The Supreme Being

Following the long breathing rhythm, Meng Qi's internal energy originates from his Dantian, passes through three levels, passes through the Gate of Life, enters the Niwan, and finally converges into Tanzhong, where the snow flows down and all the rivers return to the sea.

After several weeks of this, Meng Qi gradually mastered the secrets of the "Shaolin Heart Technique", so he calmed down and opened his eyes.

At this time, the Xuan Chi who taught the mind technique just now was nowhere to be seen, and the sound of fists hitting the flesh could be heard outside the quiet room.

Meng Qi's heart moved, he stood up, and was about to walk out of the quiet room and enter the martial arts hall.

This is not because he does not pay attention to the cultivation of internal strength, but apart from being assigned patrol or duty duties, currently he can only touch the Jie Dao and practice sword skills in the Yanwu Hall. As for transporting Zhou Tian and enhancing internal strength, he can wait until The martial arts hall is closed, and you can do it after returning to the meditation room.

"Junior brother, are you going out together?" Meng Qi asked casually when he saw Zhenhui opening her eyes.

Zhenhui's face was rosy and her eyes were confused, as if she had just woken up. When asked by Meng Qi, she said sheepishly: "Brother, that hot mouse is very fun. I want to practice my mental skills for a while."

"Well, it's time for you to lay the foundation and try to open up Dantian as soon as possible." Meng Qi smiled, opened the door of the quiet room, and returned to the palace.

There is a weapon rack on the left corner of the martial arts hall, mainly long sticks and swords, mixed with a small amount of long swords and other objects. Two deacons in yellow stand on each side to prevent accidental injuries when the monks are sparring.

Meng Qi looked around and saw that Zhenyong was practicing Luohan Quan with others to the fullest, so he did not go up to say hello, but went straight to the weapon rack, picked an unedged Jie Dao, weighed the weight, and placed it Open the posture and practice slowly and awkwardly from beginning to end according to the "Five Tigers Cutting Door Sword Technique" given by Qi Xia.

There was a deacon monk nearby who saw Meng Qi practicing sword skills. He subconsciously narrowed his eyes, his eyes were like lightning. After watching for a while, he realized that Meng Qi was practicing the most basic and common sword skills. He shook his head, turned his head, and continued. Pay attention to the sparring of other monks.

Meng Qi used one move after another, gradually forgetting everything around him, and immersed himself in his own world of swordsmanship. He wielded the sword like the wind, with ease and freedom, and constantly compared the secret manuals to correct his mistakes.

After an unknown amount of time, a thin layer of sweat broke out on Meng Qi's forehead. He put away his knife and returned, savoring what he had just gained.

"Huh, if practicing swordsmanship every day has this level of effect, you will be able to master this swordsmanship in about a month." Meng Qi exhaled, secretly delighted, then took up his posture again and waved the sword.

This time, Meng Qi's "Five Tiger Door-Breaking Sword" seemed quite messy, because his focus was already on his own steps, and the sword technique was just to cover up that he was practicing the "Eight Steps of Divine Walking". To avoid being discovered by the deacon monk.

Half an hour later, Meng Qi, who had a good memory, roughly memorized the "Eight Steps of Divine Walking". Coupled with his internal strength, it was not difficult to improve his luck. However, let alone mastering, Meng Qi was still far from getting started. I still feel very far away from myself, as if there is something behind me, hazy and impossible to break through. At present, I can only remember complicated steps, which is of no use at all.

"It seems that we need to practice in combination with actual combat to find the secret of this pace." After practicing for a night, Meng Qi was also exhausted and exhausted. After inserting the sword into the weapon rack again, he walked towards Zhenyong.

"Huh, Junior Brother Zhending, have you mastered the 'Shaolin Mental Technique'?" Zhenyong half-hunched his body, pressed his hands on his knees, and gasped for air. The previous few sparring sessions had exhausted his physical strength.

