The Supreme Being

A black shadow jumped out from the forest, almost shrinking to an inch. Before Meng Qi could react, he slapped Zhenyong's vest with his palm.

This palm was unremarkable, as if it was done casually, making it impossible to tell the origin of the technique. However, Zhenyong's acupoints were sealed and his hands were tied. There was no way or time to make any effective response. His eyes widened and his mouth opened. Zhang, spraying blood mist, fell to the ground softly, with a look of astonishment on his face.

"He is definitely a master in the awakening stage!" Meng Qi's pupils shrank, and he preliminarily judged this from the movement of the man in black. At the same time, he drew his sword horizontally and assumed a desperate posture!

Defense is impossible. Only if the man in black understands that he is not easy to deal with, dares to risk his life, and cannot solve the problem in a hurry, will he worry about the other monks summoned by Zhenhui and retreat in the face of difficulty!

This figure was wearing night clothes, with only its nostrils and a pair of eyes exposed. After beating Zhenyong to death, he kept running towards Meng Qi without hesitation. He raised his right palm and turned the sky over with a simple and solemn move. There is a faint feeling of enveloping the heaven and earth.

Meng Qi felt that no matter which body technique he changed, no matter which step he took in the "Divine Movements", he would be enveloped by the wind of the palm, unable to avoid or escape!

What a mastery!

Wisdom and understanding, pure and solemn, holding heaven and earth in your palms!

Meng Qi saw that this was the divine palm of Buddhism. After practicing it to the depths, it would be impossible to develop the "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm" and suppress all things. Therefore, it seemed simple, but it could seal all subsequent changes in itself.

Faced with this palm, Meng Qi knew clearly that without mastering the true essence of swordsmanship, no matter whether it was the blood sword technique or the Five Tigers' door-breaking sword technique, there was no way he could break through this blockade. "It also lacks the connotation of law and principle, and it is impossible to get out of the dragnet. And the fourth level of the golden bell cover can only be hit by one slap!"

After the man in black slapped his palm, he had no doubt that he could hit the unawakened novice in front of him. This was his confidence in his divine palm and his confidence in his martial arts!

Hold Prajna in hand, realize the Tathagata in the heart, overcome the sea of ​​suffering, and the other shore will be pure!

Between life and death, there was so much terror, but Meng Qi suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was enjoying the solemnity and purity brought by this palm.

Then, a flash of knife light lit up, and everything in the world was noisy!

This wisp of sword light, poetic and picturesque, reflected in the eyes of the man in black. His eyes suddenly became gentle, as if he remembered the secret fragrance of the red sleeves, the soft words, and the time when no one was around in the middle of the night. Knocking in front of the Buddha for a long time can not bring back the pure Zen mind.

Then, there was a bit of pain in his eyes, as if he was guilty, as if he was remorseful, but without any regret.

Once purity is cut off, how can prajna survive? The palm gesture of the man in black that encompassed the heaven and earth was returned to an ordinary palm.

not good! The man in black suddenly woke up, but he was already facing a sword!

His pupils contracted violently, never expecting that this seemingly weak novice could perform such a stunning blow!

The light disperses and people retreat.

There was a deep palm print on Meng Qi's left shoulder, and a pale gold appeared all over his body, like turtle cracks, and the color was dim.

The man in black had a deep wound on his abdomen, and his squirming internal organs could almost be seen.

He covered his abdomen with his left hand, filling it with air to prevent blood from dripping. He raised his right palm as if he wanted to attack again.

Meng Qi lowered his shoulders and crossed his sword, once again assuming a desperate posture.

The man in black took a step forward, his body suddenly arched even more fiercely, and after taking a deep look at Meng Qi, he suddenly turned over like a kite and rushed into the forest.

After seven or eight breaths, noisy footsteps came from the distance.

"Brother, are you okay?" Zhenhui ran in and saw Zhenyong dying violently and Meng Qi standing stiffly, so she asked with concern.

Seeing that there were many monks in yellow and gray clothes behind him, Meng Qi felt calm and said in a hoarse voice: "Come here and help me."

I can hardly stand still!

Although the palm of the man in black had lost its momentum and charm due to "Duan Qingjing", and had regained a lot of power under the threat of Jie Dao, it was still an attack from a master in the awakening stage, and it still hit Meng Qi's left shoulder, hitting him hard. The golden bell cover almost broke.

"The murderer is definitely not a newly enlightened master. Otherwise, it would not have such an effect without a full-strength palm." Meng Qi judged the strength of the man in black in his heart.

He had mastered the fourth level of the Golden Bell Shield, and relied on it to reduce most of his palm strength, so he was not seriously injured. He just lost a little strength after slashing the "Breaking Purity". After all, it is a peak-level sword for outdoor scenes. Fa——Although Meng Qi's performance was only at the level of four or five apertures.

Zhenhui quickly ran to Meng Qi and supported him. Among the monks who followed, a deacon monk with ordinary features carefully examined the cause of Zhenyong's death and then came to Meng Qi to observe his injuries.

The other monks split up and searched the area.

"The palm is powerful. The murderer must be a fairly good master in the field of enlightenment." The deacon monk nodded slightly, "Unfortunately, he deliberately concealed this palm, so it is impossible to tell which secret skill it is."

"Uncle, this matter is of great importance. I wonder if Zhenhui has made it clear to you that Zhenyong conspired with the murderer to copy the "Yi Jin Jing"!" Meng Qi said bluntly.

The man in black escaped. He was in the light and the enemy was in the dark. Meng Qi felt that he would have trouble sleeping and eating, so he had to make the matter as serious as possible in order to attract enough attention, so that he could find the mastermind as soon as possible.

