Meng Qi suddenly turned over and sat up, gasping for air. He had just had a nightmare, in which he dreamed that his identity was exposed and he was slapped to death by the abbot who had obtained the Arhat's golden body.
Although he had never met the abbot, this dream was so clear that he trembled all over after waking up.
Suddenly, a crisp female voice with a hint of caution penetrated into Meng Qi's ears.
How could there be a woman in the meditation room? Meng Qi was shocked. He looked around and was stunned. This was his own meditation room.
This is a square paved with white marble-like stones. The center is empty, surrounded by a circle of statues of dragons, phoenixes, oxen, Pixiu and other immortal birds and beasts. Next to him, the Xijiange girl Jiang Zhiwei whom he saw yesterday is Zhang Yuanshan, a disciple of Zhenwu Sect. Qing Jing, the descendant of Xuantian Sect, looked around with doubt on his face.
Meng Qi struggled to stand up and looked at all this with the same confusion. He didn't understand what was happening. He was sleeping peacefully in the Zen room. How could he come here and meet these talented disciples from various sects? Could it be that I'm still dreaming
Suddenly, Qingjing's angry face appeared in front of Meng Qi's eyes. He raised his eyebrows and roared: What do you want from Shaolin? Do you want to become a public enemy of all factions
Meng Qi didn't understand what he was talking about at all, and looked at him more and more confused.
Qingjing, don't jump to conclusions first, check behind the statue and see how things develop. Zhang Yuanshan maintained a calm attitude.
Jiang Zhi frowned slightly and said: "The young monk is just a handyman. Even if this matter is related to Shaolin, he won't know it. Why bother him? Moreover, I don't think we have anything worthy of Shaolin's plot."
Qingjing waved his right hand angrily: Isn't this obvious? Shaolin heard about this land immortal who has obtained the golden body of Arhat subduing the dragon. Who can hide from his eyes and ears, and quietly take us away from him? In the Shaolin Temple, I really can't think of any other possibility other than taking it away from the elders himself.
I, I am not in Shaolin. At this moment, a timid man came out from behind a statue. He was about thirty years old, with a strong build and a rough beard.
Friends, please come out to meet anyone else. I am Zhenwu Zhang Yuanshan. Zhang Yuanshan was startled for a moment, then said loudly.
Senior Brother Zhang, it turns out you are here too. Two more people walked out from behind different statues. One was a tall girl with wheat-colored skin whose hair was tied up in a white handkerchief, and the other was an ordinary young man with a calm and serious expression.
Zhang Yuanshan was silent for a moment, and his expression became more solemn: It turns out to be Junior Sister Qi Xia from the Dajiang Clan. You also fell asleep and woke up here.
Jiang Zhiwei walked up to Meng Qi and said thoughtfully: She is the youngest daughter of senior Qi Yuantong, the deputy leader of the Dajiang Gang, and she also came to Shaolin this time.
I don't know Meng Qi and I can only answer honestly. Countless thoughts rolled through my mind, and I began to guess what happened to me and others.
Yes, but the position where we woke up was behind the stone statue. We heard someone talking here and didn't dare to come out to meet each other for a while. Qi Xia frowned and pointed at the wretched man. I'm afraid Taoist Priest Qingjing's guess was wrong. This is the incense master of my Dajiang Gang, Yan Wujiang, a descendant of Jiang Zuoyan's family. He didn't follow me to wait. When you come to Shaolin, you should still be in Maoling, Jiangdong.
Yes, yes, Miss Third, I, I just won a big sum at Maoling Tianzi No. 1 Casino, and I found a few popular fans to sing, but when I woke up, I was in this inexplicable place with Yan Wujiang’s face. of fear and panic.
Jiang Zhi smiled slightly, not knowing whether he was introducing to Meng Qi or talking to himself: "Wu Zi generation, and Zombie Fist leader Yan Wu Wo are cousins. They have such a high seniority, but they only hang out in the Dajiang Gang." I am an incense owner. It seems that there is a reason for this.
Qingjing frowned, walked up to Yan Wujiang in two or three steps, and asked: You are a bad gambler, you must be a liar on weekdays, how can you prove that what you said is true
He still insists on his opinion.
Yan Wujiang's lips moved a few times: You, you can go to Maoling Tianzi No. 1 Casino and ask if I just won 2,100 taels of silver.
Relying on the presence of the third lady, he gradually calmed down a little.
This was Zhang Yuanshan, who frowned and turned to ask the ordinary man who didn't smile.
Jiang Zhi took a step forward slightly, her beautiful eyebrows lightly knitted together: "Brother, I think I've seen you before, right? You're among the disciples of the Huanhua Sword Sect."
This man in green clothes and a small hat is in his early twenties, but he does not have the high-spiritedness and desire that should be expected at this age. His face seems to be wearing an iron mask, with no other expression other than heaviness. He nodded lightly: Yes Miss Mengjiang, please remember that Qi is extremely honored. Here is Qi Zhengyan, an ordinary disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect, who is accompanying us to Shaolin this time.
Zhang Yuanshan patted his left hand with his right hand, showing obvious confusion for the first time. What happened this time was really weird. There were future pillars of the four sects, ordinary disciples, incense masters with low martial arts skills, and even a sweeper. The handyman monk makes it difficult to see the criteria for selection.
Jiang Zhi pursed her lips slightly, wrinkled her tall and small nose, and said with a wry smile: I originally thought this time it was for the disciples of various sects who came to Shaolin, but who knew that Master Yanxiang was still there
Qingjing sneered: Regardless of whether the people present have anything in common, there are only a few people who can take us away from Shaolin silently. Kong Wen Shen Monk is ranked third on the Heavenly List. Even if he has attained the Pure Yang Dao I can't do this despite my physical strength and seniors.
