The moon and stars were few and far away, illuminating the cliff alone. 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 has been mainly focused on the training of golden bell shields, saber techniques, and light kung fu, and there are many courtyards separated from the monk's academy, so it is inconvenient to communicate with each other. When they met Zhenyong, they chatted a little and learned about the trivial matters in the temple. Therefore, even though this figure was facing Meng Qi sideways, he was still convinced that the person was Zhenyong!
What was he doing at the cliff so late?
Could it be that there is really some big secret?
Meng Qi thought a little irritably, he had a big secret, and he was completely unwilling to get involved in other incidents, so as not to be discovered by others.
In Shaolin Temple, he just wanted to be a quiet little monk.
It is precisely with this mentality and the awareness that he is not yet a master that he did not rush to explore the secret path last time when he saw the truth, but returned directly and sent a signal.
The gray figure turned his head and looked around vigilantly. The misty moonlight shone on his face, clearly showing that Meng Qi's judgment was correct, that he was Zhen Yong.
Meng Qi held his breath and controlled his heartbeat, he didn't want to attract Zhenyong's attention, hoping that he would leave quickly, and then he could start patrolling again without anyone noticing, and wait until tomorrow Zhenhui will report the previous incident to Master, Shinyoung's secret will naturally be found out.
This place is remote and hidden, and almost no one knows about it. After inspecting it habitually, Zhenyong took out a book from his arms and flipped through it with a sideways smile.
The cold moonlight was falling, Meng Qi, who had already condensed the six points related to the eye orifice, found that the book in Zhenyong's hand was white, not like the precious paper such as "wooden paper" used to write secret books, but rather like the book in the chanting hall. Bad paper for monks to copy and practice calligraphy.
"Could it be a book copied on ordinary paper?" Meng Qi speculated subconsciously.
Zhenyong was engrossed in watching, muttering something in his mouth, for a while, he didn't have the consciousness of the "bad thing" to leave the scene quickly, which made Meng Qi secretly anxious.
He is not afraid that he will not be able to bear it, but the younger brother around him has never experienced this kind of situation. As time goes by, he is likely to be restless, and it is very easy to bump into something and make a noise.
Meng Qi turned his head slightly and looked at Zhenyong. Under the swaying shadows, his face looked dark, and he was looking at Zhenyong intently with a hint of curiosity.
It's not bad to have the same mind Seeing this, Meng Qi silently praised.
After a stick of incense, Zhenyong adjusted his stiff posture and bumped into a piece of gravel, causing it to roll down the cliff, but no sound came back.
Awakened by this movement, Zhenyong reluctantly closed the book in his hand.
He didn't dare to stay for too long, and stretched his hand out of the cliff to fumble.
After groping for a while, he withdrew his right hand, and there was an extra oiled paper bag.
"There seems to be a gap to hide things on the outside of the cliff, but it's hidden" Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully.
Zhenyong opened the oiled paper bag, and there were several books of different thicknesses inside. He also put the one in his hand into it, and then rewrapped it tightly.
At this moment, a reckless mouse ran out of the hole, scaring Zhenhui back to hide.
Click, the sound of branches breaking is very clear in the quiet night!
With a snap, Zhenyong shook his hand, the oiled paper bag fell to the ground, and looked back in amazement and panic.
At the same time, his left hand subconsciously moved out of the cliff.
"Who?" Zhenyong asked in a low voice, as if he hadn't seen Meng Qi and Zhenhui yet.
As soon as the words were finished, before Meng Qi could think of a countermeasure, Zhen Yong suddenly pounced on him, dragging a sharp Jie Dao in his left hand.
His questioning was actually a tactic of suspicion!
"Great energy, he really concealed his strength" After seeing Zhenyong's figure and movements, Meng Qi sighed, his left shoulder sank, and he slammed into Zhenyong's knife without hesitation.
Zhenyong made a suspicious formation, and suddenly made a strange move. He was thinking that the enemy hidden in the forest should not have time to dodge, and it would be best to kill him with one move, but he was shocked to see a figure that did not dodge or dodge, and was slamming into the blade.
Zheng! Jie Dao is like a golden stone, Zhenyong secretly said badly, and retreated hastily without thinking.
At this time, a knife light cut from the side he had never expected, with a tricky angle and a strange position, making it difficult to avoid.
Zhenyong clenched his teeth, and as soon as Jie Dao fell, his body followed the saber, narrowly dodging Meng Qi's saber.
HuhMeng Qi felt a bit puzzled, Shinyong hastily dodged his "Blood Knife" move."What?" Meng Qi lost his voice in surprise. It turned out to be the "Yi Jin Jing" among the treasures of Shaolin Town Temple, which can turn decay into a miraculous miracle in the world!
?Because it is not a unique knowledge of legal body or location level, "Yi Jin Jing" has always been a secret book inheritance, and it must be kept secret and comprehensive. How can an ordinary monk like Zhen Yong transcribe it!
There must be someone behind it! A person beyond my imagination!
"How about it? Forget about it, and I will share the "Yi Jin Jing" with you?" Zhen Yong's voice was low, like a goblin who is good at seduction.
Meng Qi didn't want to get involved with such a terrible thing, but he couldn't bear to part with the "Yi Jin Jing", which was no less valuable than Dharmakaya, so he struggled fiercely in his heart and hesitated.
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I touched the oiled paper bag and fell down the cliff" Zhenhui said weakly.
Meng Qi let out a sound, and at the same time he came to his senses, he was blinded by greed!
If you choose "Yi Jin Jing" and let Zhenyong go, the people behind him will definitely find an opportunity to silence him, and I have no way of guessing who is behind him, so I am on guard in advance.
It's a pity Looking at the misty abyss, Meng Qi sighed. It is said that the poisonous miasma is terrible. After thousands of years of accumulation, only a few creatures can survive. They are all first-class poisons. I am afraid that there must be an exterior scene Only by exploring his strength.
"Touch, touch it" Zhenyong suddenly became distraught.
Meng Qi signaled Zhenhui to inform others as soon as possible, lest there be changes that he could not cope with.
Even the "Yi Jin Jing" appeared, which is really terrifying!
Zhenhui got out and ran towards the nearby courtyard. Meng Qi looked at Zhenyong, pacing back and forth, vigilantly guarding against sneak attacks.
After a while, Zhenhui's shout came faintly, and Meng Qi was relieved.
After waiting for a while, Zhenyong calmed down and made a final effort: "Junior Brother Zhending, although the "Yi Jin Jing" has fallen under the cliff, I just read half of it, and I remember the content of the opening chapter. If you let me go , I will repeat it to you, and in the future, you will definitely have the opportunity to read the "Yi Jin Jing"."
"And I will leave immediately, and no one will know. As for who 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 sprang out from the forest, and slapped Zhenyong's back with his palm!
Due to his slack, Meng Qi couldn't stop him! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com