A mob of clones

Chapter 788 Meng Qi: Don’t look down on the young and poor!

Three months ago: “Life will be exciting in the future.”

Three months later: "Wonderful, really fucking wonderful, Buddhist swear words..."

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Time flies, and three months passed in the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed.

Meng Qi, or Shaolin Zhending, was sweeping the floor with a broom, feeling somewhat bored.

It snowed heavily at Shaolin Temple some time ago. Although the snow has stopped now, it still needs to be cleaned. In addition, according to the old monks, a distinguished guest will be coming up the mountain soon.

As a disciple in the menial department, the cleaning work naturally fell on disciples like Meng Qi.

In three months, Meng Qi's hundred-day foundation-building was basically completed.

At the same time, the first floor of the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library is open for direct borrowing, and contains only some common Buddhist scriptures and some common folk martial arts.

Xiao Meng learned about this news by chance two months ago. He learned a Luohan Fist from it and practiced it quite well.

After completing the hundred-day foundation-building process, the fourteen-year-old Meng Qi grew several degrees taller.

I estimate that his current strength is enough to defeat his previous self before he traveled through time. Tsk, you know, he was a young man in his prime before he traveled through time.

At the beginning, Meng Qi was quite satisfied with his own growth.

But there is a fat monk in the errand house who is a chatterbox. Recently, young talents have gathered in Shaolin Temple.

Xiao Meng just asked, and the other party said - "You are a menial monk who just completed a hundred days of foundation building. Compared with them, one is a toad in the mud and the other is a phoenix in the sky. Not to mention competing, you don't even have the qualifications to stand together!" He was directly silenced.

Although what the other party said was true, after building his foundation for a hundred days, he didn't know how long he would need to practice to accumulate energy to perfection before he could achieve enlightenment.

The gap is indeed huge.

But when he thought of the other person's expression at that time, Xiao Meng wanted to punch him hard in the face and yell.

"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't bully young people into poverty."

But thinking about the strength that the fat monk had shown before, Meng Qi decided to wait 30 years before making a decision...

When this damn fat monk's blood sugar, blood pressure, and blood lipid levels are high, he will come back with a wave of punches, which is more reliable...

And the tragic events that befell him were not over yet.

It's okay to be despised by that damn fat monk in the servants' yard.

While he was cleaning the yard this morning, someone came to cause trouble for him.

According to them, the young men of the two sects were in competition with each other, and one of them was using him to test the other.

Although he was merely an innocent victim, and from a practical point of view, he did not suffer any actual loss, but encountering these things inexplicably was really...

“I’m so angry——”

Helplessly reaching out his hand and touching his bald head, Meng Qi missed his flowing hair a little.

When he thought that he might have to stay in the Shaolin Temple for the rest of his life and not be able to go out, he couldn't help but feel even more sad.

"Other time travelers are like this: 30 years in the east, 30 years in the west."

“But why have I been in Henan for 30 years and Hebei for 30 years?”

"Alas, how sad it is."

At this moment, the disciples of the major sects should be competing with each other in the main courtyard of Shaolin Temple, but Meng Qi's task is not yet completed. Even if it is completed, he probably doesn't have the heart to go and watch.

Just as Meng Qi sighed helplessly, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Hey, little monk, it looks like you need help?"

The sudden sound next to his ear startled him.

In the sunlight, Bling Bling's little bald head turned around quickly and his eyes scanned the surroundings, but he couldn't see anyone around.

Before Meng Qi could make any other move, the voice rang out again.

"Don't look for me anymore. You won't be able to find me with your strength."

Although the voice said this, Meng Qi still did not give up the search.

But the familiar sense of déjà vu still made his heart skip a beat, and the image of an old man with a ring popped up in his mind.

But he looked at his empty hands and realized that he was not wearing any ring.

But the next moment he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly pulled something off his neck, and the broom in his hand was thrown to the ground.

It was a jade Buddha the size of a thumb, with a compassionate face and lifelike appearance, obviously with extraordinary craftsmanship. It felt delicate, warm and refreshing, and it was obvious that the material was not ordinary.

This was the original body's thing. According to the horse-faced steward who brought the original body to Shaolin, this jade Buddha was given by an unknown old monk in the past. It was precisely because of this thing that he was believed to have a deep connection with Buddhism that it was sent to Shaolin Temple during the turmoil in the family.

