The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Following the long breathing rhythm, Meng Qi’s inner strength starts from dantian, turns three levels, passes through the gate, enters Niwan, and finally meets in the mutton, the snow and snow fall, the rivers Return to the sea.

After so many circulatory cycles, Meng Qi slowly grasped the secrets of the “Shaolin Core Technique”, so he sank and opened both eyes.

At this time, Xuan Chi already, who taught the core technique just now, was nowhere to be seen, and the sound of fists and fists came from the quiet room.

Meng Qi moved in his heart, stood up, and waited to walk out of the quiet room and enter the martial hall.

This is not his practice of not paying attention to internal strength, but besides being arranged for patrols or missions, currently he can only touch the monk blade in the martial hall and practice the blade technique. As for Carry the circulatory cycle and increase the inner strength. You can wait until the martial hall is closed and return to the monastery.

“Little Junior Brother, go out together?” Meng Qi asked Zhen Hui casually when he saw Zhen Hui opened his eyes.

Zhen Hui has a ruddy face and a confused look in his eyes, as if he had just woke up. When asked by Meng Qi, he said in embarrassment, “Senior Brother, that hot mouse is fun, I want to practice again Core technique for a while.”

“Well, you are just laying the foundation, and strive to develop the dantian as soon as possible.” Meng Qi laughed, pushed the door of the quiet room, and returned to the hall.

In the left corner of the martial hall, there is a weapon rack, mainly long sticks and monk blades, mixed with a small amount of long sword and other things, and two deacon monks in yellow clothes stand on each side. To prevent accidental injury during monk duel training.

Meng Qi looked around and saw that Zhen Yong was practicing Arhat Fist to the sound spot, so he didn’t go up to say hello, went straight to the weapon stand, and picked a monk that had never been edged. Blade, weighed the weight, took a posture, and practiced slowly and awkwardly from beginning to end in accordance with the “Five Tigers Breaking Gate Blade Method” given by Qi Xia.

There was a deacon monk next to Meng Qi practicing the knife. He narrowed his eyes subconsciously and his eyes were electric. After watching for a while, he found that Meng Qi was practicing the most basic and common blade technique, shook the Head, turned his head, and continued to pay attention to the duel exercises of other monks.

Meng Qi used one move and one move, gradually forgetting everything around him, immersed in his own blade technique world, wielding a knife like the wind, chic and free, and constantly checking the secret manual to correct his own error.

I don’t know how long it took, Meng Qi sweated out on his forehead, returned with the knife, and savored the harvest.

“Huh, if you practice the knife every day to have this degree of effect, you can almost master this blade technique in a month or so.” Meng Qi sighed, inwardly happy, and then set his posture again. , Waving the monk blade.

This time, Meng Qi’s “Five Tigers Breaking Gate Blade” seemed rather messy, because his focus was already on his own footsteps, and the blade technique was just to conceal that he was practicing. Divine Movement Eight Steps” so as not to be discovered by deacon monks.

Half an hour later, Meng Qi, who has a good memory, has roughly memorized the footwork of “Divine Movement Eight Steps”. With inner strength, it is not difficult to improve luck, but, no Speaking of mastering, Meng Qi feels that he is still far away from the entry level. As if something is separated by a layer, it is hazy and can’t be pierced. At present, it is just memorizing complicated steps, which is of no use at all.

“It seems that you have to practice in combination with actual combat to find the trick to this pace.” After practicing for one night, Meng Qi was also exhausted, and after reinserting the monk blade on the weapon rack, he turned towards Zhen Yong walked.

“Huh, Zhen Ding junior brother, have you mastered the’Shaolin Core Technique’?” Zhen Yong half-arched his body, pressing his hands on his knees, panting heavily. Training makes him consume a lot of energy.

Meng Qi said with a slight smile: “Senior Brother Zhen Yong, you forgot that I have developed a dantian?”

“Yes, look at my brain!” Zhen Yong patted He straightened his head slowly, “Go back to the Buddhist room now?”

