Chapter 6 Arhat Fist
"Scripture Pavilion?" Zhenyong raised his eyebrows, then smiled with his white teeth showing, "Brother Zhending, it just so happens that the martial monks' academy will not practice boxing until after noon, so why don't I follow you to the Sutra Pavilion and help you clean it? Hehe, to be honest, I am also very curious about it."
"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 lower two floors of the Sutra Pavilion. I just don't have time during normal times. If you don't believe me, you can ask Uncle Xuanxin."
As soon as the voice fell, Zhenhui ran into Xuanxin's meditation room with a whoosh, which made Zhenyong stunned.
Meng Qi laughed dryly, "Zhenhui is such a serious person."
"It should be, it should be." Zhenyong laughed.
During this period of time, he often went to the errand yard to ask Mengqi for advice on literacy and sentence punctuation, and often helped him and Zhenhui do some odd jobs. He was quite generous and good at talking.
"Uncle Xuanxin said that Brother Zhenyong was right." Zhenhui ran out and said loudly.
"Then let's go." Zhenyong laughed.
The Sutra Library is located on a cliff on the back mountain of Shaolin Temple. It is an old four-story building. It stands alone and high. Birds flying close to it will also be very conspicuous.
After entering the Sutra Library, Meng Qi poured himself a glass of water on the table and drank it. The journey was too long, and the autumn heat was particularly fierce. He was thirsty!
But Zhenhui walked to the bookshelf where Buddhist scriptures were placed, took out one by one, and read it carefully.
"Hey, Junior Brother Zhenhui, what are you doing? Do you like reading Buddhist scriptures?" Zhenyong asked with a smile and confusion.
Meng Qi was also puzzled by Zhenhui's behavior. He poured another glass of water and looked over while drinking.
Zhenhui's expression was very serious, and there was a hint of hope: "There may be peerless magic skills written in the gaps of the scriptures."
Puff, Meng Qi sprayed a mouthful of water, spraying Zhenyong's head and face. Is this guy deeply addicted to martial arts fantasy stories? Or does he trust himself so much that he believes everything he says?
Zhenyong wiped his face blankly and looked at Meng Qi: "Brother Zhending, what's so funny about this? What Brother Zhenhui said is not impossible."
"Yes, this is what Brother told me secretly!" Zhenhui flipped through the pages very seriously.
"Haha." Meng Qi could only answer like this, and then he put away his funny mood and said, "Little brother, don't worry, we have to come every day anyway, clean up first, otherwise we will be punished."
Hearing what his most trusted brother said, Zhenhui immediately put down the scriptures and cleaned the Sutra Pavilion with Meng Qi and Zhenyong.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the cleaning was almost completed. Just as Meng Qi was about to "flip through" the scriptures, Zhenyong suddenly covered his stomach and said anxiously: "Oh, two brothers, people have three urgent things, Brother, go to the bathroom first."
As he spoke, he ran to the stairs in a flash, making a sound of stomping and staring, and disappeared in front of Meng Qi and the others.
Meng Qi didn't care much, and asked Zhenhui to carefully distinguish the classification and storage location of the Buddhist scriptures to see if there was anything worth paying attention to.
After about a quarter of an hour, Zhenyong came back with a pale face and holding his stomach.
"Brother Zhenyong, are you okay?" Meng Qi asked with concern.
Zhenyong shook his head: "It seems that I have a stomachache."
He also imitated Meng Qi and Zhenhui, slowly browsing the titles of books in front of the bookshelf. Suddenly, he chuckled and said: "There is actually a boxing manual for "Luohan Fist" here."
"Luohan Fist? Isn't this the boxing method that you brothers usually practice?" Meng Qi leaned over quickly.
Zhenyong took out the book and handed it to Meng Qi: "Yes, I thought it would be upstairs, but I didn't expect it to be on this floor."
Meng Qi took it and flipped through it greedily, trying to remember all the contents inside.
"Hehe, Brother Zhending, do you need Brother to teach you a little?" Zhenyong said with a smile.
Meng Qi was happy in his heart, but he was not very reassured and said: "Is this okay?"
It is against the temple rules to secretly learn martial arts without permission!
Zhenhui also widened his eyes, which were clearly black and white, and looked at Zhenyong with hidden excitement.
Zhenyong pointed at the boxing manual and said, "Since the boxing manual is placed in a place where all monks can come and go and borrow it at will, it means that it is a basic that everyone can learn, and it does not violate the temple rules."
"Well." Meng Qi was still worried, so he 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 had dry and yellow eyebrows and deep wrinkles on his skin. He looked like he would die at any time, and at this time he was dozing with his eyes half closed.
"Grandmaster, is this boxing manual in the right place?" Meng Qi asked cautiously.
According to Xuanxin, the old monk guarding the pavilion is named "Konghui". He belongs to the same generation as the abbot Kongwen, and is three generations higher than Meng Qi - Shaolin is in the order of "empty mind without mystery, pure wisdom and deep wisdom".
Konghui opened his eyelids, glanced at Mengqi with turbid eyes, and said slowly: "Arhat boxing is widely spread, and there is nothing special about it."
In other words, I can learn it! Meng Qi thought in his heart with great joy, although this is a very ordinary boxing method, it is better than nothing after all!
