The moon was sparse and the stars were shining alone on the cliff. Meng Qi, who was hiding in the dark, recognized who this figure was at a glance.
Jinyoung
Although during this period, Meng Qi's energy was mainly focused on the training of the Golden Bell and Sword Technique, and there were many courtyards separated from the Wu Monk Academy, making communication inconvenient. However, after resuming his studies at the Lecture School, he could still touch each other every day. He went up to Zhenyong and chatted for a while to learn about the trivial matters in the temple. Therefore, even if the figure turned sideways towards Meng Qi, he was still convinced that the other person was Zhenyong.
What's he doing here at the cliff so late
Could it be that there really is some big secret
Meng Qi thought a little irritably that he was carrying a big secret and was completely unwilling to get involved in other incidents, lest anyone discover anything unusual.
In the Shaolin Temple, he just wanted to be a quiet little novice monk.
It was with this mentality and the awareness that he was not yet a master that he did not rush to explore the secret passage during the last true observation, but returned directly and sent out a signal.
The gray figure turned back and looked around warily. The blurred moonlight shone on his face, clearly showing that Meng Qi's judgment was correct. He was Zhenyong.
Meng Qi held his breath and controlled his heartbeat, not wanting to attract Zhenyong's attention. He hoped that he would leave quickly, and then he could resume patrolling without anyone noticing. Zhenhui would report the previous events to his master tomorrow. Jinyoung’s secret will naturally be found out.
This place is remote and hidden, almost no one knows about it. After checking it out habitually, Zhenyong took out a book from his arms and flipped through it with a smile on his face.
The cold moonlight was falling, and Meng Qi, who had condensed the six points of the eye-related acupoints, found that the paper in Zhenyong's hand was white. It did not look like the precious paper such as the wood paper used to write secret books, but more like the novice monks in the chanting hall. They copied the bad paper used to practice calligraphy.
Could it be that the book was copied on ordinary paper? Meng Qi subconsciously speculated.
Zhenyong was fascinated by what he saw and murmured something. For a moment, he didn't even have the consciousness to leave the scene quickly as the perpetrator. This made Meng Qi secretly anxious.
He was not afraid that he would not be able to bear it, but that the junior brother around him had never experienced this kind of situation before. As time went by, he was likely to become restless, and it would be very easy for him to bump into something and make a sound.
Meng Qi turned his head slightly and looked at Zhenyong. Under the swaying shadow, his face looked dark, vaguely curious, and he was looking at Zhenyong intently.
Seeing this, Meng Qi silently praised him.
After holding the incense for a while, Zhenyong adjusted his stiff posture, hit a piece of gravel, and let it roll down the cliff, but no sound was heard.
Awakened by the movement, Zhenyong reluctantly closed the book in his hand.
He didn't dare to stay too long, so he stretched out his hand to explore outside the cliff.
After groping for a while, he took back his right hand and found an oil paper bag.
There seemed to be a gap to hide things on the outside of the cliff, but it was hidden. Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully.
Zhenyong opened the oil paper bag and found several books of different thicknesses inside. He put the one in his hand into it and wrapped it tightly again.
At this moment, a reckless mouse ran out of the hole, scaring Zhenhui so much that she hid back.
Click, the sound of branches breaking is particularly clear in the quiet night
With a snap, Zhenyong's hand shook, the oil paper bag fell to the ground, and he looked back in shock and panic.
At the same time, his left hand subconsciously touched the outside of the cliff.
Zhenyong lowered his voice and asked, seemingly not seeing Meng Qi and Zhenhui yet.
As soon as he finished speaking, before Meng Qi could think of a countermeasure, Zhenyong suddenly pounced over, dragging a sharp sword in his left hand.
His shouting and questioning was actually a ploy to make someone suspicious.
After accumulating energy, he really concealed his strength. After seeing Zhenyong's body movements, Meng Qi sighed, his left shoulder sank, and he hit Zhenyong's knife edge without hesitation.
