Zhenyong of the Sutra Pavilion raised his brows, and then smiled with his white teeth exposed. Junior Brother Zhending, it happens that the Wu Monk Academy does not practice boxing until after noon. Why don't I follow you to the Sutra Pavilion and help you clean it? Hehe, to be honest, I'm curious about that too.
But Meng Qi was worried that this would violate the commandments.
Zhenyong smiled brightly and said: "Don't worry, all the monks in the temple can freely enter and exit the two floors below the Sutra Pavilion. I just don't have time. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle Xuanxin."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Hui ran into Xuan Xin's meditation room with a whoosh, leaving Zhen Yong stunned.
Meng Qi smiled dryly and said: Zhenhui is such a serious person.
It should, it should. Zhenyong laughed and said.
During this time, he often went to the handyman's yard to ask Meng Qi for advice on literacy and sentence segmentation. He also often helped him and Zhenhui with some chores. He was quite forthright and good at talking.
Uncle Xuanxin said that Senior Brother Zhenyong was right. Zhenhui ran out and said loudly.
Then let's go. Zhenyong chuckled.
The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion is located on a cliff at the back of the Shaolin Temple. It is a four-story old building that stands tall and is conspicuous even to birds approaching.
After entering the Sutra Pavilion, Meng Qi poured himself a glass of water on the table and drank it. The journey was too far and Qiuhuhu was extremely ferocious. He was dying of thirst.
But Zhenhui walked to the bookshelf where Buddhist scriptures were placed, pulled out one book after another, and read through them carefully.
Hey, Junior Brother Zhenhui, what are you doing? You like to read Buddhist scriptures? Zhenyong asked amusedly and confused.
Meng Qi didn't understand Zhenhui's behavior, so he poured another glass of water and looked over while drinking.
Zhenhui's expression was very serious, and there was a hint of hope: there might be some unparalleled magical power written in the cracks of the scriptures.
Poof, Meng Qi spurted out a mouthful of water, all over Zhenyong's head and face. Was this guy deeply poisoned by martial arts and fantasy stories? Or did he trust himself so much that he would believe whatever he said
Zhenyong wiped his face blankly and looked at Meng Qi: Junior Brother Zhending, what’s so funny about this? What Junior Brother Zhenhui said is not impossible.
Yes, this is what my senior brother secretly told me. Zhenhui was reading it extremely seriously.
hehe. Meng Qi could only answer like this, and then he put away his funny mood and said, Junior brother, don't worry, we have to come here every day anyway, clean up first, otherwise we will be punished.
Hearing what her most trusted senior brother said, Zhenhui immediately put down the scriptures and cleaned the scripture collection pavilion with Meng Qi Zhenyong.
At three quarters of noon, the cleaning was almost completed. Just as Meng Qi was about to look through the scriptures, Zhenyong suddenly held his stomach and said angrily: Oh, two junior brothers, there are three emergencies. Senior brother, go ahead and take care of yourself.
As he spoke, he ran to the stairs in a flash, making a stomping sound of footsteps, and disappeared in front of Meng Qi and the other two.
Meng Qi didn't care much and asked Zhenhui to carefully identify the classification and storage locations of Buddhist scriptures to see if there was anything worthy of attention.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zhenyong came back with a pale face and clutching his stomach.
Senior Brother Zhenyong, are you okay? Meng Qi asked with concern.
Zhenyong shook his head: It seems that he has a bad stomach.
He also followed Meng Qi and Zhen Hui's example and slowly browsed the titles of books in front of the bookshelf. Suddenly, he chuckled and said: There is actually a boxing manual of Luohan Quan here.
Arhat Boxing is not the boxing technique you usually practice, senior fellow apprentices. Meng Qi quickly put his head over.
Zhenyong took out the book and handed it to Meng Qi: Yes, I thought it would be upstairs, but I didn’t expect it to be on this floor.
Meng Qi took it and looked through it greedily, trying to memorize all the contents inside.
Hehe, Junior Brother Zhending, do you need any advice from Senior Brother? Zhenyong said with a smile.
Meng Qi was overjoyed, but felt uneasy and said: This, is this okay
It is against the temple rules to secretly learn martial arts without permission.
Zhen Hui also widened her black and white eyes, looking at Zhen Yong with implicit excitement.
Zhenyong pointed to the boxing book and said: Since the boxing book is placed in a place where all monks can come and borrow it at will, it means that it is a foundation that everyone can learn, and it does not violate the temple rules.
Um. Meng Qi was still worried, so he picked up the boxing manual and returned to the first floor, intending to ask the old monk in charge of borrowing scriptures.
The old monk's eyebrows were withered and yellow, his skin was deeply wrinkled, and he looked like he might die at any moment. He was taking a nap with his eyes closed.
Grand Master, did you put this boxing book in the wrong place? Meng Qi asked carefully.
According to Xuan Xin, the old monk who guards the pavilion, whose name is Kong Hui, belongs to the same generation as Abbot Kong Wen, and is three generations higher than Meng Qi in Shaolin. He has an empty heart, no mystery, and deep pure wisdom.
Kong Hui opened her eyelids, glanced at Meng Qi with cloudy eyes, and said slowly: Arhat Quan is widely circulated, there is nothing special about it.
