I Honor

Six Arhat Fist

“The Sutra Pavilion” Zhenyong raised his eyebrows, and then smiled so much that he showed his white teeth, “Junior Brother Zhending, it happens that the Wu Monastery does not practice boxing until after noon, why don’t I follow you to the Sutra Pavilion and clean it for you, hehe, Honestly, I’m curious about that too.”

“But…” Meng Qi was worried that this would violate the precepts.

Zhenyong smiled brightly and said: “Don’t worry, all monks in the temple can freely enter and exit the two floors below the Buddhist scripture pavilion. I just don’t have time at ordinary times. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Master Xuanxin.”

As soon as the words fell, Zhenhui ran into Xuanxin’s meditation room with a whoosh, and Zhenyong was stunned for a while.

Meng Qi laughed dryly, “Zhenhui is such a serious person.”

“Should be, should be.” Zhen Yong said with a smile.

During this period of time, he often went to the handyman’s yard to seek advice from Meng Qi on literacy and punctuation of sentences, and he often helped him and Zhenhui do some chores. He was quite forthright and good at speaking.

“Mr. Xuanxin said what Brother Zhenyong said is right.” Zhenhui ran out and said loudly.

“Then let’s go.” Zhenyong said with a smile.

The Sutra Pavilion is located on a cliff in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. It is an old building with four floors.

After entering the Sutra Pavilion, Meng Qi poured himself a glass of water on the table and drank it with his head up. The journey was too far, and Qiuhuo was so ferocious again that he died of thirst.

But Zhenhui walked to the bookshelf where the Buddhist scriptures were placed, took out one by one, and carefully looked through each one.

“Hey, Junior Brother Zhenhui, what are you doing? You like to read Buddhist scriptures?” Zhenyong asked with amused and puzzled expression.

Meng Qi didn’t understand Zhenhui’s actions, so he poured another glass of water and looked over while drinking.

Zhenhui’s expression was very serious, with a hint of hope: “There may be a peerless magic skill written in the cracks in the scriptures.”

Pfft, Meng Qi spit out a sip of water, spraying Zhenyong’s head and face all over, is this guy deeply poisoned by martial arts fantasy stories or does he trust himself so much, he believes whatever he says

Zhenyong wiped his face in a daze, and looked at Meng Qi: “Junior Zhending, what’s so funny about this? What Junior Brother Zhenhui said is not impossible.”

“Yeah, this is what my brother told me secretly.” Zhenhui flipped through the pages very seriously.

“Hehe.” Meng Qi could only answer like this, and then put away his funny mood and said, “Little brother, don’t worry, we have to come every day anyway, clean up first, or we will be punished.”

Hearing what her most trusted senior brother said, Zhenhui immediately put down the scriptures and cleaned the scripture pavilion together with Meng Qi and Zhenyong.

At three o’clock in the afternoon, the cleaning was almost finished.Just when Meng Qi was about to “look through” the scriptures, Zhenyong suddenly held his stomach and said in a hurry: “Oh, two juniors, there are three urgencies, seniors go first to make it easier.”

While speaking, he ran to the stairs in a flash, made the sound of stomping footsteps, and disappeared in front of Meng Qi and the two of them.

Meng Qi didn’t care much, and asked Zhenhui to carefully distinguish the classification and storage location of Buddhist scriptures to see if there was anything worthy of attention.

After about a quarter of an hour, Zhenyong walked back with a pale face, clutching his stomach.

“Brother Zhenyong, are you okay?” Meng Qi asked with concern.

Zhenyong shook his head: “It seems that I have ruined my stomach.”

He also imitated Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and slowly browsed the titles of books in front of the bookshelf. Suddenly, he chuckled lightly and said, “There is actually a manual of Luohanquan here.”

“Arhat boxing is not the boxing method that you guys usually practice,” Meng Qi hurriedly pointed his head over.

Zhenyong took out the book and handed it to Meng Qi: “Yeah, I thought it would be upstairs, but I didn’t expect it to be on this floor.”

Meng Qi took it, and greedily flipped through it, trying to memorize all the contents inside.

“Hey, brother Zhending, do you need some advice from brother?” Zhenyong said with a smile.

Meng Qi was overjoyed, but said uneasy: “This, is this okay?”

Learning martial arts without permission is a violation of temple rules

Zhenhui also widened her black and white eyes, looking at Zhenyong with hidden excitement.

Zhenyong pointed to this boxing book and said: “Since the boxing book is placed in a place where all monks come and go to borrow at will, it means that it belongs to the foundation that everyone can learn, and it is not a violation of temple regulations.”

“En.” Still worried, Meng Qi picked up the boxing manual and went back to the first floor, intending to ask the old monk who was in charge of borrowing scriptures.

The old monk’s eyebrows were withered and yellow, his skin was deeply wrinkled, and he looked like he was going to die at any moment. At this moment, he was dozing off with his eyes closed.

“Uncle Grand Master, did you misplace this boxing book?” Meng Qi asked cautiously.

According to Xuan Xin, this old monk who guards the pavilion is called “Kong Hui”, and belongs to the same generation as the abbot Kong Wen, and is three generations higher than Meng Qi. .

Kong Hui opened his eyelids, glanced at Meng Qi with cloudy eyes, and said slowly, “Arhat Boxing is very popular, there is nothing special about it.”

