A black shadow jumped out from the forest, almost shrinking to an inch. Before Meng Qi could react, he slapped Zhenyong's vest with his palm.
This palm was unremarkable, as if it was done casually, making it impossible to tell the origin of the technique. However, Zhenyong's acupoints were sealed and his hands were tied. There was no way or time to make any effective response. His eyes widened and his mouth opened. Zhang, spraying blood mist, fell to the ground softly, with a look of astonishment on his face.
The master Meng Qi, who was definitely in the awakening stage, had his pupils contracted. He initially judged this from the body movements of the man in black. At the same time, he raised his sword and assumed a desperate posture.
Defense cannot be defended. Only when the man in black understands that he is difficult to deal with, dares to risk his life, and cannot solve the problem in a hurry, will he worry about the other monks summoned by Zhenhui and retreat when he sees difficulties.
This figure was wearing night clothes, with only his nostrils and a pair of eyes exposed. After beating Zhenyong to death, he kept running towards Meng Qi without hesitation. He raised his right palm and turned the sky over. His moves were simple and solemn. , there is a faint feeling of enveloping the heaven and earth.
Meng Qi felt that no matter which body technique he changed, no matter which step he took in the various changes of divine walking, he would be enveloped by the wind of his palm, unable to avoid or escape.
What kind of skill is this
Wisdom and understanding, pure and solemn, holding the heaven and earth in the palm of your hand
Meng Qi saw that this was the divine palm of Buddhism. After practicing it to the depths, it was impossible to develop the Buddhist kingdom in the palm and suppress all things. Therefore, it seemed simple, but it could seal all subsequent changes in itself.
Faced with this palm, Meng Qi knew clearly that without mastering the true essence of swordsmanship, no matter whether it was the blood sword technique or the five tigers' door-breaking sword techniques, there was no way he could break through this blockade. Without the connotation of law and principle, it is impossible to step out of the dragnet, and the fourth level of the golden bell cover can only be hit by one slap.
After the man in black slapped his palm, he had no doubt that he could hit the unawakened novice in front of him. This was his confidence in his divine palm and his confidence in his martial arts.
Holding Prajna in hand, realizing the Tathagata in the heart, crossing the sea of suffering, the other shore will be pure
Between life and death, there was so much terror, but Meng Qi suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was enjoying the solemnity and purity brought by this palm.
Then, a flash of knife light lit up, and everything in the world was noisy.
This wisp of sword light, poetic and picturesque, reflected in the eyes of the man in black. His eyes suddenly became gentle, as if he remembered the dark fragrance, the soft words, and the Buddha in the middle of the night when no one was around. Knocking long and hard in front of me cannot bring back the purity of my Zen mind.
Then, there was a bit of pain in his eyes, as if he was guilty, as if he was remorseful, but without any regret.
Once the purity is broken, how can prajna exist? The palm gestures of the man in black, including the heaven and earth, have returned to an ordinary palm.
Unfortunately, the man in black suddenly woke up from his dream, but he was already facing a sword.
His pupils contracted violently, never expecting that this seemingly weak novice could perform such an amazing blow.
The light disperses and people retreat.
There was a deep palm print on Meng Qi's left shoulder, and a pale gold appeared all over his body, like turtle cracks, and the color was dim.
The man in black had a deep wound on his abdomen, and his squirming internal organs could almost be seen.
He covered his abdomen with his left hand, filling it with air to prevent blood from dripping. He raised his right palm as if he wanted to attack again.
Meng Qi lowered his shoulders and crossed his sword, once again assuming a desperate posture.
The man in black took a step forward, and his body suddenly arched even more fiercely. After taking a deep look at Meng Qi, he suddenly turned around and rushed into the forest.
After seven or eight breaths, noisy footsteps came from the distance.
Senior brother, are you okay? Zhenhui ran in. Seeing Zhenyong's violent death and Meng Qi standing stiffly, he asked with concern.
Seeing that there were many monks in yellow and gray clothes behind him, Meng Qi felt calm and said in a hoarse voice: Come here and help me.
I can hardly stand still.
Although the palm of the man in black was cut off, the momentum and charm were broken, and a lot of power was retracted under the threat of the sword, but it was an attack from a master in the awakening stage after all, and it still hit Meng Qi's left shoulder, almost knocking him out. The bell jar is broken.
The murderer was by no means a newly enlightened master, otherwise a full-strength palm would not have had such an effect. Meng Qi mentally judged the strength of the man in black.
He had mastered the fourth level of the Golden Bell Shield, and relied on it to reduce most of his palm strength, so he was not seriously injured. He just lost a little strength after cutting the Duanqingjing. After all, it is a peak-level sword technique for outdoor scenes. Meng Qi's performance was only at the level of four or five apertures.
Zhenhui quickly ran to Meng Qi and supported him. Among the monks who followed, a deacon monk with ordinary features carefully examined the cause of Zhenyong's death and then came to Meng Qi to observe his injuries.
The other monks split up and searched the area.
The palm is powerful, and the murderer must be a pretty good master in Kaiqiao. The deacon nodded slightly. Unfortunately, he had deliberately concealed this palm, so it was impossible to tell which secret skill it was.
This Uncle Master is of great importance. I wonder if Zhenhui has made it clear to you. Zhenyong conspired with the murderer to copy the Yi Jin Jing. Meng Qi said bluntly.
The man in black escaped. He was in the light and the enemy was in the dark. Meng Qi felt that he would have trouble sleeping and eating, so he had to make the matter as serious as possible in order to attract enough attention, so that he could find the mastermind as soon as possible.