Martial Monk Courtyard has a room for two people. Meng Qi and Zhen Hui live next door to Zhen Yong.

Meng Qi nodded, just about to say to call Zhen Hui, suddenly saw a burly monk in front of him viciously crashing into another monk.

With a snap, the thinner Martial Monk was knocked back a few steps, both shocked and angry looking at the opposite side, but before he had time to speak, the Great Buddhist Monk who bumped into someone was evil Fiercely said: “You actually hit me? Mo Fei Xiang and I have a training session, well, let’s practice!”

The thinner Martial Monk’s face turned pale, and his expression revealed Obviously fearful, but he didn’t actually refuse, set a posture, and fought with the tall and vicious monk.

The result was no surprise. This Martial Monk broke the defense between two or three punches by the burly monk. After a fat punch, he staggered towards the gate of the Martial Palace with bloody nose and swollen face.

And the bully monk triumphantly waved his fist to show off to his surrounding companions.

Meng Qi looked stunned. It took a long time before he came back to his senses, and said to Zhen Yong next to him: “That’s OK?”

There are eight deacon monks nearby watching , He actually dared to commit malicious provocation, assaulting same sect and other crimes! And the beaten Martial Monk didn’t even ask for help! Where is the Shaolin commandment?

Although there is Jiang Hu where there are people, there are bullies and being bullied, but Meng Qi thinks about how Shaolin also has a good monk, it is a clean place of Buddhism, even if dirty things are indispensable. It won’t show up like this.

Zhen Yong whispered: “He dharma name Zhen Liang, he entered the temple three years ago, and now he has just Qi Gathering small accomplishment. He likes to use regulations to bully the weak in the martial hall.”

< p>“Regulations?” Meng Qi asked suspiciously.

Zhen Yong laughed authentically: “This is our Martial Monk Courtyard’s own regulations. Those who are in the martial hall must not refuse any Martial Monk’s request for duel training. After all, if you travel around the country Someone wants to take action to kill you, you cant say, I dont want to fight with you, right? This can be regarded as let us familiarize ourselves with compulsive battles in advance. However, the courtyard has also made a distinction. Martial Monk who is close to Qi Gathering great accomplishment , Are not allowed to enter here, and there is also a martial arts hall dedicated to them.”

“Zhen Liang grasped this point and selected the Martial Monk that contradicted him in the normal range. As for Hit people, this is a reasonable provocation in the martial hall, to help Martial Monk get used to similar situations and effectively restrain emotional fluctuations.”

Meng Qi nodded, it is understood that the reason: “Can Should the deacon junior uncle Senior Brothers know whether the duel exercise is malicious or goodwill?”

“I heard that Zhen Liang has a big brother in the Monastic Discipline Courtyard…” Zhen Yong whispered, ” So as long as they dont violate the precepts, the deacon junior uncle Senior Brothers all turn a blind eye, ha ha, Zhen Liang is a martial hall player.”

Meng Qi thinks of the struggling monk in the odd jobs courtyard. Guys, hey: “This kind of person can be included in Martial Monk Courtyard. I thought Junior Uncle Xuan Ku was a true founder!”

“It is said that Junior Uncle Xuan Ku was only responsible for The first few batches were selected by other deacon junior uncles. Hey, anyway, when junior uncle senior uncles pick direct disciple in the future, they will consider the normal performance. Zhen Yong has no prejudice against Xuan Ku.

Meng Qi reviewed his arbitrariness, squinted his eyes and looked towards Zhen Liang who was talking and laughing loudly.

“hi hi, what I need most is actual combat. There is no suitable candidate for Zhengchou!” Suddenly, he walked over.

The pressure of death in Reincarnation World made him unable to worry too much, and if he was expelled from Shaolin because of this, he would have fulfilled his wish.

Seeing Meng Qi walking towards Zhen Liang, Zhen Yong didn’t figure out what was going on for a while, but just looked at his back slightly blankly.

“Hmph, I actually refused to help me clean the yard.” Zhen Liang looked at the door of the great hall.

