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Zhenhe, who looked like a half-section of the iron tower, was also full of surprise, Junior Brother Zhending, no, why did "Crazy Saber" Su Meng return to Shaolin?
The Shaolin disciples who were expelled from the mountain gate seldom come back to Mount Liantai, unless they are finally enlightened, let go of the world of mortals, and truly become a monk, but Su Meng doesn't look like it no matter what!
As for coming back for revenge, he never even thought about it, let alone the eleventh in the list, even if the eleventh in the local list, he would not be able to go wild in Shaolin.
Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Why are the two brothers like this? Su is not a scourge."
Zhende took a breath and forcibly suppressed his inner emotions: "Benefactor Su, I don't know what happened?"
"Su has some business to meet with his family teacher Xuanbei Divine Monk, and please pass it on to Senior Brother Zhende." Meng Qi said with his hands behind his back, neither humble nor overbearing.
Zhende's complexion changed slightly: "Benefactor Su, you have been expelled from the mountain gate, and you can no longer call Master Xuan Bei as Master."
Meng Qi laughed: "Senior brother Zhende, I never thought you would be so obsessed. The title is just empty. It is a false coincidence. I call him Master, and I call him Xuanbei God Monk. What's the difference? Why should you care? "
His tone was leisurely, as if he was climbing a mountain to visit the Buddha and discuss the Buddhist scriptures.
Zhende faltered, turned his head immediately, went up the mountain, and left a sentence: "Uncle Xuanbei is in retreat, I will help you inform Zhikeyuan."
The master was in seclusion, no wonder there was so much commotion along the way, and he never came to see himMeng Qi nodded slightly, stepped into the pavilion and waited.
?In the Banshan Pavilion, there are stone tables, chairs and steles. The first two are for visitors to rest, and the latter stands on the edge, with the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra" engraved in tiny characters.
"So I heard" Meng Qi stood in front of the stele with his hands behind his back, reading the charm of the writing. The rows of small characters seem densely packed, but if you read them carefully, you will not feel dazzled. One grid, no repetition, as if each holds a phase, to prove that all phases are not phases, the meaning of Zen is meaningful, it is indeed a Buddhist holy place where there are often arhats and big arhats town temples.
At this time, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shock, and quietly looked at Meng Qi, only to see that he didn't have the slightest impatience to wait. Leisure, the endless way of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.
Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past. In the past, when he competed with Junior Brother Zhending, he was overwhelmed by his aura and was so frightened that his legs were weak, so that he had no strength to exert, and he was simply defeated.
At that time, I thought that Junior Brother Zhending was very talented in martial arts, and I was afraid that he would have some achievements in the future, but who would have thought that this "future" would come so fast, and in just a few years, he surpassed the true book, the wonderful Senior brother, he has made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, and he is ranked eleventh, almost on the same level as his junior uncle Xuanzhen!
Looking at his demeanor now, he really has the attitude of a master.
Meng Qi savored the Buddhist scriptures contained in the stele, and his mind was peaceful. He thought of the sixth generation patriarch of Shaolin who carved this stele in the past, and the Yuankong divine monk who obtained the golden body of Arhat.
The mountain wind blew past, making his green robe flutter, but it couldn't blow his irritability and eagerness.
Zhenhe didn't know Meng Qi well, so he couldn't find anything to say, so he had to stay by his side, waiting for Zhende to come back.
It didn't take long for Zhende to return together with a Zhike wearing a yellow monk's robe.
"Amitabha, why did Master Su pay homage to Junior Brother Xuanbei?" Zhike raised one hand and proclaimed the Buddha's name. He was a monk of Xuanbei's generation.
When they approached, Meng Qi turned away from the stele and said with a smile, "Master, does it mean that an old friend must have something important to do when he visits?"
Zhike often deals with outsiders, so he didn't care about his title, he laughed and said: "Normally, but Junior Brother Xuan Bei is in retreat, if Su benefactor has important matters, the poor monk has to consider alarming him in advance, if it's just to reminisce about the old days , then please benefactor Su come back next time."
"I don't know if Junior Brother Zhenhui is in seclusion?" Meng Qi turned to ask Zhenhui, counting the time, he should have come out by the time.
The Zhike monk knew about Meng Qi's entanglement with the temple, and he knew that he would ask Zhenhui, so he said without thinking: "Nephew Zhenhui has not come out for a long time, so he doesn't need to retreat for a long time."
"Then I'll visit him." Meng Qi said with a smile, as if I didn't mind.
The Zhigu monk nodded and said, "Please, Su benefactor."
He led Meng Qi up the mountain path, and all he could see were the memories of the past. There was the place where the water was carried, and there was the place where he almost slipped A faint sense of vicissitudes suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's heart.
Walking forward for a while, there was an additional monk on the mountain road, wearing a yellow monk robe, gentle and gentle, like a scholar better than a monk, it was Meng Qi's teaching monk in the monk's monastery, Zhenmiao, two of the true descendants of Shaolin One of the disciples.
say twobsp; At this time, Xuankong snorted coldly: "Ananda's breaking the precepts of swordsmanship is not the Shaolin magical skill, what kind of ability"
Meng Qi laughed, strode forward, raised his long knife, followed the movement of the knife, and came in front of Xuankong in a breath.
This knife fell very slowly, but it contained countless changes, and each change was as fast as an afterimage, as if it blocked every dodge position and every possibility of Xuankong's response!
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xuankong's forehead, as if he was trapped in an inescapable panic dream, unable to find a way to escape or parry. He slammed down the long knife.
The change was derived, the long knife directly passed through his palms and fell on his forehead, Xuankong's legs could not help but tremble slightly.
Meng Qi put the knife back into its sheath, laughed and said:
"Uncle Xuankong, this saber is not a Shaolin magical skill."
His green robe moved slightly, and he wore a long knife on his waist. He crossed Xuankong without looking back, and stepped up the steps with laughter.
In the past, Xuan Kong, who was able to easily suppress himself regardless of his strength or status, can't even handle himself with a single blow
Looking at his unrestrained and unrestrained back, the monks of the real generation aroused yearning and reverence.
As soon as he arrived outside the temple gate, Meng Qi saw a gray-robed figure rushing out, and said in a familiar but not the least bit unfamiliar way:
"Brother, you are back? Tell me about the battle with Shouzhengjian, Shocking Baili, and Wufang Emperor Sword!"
I'm going, I haven't seen you for more than two years, shouldn't normal people be slightly separated and get acquainted with each other slowly? Junior brother is indeed not a normal person! Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui speechlessly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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