Chapter 149: Interception (Second update, please vote for recommendation)

Chapter 149: Interception (Second update, please vote for recommendation)

"Nothing wrong?" As the leader of the Discipline Academy, this was the first time Wu Jing encountered a disciple who had committed crimes without any repentance. He was immediately furious and asked sternly.

"Amitabha, sin, sin, sin." Kong Jian paused for a moment while squeezing the hand holding the beads.

Xuan Bei looked at Meng Qi in shock and astonishment, his mouth moved, but he didn't know what to say. Once these words came out, there was no chance of saving him!

Did he really think so, or was it just to prevent him from losing the opportunity to practice in the upper level of the stupa?

Crazy child, alas, crazy child!

Xuanbei's expression was a little disappointed, but also a little moved and relieved.

Meng Qi frowned and said without fear: "Does the leader not know the principle of eradicating all evil? When is the so-called retribution of injustice? Only by eradicating the roots can we not kill again and again and add more crimes."

"If you allow evil people to run free and just teach them, more good people will inevitably suffer. Isn't this adding to the sin? Killing is to protect yourself. Killing karma is not killing people!"

"Shaolin is a Zen sect. The Buddha does not seek outsiders and is self-sufficient in nature. The Buddha is an enlightened one and a teacher. He should not be a clay puppet enshrined in a Buddhist hall. But you have forgotten the original meaning of Zen. You worship the Buddha with incense and serve the Buddha with your body. , regard Buddha as a god, worship him, and lose his original intention!”

"The way of Zen is to seek the Buddha in the heart. Everyone has Buddha nature, as long as they are not blinded by the four false combinations. If you are a Buddha yourself, why do you still do good deeds, stop killing, accumulate merit, and seek the way of Bodhisattva outside?"

"Hypocrisy! Heretic!"

He would do whatever he wanted to anger Wu Jing, regardless of whether it was justified or not in line with his own ideas.

"What evil, where are these fallacies coming from!" Wu Jing shouted sternly.

Regarding Meng Qi's words, it is not unreasonable for him to refute Meng Qi's words as he has been studying Buddhist scriptures all year round. However, as the leader of the Discipline Hall, two generations older than him, it is really unseemly to debate the scriptures with an impenitent disciple!

He turned to look at Xuan Bei: "What else do you have to say?"

Xuanbei gave Meng Qi a deep look and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, this disciple has no way to teach and has nothing to say. I also ask the master uncle to allow the disciple to abolish the Zhending martial arts himself and send him to a nearby city to avoid it."

Meng Qi lowered his head, feeling disappointed that he had disappointed his master...

Zhenhui had been kneeling beside him repentantly, without any complaints about the punishment he had received. But at this moment, when he saw his master walking up to his senior brother, gently pressing his right palm on his Dantian, golden pure light bloomed, he was finally moved. , with a sad and frightened look on his face, cried: "Brother!"

He is still just a child after all.

There was no pain in his Dantian, as if he had been immersed in warm water. It was completely different from what An Guoxie felt when he did it, but Meng Qi could clearly feel that all his energy was disappearing rapidly.

Hearing Zhenhui's cry, he turned his head, squeezed out a smile, and said softly: "Little junior brother, don't be sad, study martial arts well, and when we meet again in the future, don't be left too far away by senior brother, haha, I can't tell you at that time They are all eminent monks.”

Zhenhui was not a fool. She knew that there was no way back, and her eyes were full of tears: "Brother, you have to be good too!"

"I will become a great hero." Meng Qi tried to ease the sudden sadness with his smile.

Then, under the guidance of Xuan Bei, Meng Qi made a Soul Oath: Starting from today, Shaolin Kung Fu will not be spread to outsiders. If he does not take the Soul Soul Oath, he will be imprisoned directly at the bottom of the stupa and not see the light of day for decades.

Xuan Bei pulled Meng Qi to his feet and said to Kong Jian: "Uncle Master, this disciple is sending Zhending to Wuliang to avoid being pursued by the Crying Old Man's lineage."

Kongjian stopped turning the beads and sighed: "Zhending, Buddhism is not the law of evil people, nor is it the law of good people. As long as you can understand yourself clearly in the future and let go of your murderous intentions, you can still become a Buddha immediately. The door of Shaolin is open to you. "

People who have done many evil deeds can achieve great enlightenment and become monks. Shaolin will naturally not reject the abandonment of disciples' desire to worship the Buddha. Of course, as a sect of martial arts and spirituality, there are many ways to test the authenticity of confessions.

