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Wujing first seat

Hearing this name, Meng Qi was startled, his heart beat faster involuntarily, because Wujing is the head seat of the Discipline Hall.

He is currently the youngest member of the no-character generation, but his cultivation is extraordinary and refined, not much worse than the heads of Bodhidharma and Bodhi. Uncompromising, he is the eminent monk most feared by the monks in the temple.

The question about myself requires the head of the Discipline Hall to personally act. Could it be that they doubt me?

While Meng Qi was in doubt, the door of the meditation room opened with the wind, Zhenmiao walked in first, followed by Xuan Kong, whose appearance and demeanor were all sinister, and then they lined up on both sides to welcome a monk in yellow robes and red cassock monk.

This monk was about forty years old, with a bronze complexion, ordinary facial features, and sharp edges and corners.

As the head of the Discipline Hall, he is not unconsciously stern like other leaders of the punishment hall of the sect, but calm and introverted, unsmiling, only his eyes are sharp and stern.

“This is Wujing’s first seat in the Discipline Hall.” Zhenmiao introduced it to Meng Qi and Zhenhui.

Immediately after the meeting, Meng Qi felt Wujing’s gaze sizing him and Zhenhui back and forth, like a sword piercing through his body, like a scorching sun shining on snow, making him feel like his inner secrets had been seen through.

Wujing withdrew his gaze, stared at Meng Qi’s eyes, and said in a low voice:

“Zhending, where did you learn Ananda’s saber-breaking technique?”

“Ah!” Meng Qi was shocked, and his heart was full of turmoil. He couldn’t believe that the seemingly ordinary wound would reveal this secret.

Xuankong looked back at Wujing, saw him nodding his head slightly, so he turned to look at Meng Qi, and said solemnly: “The frog at the bottom of the well knows that the world is vast and the heavenly eyes and the heavenly ears are not rumors.”

“You put the saber on Zhenchang without any cover, so that the chief can’t see that it is the first form of Ananda’s broken saber technique.”

“Tell me honestly, where did you learn Ananda’s breaking the precepts sword technique, is it the same as the real and the real?Yonglian stole the scriptures, and then turned against you because of the unfair distribution of accounts, did you hide the copy of Yijinjing?”

A series of questions seemed to explode in Meng Qi’s heart one after another. He still underestimated Shaolin, which was suppressed by powerful people, and acted too carelessly.

“I, I…” Meng Qi’s thoughts turned sharply, looking for excuses and reasons. After all, the danger of the “Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation” was like a thorn in his back, so he couldn’t answer truthfully.

“Brother learned it by accident when he saw Master practicing Ananda’s saber-breaking technique.” At this time, Zhenhui next to him said calmly, as if he didn’t know the seriousness of the matter and was not afraid at all.

“I saw it by chance” Xuankong asked back word by word, and then sneered, “Who can accidentally see someone practicing a sword and realize the true meaning, and master a top-level sword technique for outdoor scenes?”

To be able to injure the small accomplishments of “Arhat’s Magical Art of Subduing Demons” and “Prajna Palm”, one must realize the true meaning of “Cutting Purity”.

Zhenmiao next to him heard about this for the first time, and looked at Meng Qi suddenly and in shock. No wonder he could hurt Zhenchang. But “Ananda’s Breaking the Precepts Saber Technique” is a secret book inheritance. He was able to understand the true meaning in such a short time. The talent is also amazing

It’s not that Meng Qi has never passed the edge of life and death, and he has encountered danger several times. He quickly suppressed his horror and said boldly: “My lord, Master Xuanku, the fact is true. This disciple may have broken the precept with Ananda’s saber technique. By chance, after I happened to see Master practicing swords, I realized the true meaning of forging my Buddha’s heart when I practiced the golden bell jar in the stupa.”

To be honest, if I were myself, I wouldn’t believe Zhenmiao’s explanation, but I can only argue at this time.

“What is the relationship between the cultivation of the golden bell jar and Ananda’s breaking the saber technique?” Xuankong’s face was full of disbelief.

Wujing hummed lightly: “How to realize?”

Meng Qi quickly described the situation at that time in detail, because it was a personal experience, so it was very informative.

When he was speaking, there seemed to be golden pupils in the depths of Wujing’s eyes, staring at his eyes all the time.

When he finished speaking, Wujing nodded slowly: “This should be your real experience of realizing the true meaning, but you are lying when you accidentally saw the sword practice. No one can understand the true meaning just by watching the sword technique once.”