He still pointed the finger at Shaolin, but he couldn't figure out why the other party did such strange things.
when
A melodious bell rang, attracting everyone to look towards the center of the White Jade Square.
Welcome to the world of reincarnation
There are endless dangers here, but you can also get everything you want from here
The loud and cold sound floated along with the bell, and Meng Qi frowned. It seemed that he might have seen such a situation somewhere before.
Whoever came out Qingjing put his foot down hard and rushed towards the center as fast as a galloping horse, but it was empty and there was nothing there.
You can call me the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation. The voice continued.
Meng Qi subconsciously looked sideways and saw Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan's eyes shining brightly, like purple lightning bursting out in the darkness, looking at the source of the sound intently and seriously.
Then they looked at each other and shook their heads.
Meng Qi's heart sank, couldn't they find the source of the sound
Qingjing pressed the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand, stopped there, and said loudly: What is your purpose of capturing us
The grand and cold voice said: As things turn around, you will experience one world after another, complete the tasks I have issued, and accumulate good deeds. Your good deeds can be exchanged for anything you want, whether it is peerless martial arts, magical weapons, immortal weapons, or life-extending pills. As long as you have heard of the heavenly medicines, materials and treasures, they are all here, and those you don’t know are also here.
And every time you complete a mission, you will return to your own world and wait for the next reincarnation to start.
Meng Qi's mouth was half open, like a carp lacking oxygen. Isn't this infinite flow? Am I not in the world of martial arts? This style of painting is wrong.
Qingjing, who got everything he wanted, sneered and sneered at the mysterious man's words.
He was born in the Xuantian Sect, which is known as the Heavenly Emperor's lineage. He is well-informed about the secrets of magical arts and rare treasures. He simply does not believe that this inexplicable Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation can collect all those legendary things. After all, some of them are in his own sect.
The Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation did not speak. A curtain of light fell on the high white jade dome. The top of it was written with the Peerless Magic Manual, and the first line below it clearly said:
Complete copy of Tathagata Divine Palm, exchange price: one million good deeds.
Everyone present at the Tathagata Divine Palm who had not heard of this peerless magical skill took a breath of cold air. You must know that there are two sects in the world's martial arts that use their incomplete moves as the foundation of their temples to represent the supreme. Tathagata's golden body
Meng Qi's heart became hot unknowingly, and he temporarily forgot about the problem of wrong painting style.
Then, Jiang Zhiwei read out the second line with excitement in her voice: The Seven Swords of Jie Tian, lacking the third and sixth styles, the exchange price: 750,000 good deeds.
Zhang Yuanshan's fists were quietly clenched. The two fundamental magical skills of the Zhenwu Sect were both derived from the seventh form of the Seven Swords of Jie Tian, Dao Destruction.
Qingjing was shocked at first, then laughed and said: If you are missing the third and sixth swords, don’t you have everything
As he spoke, his laughter gradually became lower. This way of marking what is missing is more convincing than writing everything directly. It seems that the things that are not missing are really the same.
Only the third and sixth swords were missing. Jiang Zhiwei wriggled her lips, and her bright face was blooming with dazzling brilliance, as if the pursuit of the Seven Swords of Jie Tian was her biggest dream.
The founding founder of the Xijian Pavilion also accidentally encountered the first form of the Seven Heavenly Swords to cut the Tao Jianwo, and created the Taishang Sword Sutra, a unique swordsmanship that directly points to the realm of the Tao body and the Dharma body. It can condense the Taishang Tao body, and Before he sat down and passed away, he expressed his regret three times in a row for not being able to see the remaining six styles of the Seven Swords of Jie Tian.
Meng Qi swallowed hard, looked down, and saw a familiar name again: The Complete Book of Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skills, exchange price, 950,000 good merits.
Qing Jing seemed to have forgotten his ridicule to the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation, and said to himself doubtfully.
Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan, Qi Xia and others all shook their heads, indicating that they had never heard of it either.
But Meng Qi was shouting crazily in his heart:
Eighty-Nine Mysterious Skills Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills
Many of the martial arts on the back of this page are legendary things that Jiang Zhiwei and others have heard of, such as the Demon Emperor's Code and the Human Emperor's Golden Book, the Phoenix Bathing in Fire Technique, etc., and they also contain some of the sect's fundamental techniques, such as the Seven Sections of the Jade Book of the Emperor of Heaven. Jing Taishang Sword Jing, etc.
Moreover, except for the middle volume of the Jade Book of the Emperor of Heaven and the third page of the Golden Book of the Human Emperor, the others are all written in full.
It turned out to be the whole book. Zhang Yuanshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and Jiang Zhiwei also pressed her right hand on the hilt of the sword.
As the proud disciples of the sect, they were naturally upset when they saw that their fundamental magical skills were listed here and could be exchanged.
Under normal circumstances, the various sects will never let go of those who covet their own sect's martial arts, and will chase them to the ends of the earth to eliminate them.
Meng Qi was not yet a qualified Shaolin disciple, so he did not feel deeply about this. Instead, he was shocked by the few martial arts at the bottom that he was familiar with, such as the Heavenly Demon Slayer, Huntian Baojian, Holy Demon Yuan Fei, etc.
The magical skills on this page have a minimum exchange price of 150,000 for the Yi Jin Jing and a maximum of 1 million for several peerless arts such as the Tathagata Divine Palm. It makes people excited to see it.