Looking at Wang Siyuan, who had an abnormal blush on his pale cheeks due to excitement, Meng Qi blurted out: Beyond control, can you figure out which force the big ship I just boarded belongs to
Wang Siyuan coughed a few more times, suppressed the sick feeling, and said with a half-smile: You want to take the opportunity to get their information from me, right
hehe. Meng Qi laughed twice, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Wang Siyuan solemnly took out a handful of counters, threw them out, and landed on the chessboard, mixed with the black and white chess pieces. Then, he picked them up one by one, his lips trembling, silently calculating something.
Xu's voice suddenly became louder, and he looked at Meng Qi again, his body's shortcomings were made up for.
After a while, he smiled slightly and put down his calculations: Liuguang Shaohua Tea, right
This can also be calculated. Meng Qi suddenly felt a chill rising.
Wang Siyuan smiled: He is from Zhixu Mountain.
Meng Qi, one of the legacies of the Six Heretic Masters of Zhixu Mountain, had vaguely heard of it in Shaolin.
Wang Siyuan nodded: It is said that before Buddha attained enlightenment, there were six people who studied the principles of heaven and earth together with him. Later, they parted ways due to different ideas. Buddhism calls them the six heretical masters.
Although they each held their own opinions, they eventually became famous ancient powers. They each left behind their own traditions, Zhixushan, where everything is real and true, and the Evil Fate Sect, which has an innate personality and everything is destined. Haha, They call themselves the Wenshen Sect. In short, the views of these six sects are very interesting and are worth understanding as a stepping stone for others.
Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully. It turned out that he had encountered the inheritance of the Six Heretic Masters. No wonder he had an old relationship with the Buddha and recognized the green lantern in front of the Buddha.
But their green lanterns were obtained from the world of Journey to the West. They should know the Buddha from the main world.
Wang Siyuan's eyes returned to the chessboard: The inheritance of the Sixth Master of Hereticism likes to explore its own path and does not like to be involved in the world, so you don't have to force it.
At this point, he paused and said: You can leave, there is no need to hide deliberately, Baili will realize his recklessness and find doubts when he is shocked tomorrow. Seeking your understanding and cooperation.
Although Meng Qi himself felt that Jiang Hengchuan would not be filled with anger all the time and would solve the problem when he calmed down, but when he heard Wang Siyuan speak so firmly, he couldn't help but ask: How do you know
Wang Siyuan put down the chess piece and looked up at him, with a hint of pride on his face as beautiful as a woman:
Because I am counting all the people.
Humph, I'll beat you to the ground someday. Let’s see if you can still say it’s because I have counted all the people in the world. Meng Qi slandered behind his back.
After resting for a while, his strength recovered a lot. Along the riverside path, we quickly merged into the darkness on the opposite side. There were still pedestrians coming and going on the street, either drunkards or gamblers.
Meng Qi was not as arrogant as Wang Siyuan said, waiting for Jiang Hengchuan to come to apologize, but still wandering around at will at his own pace without any preset purpose. Pay attention to your surroundings, wait until your mind is calm, and then suddenly walk into a seemingly deserted yard and find a clean place to adjust your breathing and recover.
Wang Siyuan is indistinguishable from his enemies. You can't believe whatever he says, otherwise you will become a people who will be counted out in the future. I found them all myself.
During the long night, Meng Qi concentrated on recuperating. With the powerful restorative power of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique and the help of Liuguang Shaohua Tea, he completely recovered before midnight. Thinking about what Wang Siyuan said tonight.
After sorting it out carefully, apart from the perspective of thinking about the problem, Meng Qi felt that there were three sentences in Wang Siyuan's speech that deserved the most attention:
Young masters who come here for various reasons
You are a chess piece that does not belong to the original chessboard, a variable
No matter whether you have doubts or not, and no matter what you do to deal with it, the final result will not change.
Meng Qi rubbed his chin: Wang Siyuan was inspired to accept the challenge and fight against others. Why did Jiang Hengchuan come to Maoling? What was the reason for Qingyu? What was the real purpose of the planner? He could never compete with Wang Siyuan simply and willfully, because Wang Siyuan was also young for a certain reason. Masters are not fundamentally different from other people
In other words, everyone else accepted the invitation, but I came here because of the investigation. It was like a buffalo mixed in with a group of scalpers. People who don't understand think it's normal, but in the eyes of the mastermind, it's abnormal. Conspicuous, so I was targeted when I first arrived. It had nothing to do with Qiu Fei
Since whatever I do will lead to the same consequences, that is to say, the key to this conspiracy is not on me. Is there someone following me
After thinking for a long time, Meng Qi had too many guesses and inferences that needed to be eliminated one by one. Before it was dark, he took the opportunity to fall asleep to quickly replenish his energy.
The morning light broke, the sky was burning, and when Meng Qi felt the first ray of sunshine, he woke up with a start, and yesterday's fatigue completely disappeared.
He searched the courtyard, plundered some clothes and put them on, leaving some money behind. Then he jumped out of the courtyard wall and walked to the alley entrance with great swagger.