As for the oil-paper bag that fell, let’s not talk about whether it can withstand the poisonous gas pollution. If you just tell the secret book that it fell, the Shaolin Temple will definitely send people to search. If you don’t tell where the secret book went, is it hidden
The deacon monk who asked about the Yi Jin Jing was shocked, as were the monks around him who heard what Meng Qi said. They had various expressions, but they were all equally shocked and unbelievable.
Yes. Meng Qituoli's condition improved a little, and he told the story exactly. The monks who came to the rescue were all shocked and shocked, as if the demonic land had descended into a pure place.
It's a matter of great importance. It's a matter of great importance. Xuanyuan, you go to the Bodhi Courtyard and report it. Xuanhua, you go to the Precepts Courtyard. The deacon monk in front of Meng Qi turned pale and gave instructions with a shaken heart. This was probably the first time since the establishment of the temple that someone had actually stolen one of the few treasures of the town sect.
After the two monks in yellow left, he glanced at Meng Qi and said: "Two apprentice nephews, this matter is very important. Please forgive me. I will search your bodies now."
This was because they were afraid that they would collude with each other and fabricate the secret book rolling down the cliff, but they would instead hide the copy of the Yi Jin Jing.
Meng Qi naturally wanted to show his innocence to avoid being suspected. Anyway, there was nothing about him that he was afraid of being discovered. Since he had to practice the Golden Bell Shield and the Blood Sword Technique, the secrets to the various magical movements were hidden in the meditation room.
Disciple understands, but, Uncle Master, please send someone to search the monks as soon as possible. If he can walk freely in the temple during the enlightenment period, he must be my Shaolin disciple, and the disciple is sure that he uses Buddhist magical skills. Meng Qi wanted most to catch the murderer, so he urged his disciple to hit him in the abdomen with his sword. The wound was so deep that it would be difficult to heal in a short time. He also asked his uncle to have everyone examine the abdomen of each monk.
The matter was urgent and we had to prevent him from taking advantage of the chaos and cutting the abdomen of other monks to confuse the public.
You, you hit him in the abdomen. The deacon monk asked in shock. He couldn't believe that a young novice who had just been a disciple for less than a year and who must not have awakened could hurt a master who was in the awakening stage.
When Meng Qi described the battle just now, he was vague in order to cover up his Ananda's breaking sword skills. The monks around him thought that the man in black was scared away by his desperate intention and the arrival of himself and others. Who could You know, he actually hurt a master in the awakening stage
Uncle Master, as things happen to happen, please search and inspect first. Meng Qi couldn't explain it in detail, and then added: Uncle Master, I believe that the man in black is the monk in the nearby courtyard. He must have heard Zhenhui's shouting and relied on his familiarity with the terrain to kill him first. Otherwise, If he had been lying in ambush nearby, how would he have given Zhenhui a chance to report the news
But he was wearing night clothes, and we arrived very quickly. The deacon monk didn't believe it. If the time for changing clothes was added, the advantage of being familiar with the terrain was offset, and the murderer had no chance to commit murder or escape.
Meng Qi guessed: Maybe he was wearing night clothes tonight to hand over the secret book to Zhenyong. After returning, he had not had time to change his clothes. During the search and inspection, he also looked at the nearby courtyard to see who was missing.
The more he talked, the more it made sense.
Amitabha, just do as he says. At this time, an old monk wearing a red cassock walked in.
The deacon monk quickly clasped his hands together: "I saw Master Wude, and the disciple immediately followed the instructions."
The old monk nodded gently, indicating that there was no need to be polite, then looked at Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and pronounced the Buddha's name: I have been offended.
He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air. The monks' robes of Meng Qi and Zhenhui suddenly swelled up, as if they were being blown by a gentle breeze.
Zhenhui, take me back to the road you just reported the news to. Wu De withdrew his right hand and confirmed that Meng Qi and Zhen Hui had no secret books on them.
Let Zhenhui lead the way, but they were afraid that the report just now was a cover-up for them to take advantage of the chaos to hide the secret book.
Zhenhui gave Meng Qi an honest look, worried that her senior brother would fall if she left.
Meng Qi smiled at him, moved his hands and feet, indicating that he had recovered a lot of strength, and then he and Wu De left the cliff together.
The other monks began to search every place between the cliff and the trees. They also extended their hands outside the cliff, groping for any gaps in the cliff, leaving no place untouched.
After a while, Wu De returned with Zhen Hui and asked Meng Qi how the murderer felt when he made his move.
Meng Qi honestly expressed his feelings. The more he listened, the more Wu De frowned, and said in deep thought: There are not many similar palm techniques.
At this time, the deacon monk who had left before also came back, followed by Meng Qi and Zhenhui's master Xuan Bei, as well as Zhenmiao, the disciple monk of the martial arts academy that Meng Qi was familiar with.
Zhen Miao's expression was very strange, including anger, sadness, doubt, shock, and disbelief. The deacon monk also had the same expression, only Xuan Bei, without any fluctuations on his face.
Uncle Wude, when searching the courtyard just now, the disciples and others found that Zhenchang had committed suicide in the Zen room, with obvious wounds on his abdomen, leaving only a suicide note. When the deacon monk reported and handed over his suicide note, he took a deep look at Meng Qi. He could actually hurt the strongest disciple of this generation, Zhen Chang.
Senior Brother Zhenchang Meng Qi was very shocked. He couldn't believe that a monk who had a promising future by following the steps would do such a thing with Zhenyong.
And is it suicide