A monk next to him said with a smile: “He doesn’t know that Zhen Liang Senior Brother is good at you. He played the martial hall as a whole. Who can beat you?”

“haha , Normally I look at me kindly, so I think I’m easy to send?” Zhen Liang laughed.

At this moment, Meng Qi walked by arrived beside him, sent his shoulder off, and knocked him away with a snap.

Zhen Liang took a few steps back and looked at Meng Qi in disbelief. Everyday, he hits others and provokes himself. How dare Daoist hit himself today?

Meng Qi faint smiled and exchanged left and right hands, squeezed his fists, and looked at Zhen Liang and said: “You actually hit me? Mo Fei Xiang and I practiced against each other, well, let’s Practice!”

Huh?

The reversal situation made Zhen Liang dumbfounded. The companions next to him looked at Meng Qi incredibly. Where did this young monk come from? It looked handsome and pretty. No idea?

This is too bold, right?

Zhen Yong complexion changed, he was about to step forward to stop him, but suddenly remembered that in the afternoon, even the monk Zhen Miao had lost to Zhen Ding, so he slowed down and looked at the two with a smile.

“Damn it! Bastard!” Zhen Liang came back to his senses, full of anger, and only oneself bullied others, which time is it for others to provoke yourself!

He also learned Meng Qi left and right hands, squeezing each other’s fists, making clucking joints, and said grimly: “Okay, let’s practice! Don’t let you cry and beg for mercy, I will count Your junior brother!”

The eyes of the surrounding deacon monks remain unchanged, as if there is no conflict at all.

tone barely fell, Zhen Liang rushed to Meng Qi, take action momentum is big, power is deep.

After the half-stick of incense, pa pa pa, Meng Qi gave Zhen Liang who was lying on the ground a few punches, and in Martial Monk’s panic and dazed dreamlike expression, he stood up and patted leisurely monk robe: “You let me win, hey, junior brother, you have to practice more martial arts.”

In the previous match, Meng Qi was first familiar with “Divine Movement Eight Steps” “” and “Arhat Fist” were very difficult for a time, which made Zhen Liang very excited. It seemed that he was already wailing when he saw Meng Qi being beaten by himself, but as Meng Qi became more proficient, he was eager to stop and think about the harvest. With the help of Iron Shirt and the imposing manner of fighting life and death, he quickly knocked Zhen Liang to the ground and beaten him hard.

“Teacher…brother…” Zhen Liang gnashing teeth growled in a low voice, not believing that he would lose at all. Obviously, he had the upper hand before a few breaths. How could this young monk in a flash? He became a scourge, and hitting him with his fists was like tickling him!

Meng Qi looked down and looked at Zhen Liang: “Hey, the junior brother doesn’t seem to be convinced yet? Let’s continue?”

Facing this guy who looks like a bully than himself, Zhen Liang had to gritted his teeth, stopped talking, and slowly got up.

Meng Qi is proficient in Arhat Fist, and vaguely grasps the essence of “Divine Movement Eight Steps”. It is when the body and mind are at ease, he looked at all around, a pair of be eager to have a try Look for someone to practice.

Hoop, the surrounding Martial Monks are scattered like birds and beasts.

“Really don’t give face…” Meng Qi shook the head, once again looked towards Zhen Liang with bloody nose and swollen face.

Zhen Liang shuddered inexplicably, and ran away without even thinking about it.

“Zhen Ding junior brother, your external martial arts is really out of the ordinary.” Zhen Yong came up to compliment, and at this time, Zhen Hui also left the quiet room.

So, Meng Qi constrained the fighting intent and went back to the Zen room with them to practice “Shaolin Core Technique”.

On the second day, it was still carrying water, literacy, and practicing qigong. At the end of the day, Zhen Miao stood in front of Meng Qi with his hands on his back: “Zhen Ding junior brother, are you ready?”

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“Okay.” Meng Qi replied in a deep voice, stepping out of the team and fighting powerhouse, which made him feel stressed and excited.