Meng Qi smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhenyong, have you forgotten that I have already opened up my Dantian?"

"Yes, look at my brain!" Zhenyong patted his bald head and slowly straightened up, "Go back to the meditation room now?"

The Zen room in the Wu Monk Monastery is for two people, and Meng Qi and Zhen Hui live next door to Zhen Yong.

Meng Qi nodded, and was about to call Zhenhui, when he suddenly saw a burly and strong monk in front of him slamming into another monk fiercely.

With a bang, the thinner monk was knocked back a few steps and looked at the opposite side in shock and anger. But before he could speak, the tall monk who hit him spoke viciously: "You actually hit me. ? Do you want to have a sparring match with me? Well, let’s practice!”

The thinner monk's face turned pale, and his expression showed obvious fear, but he didn't refuse, and he took a stance and fought with the tall and fierce monk.

The result was no surprise. The monk was able to break his defense in two or three punches from the burly monk. He was beaten so hard that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. He staggered towards the gate of the Martial Arts Hall.

And the bully-like monk waved his fist triumphantly, showing off to his companions around him.

Meng Qi was stunned. It took him a long time to come back to his senses and said to Zhenyong next to him: "Is this okay?"

Eight deacons and monks were watching nearby. He actually dared to commit malicious provocations, beat fellow disciples and other crimes! And the beaten monk didn’t even ask for help! Where are the Shaolin precepts?

Although it is said that wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and there are bullies and being bullied, but Meng Qi thought about how there are eminent monks who have achieved enlightenment in Shaolin. It is considered a pure place in Buddhism. Even if dirty things are inevitable, they will not show it like this.

Zhenyong said in a low voice: "His dharma name is Zhenliang. He entered the temple three years ago and has just gained some success. He likes to use the rules to bully the weak in the martial arts hall."

"Regulations?" Meng Qi asked doubtfully.

Zhenyong said with a smile: "This is the rule of our martial arts academy. Anyone who is in the martial arts hall must not refuse the sparring request of any monk present. After all, if you are walking around and someone wants to kill you, you can't say anything 'I don't want to fight with you', right? This can be considered as letting us familiarize ourselves with the forced battle in advance. However, there are also distinctions in the courtyard. No monk who is close to the master of Qi accumulation is allowed to enter here. There is also a specialist. A martial arts hall that belongs to them.”

"Zhenliang is to seize this point and select monks with whom he has conflicts in daily practice. As for bumping into others, this is a reasonable provocation in the martial arts hall to help the monks get used to similar situations and effectively restrain themselves. Mood swings.”

Meng Qi nodded, finally understanding the reason: "But whether the sparring is malicious or kind, the deacons, uncles and brothers should be able to tell, right?"

"I heard that Zhenliang has a brother in the Discipline Academy..." Zhenyong said in a low voice, "So as long as they don't violate the Discipline, the deacons, uncles and brothers will turn a blind eye. Haha, Zhenliang is regarded as the first in the martial arts hall. Overlord."

Meng Qi thought of the struggling monks in the Monk Hall and laughed: "Such people can be admitted to the Wu Monk Hall. I thought Uncle Xuanku was a truly upright person!"

"It is said that Uncle Xuanku was only in charge of the first few batches that time, and other deacons and uncles selected the rest. Anyway, when the uncles and uncles come to select direct disciples in the future, they will consider their daily performance." Zhenyong I have no prejudice against Xuan Ku.

Meng Qi reviewed his judgment and narrowed his eyes to look at Zhenliang, who was chatting and laughing loudly with others.

"Hey, what I need most is actual combat training, and I'm worried that I don't have a suitable candidate!" Suddenly, he walked over.

The pressure of death in the world of reincarnation prevented him from worrying too much, and if he was expelled from Shaolin because of this, it would be considered his wish.

Seeing Meng Qi walking towards Zhenliang, Zhenyong didn't understand what was going on for a moment, but just looked at his back in confusion.

