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"Scripture Pavilion?" "Zhenyong raised his eyebrows, and then smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, "Senior Brother Zhending, it just so happens that the Martial Monks will practice boxing after noon, why don't I follow you to the Scripture Pavilion and help you clean up, hehe, to be honest, I'm also curious about there." ”

"But......" Meng Qi feared that it would violate the precepts.

Zhenyong said with a bright smile: "Don't worry, all the monks in the temple can freely enter and exit the two floors of the Tibetan scriptures, I just don't have time in normal times, if you don't believe it, you can ask Uncle Xuanxin." ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhenhui ran into Xuanxin's meditation room with a whoosh, and Zhenyong was stunned for a moment.

Meng Qi smiled dryly: "Zhenhui is such a serious person. ”

"It should be, it should be. Vanaga laughed.

During this period of time, he often went to the miscellaneous staff house to ask Meng Qi for advice on literacy and sentence breaking, and often helped him and Zhenhui do some chores.

"Uncle Xuanxin said that Senior Brother Zhenyong is right. Zhenhui ran out and said loudly.

"Then let's get out. Jinyong laughed.

Located on a cliff in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a four-storey old building, standing alone and tall, and the birds will be very conspicuous when they are near.

Entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Meng Qi poured himself a glass of white water on the table, raised his head and drank it, this way is too far, and the autumn tiger is extremely fierce, and he is thirsty to death!

But Zhenhui walked to the bookshelf where the Buddhist scriptures were placed, pulled out one locally, and read it carefully.

"Hey, Senior Brother Zhenhui, what are you doing? Do you like to read Buddhist scriptures?" asked Zhenyong amusedly and confusedly.

Meng Qi also didn't understand Zhenhui's actions, poured a glass of water again, and looked at it while drinking.

Zhenhui's expression was very strict, vaguely revealing a little hope: "There may be peerless magic written in the cracks of the scriptures. ”

Poof, Meng Qi squirted out a mouthful of water, spraying Zhenyong's head and face, is this a martial arts fantasy story deeply poisoned? Or does he trust himself so much, he will believe whatever he says?

Zhenyong wiped his face blankly and looked at Meng Qi: "Senior Brother Zhending, what's so funny about this? What Senior Brother Zhenhui said is not impossible. ”

"Yes, this is still Senior Brother secretly suing me!" Zhenhui flipped through unusually seriously.

"Huh. Meng Qi could only answer like this, and then put away his funny mood and said, "Little junior brother, don't worry, anyway, we have to come every day, clean up first, otherwise we will be punished." ”

Hearing what his most trusted senior brother said, Zhenhui immediately put down the scriptures and cleaned the scripture pavilion with Meng Qi and Zhenyong.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the cleaning was almost completed, and just as Meng Qi was about to "flip through" the scriptures, Zhenyong suddenly covered his stomach and said in a hurry: "Oh, two junior brothers, people have three urgency, senior brother will go first to make it convenient." ”

As he spoke, he ran to the top of the stairs as soon as he slipped through the smoke, and the sound of footsteps disappeared in front of Meng Qi and the others.

Meng Qi didn't care much, and beckoned Zhenhui to carefully distinguish the classification and storage location of the Buddhist scriptures to see if there was anything worth paying attention to.

After about a quarter of an hour, Managa walked back with a pale face and clutching his stomach.

"Senior Brother Zhenyong, are you alright?" Meng Qi asked with concern.

Shinyoung shook his head: "It seems that my stomach is broken." ”

He also learned from Meng Qi and Zhenhui, slowly browsing the titles of the books in front of the bookshelf, and suddenly, he chuckled and said, "There is actually a boxing book of 'Luohan Boxing' here." ”

"Luohan Boxing, isn't this the boxing technique you usually practice, Senior Brother?" Meng Qi hurriedly probed over.

Zhenyong took out the book and handed it to Meng Qi: "Yes, I thought it would be upstairs, but I didn't expect to be on this floor." ”

Meng Qi took it and looked at it greedily, trying to memorize all the contents.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Zhending, do you need senior brother to guide you?" said Zhenyong with a grin.

Meng Qi was overjoyed in his heart, but he said uneasily: "This, is this okay?"

Not being allowed to secretly learn martial arts is against the rules of the temple!

Zhenhui also widened a pair of black and white eyes, and looked at Zhenyong with hidden excitement.

Zhenyong pointed to this boxing book and said: "Since the boxing book is placed in a place where all monks can come and go at will, it means that this is a foundation that everyone can learn, and it is not a violation of the temple rules." ”

"Hmm. Meng Qi was still not at ease, picked up the boxing book, and returned to the first floor, intending to ask the old monk who was in charge of borrowing scriptures.

The old monk's eyebrows were yellow, his skin was deeply wrinkled, and he looked like he was going to die at any time, and his eyes seemed to be napping with his eyes closed.

"Uncle Taishi, this boxing book is not misplaced, right?" Meng Qi asked cautiously.

According to Xuan Xin, the old monk of the pavilion is called "Kong Hui", and the abbot Kong Wen belongs to the same generation, three generations higher than Meng Qi - Shaolin is the order of "the heart is empty and the truth is not true, and the pure wisdom is deep".

