The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Zen Heart Courtyard is the place where Shaolin receives guests. It consists of multiple courtyards. At this time, the big bare trees stand in great numbers and a thin layer of snow covers them.

Meng Qi waved a broom to clean the remaining snow in the yard. Suddenly, the door of a wing room opened, and a little Daoist Priest with his head in a double bun stood by the door and shouted, “Wu Na young monk, there are some in the house. Dirty, you come to clean it.”

“Okay, Benefactor.” Meng Qi gave a salute with one hand and walked to the wing with the broom, and the little Daoist Priest who still had a little childishness already arrived back arrived. In the house.

By the door of Meng Qi arrived, I looked inside and saw that there were seven or eight people in the house, each dressed in a different way, with various colors, which was more eye-catching than Shaolin’s monotonous clothing.

Hey, there seems to be a girl? Meng Qi didn’t dare to look carefully, so as not to gain or lose courtesy, but just hurriedly glanced at a girl in a goose yellow dress.

Shaolin of this World doesn’t seem to prohibit female guests from entering…Meng Qi carefully passed a few guests, intending to clean up the broken tea cups on the ground.

Suddenly, a foot stretched out from somewhere, just in front of Meng Qi’s feet.

Meng Qi there’s not enough time retracted his legs and stumbled on it, only to feel that his body’s center of gravity was lost, and he stumbled forward.

In astonishment, Meng Qi vaguely saw that the person trying to trip him was the little Daoist Priest who was holding the double-headed bun just now. His five senses were profound, and the most attracting attention was the pair of ass. If the thick black eyebrows of the two flying knives, at this moment, he didn’t even look at Meng Qi, his eyes were staring at Meng Qi’s front.

Meng Qi is waving his arms, trying to keep his balance and prevent falling, but the little Daoist Priest has a good grasp of the timing of his feet, so that he can never recover his center of gravity, and can only see the ground more sadly. Coming closer, I imagined in my mind the miserable appearance of falling into a dog gnawing shit.

At this moment, a touch of goose yellow came into Meng Qis eyes, and then, a long sword wrapped in a copper green heavy sword sheath, like a Flying Hong of Beyond the Heaven, appeared inexplicably and gently touched Meng Qi’s chest.

This long sword exerts very light force. Meng Qi can hardly feel the pain, but its angle strength is just right, so Meng Qi stopped the downward trend and restored the balance.

Meng Qi lifts the head a little dazedly, and happened to see a bright and incomprehensible face, her brows and big eyes, her black hair was simply rolled up and softly draped, and she wore a goose-yellow dress. The skirt is about 16-17 years old, but there is no immature color.

Her pink lips are slightly open, and her voice is as clear as an oriole: “Profound Heaven Sect self-named Celestial Emperor Dao Lineage, is this Dao Lineage who bullies little children?”

Huh, then The little Daoist Priest of Profound Heaven Sect didn’t answer, just snorted gently.

The girl turned her head and looked towards Meng Qi, and suddenly laughed, two pear vortices appeared on her lips, which made her look very sweet: “young monk, leave the bad person alone, he just wants to lend you Try my sword technique.”

Speaking of which, she gently squeezed her mouth and raised her head slightly: “But even if I let him see my sword technique, what about it?”< /p>

She didn’t say it straight, but Meng Qi felt a pride and confidence in her own strength.

“many thanks girl for help.” Meng Qi stood firmly, and thanked subconsciously.

The girl withdrew the long sword, pu chi laughed: “You look like an Aristocratic Family Young Master, not a young monk. You should be called a female Benefactor.”

She turned her long sword upside down and gave a gift: “Well, my name is Jiang Zhiwei, Cleaning Sword Pavilion disciple. It’s really sorry to get you involved in the battle between us.”

At this time, Profound Heaven Sect’s Little Daoist Priest snorted again: “I just didn’t expect Shaolin’s discipline to be so weak, and I stumbled casually.”

His eyebrows were raised, matching the childishness on his face, a bit of aggressiveness.

“He is just an odd jobs monk. Would you like me to weigh the martial arts of your odd jobs and see if they are as strong as you?” Jiang Zhiwei said with a smile.

“You!” Little Daoist Priest stood up at once.

“What are you doing?” A deep voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Meng Qi looked back and saw a young man in a gossip gown walked in with his hands in his hands. He had long eyebrows into his temples, a straight nose, and both eyes had electric eyes.

At first glance, Meng Qi thought that this handsome and masculine man was in his twenties, but after a closer look, he could see from the eyebrows that he was only 17-18 years old. old.

The temperament is very mature… Meng Qi restrained the emotion of irritating Sullen just now, inwardly commented.

“Senior Brother Zhang, Qing Jing tripped this young monk to test my sword technique.” Jiang Zhiwei stated the matter briefly, without adding details while telling a story.

Senior Brother Zhang, surnamed Senior Brother, looked towards Qing Jing and said: “Since you are out of the mountain gate, your every move represents Profound Heaven Sect. Don’t lose your respect.”

< p>“Yes, Senior Brother Zhang.” The little Daoist Priest replied aggrievedly, but it seems that this surname Senior Brother is very prestigious in various sects young disciplines, and everyone in the room is silent, and no one speaks to Qing Jing. .

“I was too reckless.” Little Daoist Priest turned his head and said to Meng Qi, then quickly turned his head.

Meng Qi took a breath and said nothing more, just said: “Little Monk Zhen Ding.”

