You know, Su Meng also practiced the Golden Bell Jar, which is famous for its slow progress!

Zhen Heyi, who looked like half an iron tower, had a look of shock on his face. Junior Brother Zhen Ding, no, why did "Crazy Sword" Su Meng return to Shaolin?

Few Shaolin disciples who have been expelled from the mountain come back to Liantai Mountain, unless they finally achieve enlightenment, put aside the worldly world, and truly become a monk, but Su Meng doesn't look like it!

As for coming back for revenge, he has never thought about it. Even if he is eleventh on the list of people, he will not be able to go wild in Shaolin even if he is eleventh on the list of people.

Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Why are the two senior brothers like this? Su is not a scourge."

Zhende took a breath and suppressed his inner emotions: "Donor Su, what's going on?"

"Su has something to pay his respects to his master, the divine monk Xuanbei, and he also asked senior brother Zhende to pass on the information."

Meng Qi put his hands behind his back and said neither humble nor arrogantly.

Zhende's face changed slightly:

"Donor Su, you have been expelled from the mountain gate. You can no longer call Uncle Xuanbei as master."

Meng Qi laughed:

"Brother Zhende, I didn't expect that you are so obsessed with it. The title is nothing but a false coincidence. It is him who I call master, and he is also the monk who I call Xuanbei. What is the difference? Why should you care?"

His tone was leisurely, as if he were climbing a mountain to visit the Buddha and discuss Buddhist scriptures.

Zhende hesitated, turned around immediately, walked up the mountain, and left a sentence:

"Uncle Xuanbei is in retreat. I will inform the guest house for you."

The master was in retreat. No wonder there was so much noise along the way and he never came to meet him... Meng Qi nodded slightly and walked into the pavilion to wait.

Inside the half-mountain pavilion, there are stone tables, chairs and stone tablets. The first two are for visitors to rest, while the latter stands on the edge and has the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" engraved in small characters.

"If I hear..."

Meng Qi stood in front of the stele with his hands folded, savoring the charm of the writing. The rows of small characters seemed densely packed, but if you read them carefully, you would not feel dazzled. Every word was written as intended, unique and without repetition.

It seems that each one holds one phase to prove that all phases are not phase. The meaning of Zen is timeless. It is worthy of being a Buddhist holy place where Arhats are always there and the great Arhats guard the temple.

What's more, Meng Qi practices the Vajra Invincible Demon-Conquering Magical Power every day, and is no weaker than the monks of the same generation in Buddhism. He even directly catches up with the eminent monks of his masters and uncles. Therefore, he also has a lot of knowledge about the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra".

Some insights.

At this time, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shock, and quietly looked at Meng Qi. He saw that he did not have the slightest impatience to wait, his green robe was flowing freely, the skirt of his clothes was moving slightly, he was reading Buddhist scriptures with his hands behind his back, and he was indescribably calm.

Leisure, the endless path of Yuan Ting Yue Zhi.

Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past. In the past, he had a sparring match with Junior Brother Zhending, and was overwhelmed by his momentum. He was so frightened that his legs were weak, so that he had no strength left to exert, and he was defeated cleanly.

At that time, I was thinking that Junior Brother Zhen Ding was extremely talented in martial arts and would be able to achieve great things in the future. Who knew that this "future" would come so quickly? In just a few years, he would surpass Zhen Ben. It was amazing.

Senior brother, he has made a great name in the world and is ranked eleventh on the list of people, almost on the same level as his junior uncle Xuanzhen!

Looking at his demeanor now, he really has the air of a master.

Meng Qi tasted the Zen meaning contained in the Buddhist scriptures on the stone tablet, and his mind was at peace. He thought about the sixth generation Shaolin Patriarch who carved this stone tablet in the past, and the Yuankong Divine Monk who achieved the golden body of Arhat.

The mountain wind blew by, making his green robe rustle, but it couldn't make him feel restless or anxious.

Zhenhe was not familiar with Meng Qi and had nothing to say, so he had to stay with him and wait for Zhende's return.

Not long after, Zhende returned together with a Zhike wearing a yellow monk's robe.

"Amitabha, why did Donor Su pay homage to Junior Brother Xuanbei?"

Zhike raised one hand and pronounced the Buddha's name. He was a monk of the Xuan generation.

When they approached, Meng Qi turned around from the stone tablet and said with a smile:

"Uncle Master, does it mean that when an old friend comes to visit, he has something important to do?"

Zhike often interacted with foreigners, so he didn't care about his name and said with a smile:

"Normally, it is not necessary, but Junior Brother Xuanbei is in retreat. If Donor Su has important matters, the poor monk will have to consider alerting him in advance. If it is just to reminisce about old times, then I will trouble Donor Su to come back next time."

"I wonder if Junior Brother Zhenhui is in retreat?"

Meng Qi turned to Zhenhui and asked about it. Counting the time, he should have come out long ago.

The monk who knew the guest knew about Meng Qi's entanglement with the temple. He had known that he would ask Zhenhui, so he said without thinking:

"Master Zhenhui's nephew has not been out of the wall for a long time. He will not need to retreat for a long time."

"Then I will visit him."

Meng Qi said with a smile, looking like I don't mind.

The monk Zhike nodded and said:

"Donor Su, please."

He led Meng Qi up the mountain road, and everywhere he looked were memories of the past. There was the place where he carried water, and there was the place where he almost slipped... A faint sense of vicissitudes suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's heart.