Kong Hui's eyelids opened, his eyes swept Meng Qi with a cloudy look, and he said slowly: "Luohan Boxing is widely spread, and there is nothing special. ”

In other words, you can learn it yourself! Meng Qi thought in ecstasy in his heart, although this is a very ordinary boxing technique, it is better than nothing after all!

He happily returned to the second floor with the boxing book, and solemnly saluted Zhenyong: "Please also ask senior brother for guidance." ”

After that, until noon, Meng Qi and Zhenhui were both studying martial arts in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, only to feel that the strength of their bodies seemed to be condensing into a force.

As he wanted to go back to practice martial arts, Zhenyong hurriedly said goodbye, while Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked on the cliff contentedly.

Walking and walking, Meng Qixian's eyes were not right, and he was always staring at the abyss outside.

"Little junior brother, what are you looking at?" Meng Qi was puzzled.

Zhenhui frowned and said, "Senior brother, if you jump, will you get a peerless cheat or an immortal artifact?" No, I didn't see the immortal sword dance......

Meng Qi's expression suddenly stiffened on his face, it's over, it's a bad child.

Meng Qi thought about it, and saw that Zhenhui was so easy to deceive, so he said half-"save" and half-evilly: "Little junior brother, let's change the story tonight." ”

"What's the story?" "Zhenhui was excited.

Meng Qi said with a smile: "The story of Xia Yuhe on the shore of Daming Lake. ”

"Hmm, is she a peerless master?" asked Zhenhui, curious and happy.

"......" Meng Qi was speechless for a while.

............

The bright moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, the cold wind was bone-chilling, the paper-scraped windows creaked, and the miscellaneous monks each had an extra quilt, but Zhenying and Zhenguan were still curled up in a ball of cold.

Meng Qi was unaware of this, he sat cross-legged, his mind was calm, and he only felt that the true qi was ascending, converging into Jinjin jade liquid, deriving the nectar of the poplar branches, and filling in the corresponding acupoints.

As soon as this breath of true qi was filled, Meng Qi immediately felt that the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints around him were surging, and the true qi gushed out, and the main meridians were like being washed away by a flood, swelling open one by one, which is the so-called "qi full of meridians and self-opening".

It takes a certain amount of time for ordinary people to take this step, but Meng Qi's body itself has already completed the "100-day foundation building", and at this time, the qi is full of self-overflowing, and the meridians are unhindered, and they are all first.

Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that his whole body was refreshed, and he seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and understood that he had taken the first step in martial arts cultivation.

He resisted the urge to get out of bed and practice Luohan boxing, and let out a long breath, there was not much joy of breakthrough in his heart, first, the "100-day foundation building" was relatively simple, there was nothing difficult, and it was just a matter of course, and second, a few months had passed, and his Luohan boxing had also made it look good, but there was still no hope for getting out of the miscellaneous office.

Without breaking away from the miscellaneous academy, the more advanced martial arts, which can break through the magic skills of heaven and man, are absolutely impossible to touch!

"Hey......" Meng Qi's thousands of anxious and troubled thoughts turned into a long sigh.

............

"Really determined, the lecture hall will be suspended for the past two days, and you are responsible for cleaning the Zen Heart Temple, and you must not provoke distinguished guests. Early this morning, after breakfast, Meng Qi was called over by Xuan Xin.

"Distinguished guest, Uncle Xuanxin, I don't know which faction it is?" Meng Qi wanted to inquire clearly, so as not to offend the taboo of the guest.

Xuan Xin smiled: "The True Martial Sect, Xuantian Sect, Washing Sword Pavilion, Huanhua Sword Sect, Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Gang and other Great Jin Sects were invited by my Shaolin to send masters to bring young disciples to discuss martial arts, in fact, it is to give the talented young disciples of each faction an opportunity to compete and broaden their knowledge." ”

For example, the True Martial Sect and the Xuantian Sect are two of the three Taoist sects, the Washing Sword Pavilion and the Huanhua Sword Sect belong to the six sword-wielding factions, and the Qingchen Sect and the Dajiang Gang are among the six sects in the world.

"A talented young disciple?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously, after all, he was also a young disciple of the Shaolin True Character Generation, and he always had a bit of a heart for comparison.

Xuan Xin touched his bulging belly and laughed: "What are you asking for? Can you still compete with them? You are a miscellaneous monk who has just completed the foundation building in 100 days, compared to them, one is a toad in the mud, and the other is a phoenix in the sky, not to mention the competition, you don't even have the qualifications to stand together!"

His spicy ridicule made Meng Qi quite embarrassed, his blood surged, and his face turned red, although he was also in his twenties and had a lot of social experience, but after all, he was young and vigorous, and he still inevitably had a little competitiveness, and he was so despised at this time, and then thinking of the gap with those who were proud of the sky, it was naturally difficult to restrain the fluctuations of love.

Xuan Xin seemed to be unaware, and continued: "I heard that among the young disciples of the various factions who came this time, several of them are under twenty, and they have already stepped into the realm of enlightenment, and they are not expected to enter the list of people in the future. ”

As he spoke, he squinted at Meng Qi: "Why don't you go and clean the Zen Heart Temple." ”

Meng Qi gritted his teeth, calmed down, and walked in the direction of Zen Heart Temple with a broom.

Xuan Xin looked at Meng Qi's back, the smile on his face gradually faded, and only the corners of his mouth remained.