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The black shadow burst out of the forest, almost shrinking into inches, and before Meng Qi could react, he slapped his palm on Zhenyong's vest.

This palm is unremarkable, as if it is done casually, so that people can't see the origin of the exercises, but the true eternal acupoint is sealed, the hands are tied, there is no way and there is no time to make any effective response, the eyes are round, the mouth is open, the blood mist is spewed, and the ground is soft, and the face is frozen with a stunned expression.

"Definitely a master of the enlightenment period!" Meng Qi's pupils contracted, and he preliminarily judged this from the body movements of the man in black, and at the same time, he quit the knife and put on a desperate posture!

Defense is indefensible, only by letting this man in black understand that he is not easy to deal with, dare to fight for his life, and can't solve it in a hurry, he will worry about the other monks who were summoned by Zhenhui and retreat!

This figure was wearing a night robe, only the nostrils and a pair of eyes were exposed, after shooting Zhenyong, his footsteps did not stop, and he ran towards Meng Qi without hesitation, his right palm was raised, and he turned the sky under the cover, the moves were simple, the momentum was solemn, and there was a faint feeling of enveloping heaven and earth.

Meng Qi only felt that no matter what kind of body he changed, no matter which step he took in the "Divine Change", he was shrouded in the palm wind, and there was no way to avoid it, and there was no way to escape!

What a handiwork!

Wisdom is accessible, pure and solemn, and the palm of the hand contains heaven and earth!

Meng Qi saw that this was the palm of the Buddha Gate, and when he practiced to the depths, he could not derive the "Buddha Kingdom in the Palm" and suppress all things, so it seemed simple, but it could seal himself with a subsequent change.

In the face of this palm, Meng Qi clearly knew that he who had not obtained the true essence of the Dao of the Dao, whether it was the Blood Knife Knife Technique or the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife Technique, there was no possibility to break through this blockade, and the "Divine Practice" was also lacking in the connotation of law and reason, and he could not step into the net of heaven and earth, and the fourth level of the Golden Bell Jar was estimated to only be able to take one palm!

After the man in black slapped out his palm, he had no doubt that he could hit the novice who had not yet opened his mind in front of him, which was his confidence in his divine palm and his own martial arts!

Holding Prajna in your hand, your heart is like coming, you will spend all your suffering, and the other side will be pure!

Between life and death, there was a lot of horror, but Meng Qi suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was enjoying the solemnity and purity brought by this palm.

Then, a knife light up, and the world is noisy!

This knife light, picturesque, reflected in the eyes of the man in black, his eyes suddenly became gentle, as if he remembered the dark fragrance of the red sleeves, remembered the soft and soft words, remembered the middle of the night when no one was around, the Buddha bowed in front of him, but he could not recall the purity of the Zen heart.

Then, his eyes were mixed with a bit of pain, like guilt, like self-blame, but there was no remorse.

The palm of the man in black, which contains heaven and earth, is once again reduced to an ordinary palm.

The man in black suddenly woke up, but he was already a knife!

His pupils contracted violently, and he didn't expect that this seemingly weak novice could slash with such an amazing sword!

The light disperses, and the people retreat.

Meng Qi had a deep palm print on his left shoulder, and the pale gold around his body was flushed, like cracks, and the color was dull.

The man in black had a deep wound on his abdomen, and the wriggling internal organs could almost be seen.

He covered his abdomen with his left hand, and there was a layer of qi to prevent the blood from dripping, and his right palm was raised, as if he was going to attack again.

Meng Qi lowered his shoulders and crossed the knife, and once again put on a desperate posture.

The man in black took a step forward, his body suddenly bowed more and more, and after taking a deep look at Meng Qi, he suddenly turned over with a harrier and ran into the forest.

After seven or eight breaths, there was a noisy sound of footsteps in the distance.

"Senior brother, are you okay?" Zhenhui Dada ran in, and when she saw Zhenyong dead, Meng Qi stood stiffly, so she asked with concern.

Meng Qi saw that there were many yellow-clothed and gray-clothed monks behind him, and his heart was calm, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Come and help me." ”

It's almost unstable!

Although the palm of the man in black was broken by the "Broken Purity", and he withdrew a lot of strength under the threat of the knife, after all, it was the attack of the master of the enlightenment period, and he still hit Meng Qi's left shoulder, and he almost broke the golden bell jar.

"The murderer is by no means a master who has just entered the senses, otherwise it would not have caused such an effect if it was not a full palm. Meng Qi judged the strength of the man in black in his heart.

He practiced the fourth level of the Golden Bell Jar, and relied on it to cut off most of the palm power, so he didn't suffer too severe injuries, but after cutting out the "Broken Clean", it was a little out of strength, after all, it was the pinnacle level of the knife technique - although Meng Qi only opened four or five tricks when he swung it.

Zhenhui hurriedly ran to Meng Qi's side, supported him, and among the monks who followed, a deacon monk with ordinary facial features carefully examined the cause of Zhenyong's death, and then came to Meng Qi's side to observe his injuries.

The rest of the monks split up to search the neighborhood.

"The palm is strong, and the murderer should be a good master in the open mind. The deacon nodded slightly, "It's a pity that he deliberately covered up this palm, and he can't tell which peerless discipline it is." ”

"This uncle, the matter is very important, I don't know if Zhenhui has made it clear to you, Zhenyong conspired with the murderer to copy the Yijin Sutra!" Meng Qi said bluntly.

The man in black fled, he was in the light, the enemy was in the dark, Meng Qi felt that he would have trouble sleeping, so how strict the matter was, he had to say as strictly as he could, so as to attract enough attention, so that he could find the mastermind behind the scenes.