After walking forward for a while, there was a monk on the mountain road. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe, and he was elegant and elegant. He looked more like a scholar than a monk. It was Meng Qi's disciple Zhen Miao at the Wu Monk Academy, one of the two great masters of the Shaolin Zhenzi generation.

One of the disciples.

Although they are said to be the two major ones, there are actually more than one. There are also new entrants emerging in the future. Some have outstanding martial arts talents, and some are in Suhui. However, due to the short time, no one has caught up with him and Zhen Ben.

"Amitabha, is Donor Su okay?"

Zhen Miao made a special trip to wait for Meng Qi.

Behind him, at the bend of the mountain road, many gray-robed disciples poked their heads, wanting to see the legendary Mang King Kong, the de facto number one in the true generation.

There was a monk among them who stood out particularly because he wore yellow robes, had slightly narrow eyes, and a sinister temperament. He was also an acquaintance of Meng Qi, Xuan Kong, the discipline monk of the Discipline Academy.

Could it be that he wants to instigate me to compete with Zhenmiao? Zhenmiao is a very competitive person. At that time, he couldn't help but compete with me who was not yet enlightened... Meng Qi thought speculatively, and smiled in return:

"Junior brother is not only fine, but also better than before. I'm sorry for you, brother Zhenmiao."

It’s so wonderful to take a breath:

"That's very good. The poor monk still vividly remembers what happened at the Wu Monk Academy in the past. Who knew that Patron Su has become famous all over the world? I wonder if you can give me some guidance today?"

He has not yet traveled down the mountain, he has heard about all the affairs in the world, and the competition with the masters of the Xuan generation in the sect has basically stopped at the beginning. He has long been eager to test the weight of the masters on the list and find the gap between himself.

In his opinion, he is close to Qiqiao, and has mastered the two exterior styles of Moko Zhi. There should be no essential gap between him and Su Meng and Qingyu of Qiqiao. If it were not for the complete mastery of one of the styles, he would have overcome it long ago.

I went down the mountain to see Tongren Alley.

Xuankong looked at the two of them intently, his sinister eyes showing his expectation. He did not expect that Zhenmiao, who had no experience in real life-and-death fights, could win over Su Meng. He just wanted to kill his majesty, lest he become arrogant and make people angry.

Feeling unhappy.

Meng Qi could probably grasp their emotions, so he didn't care and chuckled:

"Mo Kezhi, who was not able to meet his senior brother in the martial arts academy in the past, has always regretted it. Today he has made up for it."

He is a guest from afar, and no one can force him to compete if he doesn't want to.

Zhenmiao said seriously:

"The real book has already mastered the seven secret arts, but the poor monk has no choice but to cross the river with Mo Ke's finger and a reed. Su Donor, please."

As a host, you naturally have to let your guests make the first move.

Meng Qi smiled and shook his head:

"It's better to invite, senior brother."

How can any of the masters who are about to reach the top ten in the competition make the first move during the competition?

Zhen Miao has a strong desire to win. After thinking for a while, he pushed the boat along with the current. He raised his right hand, and his body was like a floating catkins, falling with the wind. He put his two fingers together and pointed at Meng Qi.

This finger suddenly filled Meng Qi's entire sight. It was the biggest, most numerous, and most victorious. The wind was blowing from every angle. It was unpredictable and its moves were like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

The finger wind keeps accumulating, which is almost earth-shattering!

At the beginning, he used an outdoor move... Meng Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth and took out the sword leisurely. The sword was round and contained the void, and most of the fingers were thrown directly into it.

The sword was swung out, and Meng Qi moved forward with the force of the sword, as if he had shrunk to the ground. He immediately passed the surroundings of the wind and approached Zhenmiao. The round shape dispersed, and the long sword was slashed out empty.

Seeing Meng Qi dodge his special move in the outside scene, Zhenmiao's face changed slightly, and he pointed at the blade with both fingers, trying to resist.

But the light of the sword was like a candle in the mortal world, igniting all the desires in his heart. His desire to win burned brightly, and he slowed down his attack.

After the "Thunder Saber" broke through the defense, it was retracted directly. Meng Qi said in a leisurely manner:

"Good fingering, but the timing is wrong."

The way to fight is never to just use the killing move or the bottom-up method. If the timing is not right, it will be easy to get out of the way and the efforts will be wasted. Therefore, when Meng Qi and Qing Yu fight, they all use sword skills to each other.

Gambling, after seizing the flaws and opportunities, you can use your unique skills to seize the chance of winning, so

In front of the mountain temple, after Luohunxiao died, the Fiery Man-Demon did not choose the most desperate method when facing the charging Meng Qi, because at that time Meng Qi's movement changed, like an illusion and a demon, and the distance was far away.

If he paid attention, he would be dodged. When he was suppressed by Meng Qi, he could not find a chance to use the moves in the scene.

When Meng Qi faced An Guoxie for the first time, he did not rush to use "Breaking Purity", but wisely used the magic of disguise to deceive him first, and then took action after finding a good opportunity.

There is still too little actual combat experience, and the ultimate trick is only useful when you are strong enough to win or when you suddenly launch an attack...

He was stunned at first, as if he was in a nightmare, and couldn't believe that he had lost so quickly. When he heard what Meng Qi said, he felt slightly relieved and looked thoughtful: "Thank you, Master Su, for your advice."
To be continued...