Chapter 117 The Dharma Name is True (Updated with 2100 votes)
The sword light was hazy and evolved into thousands of things. Duan Mingcheng seemed to see the reconstruction of the Snow God Palace, the command that no one in the martial arts world dared to disobey, the breaking of the boundaries between humans and gods, climbing to the top, and ascending with beauty. All these were extremely beautiful and sweet, and it was hard to extricate himself.
The light was condensed, and the people dispersed. Duan Mingcheng suddenly woke up as if in a dream. He felt extremely lost and wanted to go back to the moment just now.
"Alas, the mage's swordsmanship is divine, and it really touches the human heart. I am ashamed to be unable to reach it."
Duan Xiangfei's frustrated and lost tone made Duan Mingcheng completely sober. Looking at the white monk robe in front of him, the Zhending mage was spotless and floating in the world. Recalling the indescribable sword light just now, his heart was shocked. It turned out that this was a sword that could reach the gods. It was worthy of being a sword that could reach the gods!
In front of him, a vast and deep world appeared again, full of various mysteries. In the past, he was really like a frog in the well, with shallow knowledge, and he actually doubted the sword attainments of the Zhending mage. There was such a sword in the world!
Meng Qi used the back of his knife to slash Duan Xiangfei, and he held back at the end, so he didn't cause any major damage, just made Duan Xiangfei cough a few times. Of course, his mind was "injured". Rebuilding the Snow God Palace was his obsession for decades, and now he was "in the mortal world", so he was naturally hurt and ashamed, unable to control himself, and his negative emotions could not dissipate for a long time.
"Amitabha, if the donor has no time in his heart, the poor monk's knife will have no chance to take advantage, and the donor will lose himself." In this case, Meng Qi would certainly not miss the opportunity to create the image of a high monk.
Duan Xiangfei is an old fox after all. After taking a breath, his face returned to normal: "Master, there is no need to say more. I know my own business. Let's go out tomorrow and take a boat to Changhua Temple, okay?"
"I don't know how many days it will take." Meng Qi is most concerned about this. He is a little exhausted now, but he is not afraid of Duan Xiangfei's embarrassment. If he has evil intentions, he has the self-sacrifice to activate the knife skills, the sad breeze, and the deadly darts, so it is not a problem to kill him.
Duan Xiangfei said without thinking: "If the wind is favorable, it will arrive in ten days."
If it is express delivery, it will arrive tomorrow... Meng Qi said a cold joke in his heart: "That's great, Old Duan, do you remember the last request? Please help me collect some common secrets, preferably some acupoints."
Duan Xiangfei is very smart, so he didn't ask more questions. He smiled and said: "This is simple."
Meng Qi nodded, and was about to let Duan Xiangfei give him a room to rest and condense the acupoints, but suddenly remembered something: "Old Duan, you said that I can reach the gods with one sword, break the void, and ascend to the Pure Land of Buddhism. Would it be a bit troublesome to travel around the world again? How about disguising yourself and taking an alias? "
"It's okay. Changhua Temple and Tianding City are located in the west and east, and they are separated by a journey of nearly a month. People nearby should not recognize you, Master. Besides." Duan Mingcheng smiled very sagely and said, "Besides, even if someone recognizes you, I will say that you found it difficult to break the boundary between humans and gods in this world, so you came down to the world to teach the Dharma and save the world."
"Old Duan, your talent for smooth talk is stronger than your talent for martial arts." Meng Qi said "sincerely". This guy's lying skills are definitely maxed out. He is indeed an old fox!
In fact, he doesn't care much about this problem. With his current strength, although he can't be said to be invincible, he is slightly superior to the masters. As long as he is not besieged by several masters, there will be no danger.
"Thank you for the compliment, Master." Duan Xiangfei answered with a smile without any shame.
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The next day, Meng Qi, who had begun to condense the acupoints, was led by Duan Xiangfei and Duan Mingcheng to the riverside, where a huge and magnificent ship with carved railings and jade was moored.