In other words, I can learn from Meng Qi and thought ecstatically, although this is a very common boxing technique, it is better than nothing after all.

He happily returned to the second floor with the boxing score, and solemnly bowed to Zhenyong: “I also ask my brother to give me some pointers.”

Afterwards, Meng Qi and Zhen Hui were studying martial arts in the Sutra Pavilion until around noon, and they felt that their strength seemed to be congealed into one.

Since he was going back to practice martial arts, Zhenyong bid farewell in a hurry, while Meng Qi and Zhenhui strolled on the cliff contentedly.

As he walked, Meng Qi found that Zhenhui’s gaze was wrong, and he was always staring at the abyss outside.

“Junior brother, what are you looking at?” Meng Qi was quite puzzled.

Zhenhui frowned and said: “Brother, if you jump down, will you get a peerless secret book or a fairy weapon? It’s not right, I didn’t see the fairy dance sword”

Meng Qi’s expression immediately froze on his face, it’s over, he’s spoiling the child.

No, Meng Qi has to turn around and think about it. Seeing that Zhenhui is so easy to deceive, he half “rescued” and half out of bad humor said: “Little brother, let’s change the story tonight.”

“What story?” Zhenhui was very excited.

Meng Qi laughed and said, “The story of Xia Yuhe by the Daming Lake.”

“Well, is she a peerless master?” Zhenhui asked curiously and happily.

“” Meng Qi was speechless for a moment.

The bright moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, the cold wind pierced through the bones, and the papered windows creaked. The handyman monks each had an extra quilt, but Zhenying and Zhenguan were still huddled together in the cold.

Meng Qi didn’t notice this, he sat cross-legged, calmed down, only felt that the true energy flowed up, converging into Jinjinyuye, deriving poplar branch nectar, and filling it into the corresponding acupoints.

As soon as this zhenqi was filled in, Meng Qi immediately felt the 365 major acupoints all over his body inflated. The zhenqi gushed out, and the main meridians seemed to be washed by a flood, and they swelled one by one. When the Qi is full, the meridian opens automatically.”

It takes a certain amount of time for ordinary people to take this step, but Meng Qi’s body has already completed the “Hundred Days of Foundation Establishment”. At this time, the energy is overflowing, and the meridians are unobstructed.

Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, only to feel refreshed all over his body, as if he had endless strength, and realized that he had already passed the first step of martial arts practice.

He resisted the urge to get out of bed and practice Arhat Boxing, and let out a long breath. He didn’t feel much joy in his heart. First, the “Hundred Days of Foundation Building” was relatively simple, and there was nothing difficult about it. It just came naturally. However, a few more months passed, and my Arhat Fist had improved, but there was still no hope of leaving the Handyman’s Academy.

If you don’t leave the handyman’s courtyard, you will never be able to touch the higher martial arts, which can break through the difference between heaven and man.

“Hey…” Meng Qi’s anxiety and worries turned into a long sigh.

“Zhending, the sutra lecture hall will be closed for these two days. You are responsible for cleaning the Chanxin courtyard, and you must not provoke distinguished guests.” In the early morning of this day, after breakfast, Meng Qi was called over by Xuanxin.

“Your honored guest, Master Uncle Xuanxin, I don’t know who he is from.” Meng Qi wanted to find out clearly, so as not to offend the guests.

Xuanxin smiled: “Zhenwu Sect, Xuantian Sect, Xijiange, Huanhua Sword Sect, Qingchen Sect, Dajiang Gang and other great Jin sects were invited by Shaolin to send their masters and young disciples to discuss together. Martial arts is actually an opportunity for talented young disciples from different factions to compete in martial arts and broaden their knowledge.”

Meng Qi gasped. These are all the great schools of martial arts in the world that Xuan Xin had said. , Dajiang gang is located in the ranks of the world’s six.

“Young disciple with outstanding talent” Meng Qi asked subconsciously. After all, he is also a young disciple of the true generation of Shaolin, so he always has a sense of comparison.

Xuan Xin stroked her swollen belly, and laughed loudly: “You ask what you are doing, can you still compete with them? You are a handyman monk who has just completed a hundred days of foundation building. Compared with them, the other is a toad in the mud. , one is a phoenix in the sky, not to mention competitions, not even qualified to stand together”

Meng Qi was quite ashamed and annoyed by his pungent sarcasm. His face was flushed with anger and blood. Although he was in his twenties mentally and had a lot of social experience, he was still young and vigorous, so it was inevitable. A little competitive heart, being so despised by others at this time, and thinking of the gap with those heaven’s favored ones, it is naturally difficult to restrain the mood swings.

Xuan Xin didn’t seem to be aware of it, and continued: “I heard that among the young disciples from various factions who came this time, several of them are under the age of twenty, and have already stepped into the state of enlightenment. As for you, what kind of martial arts do you know and what unique learning, but my Shaolin also produces a large number of talents, and the truth, truth, and wonder of this generation are no worse than them.”

As he said that, he squinted at Meng Qi: “Hurry up and clean the Zen Center.”

Meng Qi gritted his teeth, calmed down, and walked towards the Zen Center with the broom.

Xuanxin looked at Meng Qi’s back, the smile on his face gradually faded, only a trace remained at the corner of his mouth. :