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You know, Su Meng was practicing the Golden Bell Cover, which was known for its slow progress!

Zhen Heyi, who looked like half an iron tower, was filled with shock. Why did Junior Brother Zhending, no, "Mad Blade" Su Meng return to Shaolin?

It is rare for Shaolin disciples who have been expelled from the mountain to return to Liantai Mountain, unless they have finally achieved enlightenment, let go of the worldly world, and truly become a monk. But Su Meng doesn't look like that!
As for coming back for revenge, he had never even thought about it. Not to mention being ranked eleventh on the Human List, even if he was ranked eleventh on the Earth List, he couldn't go to Shaolin and cause trouble.

Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Why are you two brothers like this? I am not a monster."

Zhende took a breath and forced himself to suppress his inner emotions: "Donor Su, I wonder what you are here for?"

"I have something to ask my master, the Divine Monk Xuanbei. Please pass on the message, Senior Brother Zhende."

Meng Qi put his hands behind his back and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Zhende's expression changed slightly:

"Master Su, you have been expelled from the mountain gate and can no longer address Uncle Xuanbei as Master."

Meng Qi laughed:
"Brother Zhende, I didn't expect you to be so obsessed. The title is just empty, a coincidence of fate. If I call him Master, he is him. If I call him Divine Monk Xuanbei, he is also him. What's the difference? Why bother?"

His tone was leisurely, as if he was climbing a mountain to pay homage to Buddha and discuss Buddhist scriptures.

Zhende hesitated, turned around, and went up the mountain, leaving behind a sentence:

"Uncle Xuanbei is in seclusion. I will inform the reception hall for you."

It turns out that the master is in seclusion. No wonder there was so much noise along the way, and he has never come to see me... Meng Qi nodded slightly, walked into the pavilion and waited.

Inside the pavilion halfway up the mountain, there are stone tables, stone chairs and stone tablets. The first two are for visitors to rest, and the latter stands on the edge, with the Diamond Sutra engraved in tiny characters.

"If I hear..."

Meng Qi stood in front of the stele with his hands behind his back, savoring the charm of the writing. These rows of small characters seemed densely packed, but if one read them carefully, there was no feeling of being dazzled. Each word was written with ease and in its own style, without any repetition, as if each held an appearance to prove that all appearances are not appearances. The Zen meaning was profound and timeless, worthy of being a Buddhist holy place with many arhats and great arhats guarding the temple.

What's more, Meng Qi practices the invincible magic of Vajra to subdue demons every day, and is not inferior to the monks of the same generation in Buddhism. He is even catching up with the eminent monks of his uncle's generation. Therefore, he has some insights into the "Diamond Sutra".

At this moment, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shock, and quietly looked at Meng Qi. He saw that he had no impatience in waiting. His green robe was fluttering, with the collar of his clothes moving slightly. He had his hands behind his back, reading Buddhist scriptures. He was indescribably calm and composed, and his temperament was indescribable.

Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past. In the past, he had a sparring match with Junior Brother Zhending. He was overwhelmed by his momentum and frightened to the point that his legs went limp. As a result, he had all his strength but was unable to use it, and was defeated easily and decisively.

At that time, I thought that Junior Brother Zhending had an extraordinary talent in martial arts and would achieve great things in the future. Who knew that this "future" would come so quickly. In just a few years, he had surpassed Senior Brothers Zhenben and Zhenmiao, and made a great name for himself in the martial arts world. He was ranked eleventh on the Human List, almost on par with Junior Uncle Xuanzhen!
Looking at his demeanor now, he truly has the bearing of a master.

Meng Qi savored the Zen meaning contained in the Buddhist scriptures on the stone tablet, his mind was peaceful, and he thought of the sixth generation patriarch of Shaolin who had carved this stone tablet in the past, the divine monk Yuankong who had attained the golden body of Arhat.

The mountain breeze blew, making his green robe rustle, but it did not cause any irritability or anxiety.

Zhenhe was not familiar with Mengqi and had no words to say, so he had to stay by their side and wait for Zhende to come back.

Not long after, Zhen De returned with a receptionist wearing a yellow monk's robe.

"Amitabha, why did Master Su come to see Junior Brother Xuanbei?"