"I asked Mingcheng to inform my subordinates to prepare it last night." Duan Xiangfei explained casually, and took Meng Qi to the deck and into the cabin, where beautiful maids made tea and poured water, serving him meticulously.
Meng Qi smiled as he watched the maids walking around like butterflies and orioles, and joked: "Old Duan, when I first saw you, you were just riding a small broken boat. I didn't expect there was such a luxurious ship. The real person doesn't show his face."
Duan Xiangfei picked up the teacup, took a sip, and laughed: "I am idle, but I like to ride a boat, but this time I am afraid of neglecting the master."
"Am I like the kind of monk who loves wine and meat?" Meng Qi said with a smile, that is, the monk who loves wine and meat!
Duan Xiangfei nodded gently: "I didn't think it through. The master is out of this world, how could he be addicted to luxury? Why don't we abandon the boat and change boats?"
Meng Qi used the tea cover to disperse the heat leisurely, and said casually: "It doesn't matter. I can bear simple meals and luxurious services."
"Simple meals are empty, and luxurious services are also empty. The master is worthy of being an enlightened monk." Duan Xiangfei was stunned for a moment and praised.
This is your own understanding... Meng Qi smiled a little stiffly.
In the next ten days, Meng Qi continued to condense the acupoints, practice the illusion method and the fifth level of the Golden Bell Cover, practice "Falling into the Red Dust", ponder the "Yan Luo Post", and occasionally read "Dugu Jiujian", which was very fulfilling.
Although cultivation in this world is much slower than that in the main world, Meng Qi's acupoints have already been opened, and with the help of "Xu Xing Yi Hua Dan" in condensing, it is fair. And opening the ear orifices depends on sharpening unless it is forcibly impacted, and has nothing to do with the world itself. The improvement of knife and sword skills is basically the result of one's own thinking, understanding and exchanges with others. As long as there is a suitable opponent, the environment is not involved. Therefore, the progress of the fifth level of the Golden Bell Cover to the perfect level and the cultivation of the Illusionary Form Dafa is very slow.
However, perhaps because of his shallow foundation in swordsmanship, difficulty in getting started with the "Dugu Nine Swords", and Meng Qi's lack of understanding, when he arrived at "Ningcheng" where Changhua Temple is located, he had no clue at all.
"Master, it's getting late, let's rest in the city for a day, and then go to Changhua Temple outside the city tomorrow." Along the way, Duan Mingcheng was very earnest, because the martial arts principles occasionally revealed in Master Zhending's words All extremely thought-provoking.
Meng Qi looked at Duan Xiangfei and Duan Mingcheng, and said with a smile: "It's up to the guest to do as he pleases, but the poor monk has to go to the bookstore to buy a copy of "Yi"."
"The Book of Changes?" Duan Xiangfei asked a little strangely. There is indeed the Book of Changes in this world, but a monk always looks weird when reading the Book of Changes.
"It's just drawing parallels." Meng Qi certainly wouldn't say that he was cramming in common sense, and the introduction to "Dugu Nine Swords" does involve some content from "Yi".
Duan Xiangfei didn't ask any more questions and told Duan Mingcheng to go to the inn to make some preparations. He and Meng Qi walked leisurely through the busy city, went to a book store to buy the "Book of Changes", and then entered a lively restaurant.
As soon as he stepped in, noisy voices rushed towards his face. Meng Qi's ear-related acupoints had almost been condensed. With a slight thought, he could distinguish different voices. Some people were discussing the provincial examination, and some were bragging about killing bandits. Someone was exchanging information about various recent events in the world, and many of them mentioned Meng Qi. For example, Master Zhending was highly virtuous and had a white beard hanging down his chest. Someone was lucky enough to meet him and received his teachings. For example, several great masters were stimulated and extremely eager. Touch the boundary between man and God.
"I originally thought that there would be no way out after the Grand Master, but I didn't expect that Master Zhending could reach the gods with one sword and cut off the path between humans and gods. It is really a blessing for the martial arts!"
