"Senior Brother Qingjing, did Xuantian Sect teach a disciple like you who bullies the weak and fears the hard? Today, the elders of Xuantian Sect are all in Shaolin, can they know what you are doing at this time? ”

There seemed to be a sword light bursting in the house, quietly catching Meng Qi's sudden exclamation.

Along with it, a female voice is clear, pure as a clear bottom-clear sword pool, but it reaches the core of the problem, and it hits with one hit!

"How is it possible, my Xuantian Sect is the right way in the world, it is passed on from the ancient Heavenly Emperor Dao system, how can I do such a thing as a disciple of Xuantian Sect? It was just an accident. Little monk, do you say it yourself, is this an accident? ”

"Accident? He's just a miscellaneous monk, why don't you let me weigh your martial arts and see if you're as strong as your "accident"? Jiang Zhiwei's clear voice was mixed with a little irony.

"You!!"

Zhang Yuanshan snorted a few times outside the door, looking at the wonderful and peaceful place in the outhouse, he couldn't help but show his face.

"What a group of young friends."

Back then, the people in my house were forced into the "Land of Six Realms of Reincarnation", and as a result, they went on the mission again and again, and they died and were injured.

There are those whose hearts are covered with dust, those who would rather bend, those who are hysterical, and those who soar into the sky and transcend the other side, rolling the sea of bitterness, and thousands of feet of red dust, nothing more.

But looking back on now, it is just a small farce between a group of children, and even the means of inviting parents and calling teachers are so rough that it is estimated that in the Shaolin Temple, the group of elders who may have paid attention to this scene are dumbfounded.

But who would have thought that this "little farce" of the cerebellum, which no matter which big man can't look down on, has become the incomprehensible "self-grasping" of many future supernatural powers, and even the biggest obstacle for them to break through the "other side" from the great supernatural powers of creation!

Self-grasping is hard to understand.

What a simple sentence.

The speaker has no intention, and the hearer has no intention.

But only when you really fall into it, indulge in the red dust, and indulge in the boundless sea of suffering, will you know how terrifying this sentence is!

The mystery of fate and the high will of heaven can make all those in the know shudder!

"I heard Zhenwu Tianzun say that the names he wanted to change before were all from the protagonists in the "Squid Super Diverse World Cluster", and one of them was from a multiverse called "Doom".

Like the world you live in, that universe is also a "heaven and ten thousand worlds" that is no worse than your own world.

It's just that the world of self and oneself has been shifted to the "Martial Dao" system dozens of epochs ago, and the "Destruction of Fortune: Heavens and Ten Thousand Worlds" has always been biased towards the cultivation of immortals.

After the cultivators of that world have gone through four or nine heavenly tribulations, and the five decays of heaven and man, they can reach the realm of "Da Luo" where there is no infinite amount of mixed elements, no catastrophes, and eternal freedom in endless time and space.

And the last and strongest calamity that prevented the cultivators in that world from advancing to the throne of the Great Luo Dao Ancestor was the last of the five decays of heaven and man, the "Dao Heart Failure". ”

According to Zhenwu Tianzun, the essence of "Dao heart failure" is self-grasping, and it is an immortal Buddha's obsession and prayer for himself at the moment when he first achieves immortal Buddha, which is a blessing and a curse. If they can't comprehend this, then their Dao mind will... deviated again and again, and finally in the failure of the Dao heart, it was never recovered! Come to think of it, it's really too similar...... Could it be that this is what Tianzun said, the evil taste of squid? Then again, who is the "squid"? ”

Zhang Yuanshan's thoughts at this moment, it is estimated that even he himself does not know where he was led, but he still came to the door of this house in one step.

"What are you doing?"

A deep voice suddenly sounded at the door, and it only took a moment to completely suppress the tense and oppressive atmosphere in the house.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Qingjing stumbled over this little monk to test my swordsmanship." Jiang Zhiwei simply stated the matter, without adding oil and vinegar.

Although Senior Brother Zhang is crazy, when he is crazy, he feels unreliable no matter how you look at it. But I have to say that when Senior Brother Zhang is not so crazy, he is still very reliable.

At least in the current environment, Jiang Zhiwei still believes in this senior brother in her heart.

Senior Brother Zhang looked at the little Taoist Qingjing with a depressed face, his sword eyebrows jumped, he was not angry and arrogant, and his face seemed to have a Xuantian black water atmosphere: "Since you are out of the mountain gate, Senior Brother Qingjing, your every move represents the Xuantian Sect, don't lose your dignity." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhang."

The little Taoist priest was shocked by Zhang Yuanshan's momentum, and immediately interrupted everything he wanted to say next, nodded a little aggrievedly, and no longer dared to continue to fight with Jiang Zhiwei.

The rest of the room was silent, no one spoke for Qingjing, and several of them even breathed unnaturally.

Xuantian Sect and Xijian Pavilion had a conflict because of a miscellaneous servant of Shaolin Temple, what is this?

It's also that it's really inconvenient for me to leave, otherwise who would want to wade into this muddy water?

It's not good to really do it now, if you really do it, everyone here will be hung on the beam of the house by their own parents after the fact!

"It's me who was too reckless."

The little Taoist priest turned his head and said to Meng Qi, and then quickly turned his head, with a reluctant face, but also a deliberate and rebellious face.

Meng Qi took a breath lightly, didn't say anything superfluous, just nodded, and then folded his hands together and made a Buddha salute towards Zhang Yuanshan.

When he was thrown to the gate of Shaolin Temple by the Su family, Meng Qi had already met Zhang Yuanshan.

It's just that the meeting between the two was not so pleasant at that time.

At that time, Senior Brother Zhang was crazy and pulled his arm, as if he wanted to say something, but in a blink of an eye, he flew out madly and disappeared in front of Meng Qi's eyes, making Meng Qi look confused, thinking that he had encountered a crazy road on the side of the road.

But now this stupid Taoist priest suddenly reappeared. Meng Qicai was surprised to find out how much a person has changed after changing his style, it is really like two people!

And look at the appearance, the prestige of this crazy path among the younger generations of various factions is not ordinarily high.

The senior brother surnamed Zhang in front of him bowed his head slightly, as if he had accepted Meng Qi's Buddhist ceremony: "Senior Brother Zhending, I am Zhang Yuanshan of the Zhenwu faction, and I am valued by friends of various factions, and I am called Senior Brother, I hope to forgive me for today's matter." ”

"It's just my own lowly martial arts......"

Meng Qi didn't say this, nodded, signaled that he would not take such a trivial matter to heart, then folded his hands, and whispered the Buddha horn again, buried himself in cleaning the ground, and exited the room.

"This little monk is still a little backbone...... In the future, I will not see you again among the new disciples of Shaolin. ”

From afar, Meng Qi vaguely heard Jiang Zhiwei comment.

"Hmph, hum..." followed by the disdainful cold snort of the Xuantian Sect Qingjing Daoist, which was also vaguely accompanied.

"Senior Brother Qingjing, you have crossed the ......"

Senior Brother Zhang frowned, as always, he was a little crazy, and no one knew what he had in mind when he said this.

Meng Qi lowered his head, said nothing, his palms clenched into fists unconsciously, and his steps accelerated unnaturally, as if he wanted to leave all this behind.