Chapter 49 A special training place

Chapter 49 A special training place

The moon was sparse and the wind was deep in the bones. Meng Qi and Zhen Hui were walking on the way back to the Wu Monk Monastery.

"Junior brother, thank you for asking Master to accept me as his disciple." After a while of silence, Meng Qi said.

Although this is not what I really want, my junior brother's friendship is still worthy of gratitude.

Zhenhui walked briskly, looking very happy, and said nonchalantly: "It has nothing to do with me. Master has long wanted to accept senior brother as his disciple."

"Ah? How do you know?" Meng Qi asked in shock.

Zhenhui turned her head and gave him a strange look: "The two secret books have been copied a long time ago."

yes! Why didn't I think of that! Meng Qi suddenly realized it and looked at Zhenhui up and down. Could this guy be as wise as he was foolish?

Zhenhui felt a little uneasy at the sight, so she shrank her neck and said, "Brother, I didn't steal your food."

Forehead? Meng Qi narrowed his eyes and asked me why I haven't eaten enough these past few days! I thought this was what being punished by facing a wall was like!

When facing the wall, three meals a day are delivered to the room.

After Zhenhui took a few steps back, Meng Qi gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, it's an important time for you to open up your Dantian and you need enough food."

"Yeah!" Zhenhui nodded honestly without politeness.

While talking, the two of them returned to the Monk Monastery. As soon as they entered the Zen room, they were approached by Zhenyong who heard the door open.

"Junior Brother Zhending, Junior Brother Zhenhui, you are truly blessed by the Buddha to be chosen as a disciple by Uncle Xuanbei." He spoke with words of congratulations, but they were slightly sour.

Meng Qi smiled and said, "I didn't expect it either. I thought the reward would be one of the seventy-two unique skills."

"Alas, I was scared at that time, otherwise... alas, alas..." Zhenyong sighed, regretting his choice of doing more rather than doing less.

After what happened in the back mountain, Meng Qi no longer had the same good relationship with him as before, but after hearing this, he still said a few words of relief: "I did it because of the reward, and Junior Brother Zhenhui did it because of his good performance in both the Wu Monk Academy and the Auxiliary Academy. Senior Brother Zhenyong, you also have a chance."

"I hope, Amitabha, I hope that the sky will be full of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas opening their eyes." Zhenyong sighed, put away his expression of envy, jealousy, and cheered up, and said with great interest, "Become a disciple of Uncle Xuanbei, and you will be able to study for seventy years. The second unique skill, I wonder what the two junior brothers chose?"

"I am the golden bell, and Junior Brother Zhenhui is the flower finger." There is nothing to hide about this kind of thing, Meng Qi answered casually while packing his clothes.

Zhenyong was stunned for a moment: "Brother Zhenhui, you actually chose to pick your fingers?"

His tone was a bit strange. Meng Qi raised his head and looked over: "Senior Brother Zhenyong, what's the problem?"

Zhenyong shook his head and put on a smile: "No, no, I just think that it is difficult to practice finger-twisting, and I have to distract myself from other stunts. I am a little worried about Junior Brother Zhenhui, but Junior Brother Zhenhui is usually a dedicated person, so I am not afraid. "

As he said that, he looked at Zhenhui and said with envy on his face: "Junior brother Zhenhui, the flower-twisting finger is directly derived from the 'Tathagata Divine Palm'. It is the first of my seventy-two Shaolin skills. You must practice hard. In the future Please give me some advice on my martial arts, senior brother.”

"Yeah." Zhenhui concentrated on packing her clothes.

Zhen Yong knew his temper and was not surprised. He turned to Meng Qi and said: "Junior brother Zhending, you have the iron cloth skills. The 'Golden Bell' is an excellent choice, but why not choose the 'Vajra Indestructible Magic'?" What? It’s better and there’s no conflict.”

Of course, Meng Qi would not harm himself by copying Xuan Bei's words. He smiled and said, "My master asked me to choose. I don't know why."

