The Supreme Being

After carrying water and having breakfast, Meng Qi couldn't wait to walk to the Zen Heart Courtyard with his broom in hand, intending to find out from Jiang Zhiwei, Zhang Yuanshan and others why the bell sounded so urgently this morning.

Is it because Qing Jing’s death was discovered?

Have any Dharmakaya-level experts found any clues? How did the various sects in the Jin Dynasty respond?

With these questions in mind, Meng Qi stepped into the Zen Heart Courtyard and pretended to sweep up the light snow that had accumulated last night.

While cleaning, he quietly observed the disciples of various sects coming and going in several courtyards, and found that although most of them had shock and confusion on their faces, only a few had serious expressions, as if they were worried.

"That junior cleaning guy over there." Zhang Yuanshan's familiar voice suddenly reached Meng Qi's ears.

Meng Qi turned around and saw Zhang Yuanshan standing in front of a guest room, waving to him: "Junior brother, please come in and clean up. I'm restless and soiled the floor."

"Okay." Meng Qi naturally knew that Zhang Yuanshan was looking for an excuse to let him in, and immediately walked to the guest room carrying a broom, dustpan and other items.

Zhang Yuanshan waited there gracefully, opened the door and let Meng Qi in first, while he pretended to look around casually.

As soon as Meng Qi entered the room, the bright yellow color came into view, and Jiang Zhiwei turned out to be here too.

He was cautious, lowered his head, and waved the broom to clean up the tea stains and residue on the ground.

Jiang Zhi smiled: "Little monk, is it you again?"

"Hui Jiang, almsgiver, the young monk has been cleaning the Zen courtyard for the past two days." Meng Qi heard that Jiang Zhiwei was pretending that the two had only met yesterday, so he answered cooperatively.

Hearing the title "Donor Jiang", Jiang Zhiwei raised her right hand, covered her mouth, then lowered her face, and said seriously to Zhang Yuanshan who re-entered the room: "Brother Zhang, Sister Qi and I didn't know each other yesterday. We have a close relationship with each other, but who would have thought that she would suffer such a disaster today? I am really upset. You have a close relationship with her, have you remembered any clues? I will use the sword in my hand to get justice for Sister Qi!"

Qi Xia was eliminated by her yesterday.

What? Qi Xia is dead? The horror in Meng Qi's heart was like a strong wind and a huge wave, and he couldn't control it. How could Qi Xia die? That girl from the Jiangnan water town who was thoughtful, delicate, and fond of traps and hidden weapons, actually died?

Bang, in shock, although he tried hard to restrain himself, he still couldn't hold the broom firmly. This was completely beyond his previous expectations!

The sound of the broom falling to the ground brought Meng Qi back to his senses. He quickly bent down to pick it up, pretending to be frightened and said: "Little monk, I'm sorry."

Meng Qi's stammering was not a deliberate act, it was actually caused by being too surprised.

"It doesn't matter, I was no less shocked than you at the time. This incident was really shocking." Zhang Yuanshan comforted Meng Qi with the same attitude towards "strange Shaolin disciples", and then turned to Jiang Zhiwei and said: "I was in Mao some years ago. Ling, I met Junior Sister Qi once. Although we had a brief relationship, we didn't find anything unusual. It seems that Master Kongwen's words were true. She was killed by the curse in her body because she tried to reveal the secret. Alas "Junior sister Qi was in her prime, but she died so young, which is really sad."

The sorrow and regret in his voice were genuine.

Although organizations such as "Xianji" cannot be discussed publicly, the deaths of Qi Xia and Qingjing are unstoppable and will soon become known to everyone. Therefore, Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei took this opportunity to inform Meng Qi in advance to avoid When he first heard about it, he was exposed in front of other monks.

It turns out that Qi Xia was obliterated because she wanted to leak the "World of Reincarnation"... She was sure that she would be obliterated in front of someone with great powers at that time? Is the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" so powerful? Meng Qi understood the cause of Qi Xia's death, but the storm in his heart has not calmed down at all. Who wants to be controlled by someone if there is a chance? Who wants to be coerced into completing various dangerous tasks in exchange for the "magic elixir"?

Is the "Dragon-Subduing Arhat", a man of Dharma height, unable to stop the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation"?

