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Chapter 6 Arhat Fist

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    "The Sutra Pavilion?" Zhenyong raised his eyebrows, and then smiled so much that his white teeth showed, "Junior Brother Zhending, it happens that the Wu Monastery does not practice boxing until after noon, why don't I follow you to the Sutra Pavilion and clean it for you, hehe  , to be honest, I'm curious about that too."

    "But" Meng Qi worried that this would violate the precepts.

    Zhenyong smiled brightly and said: "Don't worry, all the monks in the temple can freely enter and leave the two floors below the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. I just don't have time at ordinary times. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle Xuanxin."

    As soon as the words fell, Zhenhui ran into Xuanxin's meditation room with a whoosh, and Zhenyong was stunned for a while.

    Meng Qi laughed dryly: "Zhenhui is such a serious person."

    "It should be, it should be." Zhen Yong laughed.

    During this period of time, he often went to the handyman's yard to ask Meng Qi for advice on literacy and punctuation, and he often helped him and Zhenhui do some chores. He was quite forthright and good at speaking.

    "Mr. Xuanxin said what Brother Zhenyong said is right." Zhenhui ran out and said loudly.

    "Then let's go." Zhenyong said with a smile.

    The Sutra Pavilion is located on a cliff in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. It is an old building with four floors.

    After entering the Sutra Pavilion, Meng Qi poured himself a glass of water on the table and drank it with his head up. The journey was too far, and Qiuhuo was extremely ferocious again, he was thirsty to death!

    However, Zhenhui went to the bookshelf where the Buddhist scriptures were placed, took out one by one, and carefully looked through each one.

    "Hey, Junior Brother Zhenhui, what are you doing? Do you like reading Buddhist scriptures?" Zhenyong asked with amused and puzzled expression.

    Meng Qi didn't understand Zhenhui's actions, so he poured another glass of water and looked over while drinking.

    Zhenhui's expression was very serious, with a hint of hope: "There may be a peerless magic skill written in the cracks in the scriptures."

    Poof, Meng Qi spit out a sip of water, spraying Zhenyong's head and face all over, is this guy deeply poisoned by martial arts fantasy stories?  Or did he trust himself so much that he believed whatever he said?

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

    "That's right, my senior brother told me this secretly!" Zhenhui flipped through the pages very seriously.

    "Hehe." Meng Qi could only answer like this, and then put away his funny mood and said, "Junior brother, don't worry, we have to come every day anyway, clean up first, or we will be punished."

    Hearing what her most trusted senior brother said, Zhenhui immediately put down the scriptures and cleaned the scripture pavilion together with Meng Qi and Zhenyong.

    At three o'clock in the afternoon, the cleaning was almost finished. Just as Meng Qi was about to "look through" the scriptures, Zhenyong suddenly held his stomach and said in a hurry: "Oh, two juniors, there are three urgencies, seniors go first to make it easier."

    While speaking, he ran to the stairs in a flash, made the sound of stomping footsteps, and disappeared in front of Meng Qi and the two of them.

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

    After about a quarter of an hour, Zhenyong walked back with a pale face clutching his stomach.

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

    Zhenyong shook his head: "It seems to have ruined my stomach."

    He also imitated Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and slowly browsed the titles in front of the bookshelf. Suddenly, he smiled lightly and said, "There is actually a boxing manual of 'Luohanquan' here."

    "Arhat boxing? Isn't this the boxing method that you guys usually practice?" Meng Qi hurriedly pointed his head over.

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

    Meng Qi took it, and greedily flipped through it, trying to memorize all the contents inside.

    "Hey, brother Zhending, do you need brother to give you some advice?" Zhenyong said with a smile.

    Meng Qi was overjoyed, but said uneasy: "This, is this okay?"

    It is a violation of temple regulations to learn martial arts without permission!

    Zhenhui also widened her black and white eyes, looking at Zhenyong with hidden excitement.

    Zhenyong pointed to this boxing book and said: "Since the boxing book is placed in a place where all monks come and go to borrow at will, it means that it belongs to the foundation that everyone can learn, and it is not a violation of temple regulations."

    "En." Meng Qi was still worried, picked up the boxing score, went back to the first floor, and planned to ask the old monk who was in charge of borrowing scriptures.

    The old monk had withered eyebrows, deeply wrinkled skin, and looked like he was going to die at any moment. At this moment, he was dozing off with his eyes closed.

    &?, blood surged up, his face was flushed red, although he was in his twenties mentally and had a lot of social experience, but after all, he was young and vigorous, and he still had a little competitive spirit.  People are so contemptuous, and thinking of the gap with those heaven's favored ones, it is naturally difficult to restrain the mood swings.

    Xuan Xin didn't seem to be aware of it, and continued: "I heard that among the young disciples from various factions who came this time, several of them are under the age of twenty, and have already stepped into the state of enlightenment.  What about you, what kind of martial arts do you know? What unique skills do you know? But my Shaolin also produces a large number of talents, and this generation is no less true, true, and wonderful than them."

    As he spoke, he squinted at Meng Qi: "Hurry up and clean the Zen Center."

    Meng Qi gritted his teeth, calmed down, and walked towards the Zen Center with the broom.

    Xuanxin looked at Meng Qi's back, the smile on his face gradually faded, leaving only a trace at the corner of his mouth.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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