his face.

The cold moonlight was falling, and Meng Qi, who had already condensed the six acupoints related to his eyes, found that the paper in Zhenyong's hand was white. It did not look like the "Muhua paper" and other precious papers used to write secret books, but more like the book in a chanting hall. Poor paper for novices to copy and practice calligraphy.

"Could it be a book written on ordinary paper?" Meng Qi speculated subconsciously.

Zhenyong was fascinated by what he saw and murmured something. For a moment, he no longer had the consciousness to leave the scene quickly as the person who had done the "bad thing", which made Meng Qi secretly anxious.

He was not afraid that he would not be able to endure it, but that the junior brother around him had never experienced this kind of situation before. As time went by, he was likely to become restless, and it would be very easy for him to bump into something and make a noise.

Meng Qi turned his head slightly and looked at Zhenyong. Under the swaying shadow, his face looked dark, vaguely curious, and he was looking at Zhenyong intently.

It's good to be on the same page... Seeing this, Meng Qi silently praised him.

After holding the incense for a while, Zhenyong adjusted his stiff posture, hit a piece of gravel, and let it roll down the cliff, but no sound was heard.

Awakened by the movement, Zhenyong reluctantly closed the book in his hand.

He didn't dare to stay too long, so he stretched out his hand to explore outside the cliff.

After groping for a while, he took back his right hand and found an oil paper bag.

"It looks like there is a gap to hide things on the outside of the cliff, but it's quite hidden..." Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully.

Zhenyong opened the oil paper bag and found several books of different thicknesses inside. He put the one in his hand into it and wrapped it tightly again.

At this moment, a reckless mouse ran out of the hole, scaring Zhenhui so much that she hid back.

Click, the sound of branches breaking was particularly clear in the quiet night!

There was a snap, Zhenyong's hand shook, the oil paper bag fell to the ground, and he looked back in shock and panic.

At the same time, his left hand subconsciously touched the outside of the cliff.

"Who?" Zhenyong asked in a low voice, as if he hadn't seen Meng Qi and Zhenhui yet.

As soon as he finished speaking, before Meng Qi could think of a countermeasure, Zhenyong suddenly pounced over, dragging a sharp sword in his left hand.

His shouting and questioning turned out to be a trick!

"He has successfully accumulated energy. He really hid his strength..." After seeing Zhenyong's body movements, Meng Qi sighed, his left shoulder sank, and he hit Zhenyong's knife edge without hesitation.

Zhenyong was in the suspicion formation and suddenly made a sudden move. He was thinking that the enemy hidden in the forest would have no time to dodge and it would be best to kill him with one move. However, he was shocked to see a figure that did not dodge and was heading towards the blade.

Zheng! The Jie Dao was like a golden stone. Zhenyong said secretly that it was not good and hurriedly retreated without thinking.

At this time, a blade of light struck from the side that he had never expected. The angle was tricky, the position was weird, and it was difficult to avoid.

Zhenyong gritted his teeth, dropped his sword, and moved with the sword, narrowly avoiding Meng Qi's sword.

Huh... Meng Qi was a little confused. Zhenyong unexpectedly dodged his "Blood Knife" move in a hurry. The sword skills he displayed were exquisite and mysterious, and they were definitely not mediocre.

Zhenhui stepped forward, with a smile on her face, quiet and peaceful, and she brushed out her right hand in the shape of a flower, which was quite a bit like coming out of the world.

Zhenyong knew in advance that there was another enemy, so he was not surprised by Zhenhui's attack. His face was solemn, his sword flash was restrained, and he blocked Zhenhui's "flower finger".

Then, he flicked his right leg and kicked Zhenhui. He tilted his sword and slashed it down leisurely, pointing directly at Meng Qi.

This knife was so subtle and mysterious that it actually gave Meng Qi the feeling that three thousand troubles were falling away in response to the knife.

This is definitely a terrifying sword technique! Meng Qi did not dare to neglect, he spread out his body skills like a ghost, and each sword was struck from an incredible place.

Zhenyong's sword training was carried out in secret, with few opportunities to use it, and no tempering between life and death. For a moment, Meng Qi, who was using his strength normally, was forced to panic. After each sword strike, the opponent's next sword would come from anywhere. The feeling comes from any angle, and the body and mind are gradually exhausted.

Zhen Hui on the other side, due to lack of actual combat experience, failed to maintain her balance when avoiding Zhen Yong's kick. She staggered back to the side and almost fell off the cliff.

"Ah!" He yelled softly, because he found that he had swept the oil paper bag away from the cliff and disappeared into the clouds.

Meng Qi saw that the cliff was narrow and it was difficult for him to use his steps to the fullest. He didn't want to wait too long and cause changes, so after slashing out with his sword, while Zhenyong was in a hurry, he swooped over and directly pressed his chest against the opponent's sword.

Zheng! The sword cut through the monk's robe, making a crisp sound of gold and stone again, leaving a white scratch.

Because the full moon was shining brightly, Zhenyong had already recognized that the other party was Zhending, and knew that his golden bell cover was terrifying, so every previous sword strike was aimed at the vital points and the cover door. However, he did not expect that Zhending's sword skills were so weird. , I didn’t expect that his fighting style was so strong and brutal. He actually blocked the sword with his chest before he could change his moves!