Jiang Zhi sighed slightly: "Qing Jing also died in an unknown manner. The real culprit behind the scenes is really hateful!"

"I had a doubt yesterday, did you notice, Junior Sister Jiang?" Zhang Yuanshan pondered for a moment and said, "When Junior Sister Qi's curse broke out, Master Kongwen said that he was a step too late, but he never showed the power of the golden body. It's really unreasonable. I asked Uncle Xuan Yuanzi privately, and he only said that the rumors were true."

Jiang Zhi pursed her lips slightly: "I also discovered this. After I returned to Zen Heart Institute, I asked the master, but he only asked me to collect various information and make assumptions."

Didn't reveal the golden body of Arhat? In other words, it cannot be proven that the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" has far surpassed the Dharmakaya and reached the realm of the legendary Taoist Buddha. Meng Qi breathed a sigh of relief and became even more curious about why Qi Kongwen did not reveal his golden body.

"After all, we are still too weak to be exposed to higher-level things." Zhang Yuanshan sighed sincerely. He no longer had the pride he had hidden before - for his current age, his martial arts is sufficient.

Only by becoming stronger, stronger, and stronger can we get rid of the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation" step by step, and not die in cruel tasks. And if we want to become stronger quickly, it seems that we have to rely on the "Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation"...

The five fingers of Jiang Zhiwei's right hand slid gently on the scabbard as if playing a civil and military lyre, looking at the blue sky outside the window, her tone was solemn and firm: "Maybe one day, we will encounter similar things. , I can only use the long sword in my hand to cut out a glimmer of life. I would like to share these words with Senior Brother Zhang."

The two of them "acted as if Meng Qi was transparent" and recalled what happened in the Great Hall this morning, except for the "Xianji" and "Shenhua" organizations.

This can only wait until the next reincarnation mission, and communicate on the White Jade Square, otherwise it will definitely be suspected by the elders of various factions in the courtyard.

Meng Qi slowly swept the floor, and after Jiang Zhiwei left first, he also returned to the courtyard and continued his "sweeping career". His thoughts were rolling in his mind, and various thoughts came and went, and it was difficult to calm down.

After lunch, Meng Qi followed the "Iron Shirt Heart Method" to move the true qi, and tried to turn what others instilled into his own things.

But at this time, Xuan Xin rang the small bell in the courtyard and called everyone to gather.

"Go clean up the square near the main gate immediately and send off the donors from all sects." Xuan Xin ordered angrily, looking like he was woken up from a deep sleep. At the end, he muttered in a low voice: "Has the head of the abbot been eaten by a monster? When did my Shaolin need to be so respectful to other sects?"

Meng Qi's heart moved, and he probably guessed the reason. The descendants of Xuantian Sect and Dajiang Gang died tragically in the temple. Shaolin was in the wrong and had to show some respect.

Everyone quickly went to the square near the main gate with brooms, buckets and other things, assigned areas, and worked enthusiastically.

Because he "practiced" the iron shirt and had some basic internal skills, Meng Qi found it easier to clean up. Several times, he couldn't help but want to take the opportunity to practice the "Eight Steps of Divine Walking", but he also knew that there were many masters of guests and monks who sent them off from various sects. If people found out that the light skills he practiced were not the Shaolin style, he would be tortured in the current situation.

Amid the tinkling sound of wind chimes, Zhenyan suddenly pointed to the distance and said, "Brother Zhending, that is Jiang Zhiwei, the donor who won the first place in this martial arts performance, the successor of Xijian Pavilion."

He walked close to Meng Qi and Zhenhui, and naturally gathered together after cleaning.

At this time, the masters and disciples of various sects were walking towards the main gate accompanied by several heads and elders wearing red cassocks. Zhenyan was referring to Jiang Zhiwei who was walking behind a man in green.

Tsk, do you need an introduction? We are familiar with each other, okay! Meng Qi complained in his heart in modern language, but pretended to be excited on the surface, "Hey, it's that girl! I got help from her once when I was cleaning the Zen Heart Courtyard."

"Brother, this is not right." Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi blankly.

Zhenyan asked curiously: "Brother Zhending, is Jiang Zhiwei the kind of woman who is very arrogant and cold? It is said that most women with good swordsmanship and high martial arts skills are like this."