The receptionist raised one hand and chanted the Buddha's name. He was a monk from the Xuan generation.

When they approached, Meng Qi turned away from the stone tablet and said with a smile:
"Master, does it mean that if an old friend comes to visit, it must be for something important?"

The receptionist often dealt with outsiders, so he didn't care about his name and laughed:

"Normally, no need, but Junior Brother Xuanbei is in seclusion. If Master Su has important business to attend to, I will have to consider alerting him in advance. If it is just to reminisce about the past, then Master Su, please come again next time."

"I wonder if Junior Brother Zhenhui is in seclusion?"

Meng Qi then turned to ask about Zhenhui. Calculating the time, he should have come out of his facing-the-wall position a long time ago.

The monk in charge of reception knew about Meng Qi's dispute with the temple, and knew that he would ask Zhen Hui, so he said without hesitation:

"Junior Brother Zhenhui has just come out of the wall, so he won't need to go into seclusion for a long time."

"Then I'll visit him."

Meng Qi said with a smile, as if he didn't mind.

The monk in charge of reception nodded and said:

"Please, Mr. Su."

He led Meng Qi up the mountain path, and wherever he looked were memories of the past: that was where he carried water, that was where he almost slipped... A sense of vicissitudes suddenly arose in Meng Qi's heart.

After walking for a while, they saw a monk on the mountain road. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and was very gentle and refined, more like a scholar than a monk. He was the monk Zhen Miao who had taught Meng Qi at the Martial Monks' Academy and one of the two great disciples of the Shaolin Temple.

Although they are called the two great ones, in fact, there are more than two. New initiates have emerged one after another. Some have outstanding martial arts talents, and some are naturally wise. However, due to the short time, no one has caught up with him and Zhenben.

"Amitabha, Master Su, how are you?"

Zhen Miao came specially to wait for Meng Qi.

Behind him, at the bend of the mountain path, many gray-robed disciples were looking around, wanting to take a look at the legendary Mang Jin Gang, the de facto number one of the Zhen generation.

There was a monk among them who was particularly eye-catching, because he was the only one wearing a yellow robe, had slightly narrow eyes, and had a sinister temperament. He was also an acquaintance of Meng Qi, the monk Xuankong from the Discipline Academy.

Could it be that he wanted to instigate a competition between me and Zhen Miao? Zhen Miao is a very competitive person, and at that time he couldn't help but compete with me who hadn't figured it out yet... Meng Qi thought speculatively, and smiled back:

"Junior brother is not only fine, but also better than before. Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother Zhenmiao."

Zhen Miao took a deep breath:

"That's great. I still remember the events of the Martial Monk Academy vividly. Who would have thought that Master Su has become famous all over the world? I wonder if you could give me some guidance today?"

He had not yet gone down the mountain to travel, and had heard all the things going on in the martial arts world. His exchanges with the Xuan-generation masters in his sect were basically just a brief mention, and he had been eager to test the weight of the masters on the human list and find out the gap between himself and them.

In his opinion, he was also close to the Seven Apertures and had mastered two external scenes of the Moka Finger. There should be no essential difference between him and Su Meng and Qing Yu who also had the Seven Apertures. If it were not for the complete mastery of one of the scenes, he would have passed through the Bronze Man Lane and gone down the mountain to see more.

Xuan Kong stared at the two men intently, his sinister eyes revealing expectation. He did not expect Zhen Miao, who had no real experience in life-and-death combat, to defeat Su Meng. He just wanted to kill his arrogance so that he would not become arrogant and make others unhappy.

Meng Qi could probably grasp their emotions, so he didn't care and chuckled:
"I have always regretted not being able to see my senior brother's Mo-ke Finger at the Martial Monks' Academy in the past. Today I have made up for it." He is a guest coming from afar, and no one can force him to compete if he doesn't want to.

Zhen Miao said seriously:
"I have mastered seven unique skills, but I only have the Moka Finger and a reed to cross the river. Mr. Su, please."

As the host, you naturally have to let the guests make the first move.

Meng Qi smiled and shook his head:

"Brother, please."

How could a master who is about to be in the top ten of the human rankings make the first move during a sparring match?
Zhen Miao had a strong desire to win, so after a moment's hesitation, he just went with the flow, raised his right hand, and his body floated like a piece of cotton wool in the wind, then put his two fingers together and pointed at Meng Qi.