Zhenyong was in the suspicion formation and suddenly made a sudden move. He was thinking that the enemy hidden in the forest would have no time to dodge and it would be best to kill him with one move. However, he was shocked to see a figure that did not dodge and was heading towards the blade.
Zhengjie's sword was like a golden stone. Zhenyong said secretly that it was not good and hurriedly retreated without thinking.
At this time, a blade of light struck from the side that he had never expected. The angle was tricky, the position was weird, and it was difficult to avoid.
Zhenyong gritted his teeth, dropped his sword, and moved with the sword, narrowly avoiding Meng Qi's sword.
Hey, Meng Qi was a little confused. Zhenyong unexpectedly dodged his blood sword move in a hurry. The sword skills he displayed were exquisite and mysterious, and they were definitely not mediocre.
Zhenhui stepped forward, with a smile on her face, quiet and peaceful, and she brushed out her right hand in the shape of a flower, which seemed a bit like being out of the world.
Zhenyong knew in advance that there was another enemy, so he was not surprised by Zhenhui's attack. His face was solemn, his sword flash was restrained, and he blocked Zhenhui's finger.
Then, he flicked his right leg and kicked Zhenhui. He tilted his sword and slashed it down leisurely, pointing directly at Meng Qi.
This knife was so subtle and mysterious that it actually gave Meng Qi the feeling that three thousand troubles fell away in response to the knife.
This was definitely a terrifying sword technique. Meng Qi did not dare to neglect it. His body technique spread out like a ghost, and each sword was struck from an incredible place.
Zhenyong's sword training was carried out in secret, with few opportunities to use it, and no tempering between life and death. For a moment, Meng Qi, who was using his strength normally, was forced to panic. After each sword strike, the opponent's next sword would come from anywhere. The feeling comes from any angle, and the body and mind are gradually exhausted.
Zhen Hui on the other side, due to lack of actual combat experience, failed to maintain her balance when avoiding Zhen Yong's kick. She staggered back to the side and almost fell off the cliff.
Ah, he yelled softly, because he found that he had swept the oil paper bag away from the cliff and disappeared into the clouds.
Meng Qi saw that the cliff was narrow and it was difficult for him to use his steps to the fullest. He didn't want to wait too long and cause changes, so after slashing out with his sword, while Zhenyong was in a hurry, he swooped over and directly pressed his chest against the opponent's sword.
The Zhengjie sword slashed through the monk's robe, making a crisp sound of gold and stone again, leaving a white scratch.
Because the full moon was shining brightly, Zhenyong had already recognized that the other party was Zhending, and knew that his golden bell cover was terrifying, so every previous sword strike was aimed at the vital points and the cover door. However, he did not expect that Zhending's sword skills were so weird. , I didn’t expect that his fighting style was so strong and brutal. He actually blocked the sword with his chest before he could change his moves.
Caught off guard, he had no chance to change direction.
Meng Qi, who succeeded in forcing a breakthrough, stretched out his sword and placed it across his neck.
At that moment, Zhenyong threw away his sword and made a gesture of no longer resisting.
Zhenhui stepped forward again, and with a flick of her finger, she closed several of Zhenyong's large acupoints.
Meng Qi was not careless and still put the sword on his neck, motioning Zhenhui to take out his belt and tie his hands behind his back.
Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, you are relieved now. Zhenyong looked pale and forced a smile.
Meng Qi said noncommittally: Senior brother, why would you do such a sneaky thing
After Zhenyong's acupoints were tapped, it was difficult to stand, so he sat down cross-legged, rolled his eyes, and said sadly: I am not as talented as you, Junior Brother Zhenhui, and I am not as talented as Junior Brother Zhending, who can make great achievements. If you want to learn To get a special skill, I can only follow this path. I don’t want to waste my life in Shaolin, forever green lanterns and ancient Buddhas, unable to appreciate the splendor of the world.
Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, for the sake of our good friendship, please let me go. From today on, I will change my mind and never do this kind of thing again. I will give you all the secret books I have obtained.