There is a locust tree of unknown age at the entrance of the alley. Its branches are lush and leafy, blocking the sun and providing a shade.
When Meng Qi passed by the locust tree, he was suddenly stunned. It was not a big deal, but at the entrance of the yard near the locust tree, there was an old man with gray hair who was concentrating on making wood carvings.
He held the tree root in his left hand and the carving knife in his right hand. He looked focused and undistracted, as if every knife he made was his entire life.
This concentration attracted Meng Qi, so he was stunned for a moment, and a sentence suddenly emerged in his mind: Men who concentrate on work are the most attractive.
The carving knife fell and the bark fell. There was only the sound of the carving knife and the rustling of the ground nearby, which seemed peaceful and pure.
This natural interest, this pious concentration, infected Meng Qi, and he vaguely grasped something, but in the end it was still a little bit short.
He simply stopped, stopped beside him, and finally sat down cross-legged, looking at every knife the old man made and every mark he made, as if it was the most beautiful poem in the world.
The old man was concentrating on carving, and Meng Qi was concentrating on watching him carve. Neither of them spoke. An indescribable silence slowly spread. Since the death of Zhang Yuanshan, Fu Zhenzhen and others, Meng Qi had suppressed the grief in his heart. The self-blame and the resulting impatience, recklessness, and single-minded pursuit of gains are slowly healed.
Meng Qi suddenly realized this, and his state of mind seemed to have improved a bit.
In the past two months or so, many things have been done. Even if I am really sure, I have considered the consequences and solutions, but in the end I can't escape four words: quick success and quick gain.
I want to grow up quickly, I want to no longer watch my companions die in vain, I want to gain something from the main world, and increase my confidence in completing the reincarnation mission. I want to get rid of reincarnation as soon as possible and resurrect Senior Brother Zhang and the others, so I am eager for quick success and quick gains. Since leaving the world of Journey to the West, I have done everything I always feel awkward.
The idea is correct, but it is a driving force, not a means. Ye San of Yicheng is a lesson learned from the past.
This is a threshold that must be crossed on the road of life. If you don’t break out of the cocoon, you won’t become a butterfly.
There was a drop of crystal condensation in each corner of Meng Qi's eyes. The two tears that should have fallen in Journey to the West but were held back fell leisurely down his face.
The dust splattered slightly, and the tears disappeared in an instant.
Senior Brother Zhang, Zhiwei, I will go on with my life, I almost failed your instructions. He let out a breath, his expression became determined, but less anxious.
A life without various experiences will never mature.
At this time, the gray-haired old man also completed the wood carving. This was a lifelike statue of a woman, with fluttering palace clothes, outstanding appearance, and even the aura of a book. It was truly a masterpiece.
Brother, you have something to do. The old man raised his head and looked at Meng Qi in surprise.
His facial features are not outstanding, and he has a few wrinkles, but because of his concentration, everything looks harmonious.
Meng Qi smiled: It’s nothing, I’m not bothering my father-in-law.
He didn't say much, and there was no need to say much. He stood up slowly and left the alley entrance with ease.
Looking at his back, the old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, picked up a piece of wood again, and started carving with concentration again, without any distractions.
At this time, the sun shines through the branches and leaves of the locust tree and casts brilliant golden spots on the ground.
Meng Qi did not directly appear again as Su Meng, but changed his appearance and body, mixed in the crowd, and reached a shop selling pens, inks, paper and inkstones.
Buy seven real finishing touches. Meng Qi walked to the depths of the store and asked the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper’s expression remained unchanged: This pen needs to be customized, please make a reservation.
some. Meng Qi nodded and answered.
The shopkeeper smiled and asked the guest officer to bring out his seal.
Meng Qi's left hand was handed to him, slightly revealing a gap. Inside was the misty light of the Qingshou official seal, which closed as soon as it was revealed.
Okay, I'd like to ask the guest officer to follow me to the back to pick it up. The shopkeeper looked like he was greeting the distinguished guests.
Meng Qi followed him to the backyard without saying a word and waited quietly. After a while, the shopkeeper took out a piece of paper from the secret place and handed it to Meng Qi: Su Qingshou, the information you want.
Meng Qi took the paper and turned it over. Sure enough, it was the information he applied for.
Before leaving Yangxia, he requested various information from the Shendu headquarters about Dongyang Shenjun, especially about Dongyang Beppu.
Because it was too old to be found, this information was not released until Meng Qi arrived in Maoling.
On the paper was written information about Dongyang Shenjun’s life and inheritance:
Dongyang Biefu is one of the three places where Longtai Maoling Daxing is now located.
A smile appeared on Meng Qi's face, he threw the paper into the fire pot next to him, straightened his clothes, took the brush as a cover, and walked out of the shop with his head held high.
The flames burst out, and the paper stretched and was quickly charred.
In the fog of the Maoling incident, I finally grasped a piece of the puzzle. . If you like this work, you are welcome to support it, it is my biggest motivation.