In other words, he can learn from Meng Qi, thinking ecstatically in his heart. Although this is a very ordinary boxing technique, it is still better than nothing at all.
He happily returned to the second floor with the boxing manual and solemnly saluted Zhenyong: Please also ask for advice from senior brother.
After that, until noon, Meng Qi and Zhenhui were practicing martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion, and they felt that their strength seemed to be condensed into one.
Since he had to go back to practice martial arts, Zhenyong hurriedly said goodbye, while Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked contentedly on the cliff.
As they walked, Meng Qi discovered that Zhenhui's eyes were wrong, always staring out into the abyss.
Junior brother, what are you looking at? Meng Qi was quite confused.
Zhenhui frowned and said: Senior brother, if you jump down, will you get a peerless secret book or an immortal weapon? No, I didn't see the immortal dancing with the sword.
Meng Qi's expression suddenly froze. It was over, he had spoiled the child.
No, we have to turn around. Meng Qi thought for a while and saw that Zhenhui was so easy to deceive, so he half rescued and half out of spite said: Junior brother, let's change the story tonight.
What story is Zhenhui very excited about.
Meng Qi chuckled and said: The story of Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake.
Well, is she a peerless master? Zhen Hui asked curiously and happily.
Meng Qi was speechless for a moment.
The bright moon in the sky was obscured by dark clouds, and the bone-chilling wind made the paper windows creak. Each of the handyman monks had an extra quilt, but Zhen Ying Zhen Guan was still so cold that he huddled up in a ball.
Meng Qi was completely unaware of this. He sat cross-legged and calmed his mind. He felt that the true energy was rising upwards, converging into gold and jade liquid, transforming into poplar branch nectar, and filling the corresponding orifices.
As soon as this mouthful of zhenqi was filled in, Meng Qi immediately felt that all 365 major acupuncture points in his body had a surge. Zhenqi surged out, and the main meridians seemed to have been washed away by floods, swelling one by one. As the so-called qi The full meridians open automatically.
This step for ordinary people takes a certain amount of time, but Meng Qi's body itself has completed a hundred days of foundation building. At this time, the energy is overflowing, and there are no obstacles in the meridians, all of which are initially opened.
Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes and felt refreshed all over his body. He seemed to have endless strength and understood that he had taken the first step in martial arts practice.
He resisted the urge to get out of bed and practice Luohan Quan, and took a long breath. He didn't feel much joy about the breakthrough. First, building a foundation in a hundred days was relatively simple, and there was nothing difficult about it. It was just a matter of course. Secondly, A few months have passed, and my Luohan Quan has become more and more impressive, but there is still no hope of leaving the courtyard.
Without leaving the Military Academy, there is no way for me to reach higher martial arts and magical skills that can break through the differences between heaven and man.
Meng Qi's anxiety and worries all turned into a long sigh.
Zhending, the lecture hall will be closed for the next two days. You are responsible for cleaning the Zen courtyard, and you are not allowed to provoke distinguished guests. That morning, after breakfast, Meng Qi was called over by Xuan Xin.
The distinguished guest, Master Xuan Xin, is from an unknown sect. Meng Qi wants to find out more about it, so as not to violate the taboos of guests.
Xuanxin smiled: Zhenwu Sect Xuantian Sect Xijiange Huanhua Sword Sect Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Clan and other Dajin sects were invited by our Shaolin to send their masters and young disciples to discuss martial arts together. Talented young disciples from each sect compete in martial arts and gain the opportunity to broaden their knowledge.
Meng Qi took a breath. These were all the major martial arts sects in the world that Xuan Xin had talked about. For example, Zhenwu Sect and Xuantian Sect were two of the three Taoist sects. The gang is ranked among the top six in the world.
The talented young disciple Meng Qi asked subconsciously. After all, he is also a young disciple of the true generation of Shaolin, and he always has a desire to compare.
Xuanxin touched her swollen belly and laughed loudly: "You ask me what you are doing, can you compete with them? You, a handyman monk who has just completed a hundred days of foundation building, are like a toad in the mud." One is a phoenix in the sky. Not to mention competition, he is not even qualified to stand together.
His bitter ridicule made Meng Qi quite embarrassed, his blood surged, and his face turned red. Although his mental age was over 20 years old and he had a lot of social experience, he was still young and energetic after all. A little bit of a competitive spirit, but now being looked down upon by others, and then thinking about the gap between him and those proud men, it is naturally difficult to restrain his mood swings.
Xuan Xin didn't seem to be aware of it and continued: I heard that among the young disciples from various sects who came this time, several of them are under twenty and have already entered the realm of enlightenment. There is no saying that they are expected to enter the list of people in the future. You Well, no matter how much martial arts you know, what special skills you have, but I, Shaolin, are also full of talented people, and the Zhenchang, Zhenbenzhenmiao of this generation is no worse than them.
As he said that, he looked at Meng Qi sideways: Go clean the Zen Heart Courtyard quickly.
Meng Qi gritted his teeth, calmed down, and walked towards the Zen Heart Courtyard with his broom in hand.
Xuan Xin looked at Meng Qi's back, the smile on her face gradually faded away, leaving only the corner of her mouth.