As the leader of the Discipline Academy, Wu Cuo, this was the first time Wu Jing encountered an offending disciple who had no repentance at all. He was immediately furious and asked sternly.
Amitabha, sin, sin, sin. Sora Jian paused for a moment while squeezing the hand holding the prayer beads.
Xuan Bei looked at Meng Qi in shock and astonishment, his mouth moved, but he didn't know what to say. Once these words came out, there was no chance of saving him.
Does he really think so, or is he just trying to prevent himself from losing the opportunity to practice in the upper level of the stupa
Crazy child, alas, crazy child
Xuanbei's expression was a little disappointed, but also a little touched and relieved.
Meng Qi stiffened his neck and said without fear: Doesn't it mean that the leader doesn't know the principle of eradicating all evil and the so-called retribution of wrongs? Only by eradicating the roots can we not kill again and again and add more crimes.
If evil people are allowed to run free and are just educated, more good people will inevitably suffer. This is not adding to the sin. Killing is to protect oneself. Killing karma is not killing people.
Shaolin is a Zen sect. The Buddha does not seek outsiders and is self-sufficient in nature. The Buddha is an enlightened one and a teacher. He should not be a clay puppet enshrined in a Buddhist hall. But you have forgotten the original meaning of Zen, worshiping the Buddha with incense and serving the Buddha with your body. Treating Buddha as a god, worshiping him, and losing his original intention
The way of Zen is to seek the Buddha in the heart. Everyone has Buddha nature, as long as they are not blinded by the four false combinations. If you are a Buddha yourself, why do you still have to do good deeds, stop killing, accumulate merit, and seek the way of Bodhisattva outside
hypocritical heresy
He would just rant as much as he wanted to offend Wu Jing, regardless of whether it made sense or not, whether it suited his own ideas or not.
"What evil, where are these fallacies and heresies coming from?" Wu Jing shouted sternly.
Regarding Meng Qi's words, it is not unreasonable for him to refute Meng Qi's words as he has been studying Buddhist scriptures all year round. However, as the leader of the Discipline Hall, two generations older than him, it is really unseemly to debate the scriptures with an impenitent disciple.
He turned to look at Xuan Bei: What else do you have to say
Xuanbei took a deep look at Meng Qi and clasped his hands together: Amitabha, there is no way for disciples to teach. He had nothing to say, so he asked his uncle to allow his disciple to abolish the Zhending martial arts with his own hands and send him to a nearby city to avoid it.
Meng Qi lowered his head, feeling disappointed that he had disappointed his master.
Zhenhui had been kneeling beside him repentantly, not complaining about the punishment she had received. But at this moment, she watched her master walk up to his senior brother, gently press his right palm on his Dantian, and golden pure light bloomed. He was finally moved, his face was sad and frightened, and he cried: Brother
He is still just a child after all.
There was no pain in his Dantian, as if he had been immersed in warm water. It was completely different from what An Guoxie felt when he did it, but Meng Qi could clearly feel that all his skills were disappearing rapidly.
Hearing Zhenhui's cry, he turned his head, squeezed out a smile, and said softly: Junior brother. Don't be sad, study martial arts well, and don't be left too far behind by your senior brother when we meet again in the future. Haha, I can't say that you are already a generation of eminent monks at that time.
Zhenhui is not a fool. She knows that there is no way back, and her eyes are filled with tears: Senior brother. You should be good too
I will become a great hero. Meng Qi tried to use his smile to ease his sudden sadness.
Then, under the guidance of Xuan Bei, Meng Qi swore the soul oath: Starting today. If you don't spread the Shaolin martial arts and take the oath of soul, you will be imprisoned directly at the bottom of the stupa and not see the light of day for decades.
Xuan Bei pulled Meng Qi to his feet and said to Kong Jian: "Uncle Master, this disciple is sending Zhending to Wuliang to avoid being pursued by the Crying Old Man's lineage."
Kongjian stopped turning the beads and sighed: Zhensheng, the Buddha's Dharma is not the Dharma of evil people, nor is it the Dharma of good people. As long as you can understand yourself clearly in the future and let go of your murderous intentions, you can still become a Buddha immediately. The door of Shaolin is open to you.