During these three months, Meng Qi had examined the jade Buddha more than once to see what effect it had, and had also wondered if this could be his golden finger.

I have also tried dripping blood to recognize the master, or holding it while sleeping to see if I can gain enlightenment in my dream, or holding it tightly in my hands to practice martial arts to see if it can help me comprehend the skills.

But unfortunately all the speculations were unsuccessful.

Could it be that……

"Could it be that my grandfather will finally wake up today?"

At this time, at the top of a tree.

Sitting on a thicker tree trunk, the mysterious Wu He looked at the bald little monk below who was excitedly holding a small jade Buddha and talking to himself, with a big smile on his face.

Originally he just wanted to tease this guy a few words and then go down to get to know him.

I didn't expect this guy could think of so many things in an instant.

Suddenly, the original plan changed, and Guimi Wuhe felt that he could still try it out.

He just cleared his throat slightly and said:

"What are you looking at with a piece of jade in your arms?"

"You threw me to the ground."

In an instant, the smile on the bald little monk's face froze slightly, and he lowered his head in disbelief at the broken broom he had thrown on the ground.

Then he raised his head and looked at the warm little jade Buddha in his hand.

For a moment, I couldn't accept it and had an expression of disbelief on my face.

"No, no, no, how can the painting style in this world be so clear and strange?"

Seeing Meng Qi's confused look, Guimi Wu He covered his mouth slightly and said, "What are you still looking at? Why don't you pull me out of this pile of snow? I'm freezing to death."

"Forget it if you don't want the chance. I can go back to sleep for a while."

Meng Qi: "No, I want it, I want it, I want..."

"Is it not okay for me to do so?!"

Xiao Meng hung the jade Buddha around his neck again and quickly picked up the broom.

Looking at the broom in his hand, which was not much different from the one in his previous life in the countryside, it looked like the material was woven from palm leaves, and some parts were even a little moldy. Although Meng Qi was still a little suspicious, he still rubbed his hands a little and said with a flattering look:

"I wonder what opportunity you are talking about?"

"Do you know where this place is?"

Meng Qi nodded, "Of course I know, this is Shaolin Temple."

Guimi Wuhe: "So what I want to pass on to you is naturally the essence of Buddhism."

"Do you know the Tathagata Buddha?"

When Meng Qi heard the name of Tathagata Buddha, his eyes immediately lit up and he nodded rapidly.

"Yes, of course I know. That is the source of Buddhism, the supreme enlightened being."

This answer ignited a fire in Meng Qi's heart.

"so?!"

Then he heard that voice so powerfully say:
"So naturally I don't have such a powerful inheritance."

Meng Qi: “…”

"Then what nonsense are you talking about!"

Seeing Meng Qi looking frustrated, Guimi Wuhe decisively blinked and took a screenshot.

This will be a treasure worth a divine artifact from the other side in the future, so please preserve it well.

Just when Guimi Wuhe was enjoying himself, a voice sounded behind him, interrupting his actions.

The mysterious Wu He's hands froze slightly. He turned his head to look at the old monk who had been standing on a tree branch behind him, with a slightly embarrassed expression on his face, and was about to stand up.

"Hello, Master Xuanbei, why are you here?"

Others may not know the relationship between Master Xuan Bei and Meng Qi, but Guimi Wu He knows it.

Xuan Bei is the uncle of this body of Meng Qi.

It was somewhat embarrassing for Guimi Wuhe to tease someone else's nephew in front of his uncle.

In response, Master Xuanbei did not say anything else. He just closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands together and said:

"Master Wu, it's almost your turn to compete. The abbot has sent me to inform you that it's time to return to the main hall for the competition."

The mysterious Wu He's visit to Shaolin Temple this time was naturally not a normal visit, nor did he sneak in.

Normal visitors are not allowed to come here, and sneaking in is even more impossible. There are so many eminent monks in Shaolin Temple, and the mysterious Wu He's current strength does not allow it.

Fortunately, there are no restrictions for this competition, and participants must be disciples of the sect.

However, compared to the sect’s disciples, most of the outstanding civilian warriors were absorbed into the sect three months ago.