"Humph, you actually refused to help me clean the yard." Zhenliang looked at the door of the hall.

A monk next to him chuckled and said, "He doesn't know how powerful you are, Brother Zhenliang. Who in the entire martial arts hall can beat you?"

"Haha, you see how kind I am on weekdays, so you think I'm easy to get rid of?" Zhenliang laughed.

At this time, Meng Qi walked up to him, pushed his shoulder, and knocked him away with a bang.

Zhenliang took a few steps back and looked at Meng Qi in disbelief. He usually bumped into others and provoked them. Today, Zhenliang dared to bump into him?

Meng Qi exchanged his left and right hands with a half-smile, clenched his fists, looked at Zhensheng and said, "You bumped into me? Do you want to have a sparring match with me? Well, let's practice!"

ah?

The reversal of the situation stunned Zhenliang, and the companions next to him looked at Meng Qi in disbelief. This little monk appeared from nowhere. He looks handsome, but why is he so brainless?

Isn't this too bold?

Zhenyong's expression changed, and he was about to step forward to stop him, but suddenly remembered that even the teaching monk Zhenmiao had lost to Zhending that afternoon, so he slowed down and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"Damn it! You bastard!" Zhenliang came back to his senses and became furious. He was the only one who bullied others, so why should others provoke him?

He also imitated Meng Qi and clenched his fists with his left and right hands, making a crackling sound of the joints, and said ferociously: "Okay, let's practice! If I don't let you cry and beg for mercy, I will consider you your junior brother!"

The gazes of the surrounding deacons and monks remained unchanged, as if there was no conflict at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhenliang rushed towards Meng Qi and made a powerful gesture.

After half a stick of incense, Meng Qi gave Zhenliang a few punches lying on the ground. While the monks around him looked frightened and confused, as if they were dreaming, he stood up and patted the monk's robe leisurely: "I accept it. , Hey, junior brother, you still need to practice your martial arts."

In the fight just now, Meng Qi was first familiar with the "Eight Steps of Divine Movement" and "Arhat Fist". It was very difficult for a while, which made Zhenliang extremely excited. He seemed to have seen Meng Qi wailing after being beaten by him, but then As Meng Qi gradually became more proficient, he was eager to stop and think about the harvest, and he launched a fierce offensive. With the help of the iron cloth shirt and the momentum of a life-and-death struggle, he quickly knocked Zhenliang to the ground and beat him severely.

"Master... brother..." Zhenliang gritted his teeth and growled, not believing that he would lose at all. He clearly had the upper hand a few breaths ago, but why did the little monk turn into a savage beast in an instant, and his fists Hitting him was like tickling him!

Meng Qi lowered his gaze and looked at Zhenliang: "Hey, junior brother seems to be still not convinced? Shall we continue?"

Facing this guy who looked more like a bully than himself, Zhenliang had no choice but to grit his teeth, stop talking, and slowly get up.

Meng Qi was proficient in Luohan Quan and vaguely grasped the essence of the "Eight Steps of Divine Movement". When he was feeling relaxed physically and mentally, he looked around and looked eager to find someone to practice with.

With a shout, the surrounding monks dispersed like birds and beasts.

"It's so disrespectful..." Meng Qi shook his head and looked at Zhenliang again with a bruised nose and swollen face.

Zhenliang shuddered inexplicably and ran away without thinking.

"Junior Brother Zhending, your horizontal kung fu is really extraordinary." Zhenyong came up to compliment him, and at this time, Zhenhui also left the quiet room.

So, Meng Qi restrained his fighting spirit and went back to the meditation room with them to practice the "Shaolin Heart Technique".

On the second day, it was still about carrying water, reading and practicing. When it was about to end, Zhenmiao stood in front of Meng Qi with her hands behind her back: "Junior brother Zhending, are you ready?"

"Okay." Meng Qi replied in a deep voice, and stood out of the team. The battle with the strong man not only put him under pressure, but also made him feel excited.