At these words, Meng Qi and Duan Xiangfei smiled at each other, climbed up to the second floor, and found a seat by the window because of the lack of space.
"There is a 'Luoxue Dao' near Changhua Temple. If the master wants to learn from each other, I can lead the way." Duan Xiangfei said with a smile.
Meng Qi nodded: "Thank you."
After ordering a few vegetarian dishes, Duan Xiangfei suddenly sighed: "The boundary between humans and gods is elusive. Except for people like the mage, I don't know who has such hope..."
"Old Duan, what do you think?" Meng Qi looked at Duan Xiangfei with a smile.
Duan Xiangfei pondered for a moment and said: "Cui Xu is extremely talented and determined. He has condensed the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows twice, which is equivalent to the perfection of the phantom method. He has also opened other divine treasures. If he does not die, he may really be able to touch the boundary between humans and gods."
Meng Qi's expression remained unchanged as he said: "Cui Xu is eager for quick success and has lost his foundation. Even if he can open the boundary between humans and gods, his youth will only burn away without a trace, leaving only a ghost."
"What about Luo Qing? At such a young age, he has already discovered his hidden secrets. His swordsmanship is outstanding, and he is almost psychic. Given time, he may be able to open up the boundaries between humans and gods." Duan Xiangfei asked.
Meng Qi thought for a while and said: "I don't know how many geniuses are outstanding when they are young, but they are ordinary when they grow up. Luo Qing is still far away from the boundary between humans and gods. There are still many obstacles and difficulties. It is difficult to say that there is hope unless he gets a big opportunity."
Duan Xiangfei straightened his back and looked at Meng Qi with bright eyes: "What about the old man? Is there any hope for the old man?"
Meng Qi suddenly wanted to laugh. He felt like he was talking about heroes over wine, but this was not bad. He suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Old Duan, you have been going astray for a long time. Unless you can find your way back."
"Wrong way..." Duan Xiangfei looked sad and muttered to himself, as if he wanted to ask Meng Qi for advice on how to find his way back, but he was a little unable to speak, so he said instead, "I don't know which master is most promising in Master's heart to break the human-gods" limit?"
Meng Qi picked up the teacup, swayed it gently, and imitated Cao A'ao's tone and said: "There are great masters in the world, but the miserable monk of Faxuanzong is the only one who has hope."
This is the truth. No one else’s body can withstand the backlash of opening the gateway between the eyebrows and building the bridge between heaven and earth. Only the miserable monk who has spent decades using Chunyang Boy Kung Fu has some hope. Of course, he must first find the way to open the spiritual secret. Hidden Dharma.
"What a loud tone." Duan Xiangfei hadn't spoken yet, but a voice came from the stairs. It was mature and low, but it was a female voice.
Duan Xiangfei looked back and saw a beautiful woman in a scarlet palace dress and a middle-aged man with a dull face walking up hand in hand. She was beautiful in appearance and graceful in figure. She was like a ripe fruit, so plump. She was almost dripping with water, but what caught Meng Qi's attention was the long knife hanging on her waist. The blade was very thin and seemed to be broken at any time.
"Who do I know? It turns out to be Mr. Xianyin." The beautiful middle-aged woman said with a hint of sarcasm, "I don't know the name of this 'eminent monk', but I would like to ask Mr. Xianyin to introduce him to me. I would like to see what he has." Who are you qualified to comment on the world’s great masters?”
Duan Xiangfei remained calm, turned to Meng Qi with a smile, "This is Mrs. Che, Che Wanxiu, nicknamed 'Luoxue Dao', and this is her husband, Mr. Xiang."
Because Che Wanxiu is a great master, when outsiders introduce her, she is also called Mrs. Che instead of Mrs. Xiang.
Meng Qi understood what he meant and nodded gently, indicating that there was no need to keep his identity secret. He would eventually compete with Luo Xuedao.
Duan Xiangfei got the answer, stood up with a smile, and said to Che Wanxiu: "Mrs. Che, this mage is indeed qualified to comment on the world's great masters."
Before Che Wanxiu could speak, he added: "His name is really determined."