The vast majority of the rest are unable to meet the conditions for enlightenment before the age of 20.

Warriors from aristocratic families generally do not participate in such competitions between sects, so ordinary people do not know about it.

After Guimi Wuhe arrived here, he successfully registered, competed once, and then ran here. Unexpectedly, he was caught red-handed.

Guimi Wuhe spoke through voice transmission, but Xuanbei spoke normally.

Even though Meng Qi's strength was low, he was a warrior who had already completed the foundation building process. Naturally, he could hear the direction of the sound. When he looked up, he saw two people standing on the tree.

Needless to say, Xuan Bei had also seen the other one.

The two met once this morning when we were preparing a place to rest.

The image of the mysterious Wu He, a young knight in green clothes with a long sword on his waist and a white horse in his hands, was so much in line with Meng Qi's fantasy that he was left a deep impression.

At this time, Meng Qi was a rookie and was still confused.

But he was not really stupid. When he saw the two people on the tree, he immediately understood what had happened.

He looked at the broom in his hand, then raised his head to look at the young man in green above his head. He understood that he had been fooled.

Immediately, the whole person fell into an inexplicable gray state.

It looked as if it was burnt out.

"The last bit of passion for time travel in my heart has also burned out."

At this time, the two people on the tree fell to the ground.

Looking at Meng Qi's pale appearance, Xuan Bei couldn't help but sigh and clasped his hands together.

"A monk should be able to resist all kinds of temptations. The temptation of money and treasures, the temptation of beauty, for a monk, are all like passing clouds."

"Zhen Ding, Master Wu only tempted you a little, and you stepped into the trap. If you really encounter a bewitching demon, what will you do?"

"Your character still needs to be polished. Go to the library and get a copy of the Heart Sutra. Copy fifty copies word for word and give them to me tomorrow."

Hearing this, Meng Qi was still disappointed, but he did not dare to refute the words of the old monk who held great power. He could only clasp his hands together and said sullenly:

"Yes, thank you Uncle Xuanbei for your teachings."

The Heart Sutra that Meng Qi had read in the past few days was naturally only 260 words in total. After copying it fifty times, it amounted to more than 10,000 words.

With his current physical condition, it is naturally not difficult for him to write.

Just thinking about the fact that it was an unexpected disaster and that I had been tricked before, I’m afraid no one would feel good.

Seeing this, Guimi Wuhe realized that he had gone too far, and quickly said:

"Master Xuanbei, there is no need to do this."

"Today's situation was caused by my provocation. It is not the little monk's fault."

"I wonder if this punishment can be waived?"

In response, Xuan Bei shook his head.

"This matter has nothing to do with the donor. Although the donor's actions were motivated by playfulness, they were indeed a display of greed."

"I sent him to copy scriptures not as a punishment, but to temper his character, so you don't need to persuade him anymore."

"But since the donor is begging for him, then just change it to thirty times."

After hearing the conversation between the two people in front of him, although Meng Qi was still unhappy, he felt better after all.

My impression of Guimi Wuhe is no longer as bad as before, but when I think about copying the scriptures thirty times...

"Sure enough, the faces of the two guys in front of me are so hateful..."

Complaining in his heart, Meng Qi saw the mysterious Wu He turn around, give him an apologetic look, and then spread his hands helplessly.

"Little monk, there is no other way. I have tried my best."

"But it caused you to be punished."

"Take this as your compensation."

The mysterious Wu He gently stretched out his hand and pointed in the air.

An inaudible ray of light penetrated into Meng Qi's brow.

In an instant, Meng Qi felt that there was a large amount of information in his mind. Although he didn't have a splitting headache, he felt inexplicably dazed.

Xuan Bei, who was standing next to him, had his eyes flickering when he saw this, but he didn't stop him. He just stood beside him.

When Meng Qi came to his senses, Xuan Bei was the only one left in front of him.

The little monk shook his head uncomfortably, looking at Xuan Bei in front of him. It seemed that his brain had not yet fully synchronized his thoughts. Without thinking, he asked directly:
"Uncle Xuanbei, where is the donor just now?"

The old monk with a somewhat skinny face did not walk away indifferently. He nodded and replied:

"Donor Wu has gone to the main hall to compete with the young talents from various sects."

Meng Qi: "Is Donor Wu also a disciple of a big sect?"