"Well, Uncle Xuanbei is a master of his generation, so there must be deep meaning in this." Zhenyong nodded, smiling again, "You two junior brothers, please take care of me in the future."

"Definitely." Meng Qi didn't want to dwell on this topic, and looked out the window at the dark night and said, "Senior brother Zhenyong, what big things have happened these past few days?"

Zhenyong thought for a while and said: "The big thing related to us is that the masters and uncles come to select disciples, but you don't need to worry about it. Well, there is another big thing. Senior Brother Zhenchang broke through Tongren Lane and went down the mountain to wander. "

"Senior Brother Zhenchang? Tongren Alley?" A tall, thin young monk suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's mind. He was none other than Zhenchang, one of the three strongest people in the 'Zhen' generation, who also served concurrently in the martial arts academy. The teaching monk, but the target is the monk who practices the "Arhat Formation".

When he first met him, Meng Qi had only one idea. This guy should play the role of Tang Monk. He has red lips and white teeth, is tall and thin, and has a weak air. He thought he was the type that a banshee would like. However, after listening to Zhenyong's introduction, he knew He is Zhenchang, the leader in martial arts of the "Zhen" generation.

Zhenyong nodded heavily: "Yes, after a period of seclusion, Senior Brother Zhenchang has opened his ears. He has also achieved small successes in the 'Arhat Subduing Demon Magic Skill' and 'Prajna Palm', and then he directly broke through the Tongren Alley and became the best "Young wandering disciple."

"Can you get through Tongren Alley just by opening your ear apertures?" Meng Qi heard Jiang Zhiwei mention it. She also had her eyes and ears opened, but she was not more than 60% sure that she could get through Tongren Alley. She really had her ear apertures opened for the first time. , can actually get through? Could it be that he is more powerful than Jiang Zhiwei? That's not right. In the last martial arts competition, Jiang Zhiwei came out on top without even using the "Sword Out of Self" technique. Later, there was an improvement in the reincarnation space.

Zhenyong looked out the window and lowered his voice: "I heard from others that Brother Zhenchang's attempt to enter Tongren Alley was very dangerous. He almost failed and relied on a little luck to get through."

"That's it." Meng Qi said thoughtfully.

Zhenyong continued: "Furthermore, Senior Brother Zhenchang is the first monk of our 'Zhenzi generation' to enter the stage of awakening. He has already been able to open his ears again, and his strength is far stronger than that of Senior Brother Zhenben and Zhenmiao. I postponed the retreat because of the martial arts debate, but unexpectedly I was defeated by Jiang Zhiwei’s sword in the Xijiang Pavilion. Now it’s reasonable to make a breakthrough and break through the Tongren Alley.”

According to Shaolin rules, Zhenchang, who is the first to enter the enlightenment stage, is regarded as the ‘elder brother’ of the ‘Zhenzi generation’.

Meng Qi pretended to be curious, asked about the news about Tongren Lane in detail, and then left the Zen room with his luggage with satisfaction.

After Zhenyong's repeated farewells, Meng Qi and Zhenhui walked slowly to the entrance of the courtyard. Looking back, they saw that the candles in many meditation rooms were not extinguished. They could vaguely see many monks looking at the two of them. The icicles hung down from the eaves, and the panoramic view appeared. Under the moonlight, it was crystal clear, but also inexplicably cold.

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"Master, where are you taking me?" After morning class the next day, Meng Qi was led towards the back mountain by Xuan Bei.

Is the special place for cultivation located in a cave in the back mountain?

Xuan Bei's cassock fluttered lightly in the wind, and he looked ahead and said: "My master has asked for leave from Brother Xuan En. You don't have to go to the chanting hall during this period. You can concentrate on practicing the 'Golden Bell Jar' and lay a good foundation as soon as possible." . The teacher will help you with your literacy."

"Yes, Master." Meng Qi looked at the increasingly familiar scenery around him and said, "Are you going to practice the 'Golden Bell' in the back mountain?"

"Not long ago", it was here that I experienced dangers, dealt with Tang Shun, the "world in the palm of my hand", and also received the true inheritance of "Ananda's broken sword technique" in the secret passage.