Caught off guard, he had no chance to change direction!

Meng Qi, who succeeded in forcing a breakthrough, stretched out his sword and placed it across his neck.

At that moment, Zhenyong threw away his sword and made a gesture of no longer resisting.

Zhenhui stepped forward again, and with a flick of her finger, she closed several of Zhenyong's large acupoints.

Meng Qi was not careless and still put the sword on his neck, motioning Zhenhui to take out his belt and tie his hands behind his back.

"Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, are you relieved now?" Zhenyong looked pale and forced a smile.

Meng Qi said noncommittally: "Senior brother, why would you do such a sneaky thing?"

After Zhenyong's acupoints were tapped, it was difficult to stand, so he sat down cross-legged, rolled his eyes, and said sadly: "I am not as talented as you, Junior Brother Zhenhui, nor can you achieve great achievements like Junior Brother Zhending. Once you learn a unique skill, you can only follow this path. I don’t want to waste my life in Shaolin, forever being a lantern and an ancient Buddha, unable to appreciate the splendor of the world.”

"Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, for the sake of our good friendship, please let me go. From today on, I will change my mind and never do this kind of thing again. I will give you all the secret books I have obtained."

His eyes were red and he was begging.

"It is indeed a secret book." Meng Qi said with a half-smile, "Senior Brother Zhenyong, I don't know how you, an ordinary monk, can get the secret book of secrets."

So, don't use your unwillingness to waste your life to deal with me.

Zhenyong's expression changed, and he immediately sighed: "Because Grand Master Kong Hui's uncle who was guarding the Sutra Pavilion had a hidden injury, which would occur at a certain time every day at noon. After I accidentally learned about it, I took this opportunity to record the secret book on it. , but you can only go to the third and fourth floors, and you can’t see the secret technique of "Inner Eighteen"."

"I see. No wonder you made good friends with me and Zhenhui at that time." Meng Qi chuckled.

Zhenyong frowned, not expecting that his explanation would offend Zhending and Zhenhui.

"Furthermore, where did you hear such secret news?" Just when Zhenyong was feeling uneasy, Meng Qi suddenly shouted sharply.

Zhenyong shivered all over, closed his mouth, shook his head and said nothing.

Meng Qi didn't want to go into details for fear of getting into trouble, so he said to Zhenhui: "Junior brother, go to the nearby courtyard and shout to find someone to come and 'help'. Remember, everyone who shouts must know it. You can't tell just one person." people."

When inspecting the temple, no signals are issued.

Zhenhui nodded and was about to walk outside.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zhenyong said in a deep voice: "Two junior brothers, do you know what secret book I just put into the oil paper bag?"

Seeing Meng Qi and Zhenhui both looking at him, he said proudly:

"Yi Jin Jing!"

"What?" Meng Qi lost his voice in surprise. It turned out to be the "Yi Jin Jing" among the treasures of the Shaolin temple, which can turn decay into miraculous miracles!

Since it is not a special skill at the legal body or exterior level, "Yi Jin Jing" has always been a secret book passed down, and it must be kept secretly and comprehensively. How could an ordinary monk like Zhen Yong copy it!

There must be someone behind it! A person who is more than you can imagine!

"How about it? Forget about this, I will share the Yi Jin Jing with you?" Zhenyong's voice was low, like a goblin who was good at seducing.

Meng Qi didn't want to be involved in something that was scary when he thought about it, but he couldn't bear to part with the "Yi Jin Jing" whose value was no less valuable than the secret knowledge of Dharmakaya. He struggled fiercely in his heart and couldn't hesitate.

"Senior brother, senior brother, I hit the oil paper bag and fell off the cliff..." Zhenhui said weakly.

Meng Qi puffed out and woke up at the same time. He was actually blinded by greed!

If he chooses "Yi Jin Jing" and lets Zhen Yong go, the person behind him will definitely find an opportunity to silence him, and he has no way of guessing who is behind him, so he can be on guard in advance.

What a pity... Looking at the misty abyss, Meng Qi sighed. It is said that the poisonous miasma below is terrifying. After countless years of accumulation, only a few living beings can survive. They are all first-class poisons. I'm afraid there must be outdoor scenes. Only then can we find out the strength.

"Push, touch..." Zhenyong suddenly became stunned.

Meng Qi signaled Zhenhui to inform others quickly to avoid changes that he could not cope with.

Even the "Yi Jin Jing" appeared, which is really scary!

Zhenhui got out and ran towards the nearby courtyard. Meng Qi looked at Zhenyong and paced back and forth, vigilantly guarding against sneak attacks.

After a while, Zhenhui's shouting was faintly heard, and Meng Qi felt relieved.

After waiting for a while, Zhenyong composed himself and made a final effort: "Junior brother Zhending, although the "Yi Jin Jing" has fallen below the cliff, I have just read half of it and remember the content of the opening chapter. If you let me go, , I will repeat it to you, and you will definitely have the opportunity to read the "Yi Jin Jing" in the future."

"And I will leave immediately. No one will know. As for who to find to get the Yi Jin Jing, I will tell you when I leave."

Meng Qi curled his lips and was about to speak when suddenly a black shadow came out of the forest and slapped Zhenyong on the back!

Due to his relaxation, Meng Qi was unable to stop him!