Xuan Bei: "No, he is not a sect disciple, but in terms of talent and strength, even those sect disciples can not beat him. "

Hearing this, Meng Qi seemed to become interested and raised his head.

"Oh? Then what does Master Xuanbei think this donor Wu will rank in this competition?"

Xuan Bei was silent for a moment: "First!"

These two simple words instantly woke Meng Qi, who was still a little dazed, from his trance.

He raised his head and looked at the old monk beside him in disbelief.

"so smart?"

Xuan Bei seemed very sure about this.

"The geniuses in this competition are all around sixteen years old."

"There are only two people who can compare with this Donor Wu."

“However, those two have only cultivated two or four orifices, while it seems that Master Wu has opened six orifices. At the same time, I don’t know how he stimulated the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows in advance, and he has achieved strange and magical powers.”

"With his abilities, if he hadn't died, the Dajin martial arts world would have produced another top ten talent from the common people..."

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Time passed slowly, but Xuan Bei's words still kept echoing in Meng Qi's ears.

He tossed and turned in the room and couldn't sleep.

His ears were filled with the deafening snoring of his junior brother Zhenhui. Unable to sleep, Meng Qi carefully sat up from the bed, exhaled slightly, and then closed his eyes.

The mysterious Wu He's previous finger passed on to him a volume of martial arts.

This technique has no name, but its content alone is quite extraordinary.

It describes the process of practicing meditation and accumulating energy after building the foundation for 100 days.

It even explains the later stages of enlightenment.

Meng Qi actually didn't dare to practice the martial arts that others taught him. What if it was some evil martial arts, then he would be doomed in Shaolin.

But if he thought about it carefully, his uncle Xuan Bei was still there at that time.

Even though that old monk is a bit annoying, his strength should be okay.

The other party did not stop him throughout the whole process, and in the subsequent conversation he told him a lot of knowledge that he did not know before. It seems that there is a high probability that he can know what content was transmitted to him.

In this case, practicing seems to be...

It's not impossible.

Thinking about this in his mind, Meng Qi sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and entered a state of meditation just like when he had been building his foundation for a hundred days.

As Meng Qi entered into meditation, the small jade Buddha hanging around his neck began to emit a faint glow.

Bits of true energy gathered towards Dantian from the major acupoints throughout Meng Qi's body, as well as the meridians throughout his body that had been completely unblocked when he established his foundation.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Meng Qi felt dazed and seemed to be in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

At a certain moment, Meng Qi's brain suddenly became clear. When he opened his eyes, he felt as if there was a ball of hot air swirling in his abdomen.

At this moment, Meng Qi opened his eyes in surprise.

There are 365 major orifices in the human body, and each of them requires nine breaths of true qi to be sufficient. After entering into a state of meditation, the true qi will be naturally generated, and only one breath can be generated every quarter of an hour. Therefore, depending on each person's daily practice time, this step can be completed in about 100 days to a year.

According to his newly acquired skills, the amount of true Qi that can be stored in the major acupoints throughout the body is limited.

Therefore, it is necessary to open up the Dantian.

As long as the Dantian is opened up, you will enter the stage of storing Qi.

Originally Meng Qi thought that this process would be somewhat difficult, but he did not expect it to be completed so easily.

He suddenly jumped up from where he was, clenched his fists tightly, and the image of the fat monk who looked down on him appeared in his mind involuntarily.

"Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, don't you bully young people into poverty?"

But when his excitement wore off and he looked around, he realized something was wrong.

The surroundings seemed to be completely silent, without any sound at all, which was totally different from the atmosphere of the room he slept in.

Meng Qi involuntarily withdrew his hand and touched his bald head.

"Strange, why doesn't Zhenhui snore anymore?"

He subconsciously turned his head to look at where Junior Brother Zhenhui was sleeping, and then his entire scalp exploded.

From where he was looking at now, he could see a girl in white snoring with her eyes closed not far from him.

Whether it is the other person's sleeping posture, eyebrows, facial features, or temperament, they are all so pleasing to the eye.

But at this moment Meng Qi felt his scalp exploding, and a very bad feeling surged into his heart.

"Oh no! Who are these villains who want to harm me?"

As expected, a sword light came the next moment...

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(End of this chapter)