The moon was sparse and the wind was deep in the bones. Meng Qi and Zhen Hui were walking on the way back to the Wu Monk Monastery.
Junior brother, thank you very much for asking Master to accept me as his disciple. After a while of silence, Meng Qi spoke.
Although this is not what I really want, my junior brother's friendship is still worthy of gratitude.
Zhenhui walked briskly, looking very happy, and said nonchalantly: It has nothing to do with me, the master has long wanted to accept his senior brother as his disciple.
Ah, how did you know? Meng Qi asked in astonishment.
Zhenhui turned her head and gave him a strange look: The two secret books had been copied a long time ago.
That's right. Why didn't I expect that Meng Qi suddenly realized, looking up and down at Zhenhui, could this guy be as wise as he is foolish
Zhenhui was a little worried when she saw him, she shrank her neck and said: Senior brother, I didn't steal your food.
Er Mengqi narrowed his eyes, and I asked him why he hadn't eaten enough in the past few days. He thought that this was how he was punished by facing the wall.
When facing the wall, three meals a day are delivered to the room.
After Zhenhui took a few steps back, Meng Qi gritted his teeth and said: Forget it, you are at the critical moment of opening up your Dantian and you need enough food.
Yes, yes, Zhenhui nodded honestly without any politeness.
While talking, the two of them returned to the Monk Monastery. As soon as they entered the Zen room, they were approached by Zhen Yong who heard the door open.
Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, you are truly blessed by the Buddha to be chosen as a disciple by Uncle Xuanbei. He opened his mouth with words of congratulations, but they were slightly sour.
Meng Qi smiled and said: "I didn't expect it either. I thought the reward was one of the seventy-two stunts."
Alas, I was frightened at that time, otherwise alas, alas, Zhenyong sighed and regretted his choice of doing more rather than doing less.
After what happened in the back mountain, Meng Qi no longer had the same good relationship with him as before, but after hearing this, he still said a few words of relief: I did it because of the reward, and Junior Brother Zhenhui did it because of his good performance in both the Wushu Academy and the Auxiliary Academy. Senior Brother Yong, you also have a chance.
Hope, Amitabha, I hope the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the sky will open their eyes. Zhenyong sighed, put away his expression of envy and hatred, gathered his spirits, and said with great interest, "I will be able to learn the seventy-two stunts by myself after joining Master Xuanbei's disciples. I don't know what the two junior brothers have chosen."
I am the golden bell, and Junior Brother Zhenhui is the flower finger. There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, Meng Qi answered casually while packing his clothes.
Zhenyong was stunned for a moment: Nianhuazhi, Junior Brother Zhenhui, you actually chose Nianhuazhi.
His tone was a bit strange. Meng Qi raised his head and looked over: Senior Brother Zhenyong, what’s the problem
Zhenyong shook his head and put on a smile: No, no, just thinking about the difficulty of practicing finger-twisting and having to distract himself from other special skills, he was a little worried about Junior Brother Zhenhui, but Junior Brother Zhenhui is usually a dedicated person, so he is not afraid.
As he said that, he looked at Zhenhui with envy on his face and said: Junior Brother Zhenhui, the Flower Finger is directly derived from the Tathagata Palm. It is the first of my seventy-two Shaolin skills. You should practice hard and give me more guidance in the future. My martial arts matters.
Um. Zhenhui concentrated on packing her clothes.
Zhenyong knew his temper and was not surprised. He turned to Meng Qi and said: Junior Brother Zhending, you have the iron cloth shirt skills. The golden bell cover is an excellent choice, but why not choose the indestructible power of the Vajra? This is even better. , and there is no conflict.
Of course Meng Qi would not harm himself by copying Xuan Bei's words. He smiled and said: "My master asked me to choose, and I don't know why."