He said it with certainty, whether it was based on common sense, or if he just used some magic power secretly to see that Meng Qi was lying.

“The first Ming Jian, it is indeed so.” Meng Qi did not dare to look at Wu Jing.

Wujing was silent for a while, just when Meng Qi thought he was going to torture himself with supernatural powers or something similar to “Thirteen Soul Searching Hands”, he suddenly said: “The matter has already been decided, and it can’t be excused by sophistry, you follow me Daxiong Palace, face the questions of the abbot and other elders, think about it along the way, put down the butcher knife, and become a Buddha immediately.”

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out of the door, and at this time Xuankong’s gloomy face had a smug smile, as if you really had a problem.

Facing the top-notch Wujing in the exterior scene, Meng Qi didn’t dare to resist and escape, so he had to calm down and follow, reassuring himself that things related to the Lord of the Six Paths of Samsara would not be discovered by Tianyan and others. For ordinary things, I have a clear conscience, and I am not afraid of supernatural powers or knowledge.

Zhenhui also followed in a daze, not paying attention to Wujing at all, just asking Meng Qi alone.

The night breeze was cool, Meng Qi walked slowly, his mind gradually settled, and his fear and panic were eliminated.

At this moment, Wujing in front of him suddenly looked back at him, as if he had noticed the change in his state.

Above the main hall, Meng Qi met the legendary “Lohan Subduing the Dragon” Abbot Kongwen for the first time.

His face is pale gold, his white eyebrows hang down long, his features are clear and pale, he wears a string of black-inked Buddhist beads on his chest, and holds a nine-ringed tin staff in his hand, full of the meaning of being out of the world.

Meng Qi knew very few monks wearing red cassocks in the hall, only the head of the Bodhi Court, Wusi, the elder Wuxiang, Wugai, and his master Xuan Bei.

After meeting with the abbot, Wujing told the whole story, including the fact that he judged that Meng Qi was lying through his magical powers.

Wuxiang, Wude and other elders and the chief seat all nodded, believing in Wujing’s words, even if Bodhidharma returned from nirvana, before attaining the Dharmakaya, it is impossible to realize the true meaning by accidentally seeing others demonstrate the sword technique.

“My Buddha is merciful and saves the world. If you sincerely repent, you will be able to eliminate your sins.” Wujing turned to look at Meng Qi, his eyes were like lightning.

Meng Qi glanced at his master Xuan Bei, expressionless at the meeting, and was about to speak when another elder came in suddenly.

“Amitabha, report back to the abbot, no copy of Yi Jin Jing was found under Sheshu Cliff, and no other secrets of unique skills were found, perhaps it was melted by the poisonous pool.”

“Poison is everywhere there, and it is a favorite place for many benefactors who practice poison kung fu. We let it be, but advised them to do less evil, and never drove them away.” Wusi, the head of the Bodhi courtyard with eyebrows all down, said plainly like a dead tree. .

What he meant, Meng Qi could hear clearly, it might be that some location expert who practiced Poison Kungfu received the “gift package from heaven”.

“Amitabha, Wuding, you take the ten elders down to ask those benefactors.” Abbot Kongwen said calmly.

Wuding, the first building of the Miscellaneous House, Zhike Yuan and Miscellaneous Worker Yuan also belong to it.

Xuan Kong suddenly said at this time: “Abbot, elders, it may be that the package did not fall off the cliff.”He meant that Meng Qi was hiding.

“Zhending, where did you learn Ananda’s saber-breaking technique?” Wujing asked again, a little more severely, “Did the Yijinjing really fall?”

Meng Qi broke out in a subconscious cold sweat because he could not find a copy of the Yi Jin Jing. Could it be that he could not get rid of his grievances?

He gathered himself together, and said with stern, indifferent, or kind eyes: “Abbot, elders, the Yi Jin Jing has indeed fallen.”

“Then where did you learn Ananda’s breaking the precepts and sword skills, and monks don’t tell lies?” Wujing became more and more severe.

Meng Qi’s heart beat faster, and he didn’t know whether to insist or make up another excuse, his palms were covered with white sweat.

Under such pressure, he had to be nervous.

Just when he gritted his teeth and was about to find another reason, he suddenly saw his master Xuan Bei stepping out of the elders’ ranks and prostrated himself in front of the abbot Kong Wen:

“The disciple was convicted, and the disciple privately taught Zhending Ananda the saber technique of breaking the precepts.”

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