Xuanbei nodded lightly: "Well, we'll find out when we get there. Did you read the 'Golden Bell' secret book thoroughly last night?"

"I have read it three times and started trying it." Meng Qi answered honestly.

He wasted no time at all, racing against time to practice the first level of the Golden Bell Cover and re-concentrate his Dantian.

Xuanbei stopped talking and moved forward in silence. Meng Qi followed closely and passed through the narrow road between the two cliffs, truly stepping into the back mountain for the first time.

The mountains overlap, and strange peaks protrude from time to time, but as far as the eye can see, there is no grass growing, and the soil is red, as if it has been irrigated with blood.

"It is said that a few years before Patriarch Bodhidharma entered Nirvana, he fought a fierce battle with a great demon here. The pure land where he evolved was destroyed, and all kinds of barriers were broken, leading to what it is today." Xuan Bei seemed to feel Meng Qi's doubtful gaze. He slowly spoke, "The divine monks of all generations later hid the relics in the relic stupa here, transforming this demonic land with Buddha's Dharma, so that the disciples in the outdoor scene can walk."

Stepping onto the "blood soil", Meng Qi felt a chill coming from under his feet. Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, stumps and rotting bodies, and evil ghosts and demons all seemed to appear before his eyes.

"Amitabha." The solemn Buddha's chant sounded, and all kinds of illusions disappeared. The sun was still bright and there was no green at all.

"Disciples who come to Houshan for the first time all have similar hallucinations of contamination. Once they calm down, it will be fine." Xuanbei said kindly.

Meng Qi nodded, but he was shocked and doubtful in his heart. This was similar to the feeling he felt when touching the stone door that said "love, justice, kindness, don't enter this door", but it was not as realistic and scary, and it didn't make him sweat in cold sweat.

Is there any connection?

After walking around several peaks and passing several passes guarded by monks and elders in yellow, Xuanbei led Meng Qi to the highest peak of the back mountain. As they walked, touches of green gradually appeared in Meng Qi's eyes, stripes of green. The clear spring flows down from a high place and forms puddles, filled with strange golden lotuses that are still in full bloom in winter.

Walking among these mountains, Meng Qi felt that his body and mind were pure, and he forgot all his worries.

After passing a few passes, Meng Qi saw a gleaming glazed pagoda with seven floors, but it was not very tall.

"Amitabha." The person guarding the door was an elder wearing cassocks. He announced the Buddha's name, checked Xuanbei's token, and let him and Meng Qi in without asking any questions.

"The place of cultivation is in the stupa..." Meng Qi muttered to himself, not daring to speak, and quietly followed Xuan Bei deep into the stupa.

"The seven floors above the pagoda are where the relics are kept, and the seven floors below are where demons and ghosts are suppressed." Xuanbei said in a calm tone, and opened the stone door in front of him that was engraved with swastikas.

As soon as the stone door opened, a strong and strange breath rushed towards his face, which made Meng Qi tremble physically and mentally. His breath was difficult to circulate and he felt uncomfortable all over.

"This is evil spirit." Xuanbei fulfilled his master's duty of explanation.

Meng Qi held back his discomfort, controlled his trembling, and followed Xuan Bei forward with a steady pace.

Xuanbei nodded slightly, and after going around a few corners, he stopped next to a cell. Inside, lay a giant bird with fiery red feathers.

Just standing next to the cell, Meng Qi felt like he was being burned by fire. Looking around, he felt that the air there was slightly distorted, as if the whole space was shaking, but the cell in front of him was exuding a slight chill, and there was a knot of knots on the ground. Layer of light blue ice crystals.

"This is the Huo Hu, with the bloodline of the ancient true phoenix. You can use its escaping breath to practice the first level of the Golden Bell Jar here." Xuan Bei asked Meng Qi to practice outside this cell.

Meng Qi gritted his teeth, took off his monk's robe from his waist, and sat down cross-legged in front of the light golden iron railing with symbols. His upper body was bare, feeling the high temperature, and running the mental method of the first level of the golden bell.