On the other side of the concentric puppet, Meng Qi squatted in a remote courtyard, hesitated for a while, and finally hesitated: "Brother Xia, there is one more thing I need to inform you in advance......

"What?"

"That's right, since the end of the last time, I have been accepted by the Xuanbei Divine Monk, and now I have become a disciple of the abbot's lineage......"

"I see, it's okay, I still have a way to make you vulgar, but I just happened to investigate a little bit of news about your life experience, and I need to tell you now."

“？”

"Actually, the Xuanbei Divine Monk is your uncle."

Xia Qi's words were like a thunderbolt, which made Meng Qi's originally excited mood turn stunned.

"My uncle? Wait, wait! Please ask Brother Xia to explain my background specifically, I don't know anything about it......"

"Your common name is Su Ziyuan." Xia Qi paused, and then continued, "You were born in the Su family of the Divine Capital, the second son of the contemporary 'Shenwei Hou' Su Li, the son of the concubine Tang, and your biological mother Tang has now died of illness, and her brother is the Xuanbei Divine Monk......

…… This is your life experience, so let you leave Shaolin, I believe he will not stop you, but whether this requires you to be open and honest with your uncle, you still need to decide. ”

Meng Qi heard the meaning of Xia Qi's words, nodded lightly, and didn't ask any more, but he began to hesitate and struggle in his heart.

What is it to go? Or stay?

…………

In the next month or two, Xia Qi was alone, light and fast, wandering around the prosperous places in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, and did not rush to Qinzhou in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

After being busy for so long, he came back from that reincarnation world, and he had to rest and live a real life.

The red dust is noisy, life is fresh, if you go through it, but you only care about fighting, killing and improving your cultivation, that life will inevitably be too monotonous and boring.

No matter what happens in the future, it's good to see more local customs along the way, taste some local specialties along the way, and let your tired soul return to purity.

…………

On the other hand, when Meng Qi learned the specific life experience of the body that his soul was wearing, he also began to get entangled.

On the one hand, he finally understood why his master, the Xuanbei Divine Monk, would be so good to him, and the big stone in his heart finally landed.

And he suddenly found that his current life was actually quite good, not only did he eat and sleep, but he could also enter the relics stupa to practice, so that his golden bell jar cultivation progress was advancing day by day.

In the future, he can still ask his uncle for the exercises he practiced when he was the "Seven Absolute Hands", and with his guidance at that time, it is not a problem for his martial arts to improve by leaps and bounds!

But on the other hand, he really longs to leave the temple, and has been looking for an opportunity to escape from the temple, so as to live the life of the happy revenge in the novel.

The most important thing is that he really, really doesn't want to become a monk!

Meng Qi let out a sad cry, and after making up his mind, he no longer hesitated, rather than owing the master a favor, it was really the most important thing to let himself be vulgar first.

It's also vulgar!

…………

In this way, two months passed in a flash, and during this period, Shaolin was directly ordered by the first elder to close the mountain because of the terrifying event that happened on the day of Meng Qi and Xia Qi's phone call, and this letter sealed all the disciples in the temple to the present.

Even though the abbot who was rumored to have been attacked by the mysterious Dharma Body had returned to the temple safe and sound, he still did not lift the order, but only restored the travel restrictions of some elders.

As for a descendant disciple like Meng Qi, he can't go down the mountain because of mundane things, and his only hope for the temple can only fall on Xia Qi.

I don't know if Brother Xia can really take him out......

One morning, when Meng Qi was slightly distracted in the seminary, he suddenly felt the concentric puppet in his arms vibrate gently, and he hurriedly crept out, came to a secluded courtyard where no one was around, and quickly connected:

"Hello? Is it Big Brother Xia...... Looking for me? ”

"That's right." The mouth of the concentric puppet opened, and Xia Qi's voice sounded, "I'm going to Shaolin tomorrow, I want to ask you if you've made a decision before I come." ”

"This ......"

Meng Qi struggled in his heart, and finally he gritted his teeth, but still said resolutely: "Brother Xia, I have already decided, I will leave Shaolin with you tomorrow." ”

After saying this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and relief.

"Got it figured?" Xia Qi's calm voice came from the end of the concentric puppet, "Even if I have already told you about 'you' background, do you still plan to do this?" ”

"That's right." Meng Qi's tone was slightly heavy, he shook his head, and said frankly, "You know, we are a kind of 'people', if you stay in Shaolin all the time, it will be inconvenient, so although I will not forget the master's kindness to me, I have to wait until I have achieved success in cultivation before I can repay it as much as I can." ”

"And if I can be normal and vulgar, I will often visit the master in the future! It's not like I can't go back to Shaolin in the future, ahaha. ”

Meng Qi said it and snorted.