Senior Brother Zhang surnamed Senior Brother gently nodded and said to Meng Qi: “Zhen Ding junior brother, I am True Martial School Zhang Yuanshan, I am valued by my friends of various sects, and call me Senior Brother. I hope to forgive me for todays matter.”

Its my own martial arts… _eng Qi didn’t say this sentence, nodded, indicating that he would not take seriously such trivial matters, and then folded his hands together, declared a buddhist name in a low voice, cleaned the floor, and left the room.

“This young monk is quite spine…” From a distance, Meng Qi vaguely heard Jiang Zhiwei’s comment.

Back to the odd jobs courtyard, there is still a while before lunch, but Meng Qi feels distressed and desperately wants to practice exercises, but “Hundred Days Foundation Building” is already completed, and “meditation Qi Gathering” again Without the cultivation technique, I had to hide in the meditation house and practice Arhat Fist over and over again to temper my fleshy body.

During lunch, Zhen Hui and the others did not come back. It is said that they were arranged to clean the Dharma Courtyard. This is the place where various sects disciple will compete.

It has been arrived that night, Meng Qi only saw Zhen Yan, Zhen Hui and the others come back, with a look of excitement, and exchanges with each other endlessly.

“Starting to compete in the afternoon?” Meng Qi moved in his heart and asked quickly.

Zhen Hui nodded vigorously: “Well, it’s wonderful! It’s a pity that you are not here, Senior Brother.”

Zhen Yan slightly nodded, then sighed: “Their age is different from mine. If, but martial arts is ten times more than me, hey……”

constantly comparing oneself to others will only make one angry……Meng Qi suddenly came up with this sentence in his mind, and then curiously Asked, “Who is the final winner?”

“It was wonderful in the end, long sword, Daoist Priest…” Zhen Hui swayed his hands and stated excitedly, but his language organization was too messy, Meng Qi didn’t understand it.

Zhen Yan said with a slight smile: “The final battle was between the True Martial School Zhang Yuanshan and the Cleansing Sword Pavilion Jiang Zhiwei girls, hi hi, they defeated various sects and young disciplines. Including Zhen Miao and Zhen Ben.”

In the defeat of the two Senior Brothers who entered the temple together, Zhen Yan looked like taking pleasure in other people’s misfortune.

“True Martial School, Cleaning Sword Pavilion?” At some point, Xuan Xin walked over, “Hey, these two schools of young disciplines actually encountered enemies on a narrow road.”

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“enemies on a narrow road?” Meng Qi feels that Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei’s relationship is not bad.

Xuan Xin sighed: “Taoists have a divine art comparable to “Tathagata Divine Palm”, called “Truncating Heaven 7 Swords”, which has been lost for a long time. True Martial School and Cleansing Sword Pavilion set The foundation of up sect is one of them. The relationship between each other, hey, is similar to the relationship between Vajra Temple and my Shaolin. Moreover, the Cleansing Sword Pavilion only respects Dao Ancestor. If you dont enter Taoism, who is defeated in the end?”

“True Martial School Zhang Yuanshan lost to girl Jiang Zhiwei by half a stroke.” Zhen Yan quickly replied. He said this according to the evaluation of Dharma Courtyard Chief Kong Jian Divine Monk.

Xuan Xin was taken aback for a moment: “The little girl in Cleaning Sword Pavilion won? Wouldn’t it be another Su Wuming, hi hi, be careful and easy to break.”

The monks discussed this martial arts competition very late. After returning to the monastery, Meng Qi couldn’t calm down for a long time. Thinking of Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei like a giant amongst men, thinking about himself again, it was really irritable.

Outside the window, Mingyue shines through the thin clouds, reflecting a clear and shallow water scene in front of the bed.

“When can I leave the odd jobs courtyard and really start Martial Dao training…” Meng Qi thought about it, but couldn’t help it, decided to ask Zhen Guan and Zhen Yi for two years odd jobs Monk, Xuan Zang junior uncle arranged himself here, there must be his purpose.

“Zhen Guan Senior Brother, Zhen Yi Senior Brother, do you know how to get out of the odd jobs courtyard? Or have any specific requirements?” As long as the requirements are clear, instead of exists in one’s heart, Meng Qi thinks of himself Hopefully.

Hearing these words, Zhen Yi, who loves to sleep, sat up and laughed loudly: “After all my thoughts, I joined Shaolin, but for three years and three years, I was always trapped here. In two years, I have to be sent out of the temple. Nothing is done, haha, nothing is done. How can I face the elders in my family!”

He laughed harder than crying, with a cuckoo weeping blood.

“Out of the odd jobs courtyard? Humph, in the past seven years, I haven’t seen anyone succeed! Hey, Xuan Ku, that bald donkey is simply telling us to do coolies!” Zhen Guan gnashing teeth, as if you want to eat raw flesh and blood.

Hearing their answers, Meng Qi’s hopes that had just emerged were extinguished by a basin of cold water, and his heart was completely at a loss.

Zhen Yi and Zhen Guan made a fuss for a while, fell silent again, and fell into the “autistic” status again, while Zhen Hui’s breathing became longer and longer, and he was obviously already sleeping soundly.

Meng Qi looked out the window, unable to sleep, feeling like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to break free, feelings of anxiety, eagerness, frustration, etc. one after another.

I don’t know how long it took before Meng Qi fell into a dream.

The moonlight was like water, shining on Meng Qi’s body, as if she put a light veil on him, suddenly, his chest lit up with a cyan color, bewitching very much.