This finger suddenly filled Meng Qi's entire vision. It was the biggest, the most numerous, and the most powerful. The whizzing wind from the fingers came from every angle, unpredictable and irregular. The moves were like an antelope hanging on a horn, leaving no trace.

The finger wind keeps accumulating, and it feels like the earth is shaking!
He used outdoor moves at the beginning... Meng Qi smiled and drew his sword leisurely. The sword's moves were round and contained the void. Most of the finger winds were thrown directly into it.

With a swing of the sword, Meng Qi moved forward with the momentum of the sword, as if the distance could be shrunk into an inch. He immediately passed through the encirclement of the finger wind and approached Zhen Miao. Then he dispersed his whole body and slashed out with the long sword in the air.

Seeing Meng Qi dodge his special move, Zhen Miao's face changed slightly, and he pointed his fingers at the blade, trying to block it.

But the light of the knife was like a lamp in the mortal world, igniting all the desires in his heart. His competitive spirit burned fiercely, and he slowed down his attack.

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After the "Thunder Blade" broke through the defense, it was directly retracted. Meng Qi said leisurely:
"Good fingering, but the timing is wrong."

The way to fight is not to just use killing moves or trump cards. If the timing is not right, it is easy to be dodged and the effort will be wasted. Therefore, when Meng Qi and Qing Yu fought, they used swordsmanship, and only after seizing the flaws and opportunities did they use their ultimate moves to seize the chance of winning. Therefore, in front of the Mountain God Temple, after Luohun Xiao died, the Flame Demon did not choose his trump card when facing Meng Qi who was rushing towards him, because Meng Qi's body movements were changing like a dream, and the distance was far, so he would be dodged if he was not careful. When he was suppressed by Meng Qi, he could not find any chance to use outdoor moves.

When Meng Qi faced An Guoxie for the first time, he did not use "Duan Qingjing" in a hurry, but wisely used the illusion technique to deceive him first, and then made his move after finding a good opportunity.

There is still too little real combat experience. The special move of raising your hand is only useful when you are winning by force or attacking suddenly...

He was stunned at first, as if he was trapped in a nightmare, and couldn't believe that he was defeated so quickly. After hearing what Meng Qi said, he was slightly relieved and looked thoughtful: "Thank you, Master Su, for your advice."

He was so eager to win that he forgot about the teachings of his teachers. He felt that what he learned from books was superficial.

The monks of the Zhen generation had different expressions, all revealing disbelief. In just two moves, Senior Brother Zhen Miao was defeated... Did Zhen Ding finally get it?

At this time, Xuan Kong snorted coldly: "Ananda's sword technique of breaking precepts is still using Shaolin magic skills, what kind of ability is that..."

Meng Qi laughed and strode forward. He raised his sword and followed the sword's momentum. In a breath he was in front of Xuan Kong.

The knife fell extremely slowly, but it contained countless changes. Each change was as fast as an afterimage, as if blocking every position for Xuankong to dodge and every possible response!
Xuankong had a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, as if he was trapped in a terrifying dream that he couldn't escape from, unable to find a way to escape or defend himself. When the knife was in front of him, he barely raised his palms, his hands were glowing light golden, and he slapped the long knife down with force and power.

Changes occurred, the long sword went straight through his palms and landed in front of his forehead, Xuankong's legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Meng Qi sheathed his sword and laughed:

"Uncle Xuankong, this sword is not a Shaolin magic skill."

His green robe moved slightly, and the long sword on his waist, without looking back, he crossed Xuankong and climbed up the stairs with laughter.

In the past, Xuan Kong could easily suppress me regardless of my strength and status, but now he can't even take a blow from me...

Looking at his unrestrained and uninhibited back, the monks of the Zhen generation actually felt a feeling of yearning and admiration.

As soon as he arrived outside the temple gate, Meng Qi saw a gray-robed figure running out, speaking in a familiar voice without any unfamiliarity:

"Brother, you're back? Tell me about the battles with the Guardian Sword, the Shocking Hundred Miles, and the Five Directions Imperial Sword!"