People who have done many evil deeds can achieve great enlightenment and become monks. Shaolin will naturally not reject the abandonment of disciples' desire to worship the Buddha. Of course, as a sect of martial arts and spirituality, there are many ways to test the authenticity of confessions.
Meng Qi nodded, said nothing, let Xuan Bei pull him, and disappeared from the window step by step.
Zhen Hui bit her lip tightly and looked at the sky outside eagerly, as if she was still expecting her senior brother to come back suddenly.
Wuliang City is the place where the north and south land and water meet.
The golden lotuses disappeared, and Meng Qi found himself at the dock. The trackers and coolies around him were sweating like rain, and many travelers took boats to go south.
Xuan Bei stood quietly in front of Meng Qi, and after a while he sighed and said: Go to the capital of gods, the Su family will have to accommodate you no matter what.
Meng Qi of the Su family asked in slight shock, could it be that the lay name of his body was Su
Xuanbei didn't say much, because when he entered the temple, Meng Qi was already in his teens. How could he not remember his title? He took a deep look at Meng Qi again and said sincerely: "If we say goodbye today, I will no longer be able to take care of you." You, please do it yourself.
Yes, Master. Meng Qi suppressed the sadness that surged up, and for the first time he sincerely performed the courtesy of a disciple.
Xuanbei took a breath and wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say anything. He sighed and turned away.
Golden lotuses sprouted from his feet, holding him up and disappearing into the air, turning a blind eye to all the passers-by and trackers.
Looking at the direction where his master disappeared, Meng Qi stayed silent for a while, then exhaled and turned towards the passenger ship.
He has experienced the feeling of not having martial arts before, but it is not particularly unbearable. After all, the enhancement brought about by the practice of Golden Bell Mask, and the enhancement of vision and hearing after opening the eyes and ears, are all based on the physical body. Even if the martial arts is abolished, it will not be unbearable. At most it will be weakened and will not disappear.
The learned moves and mastered sword skills will not be forgotten just because the Dantian is destroyed. It is just that some changes are difficult to complete.
Therefore, even if he encounters a gangster spying on money, Meng Qi, who has four sharp weapons at his disposal, will not be afraid.
As for the Su family in the divine capital, Meng Qi has no intention of returning. He has no memory or affection for it, so why go and cause trouble? He just needs to inquire about the relevant matters in the future to avoid being implicated.
However, he used his real name and was expelled halfway. It coincided with the growth period when his body grew and his appearance changed. After a year and a half, even the Shaolin monks did not recognize him, let alone the inexplicable Su family.
He had already made up his mind to take a boat to the southeast. He would go to Xijian Pavilion first and see if Zhiwei went down the mountain to travel. If not, he would temporarily take shelter with her and wait for her to resume her martial arts. If she had already gone out to travel. Then he continued south and went to the Zhenwu Sect to find Senior Brother Zhang. The Huanhua Sword Sect is located in Huanzhou, with many mountains and rivers, and miasma everywhere. It is difficult to travel, and now he has no martial arts.
Not long after, Meng Qi, who was carrying a lot of money, found a large ship heading to Huazhou. Xijiange and Zhenwu Sect were located in the north and south of Huazhou respectively.
He changed into a scholar's attire, wearing a silk scarf on his head, a Confucian robe, and a Bingque sword hanging from his waist. The bloodthirsty sword and the horse-killing sword of Hongri Town were wrapped in cloth and carried on the back together with the package. When walking on the road, they attracted many admiring glances. He was such a handsome young man.
Under normal circumstances, Meng Qi would naturally enjoy these gazes with satisfaction, but now, he did not dare to delay or be distracted at all. Who knows if there are spies in the Crying Old Man's lineage here. We must get to the Xijian Pavilion as soon as possible.
As the ship started to move, Meng Qi stood on the deck, leaning on the railing and looking out at the rolling water. There is no end in sight, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
And he recalled all the things in Shaolin, thought of his master and his younger brother, and thought of Wu Jing who was too jealous of evil. Thinking of the crying old man Ze Luo Ju, I had mixed feelings for a moment, including sadness. There was sadness, loss, resentment, and anger, and he wished he could kill all those young people with his sword.