As for the "oiled paper bag" that fell, let alone whether it can withstand the poisonous gas pollution, just by telling the secret book that it fell, the Shaolin Temple will definitely send people to search - if not, where did the secret book go? Is it hidden?

"What? "Yi Jin Jing"?" The deacon monk who asked the question was shocked, and the surrounding monks who heard what Meng Qi said were also the same. They had various expressions, but they were all equally shocked and unbelievable.

"Yes." Meng Qituoli's condition improved a little, and he told the story exactly. The monks who came to the rescue were all shocked and stunned, as if the demonic land had descended into a pure place.

"It's very important, it's very important. Xuanyuan, you go to the Bodhi Courtyard and report it quickly. Xuanhua, you go to the Precepts Courtyard." The deacon monk in front of Meng Qi turned pale and ordered with a shaken mind. This is probably the establishment of a temple. For the first time since then, someone has actually stolen one of the town's treasures.

After the two monks in yellow left, he glanced at Meng Qi and said, "Two apprentice nephews, this matter is very important. Please forgive me. I will search your bodies now."

This was because they were afraid that they would collude with each other and fabricate the secret book rolling down the cliff, but they would instead hide the copy of the "Yi Jin Jing".

Meng Qi naturally wanted to show his innocence to avoid being suspected. Anyway, there was nothing about him that he was afraid of being discovered - because he had to practice the Golden Bell Cover, the Secret Book of Blood Sword Technique and Magical Movements were hidden in the meditation room.

"Disciple understands, but, uncle, please send someone to search the monks as soon as possible. If he can walk freely in the temple during the enlightenment period, he must be my Shaolin disciple, and the disciple is sure that he uses Buddhist magic." What Meng Qi wants most is The murderer was caught, so he specially urged, "The disciple's sword hit him in the abdomen. The wound is extremely deep and difficult to heal in a short time. I also asked the master uncle to have someone check the abdomen of each monk."

"The matter is urgent and we must prevent him from taking advantage of the chaos to cut the abdomen of other monks and confuse the public."

"You, you hit him in the abdomen?" the deacon monk asked in shock. He couldn't believe that a young novice who had just been a disciple for less than a year and was definitely not yet enlightened could hurt a master who was in the enlightenment stage.

When Meng Qi described the battle just now, he was vague in order to cover up his Ananda's breaking sword skills. The monks around him thought that the man in black was scared away by his desperate intention and the arrival of himself and others. Who could Who knows, he actually hurt the master in the awakening stage!

"Uncle Master, it happened by chance. Please search and inspect first." Meng Qi could not tell the details, and then added: "Uncle Master, I believe that the man in black is a monk from a nearby courtyard. He must have heard After Zhenhui shouted, he relied on his familiarity with the terrain to silence him first. Otherwise, if he had been lying in ambush nearby, how would he have given Zhenhui a chance to report the news? "

"But he was wearing night clothes, and we arrived very quickly..." The deacon monk didn't believe it. If the time for changing clothes was added, the advantage of being familiar with the terrain would be offset, and the murderer would have no chance to commit murder or escape.

Meng Qi guessed: "Maybe he was wearing night clothes tonight to hand over secret books to Zhenyong. After returning, he didn't have time to change clothes...Uncle Master, when searching and checking, also take a look at the nearby courtyard to see who is missing!"

The more he talked, the more it made sense.

"Amitabha, just do as he says." At this time, an old monk wearing a red cassock walked in.

The deacon monk quickly clasped his hands and said, "I saw Master Wude, and the disciple immediately followed the instructions."

The old monk nodded gently, indicating that there was no need to be polite, then looked at Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and pronounced the Buddha's name: "I have been offended."

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air. The monks' robes of Meng Qi and Zhenhui suddenly swelled up, as if they were being blown by a gentle breeze.

"Zhenhui, take me back on the path you just reported." Wu De withdrew his right hand and confirmed that Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no secret books on them.

Let Zhenhui lead the way, but they were afraid that the report just now was a cover-up for them to take advantage of the chaos to hide the secret book.

Zhenhui gave Meng Qi an honest look, worried that her senior brother would fall if she left.

Meng Qi smiled at him and moved his hands and feet to show that he had recovered a lot of strength. Then he and Wu De left the cliff together.

The other monks began to search every place between the cliff and the trees. They also extended their hands outside the cliff and groped for any gaps in the cliff, leaving no place untouched.

After a while, Wu De returned with Zhen Hui and asked Meng Qi how the murderer felt when he made his move.

Meng Qi honestly expressed his feelings. The more he listened, the more Wu De frowned, and said in deep thought: "There are not many similar palm techniques..."

At this time, the deacon monk who had left before also came back, followed by Meng Qi and Zhenhui's master Xuan Bei, as well as Zhenmiao, the disciple monk of the martial arts academy that Meng Qi was familiar with.

Zhen Miao's expression was very strange, including anger, sadness, doubt, shock, and disbelief. The deacon monk also had the same expression, only Xuan Bei, without any fluctuations on his face.

"Uncle Wude, when we were searching the courtyard just now, the disciples and others found that Zhenchang committed suicide in the Zen room with obvious wounds on his abdomen, leaving only a suicide note." When the deacon monk reported and handed over the suicide note, he looked at Meng Qi deeply. With just one glance, he was able to hurt Zhen Chang, the strongest disciple of this generation!

Really? Senior brother? Meng Qi was very shocked. He couldn't believe that a monk who had a promising future by following the steps would do such a thing with Zhenyong!

And is it suicide?