In the Shaolin Temple, Zhenhui is taller than when he was at Yumenguan, and is only slightly shorter than Meng Qi. He has handsome features, a thin body, and a spotless temperament in his gray monk robes. If it weren't for his excited smile,

And brilliant, especially with a little childishness, is almost the image of the wonderful monk that Meng Qi yearns for.

Cough, Meng Qi coughed lightly:

"Junior brother, it's a long story. Let me take a sip of water and tell it slowly."

This is the dialogue when Zhenhui begged Meng Qi to tell a story.

Zhenhui nodded heavily, with a pure heart:

"Well, I've already boiled the water!"

As he spoke, he led Meng Qi into the temple and towards the small courtyard where Xuan Bei lived in his memory.

"Master is in retreat?"

Taking this opportunity, Meng Qi confirmed the matter.

Zhenhui said without any secret:

"Master lost the opportunity to go to the upper level of the stupa to practice. He has been in retreat intermittently in the past few years to lay a solid foundation and find his own way."

Meng Qi had already expected this, but when he actually heard it, he still felt bitter. After all, his master gave up the opportunity for himself.

Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi seriously:

"Senior brother, master asked me not to mention this matter when I meet you in the future, but I always feel that this kind of thing should not be hidden from you, and I still have to tell you."

His eyes were clear, without any distracting thoughts, and without any unfamiliarity.

Meng Qi, who was feeling sour in his heart and was about to feel sad and blame himself, suddenly became embarrassed and said, "Junior Brother, you really have a strong opinion!"

"Ahem, little junior brother, you really should tell me this, but you should try your best to obey the master's words."

Meng Qi didn't know how to respond, so he could only be ambiguous.

Hearing this, Zhenhui smiled brightly:

"I knew you would praise me, senior brother!"

"Senior brother, after two years of seclusion, I have opened the four orifices, and I have also achieved some success in finger-twisting. Master said that throughout the ages, my current progress in practicing finger-twisting can be ranked among the top three..."

Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi with bright eyes, as if offering a treasure.

Meng Qi smiled happily and said:

"That's right, that's right. The practice of pinching flowers is famous all over the world. If you can achieve success at the age of sixteen and open the four orifices, you are no worse than Zhenben, Zhenmiao, or even senior brother Zhenchang back then. Of course, compared to senior brother me, you are still worse.

Just a little bit."

He brazenly boasted that his junior brother was an acquaintance and there was no need to hide his true nature.

Along the road, many monks poked their heads to look at Meng Qi, a master of the rankings who had been expelled from the temple and returned as a guest. However, the mysterious pain that assigned Meng Qi to the miscellaneous service yard did not appear. He was different from Xuan Kong.

, he is not a small-minded person, but he is upright and roundabout. If he thinks it is good, he will impose it on others. If he thinks it is wrong, he will despise it. Meng Qi's return has no impact on him, and he will do whatever he needs to do.

"Yes, compared to you, senior brother, you are still far behind."

Zhenhui actually nodded and admitted it honestly, which made Meng Qi feel secretly happy:

"If Master doesn't go into seclusion, he will always give me lectures on what you did in the world, especially in the battles in Longxi. He tested the heroes of Yedu with his sword. He narrowly defeated Wang Zai, the Shouzheng sword, with half a move. He shocked hundreds of miles in the fierce battle at Maoling. He won the victory on the streets of Changchuan.

The Five Directions Emperor Sword is really majestic and powerful!"

"Every time I told these stories to Zhenhe and the others, they didn't believe it. But later, Master Xuanxin also told me the same thing. Many of the Masters and Masters who came down from the mountain would bring a list of people when they returned to the temple, and they were willing to tell me

Apologize and understand that I didn't lie..."

"Uncle Xuanxin always brags about himself. Every time he lectures on your achievements, brother, he deliberately blurs them out and passes them by..."

"Senior Brother Zhenben has mastered the seven secret arts, but in his mouth he has bitten off more than he can chew..."

As Zhenhui rambled on, the Shaolin that had been away for more than two years suddenly became clear in Meng Qi's mind. Who has changed and who has remained the same, all came to mind, and it really felt like yesterday was reappearing.

Meng Qi laughed with emotion and teased:

"Junior brother, are you feeling uncomfortable facing the wall and unable to speak, so you are nagging a little more than before?"

Zhenhui shook her head and said calmly:

"I'm just a little excited to see my senior brother."

Having said this, he looked up at the blue sky:

"Senior brother, you used to tell me stories about rivers and lakes and rumors about knights, but in the past two years, you yourself have become the person in the story..."

From the time we met until now, these words are the only words that have made all the difference.