"Okay." On the other side of the concentric puppet, Xia Qi agreed to come down, and then stopped making a sound.

Seeing this, Meng Qi took the initiative to hang up the communication, only to feel a burst of liveliness in his heart:

I'm sorry, Master Xuanbei.

I'm not Su Ziyuan.

I'm actually Meng Qi.

But I bear the cause and effect of this body, and as long as I don't die in reincarnation and rivers and lakes, I will come to see you often in the future.

…………

The sky is clear, the blue is transparent, the floating clouds are dotted, and the Liantai Mountain is a good scenery.

There are many people coming and going at the foot of the mountain, forming a simple bazaar, and there is a memorial arch at the entrance of the main road up the mountain, and the book "Liantai Mountain" is written.

Xia Qi was dressed in white, with a slightly fluttering placket, a sword at his waist, and his hands behind his back, walking leisurely.

He didn't make a big fuss, but stepped on the steps and walked to the mid-mountain pavilion step by step.

The Shaolin in the real world was very confident, and did not send disciples to guard the foot of the mountain, to show that the mountains and forests were not their monopoly, they only sent two disciples in the Banshan Pavilion, mainly to inform the guests of the arrival, so that the guests could be greeted.

In the mid-mountain pavilion, there are stone tables and chairs and stone tablets, the first two are for visitors to rest, the latter stands on the edge, and the stone tablet of the "Vajra Prajnaparamita Sutra" written by the sixth generation patriarch of Shaolin Yuan Kong Shen Monk is engraved with small characters, facing the deep valley, each word holds a phase, all phases are not phases, but see pure.

At this time, the pavilion was not standing in the ordinary gray-robed disciples of the Warrior Monastery, but two Zhike monks in yellow monks' robes, and they saw a young man in white who was victorious in snow walking slowly on the mountain road, wearing a long sword at his waist, carrying his hands on his back, with a leisurely attitude and ordinary facial features.

After Xia Qi walked into the pavilion, the two of them clasped their hands together and whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, the abbot invites the donor to enter the temple." ”

"Please also ask the two mages to wait for a while, and after the juniors see this monument, they will follow the two of them." Xia Qi returned the salute with a smile.

"Amitabha, donor light." The monk raised one hand and pronounced the Buddha's horn.

Xia Qi bowed his head slightly, stood in front of the stele with his hands in his hands, and read the Zen charm contained between the lines, and his mind was calm.

"If I smell ......"

This row of small characters seems to be dense, but if you read carefully, there is no sense of dazzle, every word is swaying wishy, self-contained, without repetition, as if each holds a phase, in order to prove that all phases are not phased, Zen is eternal, it is worthy of being the holy place of Buddhism that often has Arhat and Arhat Town Temple.

At this time, these two Zhike monks also accompanied Xia Qi and quietly looked at him.

I saw that the other party's white clothes were sprinkled, the placket moved slightly, his hands were on his back, reading the Buddhist scriptures, indescribably calm and relaxed, the endless Yuanyu Yuezhi, with the long sword on his waist, and there was an indescribable swordsman style rushing to his face, which directly overshadowed his slightly ordinary appearance.

It's really gorgeous!

After a while, Xia Qi ended his understanding, and then they led him up the mountain road and headed towards the Shaolin Mountain Gate.

Xia Qi walked forward freely, and it didn't take long for him to see the yellow walls and black tiles, and the dark red gate, just like seeing it for the first time in the reincarnation world.

But now, the two gates are fully opened, so that people can directly see the square and the treasure hall behind, and outside the door stands a group of monks wearing red robes, the leader of which has two white eyebrows hanging down from his face, his face is pale gold, his body is emaciated, and he is holding a nine-ring tin staff, which is the abbot of Kongwen.

The middle-aged man standing behind him with a sad face was Master Meng Qi's Xuanbei, on the left was the first empty view of the Dharma Academy, and on the right was the first Wusi of the Bodhi Academy.

This is the most solemn etiquette in Shaolin:

The door is fully open, the abbot welcomes him, and the first seat is followed.

This is often only used to greet the most honored guests, and there has never been such a situation except for a few Dharma bodies in the past, when they were in person.

Xia Qi was a little surprised by such a grand encounter, and then reacted and arched his hand:

"The abbot is so courteous, the younger generation is flattered."

"Amitabha, it's the old man who has lost his distance." Kongwen raised one hand.

After a few words of greeting, the abbot and other Shaolin monks led Xia Qi into the temple, passing by several Zen monasteries and squares, and then heard the sound of warrior monks humming, they practiced Luohan boxing in the distance, and their postures were either formal or ugly.