Meng Qi wanted to show off, but finally forced himself to hold back: "I don't know. Judging from the things she helped me, she should be a very easy-going girl. By the way, little brother, what's wrong?"

Zhenhui frowned and looked at Meng Qi: "Brother, don't heroes usually save beauties?"

Get lost! Meng Qi just wanted to yell at his silly brother.

Zhenyan couldn't help laughing. He also knew that Zhenhui was too obsessed with the various stories of the rivers and lakes made up by Meng Qi.

The monks around him whispered.

"Is that Zhang Yuanshan from Zhenwu Sect? I heard from other senior brothers that he is a famous young master of this generation and is expected to enter the human list in the future."

"It's him, but I heard that he was defeated by Jiang Zhiwei from Xijian Pavilion by half a move yesterday."

"Such a delicate little girl?"

"Don't look down on little girls. My mother told me that the prettier the girl, the more powerful she is!"

The reason why the menial monks came to the menial courtyard was that they had some problems more or less, and it was inevitable that some of them spoke vulgarly.

"Hey, what's wrong with the little girl? In ten years, she will most likely be able to step into the outdoor scene and become a real master. With her appearance and identity, she will definitely be pursued by a large number of heroes in the world and praised as a fairy." Zhenyan suddenly sighed, "Zhang Yuanshan is also like this. He is a direct disciple of the Zhenwu Sect and is valued by the elders. His future prospects are limitless. Unlike us, we are just monks who sweep the floor and do odd jobs. We don't even have the qualifications to stand with them!" "Yes, let alone standing together, I am satisfied to be looked at by them. When I return to secular life in the future, I can always brag to my neighbors that I once had a friendship with a great hero or a fairy in the world." Other errand monks also made similar sighs. For a while, the errand monks were full of envy, jealousy and hatred. Suddenly, Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan, who were walking, turned their heads almost at the same time, looked over here, and nodded to Meng Qiwei. "Haha, they are looking at me?"

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Who? Who are they looking at?"

The errand monks were immediately excited and talked a lot.

Meng Qi let out a breath, relieved the sudden subtle emotions in his heart, and watched Jiang Zhiwei and others leave.

"In the future, they will probably be influential figures in the martial arts world!"...

With similar sighs, Meng Qi, Zhenhui, and Zhenyan packed up their tools and returned to the errand yard.

As they walked, Zhenyan said with a bit of sadness: "They are taking the ladder to heaven, but we can't even take this small step of leaving the menial yard. Hey, Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, aren't you sad and desperate?"

Meng Qi thought to himself, I have to find a chance to leave Shaolin. With the reincarnation world, my martial arts may suddenly soar. If I stay here, I will inevitably be suspected. But there is no rush. I urgently need a master to practice with. If I leave Shaolin, it will be difficult to find a suitable opponent who will not hurt my life with my current strength. My iron shirt is only a small success in accumulating qi, and it is ordinary martial arts. I am not afraid of being discovered, and I have many excuses to explain.

Moreover, if you can learn one of the seventy-two unique skills from an apprentice during this process, you will be much more likely to survive in the world of reincarnation in the future. Anyway, you will have to go down the mountain in the future.

At this time, Zhenhui answered stupidly: "Why are you sad? When you are sweeping the floor, focus on sweeping, when eating, focus on eating, when listening to stories, focus on listening to stories, when sleeping, focus on sleeping. Why are you sad?"

"Huh?" Zhenyan was stunned and did not answer, but a soft huh sounded next to him.

Meng Qi didn't need to turn around. His senses, which had greatly improved due to the opening of his Dantian and the accumulation of internal energy, had long since spotted the intimidating Uncle Xuan Ku and another monk in yellow approaching.

"Master Xuanku, Master Xuanchi." The mantra followed the sound of his voice and he quickly clasped his hands together.

After Meng Qi and Zhenhui also bowed, Xuanku nodded: "Zhenhui, go to the Wu Monk Academy tomorrow."

ah? Except for Zhenhui who still couldn't figure out the situation, Meng Qi and Zhenyan were both shocked.

Xuan Chi, whose skin showed a golden color and looked sharp and sharp, looked at Meng Qi: "Are you really determined?"

"It's a disciple." Meng Qi felt confused.

Xuan Chi nodded slightly: "You will also go to the Monk Academy tomorrow."

ah? Meng Qi was also stunned.