In the future, when I complete the outdoor scenes, I will definitely set foot in the Western Regions and truly level the evil mountains. Meng Qi clenched his fist and whispered.
The river wind blew strongly, making Meng Qi's clothes rustle. His underdeveloped body looked a little thin, and with his true feelings exposed, he looked even more melancholy, making it difficult for others to come up and talk to him.
Half a day later, the boat arrived at the next pier and stopped to wait for the cargo. Meng Qi and others went ashore and ate some food at a nearby tea shop.
Meng Qi held the tea cup and wasted no time in recalling what he had learned. Whether it was sword skills or sword skills, everything was flowing in his heart.
Click, click, click. Suddenly, he heard the sound of galloping horses. He looked up and saw four horses dragging smoke, approaching quickly.
The four people on horseback are all described as tough and sturdy, carrying sabers.
The horse bandit Meng Qi was startled, angry and hateful. He drew out his Bingque Sword, stood up quickly, and was about to run towards the road from the dock to the city.
They actually came after me
Meng Qi's current speed could not compare with the horses. He was quickly caught up by four horse bandits and surrounded him near the tea shop.
Because there were too many tables and chairs, the horse bandits dismounted and approached from four directions with knives.
Outside the woods not far away, You Huaduo was sitting on a horse, watching his men doing things from a distance, smiling and saying to the big man next to him: Thank you Gang Leader Wu for informing me, our goods will be handed over to you in the future.
When it comes to other things, he feels that he is far inferior to the Shaolin monks, but when it comes to harming others, he is much better than them.
From the beginning, he knew that his thoughts could not be hidden from Xuan Bei and others, so he mobilized his accumulated contacts very early and asked some gangs in Xizhou to pay attention to Meng Qi's whereabouts and notify them with a white-headed bird.
Sure enough, a water gang discovered Meng Qi at the dock, so he and several of his men exhausted two horses each and finally caught up.
Gang leader Wu laughed and said: You Huan, the master, is too polite. A little bald donkey whose martial arts has been ruined is still worthy of your own hands.
If the little bald donkey hadn't made his own mistake, I really wouldn't be able to do anything against him, but now, hey, I want to see what other methods he has. You Huanduo sneered, today I will kill him with a sacrificial knife
He did not take action rashly himself, as he was worried that Meng Qi's martial arts had not been abolished and he could summon thunder, so he asked his men to step forward first.
Four horse bandits blocked the tea shop, and one of them shouted: "Thousands of miles to seek revenge, the uninvolved parties will leave on their own."
In the Central Plains, horse bandits did not dare to go too far.
Another person said with a ferocious smile: "Little bald donkey, you dared to kill Xieling because you thought you had the protection of Shaolin. Now you are stupid. This kind of sect with strict disciplines is the best."
Little bald donkey, you have beautiful features and you are the best for me. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I might relent. A bald horse bandit, Jie Jie, smiled strangely, as if Meng Qi was already dead.
Seeing the guests around him running around in fear, and the four horse bandits rushing over, Meng Qi laughed angrily, subconsciously turning on his inner strength, but he didn't feel the slightest movement, and he suddenly realized that he was powerless.
But in this situation, without internal strength, he felt the tricks of the four horse bandits more deeply, and saw them more clearly and thoroughly.
Time seemed to slow down, and everything around him seemed to disappear. The accumulated experiences, secret books, and past stories flashed through his mind one by one, and he suddenly realized something.
Go to hell. Four horse bandits rushed to Meng Qi and shouted loudly.
Meng Qi's face was calm, his long sword was pointed out, the second strike came first, and he swiped it in front of the four horse bandits like a ghost, using their eyes as hidden weapons
ah
The screams of the four horse bandits sounded almost at the same time. They threw away their sabers, covered their eyes and rolled in pain, and a trace of blood flowed from their fingers.
Meng Qi looked at them proudly, looking at You Huaduo in the distance, pointed his sword and said loudly:
Even if the tiger falls in Pingyang, how can you wild dogs bully them
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