His eyes were red and he was begging.
It is indeed a secret book. Meng Qi smiled half-heartedly and said, "Senior Brother Zhenyong, I don't know how you, an ordinary monk, can get the secret book."
So, don't use your unwillingness to waste your life to deal with me.
Zhenyong's face changed, and he immediately sighed: Because Grand Master Kong Hui's uncle who was guarding the Sutra Pavilion had a hidden injury, which would occur at a certain time every day at noon. After I accidentally learned about it, I took this opportunity to record the secret book on it. But you can only go to the third and fourth floors, and you can't see the inner eighteen secrets.
So that’s the case, no wonder you made good friends with me and Zhenhui at that time. Meng Qi chuckled.
Zhenyong frowned, not expecting that his explanation would offend Zhending and Zhenhui.
Moreover, where did you hear such secret news? Just when Zhenyong was feeling uneasy, Meng Qi suddenly shouted sharply.
Zhenyong shivered all over, closed his mouth, shook his head and said nothing.
Meng Qi didn't want to go into details for fear of getting into trouble, so he said to Zhenhui: Junior brother, go to the nearby courtyard and shout for someone to come and help. Remember, everyone who shouts must know it, and you can't tell just one person.
When inspecting the temple, no signals are issued.
Zhenhui nodded and was about to walk outside.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, Zhenyong said in a deep voice: "Two junior brothers, do you know what secret book I just put in the oil paper package?"
Seeing Meng Qi and Zhenhui both looking at him, he said proudly:
Yi Jin Jing
Meng Qi was so surprised that he lost his voice. It turned out to be the Yi Jin Jing among the treasures of the Shaolin temple. It can turn decay into miraculous miracles.
Since it is not a body-level or location-level secret skill, the Yi Jin Jing has always been a secret book that can be kept secretly and comprehensively. How could an ordinary monk like Zhen Yong be able to copy it
There must be someone behind the scenes, someone who is more than you imagine.
How about forgetting this matter, I will share the Yi Jin Jing with you. Zhenyong's voice is low, like a goblin who is good at seduction.
Meng Qi didn't want to be involved in something that was scary just thinking about it, but he couldn't bear to part with the Yi Jin Jing, which was as valuable as Dharmakaya's secret knowledge. He struggled fiercely in his heart and couldn't hesitate.
Senior brother, senior brother, I hit the oil paper bag and fell off the cliff, Zhenhui said weakly.
Meng Qi puffed out and woke up at the same time. He was actually blinded by greed.
If he chooses Yi Jin Jing and lets Zhen Yong go, the person behind him will definitely find an opportunity to silence him, and he has no way of guessing who is behind him, so he can be on guard in advance.
What a pity. Looking at the misty abyss, Meng Qi sighed. It is said that the poisonous miasma below is terrifying. After countless years of accumulation, only a few living beings can survive. They are all first-class poisons. I am afraid they must have the ability to do outdoor scenes. , to find out.
Touch, touch, Zhenyong suddenly became devastated.
Meng Qi signaled Zhenhui to inform others quickly to avoid changes that he could not cope with.
Even the Yi Jin Jing appeared, this is really scary
Zhenhui got out and ran towards the nearby courtyard. Meng Qi looked at Zhenyong and paced back and forth, vigilantly guarding against sneak attacks.
After a while, Zhenhui's shouting was faintly heard, and Meng Qi felt relieved.
After waiting for a while, Zhenyong composed himself and made a final effort: Junior Brother Zhending, although the Yi Jin Jing fell under the cliff, I just read half of it and remember the content of the opening chapter. If you let me go, I will do it myself. It will be repeated to you, and you will definitely have the opportunity to read the Yi Jin Jing in the future.
And I will leave immediately, and no one will know. As for who to find to get the Yi Jin Jing, I will tell you when I leave.
Meng Qi curled his lips and was about to speak when suddenly a black shadow came out of the forest and slapped Zhenyong on the back.
Due to his relaxation, Meng Qi was unable to stop him