Well, Master Xuanbei is a master of his generation, so this must have profound meaning. Zhenyong nodded and smiled again. Two junior brothers, please take more care of your senior brothers in the future.
definitely. Meng Qi didn't want to get entangled in this topic. He looked out the window and said in the dark night, "Senior brother Zhenyong, what big things have happened these past few days?"
Zhenyong thought for a while and said: The big thing related to us is that the masters and uncles come to select disciples, but you don't need to worry about it. Well, there is another big thing. Senior Brother Zhenchang broke through Tongren Lane and went down the mountain to wander.
Senior Brother Zhenchang, Tongren Xiang Mengqi, suddenly had a tall, thin young monk in his mind. He was none other than Zhenchang, one of the three most powerful people in his generation. He also served as a teaching monk in the martial arts academy, but his target He is a monk practicing the Arhat Formation.
When he first met him, Meng Qi had only one idea. This guy should play the role of Tang Monk. He has red lips and white teeth, is tall and thin, and has a weak air. He thought he was the type that a banshee would like. However, after listening to Zhenyong's introduction, he knew He is Zhenchang, the leader in martial arts among Zhenzi generation.
Zhenyong nodded heavily: Yes, after practicing in seclusion for a period of time, Senior Brother Zhenchang has opened his ears. He has also achieved some success in the Arhat's Magic Skill of Subduing Demons and Prajna Palm, and then he broke through the Tongren Alley and became the youngest Wandering disciple.
Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei mention that she could get through Tongren Alley just by opening her ear apertures. She also had her eyes and ears opened, but she was not more than 60% sure that she could get through Tongren Alley. Zhen Chang had her ear apertures opened for the first time, and she actually... To be able to get through, he must be more powerful than Jiang Zhiwei. Last time in the martial arts competition, Jiang Zhiwei came out on top without even using his sword. Later, there was an improvement in the reincarnation space.
Zhenyong looked out the window and lowered his voice and said: "I heard from others that Brother Zhenchang's attempt to enter Tongren Alley was very dangerous. He almost failed and relied on a little luck to get through."
That's it. Meng Qi said thoughtfully.
Zhenyong continued: Moreover, Senior Brother Zhenchang is the first monk in our Zhenzi generation to enter the stage of awakening. He has already been able to open his ears again, and his strength is far stronger than the two senior brothers Zhenben and Zhenmiao. In order to discuss martial arts, He postponed the retreat, but unexpectedly he was defeated by Jiang Zhiwei's sword in the Xijiang Pavilion. Now it is reasonable to make a breakthrough and break through the Tongren Alley.
According to Shaolin rules, Zhenchang, who is the first to enter the enlightenment stage, is considered the senior brother of the Zhenzi generation.
Meng Qi pretended to be curious, asked about the news about Tongren Lane in detail, and then left the Zen room with his luggage with satisfaction.
After Zhenyong's repeated farewells, Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked slowly to the entrance of the courtyard. Looking back, they saw that the candles in many meditation rooms were not extinguished. They could vaguely see many monks looking at the two of them. The icicles hung down from the eaves, and the panoramic view appeared. Under the moonlight, it was crystal clear, but also inexplicably cold.
Master, where are you taking me? After morning class the next day, Meng Qi was led towards the back mountain by Xuan Bei.
Is the special place for cultivation located in a cave in the back mountain
Xuan Bei's cassock was fluttering in the wind. He looked ahead and said: "My master has asked for leave from Brother Xuan En. You don't have to go to the chanting hall during this period. You can concentrate on practicing the Golden Bell Jar and lay a good foundation as soon as possible." When it comes to literacy, your teacher will help you make up for it.
Yes, Master. Meng Qi looked at the increasingly familiar scenery around him and said, are you going to practice the Golden Bell Shield in the back mountain
Not long ago, it was here that I experienced dangers, dealt with Tang Shun, the master of the universe in the palm of my hand, and received the true inheritance of Ananda's breaking sword technique in the secret passage.