As for the "oil paper bag" that fell, let's not talk about whether it can withstand the poison and poison gas pollution, just by saying that the cheats fell, the Shaolin Temple would definitely send people down to search for them -- if not, where did the cheats go? Is it hidden?

"What? Yijin Sutra?" the deacon monk who asked the question was shocked, and so were the monks around him who heard Meng Qi's words, all kinds of expressions, but they were all equally shocked and incredulous.

"Yes. Meng Qi's condition was a little better, and he told the story as it was, and the monks who came to the rescue were shocked and stunned one by one, as if the demon land had descended on a pure place.

"It's about heavy dà, it's about heavy dà, Xuanyuan, you go to the Bodhi Academy to report, Xuanhua, you go to the Discipline Academy. The deacon monk in front of Meng Qi turned pale, and his Zen heart wavered and ordered, this is probably the first time since the establishment of the temple that someone has really stolen one of the treasures of the town sect.

Waiting for the two yellow-clothed monks to leave, he glanced at Meng Qi and said, "Two teachers and nephews, the matter is very important, and I ask for your understanding, I am going to search your body now." ”

This is for fear that they will collude in their confessions and fabricate the secret book and roll off the cliff, but they hide the manuscript of the "Yijin Sutra".

Meng Qi naturally wanted to show his innocence, so as not to be suspected, anyway, he didn't have anything to fear of being revealed-because he had to practice the golden bell jar, the bloody knife technique, and the secret books of the magic were all hidden in the meditation room.

"The disciple understands, but, uncle, please also send people to search the monks, and if you can walk freely in the temple during the enlightenment period, you must be my Shaolin disciple, and the disciple is sure that he is using Buddhist magic. "What Meng Qi wanted most was to catch the murderer, so he specially urged, "The disciple's ring knife slashed him in the abdomen, the wound was extremely deep, and it was difficult to heal in a short time, and he also asked the senior uncle to let people inspect the abdomen of every monk." ”

"The matter is urgent, and it is necessary to prevent him from cutting the abdomen of other monks and confusing the public. ”

"You, you slashed him in the abdomen?" the deacon monk asked in amazement, unable to believe that a young novice who had just been apprenticed for less than a year and had certainly not yet enlightened could hurt a master in the enlightenment period.

When Meng Qi described the battle just now, in order to cover up his Ananda Breaking Knife Technique, what he said was vague, and the monks around him thought that the man in black was frightened away by his desperate intention and the arrival of himself and others, who knows, he actually injured the master of the enlightenment period!

"Uncle Shi, if it is a coincidence, please search and inspect first. Meng Qi would tell in detail, and then added: "Uncle, the disciple believes that the man in black is the monk from the nearby courtyard, he must have heard Zhenhui's shout, relying on the familiar terrain to preemptively come to kill the mouth, otherwise, if he has been lying in ambush nearby, how will he give Zhenhui a chance to report the news?"

"But he was wearing a night robe, and we came quickly......" The deacon monk was a little unconvinced, if the time to change clothes was added, the advantage of being familiar with the terrain was negated, and the murderer had no chance to commit murder and escape.

Meng Qi guessed: "Maybe he was wearing a night robe tonight to hand over the cheats to Zhenyong, and after he went back, he didn't have time to change his clothes...... Uncle Shi, when you search and check, take a look at the nearby courtyard and see who hasn't come!"

The more he talked, the more it made sense.

"Amitabha, do as he says. At this moment, an old monk in a red robe walked in.

The deacon monk hurriedly folded his hands: "I have seen Uncle Wude, and the disciple will do it immediately." ”

The old monk bowed lightly, signaling that there was no need to be polite, then looked at Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and pronounced the Buddha's horn: "The old man has offended." ”

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the air, and Meng Qi and Zhenhui's monk robes suddenly swelled, as if there was a light breeze blowing on their bodies.

"Zhenhui, you take me through the path you just reported. Wu had to withdraw his right hand to confirm that Meng Qi and Zhenhui had no cheats on them.

Let Zhenhui lead the way, afraid that the report just now is a cover for them to hide the cheats in the chaos.

Zhenhui glanced at Meng Qi honestly, worried that if she left, she would make her senior brother fall.

Meng Qi smiled at him, moved his hands and feet, and signaled that he had recovered a lot of strength, and then he left the cliff with Wude.

The rest of the monks began to search every part of the cliff and the woods, and also reached out of the cliff, groping for the crevices in the cliffs, not sparing any place.

After a while, Wude returned with Zhenhui and asked Meng Qi how the murderer felt when he made a move.

Meng Qi honestly said his feelings, but the more he listened, the more he frowned, and muttered: "There are not many similar palm techniques......

At this time, the deacon monk who had left before also walked back, followed by Meng Qi and Zhenhui's master Xuan Bei, as well as the monk of the martial monastery that Meng Qi was familiar with.

The expression was very strange, angry, sad, confused, shocked, incredulous, all there, and the deacon monk was similar, only sorrowful, and there was no fluctuation on his face.

"Uncle Wude, when searching the courtyard just now, the disciples and others really committed suicide in the meditation room, with obvious wounds on their abdomen, leaving only a suicide note. When the deacon monk reported and handed over the suicide note, he glanced at Meng Qi deeply, he was able to hurt the strongest disciple of this generation, Zhen Chang!

Senior Brother Zhenchang, Meng Qi was shocked, and couldn't believe that a monk with a great future would do such a thing with Zhenyong!

And is it suicide?