He happily took the boxing manual back to the second floor and bowed to Zhenyong solemnly: "Please give me some advice, senior brother."
After that, until noon, Meng Qi and Zhenhui were learning martial arts in the Sutra Library, and they felt that their strength seemed to be condensed into one.
Because he had to go back to practice martial arts, Zhenyong hurriedly said goodbye, and Meng Qi and Zhenhui strolled on the cliff contentedly.
As they walked, Meng Qi found that Zhenhui's eyes were not right, and he kept 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 the peerless secret book or immortal weapon? No, I didn't see the immortal sword dance..."
Meng Qi's expression froze on his face. It's over. He has led the child astray.
No, it has to be reversed! Meng Qi thought about it, and seeing that Zhenhui was so easy to deceive, he said half "saving" and half with evil taste: "Junior brother, let's change the story tonight."
"What story?" Zhenhui was very excited.
Meng Qi laughed and said, "The story of Xia Yuhe by Daming Lake."
"Well, is she a peerless master?" Zhenhui asked curiously and happily.
"..." Meng Qi was speechless for a while.
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The bright moon in the sky was covered by dark clouds, and the cold wind was bone-chilling, making the paper-pasted windows creak. Each of the miscellaneous monks had an extra quilt, but Zhenying and Zhenguan were still curled up in the cold.
Meng Qi was unaware of this. He sat cross-legged, calmed down, and felt the Qi rising up, gathering into golden liquid, evolving into Yangzhi nectar, and filling the corresponding acupoints.
As soon as this breath of Qi was filled, Meng Qi immediately felt that all 365 major acupoints in his body had a sense of swell. The Qi gushed out, and the main meridians were like being washed by a flood, expanding one by one, as the saying goes, "When Qi is full, the meridians will open automatically."
This step would take a certain amount of time for ordinary people, but Meng Qi's body itself had already completed the "100-day foundation building". At this time, the Qi was full and overflowing, and the meridians were unobstructed and all were initially open.
Meng Qi slowly opened his eyes, and felt refreshed all over his body, as if he had endless strength. He realized that he had taken the first step in martial arts practice.
He resisted the urge to get out of bed and practice Luohan Fist, and let out a long breath. He didn't feel much joy of the breakthrough. First, the "100-day foundation building" was relatively simple and not difficult. It was just a matter of time. Second, a few months had passed, and his Luohan Fist was also quite good, but he still couldn't see any hope of leaving the errand house.
If he didn't leave the errand house, he would never be able to touch the more advanced martial arts and the magical skills that could break through the difference between heaven and man!
"Ah..." Meng Qi's thousands of anxieties and worries turned into a long sigh.
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"Zhen Ding, the lecture hall will be suspended for the next two days. You are responsible for cleaning the Zen Heart Courtyard and you are not allowed to offend the distinguished guests." This morning, after breakfast, Meng Qi was called over by Xuan Xin.
"Distinguished guest? Uncle Xuan Xin, I wonder which sect you are from?" Meng Qi wanted to find out clearly, so as not to offend the guests.
Xuan Xin smiled and said, "Zhenwu Sect, Xuantian Sect, Xijian Pavilion, Huanhua Sword Sect, Qingchen Sect, Dajiang Gang and other Dajin Sects were invited by Shaolin to bring their masters to discuss martial arts. In fact, it is to give the talented young disciples of each sect an opportunity to compete and learn from each other and broaden their horizons."
Meng Qi took a breath of cold air. These are all the great martial arts sects in the world that Xuan Xin talked about! For example, Zhenwu Sect and Xuantian Sect are two of the three sects of Taoism, Xijian Pavilion and Huanhua Sword Sect belong to the six sword-wielding sects, and Qingchen Sect and Dajiang Gang are among the six great sects in the world.
"Young disciples with outstanding talents?" Meng Qi asked subconsciously. After all, he is also a young disciple of Shaolin Zhen, and he always has a competitive heart.
Xuan Xin touched his bulging belly and laughed: "Why are you asking this? Can you still compete with them? You are a menial monk who has 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. Let alone a competition, you don't even have the qualifications to stand together!" His sharp ridicule made Meng Qi quite embarrassed and angry. His blood rushed up and his face flushed. Although he was mentally over 20 years old and had a lot of social experience, he was still young and energetic, and he couldn't help but be a little competitive. At this time, being despised by others, and thinking about the gap between him and those proud children, it was naturally difficult to control his emotional fluctuations. Xuan Xin seemed to be unaware of this and continued, "I heard that among the young disciples from various sects who came this time, several of them are under 20 years old and have already entered the state of enlightenment. It is possible that they will be included in the human list in the future. What about you? What martial arts do you know? What unique skills do you know? But my Shaolin is also full of talents. The true constant, true essence, and true wonder of this generation are not inferior to them." As he said this, he squinted at Meng Qi and said, "Why don't you go and clean up the Chanxin Courtyard?" Meng Qi gritted his teeth, calmed down, and walked towards the Chanxin Courtyard with a broom. Xuan Xin looked at Meng Qi's back, and the smile on his face gradually faded, leaving only a trace at the corner of his mouth.