Xuanbei nodded lightly: Well, we'll find out when we get there. You were able to read the Golden Bell Secret Book thoroughly last night.
I've read through it three times and started giving it a try. Meng Qi answered honestly.
He wasted no time at all, racing against time to practice the first level of the Golden Bell Cover and re-concentrate his Dantian.
Xuanbei stopped talking and moved forward in silence. Meng Qi followed closely, passing through the narrow road between the two cliffs, and truly stepped into the back mountain for the first time.
The mountains overlap, and strange peaks protrude from time to time, but as far as the eye can see, there is no grass growing, and the soil is red, as if it has been irrigated with blood.
It is said that a few years before Patriarch Bodhidharma entered Nirvana, he fought a fierce battle with a great demon here. The pure land where he evolved was destroyed, and all the barriers were broken, leading to what it is today. As if feeling Meng Qi's doubtful gaze, Xuanbei slowly spoke. Later generations of divine monks hid the relics in the relic pagoda here, and transformed this demonic land with Buddhism so that the disciples in the outdoor scene could walk.
Stepping onto the bloody soil, Meng Qi felt a chill coming from under his feet. Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, stumps and rotting bodies, and evil ghosts and demons all seemed to appear before his eyes.
Amitabha. The solemn Buddha chant sounded, all kinds of illusions disappeared, the sun was still shining brightly, and there was no green at all.
Disciples who came to Houshan for the first time all had similar hallucinations of contamination. Once they calmed down, they would be fine. Xuanbei said kindly.
Meng Qi nodded, but he was shocked and doubtful in his heart. This was similar to the feeling of touching the Shimen of Qingyi, Shanren and Mo entering this door, but it was not so realistic and scary, and it did not make him sweat in cold sweat.
Is there any connection
After walking around several peaks and passing several passes guarded by monks and elders in yellow, Xuanbei led Meng Qi to the highest peak of the back mountain. As they walked, touches of green gradually appeared in Meng Qi's eyes, stripes of green. The clear spring flows down from a high place and forms puddles, filled with strange golden lotuses that are still in full bloom in winter.
Walking among these mountains, Meng Qi felt that his body and mind were pure, and he forgot all his worries.
After passing a few passes, Meng Qi saw a gleaming glazed pagoda with seven floors, but it was not very tall.
Amitabha. The person guarding the door was an elder wearing cassock. He pronounced the Buddha's name, checked Xuanbei's token, and let him and Meng Qi in without asking any questions.
The place of cultivation is in the stupa. Meng Qi muttered to himself, not daring to speak, and quietly followed Xuan Bei deep into the stupa.
The upper seven floors of the pagoda are where the relics are kept, and the seven underground floors are where demons and ghosts are suppressed. Xuanbei said in a calm tone, pushing open the stone door in front of him that was engraved with swastikas.
As soon as the stone door opened, a strong and strange breath hit his face, which made Meng Qi tremble physically and mentally, making his breath difficult to circulate and making him feel uncomfortable all over.
This is evil spirit. Xuanbei fulfilled his master's duty of explanation.
Meng Qi held back his discomfort, controlled his trembling, and followed Xuan Bei forward with a steady pace.
Xuanbei nodded slightly, and after going around a few corners, he stopped next to a cell, inside which lay a giant bird with fiery red feathers.
Just standing next to the cell, Meng Qi felt like he was being burned by fire. Looking around, he felt that the air there was slightly distorted, as if the whole space was shaking. However, the cell in front of him was exuding a slight chill, and there was a knot on the ground. Layer of light blue ice crystals.
This is the fire swan, which has the bloodline of the ancient true phoenix. You can use its breath here to practice the first level of the golden bell. Xuanbei asked Meng Qi to practice outside this cell.
Meng Qi gritted his teeth, took off his monk's robe from his waist, and sat down cross-legged in front of the light golden iron railing with symbols. His upper body was bare, feeling the high temperature, and running the mental method of the first level of the golden bell.