Oh my god, we haven't seen each other for more than two years. Wouldn't it be normal for us to have some estrangement and slowly get to know each other again? Junior Brother is really not a normal person! Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui speechlessly.

Just when Meng Qi went to Shaolin, business houses had gradually been opened sporadically in the Great Jin Dynasty. Shang Yi had great trust in Qu Jiuniang and other members of the Xianji team, and directly gave a projection of falling treasure and money to everyone who opened a business house.

At this time, Shanglou was not a force that belonged entirely to Shang Yi, but an alliance formed by gathering people from all major sects and families to join, using mysterious treasures such as Luobao Money as a lure.

This is Shang Yi's idea of ​​rapidly developing the commercial building. After all, in the real world where powerful people are betting on things, no one wants to see the emergence of a force that affects the balance.

Although the breakthrough of the Dharma body by "Dou Mu Yuan Jun" and others will affect the balance between good and evil, such a balance will not disrupt the chess game of heaven.

But if Shang Yi really built a commercial building as strong as an iron wall to dominate the real world, he would probably become a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh of many chess players in an instant.

In order to deal with Shang Yi, it would be necessary to cause trouble for Shang's father and mother, Ruan Yushu and even the Ruan family.

Didn’t you see in the original novel that Meng Qi only relied on the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, instead of building an impregnable force of his own through the All-Realm Knowledge Ball?

Shang Yi is actually doing the same thing, using the power of Luobao Money to unite many allies that can be united and enhance his own foundation without letting the chess players feel obvious crisis. By mastering such a balance, Shang Yi's business building will be like a fish in water in the real world and develop rapidly.

And quickly accumulate wealth, luck and various resources for Shang Yi!
Although the opening of commercial buildings did not spread across the two dynasties instantly, commercial buildings with similar decorations quietly reappeared in some important cities.

With the establishment of the business building, the luck and business philosophy gathered on Shang Yi are also increasing continuously. As the business philosophy evolves, Shang Yi's strength is also increasing. He easily crosses the second ladder and reaches the seventh level of the outer scene to become a master!
His seventh-level exterior scene not only possesses mysterious business methods, but is also mysterious and unpredictable as the myriad changes brought about by the "Freedom of the Universe"!
With such strength, the Dharma and the Dharma are further integrated, just like the substance, which can slightly affect the external Dharma and possess the business realm. The effect varies according to one's own skills and attributes, and the range of influence can reach dozens to hundreds of miles depending on the strength.

Moreover, Shang Yi's avenue is perfect, and what he lacks is only accumulation. Once he reaches the ninth level of the outer scene, he will be able to directly enter the realm of grandmaster and become a master of half-step Dharma body.

As more and more commercial buildings were built, some forces also took notice of this newly established business. However, as the commercial buildings were connected with the holy places of the Langya Ruan family, Xijian Pavilion, Huamei Villa and other aristocratic families, those with ulterior motives just waited and watched, wanting to know who was behind the commercial buildings.

However, they did not wait and see for long. After all, Shang Yi had no intention of hiding anything. In addition, the Dharmakaya aura left by the falling treasure money when the Dongyang villa was opened made everyone know that the real owner of the Shang building was the "Free Buddhist Son" Huai Kong.

He also has another familiar nickname, "Master of the Business Building" and "Qian Ke Tong Shen".

However, people still think he is just Huai Kong and don’t know his real name is Shang Yi.

The only ones who knew Shang Yi’s real name were the Ruan family of Langya, his teammates in the Samsara team, and the members of the Xianji team.

But they all tacitly agreed not to reveal Shang Yi's real name.

This incident also made Shang Yi famous in the martial arts world of Dajin. Not only did Shang Yi's personal strength reach the level of an external scene, but the power represented by Shang Yi was backed by the two major Dharmakaya forces of Huamei Villa and Xijian Pavilion, as well as connections with other top martial arts sects.

Such connections and networks are enough to make most people in the underworld wary and they will not easily cause trouble for Shang Yi for a little benefit.

At the same time, Shang Yi has a pivotal position in the martial arts world. No one will look down on him because of his age. Instead, they need to be careful about the power that Shang Yi represents.

As for the fact that someone will still come to him for this, Shang Yi is not incapable of fighting with them and showing his true strength! (End of this chapter)