Meng Qi sighed and comforted Zhenhui with a smile:

"Little junior brother, when you open your six orifices and break through Tongren Alley, you will also become a person in their stories. When the time comes, senior brother will take you to eat and drink."

"good!"

Zhenhui nodded vigorously and smiled brightly.

The two chatted casually, walking through the main hall courtyard and arriving at the small courtyard where Xuan Bei lived. Zhenhui poured a glass of water for Meng Qi and said cheerfully:

"Senior brother, I will go to the back mountain to ask the master to come back. You wait first."

At the same time, in the back mountain, Xuanbei, who was meditating, suddenly moved his eyes slightly without opening them, as if there was only a corpse left.

The next moment, when Xuan Bei came back to his senses, he found that he was no longer in the back mountain of Shaolin, but appeared in front of a pawn shop, and the surrounding environment was not a human scene, it was pitch black, and there was even a surging evil spirit from the Nine Netherworld.

.

"What's going on? Is the magician Han Guang finally going to take action against the poor monk!?"

Xuanbei was wary and murmured secretly.

"when!"

The door of the pawn shop opened, and Xuan Bei slowly walked into the pawn shop, but what he saw was not the magician Han Guang or Abbot Kongwen that he suspected, but a familiar young figure!

"Amitabha, I didn't expect to see my little friend here. I wonder if there is something wrong with my little friend bringing this poor monk here!?"

What Xuan Bei saw was a face exactly like Shang Yi's, but dressed as a black-robed monk.

"Don't be surprised by the divine monk. The poor monk has an empty mind and his dharma name is Wutian. Now he lives in seclusion in the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, in the abyss of destruction!"

Wutian and I sat cross-legged on the black lotus, put our hands together and said to Xuanbei.

Divine Monk Xuanbei also put his hands together in return and said:

"Little friend Wutian invites this humble monk to come here. What's the important matter?"

Wutian smiled and said:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The reason why I invited the holy monk here today is to help the holy monk. Without Han Guang's knowledge, he quietly stepped into the Dharmakaya realm. Once this is successful, what will happen in the future?

Then we can rescue the real Abbot Kongwen and lead Shaolin to bring order to the chaos!"

"I used the soul Black Lotus to see some time fragments. In the future, demons will chaos the earth, demons will come to the world, and even in the future, Buddha will want to establish a Buddhist kingdom on earth. In the real world, great powers will take action. We, the humble ants, also need to make some preparations!"

Xuanbei Divine Monk took a deep look at Wutian, and immediately understood in his heart why his dharma name was Wutian. It was really lawless, and he actually wanted to challenge "God's will"!

Then he spoke:

"What you said makes sense!"

Then he turned over his right hand and found a relic, and then said:

"The poor monk is willing to pawn this relic left by the Buddhist Arhat in exchange for taking a step forward, hiding it from the magician Han Guang, and breaking through the Dharmakaya realm!"

Wutian saw this expression of indifference and smiled:

"The contract is concluded. Divine Monk Xuanbei can choose a time to break through, and the young monk will borrow the power of the Black Lotus to cover the Divine Monk!"

As he said that, a small black lotus floated out of the black lotus under the seat and fell into Xuan Bei's hand. At the same time, the relic in Xuan Bei's hand also floated up and disappeared into the pawn shop!

"There is another thing that should be regarded as a gift to the divine monk. The divine monk's family was massacred, but Su Meng's father saved a baby girl! As for his identity, it depends on the divine monk himself.

Go ask!"

When Xuan Bei opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar Zen room again, and at the same time he also noticed the disciple Zhen Hui running towards it.

Not long after, Xuan Bei, wearing a yellow monk's robe and a red cassock, descended from the sky with true wisdom. Golden lotuses bloomed under his feet and landed in front of Meng Qi.

"Remember to come back to see me as my teacher, not bad, not bad."

Xuan Bei has a very caring and comforting look, especially after knowing that the Tang family still has blood, he feels a little less miserable!

He is still the middle-aged melancholic monk with handsome features, somewhat similar to Meng Qi's current appearance.

Not even a relative could explain it... The appearance in his heart became clearer, and the association Meng Qi started after seeing the "biological mother's surname was Tang" recorded in the secret file seemed to be confirmed to some extent.

He bowed and said:

"The disciple is unfilial and has brought trouble to the master."

"It doesn't matter. Living in this mortal world, there are always various tests. Losing opportunities is not a blessing. The path of cause and effect is difficult to describe."

Xuanbei comforted Meng Qi nonchalantly, helped him up, then walked up to sit down, sighed and said:
To be continued...