Meng Qi nodded, said nothing, let Xuan Bei pull him, and disappeared from the window step by step.

Zhenhui bit her lip tightly and looked at the sky outside eagerly, as if she was still expecting her senior brother to come back suddenly.

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Wuliang City is where the north and south land and water meet.

The golden lotuses disappeared, and Meng Qi found himself at the dock. The trackers and coolies around him were sweating like rain, and many travelers took boats to go south.

Xuan Bei stood quietly in front of Meng Qi. After a while, he sighed and said, "Go to the capital of gods. The Su family has to accommodate you no matter what."

"Su family?" Meng Qi asked in slight shock. Could it be that the lay name of his body is Su?

Xuanbei didn't say much, because when he entered the temple, Meng Qi was already in his teens. How could he not remember his own title? He took a deep look at Meng Qi again and said sincerely: "We say goodbye today. I will never be able to be my teacher again." Take care of you and take care of yourself."

"Yes, Master." Meng Qi suppressed the sadness that surged up, and for the first time he sincerely performed the disciple's ceremony.

Xuanbei took a breath and wanted to say something more, but in the end he didn't say anything. He sighed and turned away.

Golden lotuses sprouted from his feet, holding him up and disappearing into the air, turning a blind eye to all the passers-by and trackers.

Looking at the direction where his master disappeared, Meng Qi stayed silent for a while, then exhaled and turned towards the passenger ship.

He has experienced the feeling of not having martial arts before, but it is not particularly unbearable. After all, the physical enhancement brought about by the practice of Golden Bell Shield, and the enhancement of vision and hearing after opening the eyes and ears are all based on the physical body. Even if the martial arts is abolished, At most it will be weakened and will not disappear.

The learned moves and mastered sword skills will not be forgotten just because the Dantian is destroyed. It is just that some changes are difficult to complete.

Therefore, even if he encounters a gangster spying on money, Meng Qi, who has four sharp weapons at his disposal, will not be afraid.

As for the Su family in the divine capital, Meng Qi has no intention of returning. He has no memory or feelings for it, so why go and cause trouble? You just need to inquire about relevant matters clearly in the future to avoid being implicated.

However, he used his "real name" and was expelled halfway. It coincided with the "developmental period" when his body grew and his appearance changed. After a year and a half, even the Shaolin monks did not recognize him, let alone the inexplicable Su family?

He had already made up his mind to take a boat to the southeast. He would go to Xijian Pavilion first and see if Zhiwei went down the mountain to travel. If not, he would take shelter with her temporarily and wait for her martial arts to resume. If she had already gone out to travel, he would continue south to Zhenwu. He was sent to find Senior Brother Zhang - the Huanhua Sword Sect is located in Huanzhou, with many mountains and rivers, and miasma everywhere, making it difficult to travel, and he now has no martial arts.

Not long after, Meng Qi, who was carrying a lot of money, found a large ship heading to Huazhou - Xijiang Pavilion and Zhenwu Sect were located in the north and south of Huazhou respectively.

He changed into a scholar's attire, wearing a turban on his head, a Confucian robe, and the Bingque sword hanging on his waist. The Red Sun Evil Suppressing Sword, Bloodthirsty Sword, and Horse-Zhanbing Sword were wrapped in cloth, and the packages were carried behind him as he walked on the road. At that time, he attracted many admiring glances. He was such a handsome young man.

Under normal circumstances, Meng Qi would naturally enjoy these gazes with satisfaction, but now, he did not dare to delay or be distracted at all. Who knew if there were spies in the Crying Old Man's lineage, so he had to get to the Xijian Pavilion as soon as possible.

The boat was moving, and Meng Qi stood on the deck, leaning on the railing and looking out at the rolling water, which was endless and refreshing.

And he recalled all the things in Shaolin, thought of his master and his younger brother, thought of Wu Jing who was too jealous of evil, thought of the crying old man, Zeluo Ju, and all kinds of emotions were mixed at the moment, including sadness, dejection, loss, resentment, anger, and longing. Kill all those little ones with swords.

"When I complete the outdoor scenes in the future, I will definitely set foot in the Western Regions and truly wipe out the evil mountains!" Meng Qi clenched his fist and whispered.

The river wind blew strongly, making Meng Qi's clothes rustle. His underdeveloped body looked a little thin, and with his true feelings exposed, he looked even more melancholy, making it difficult for others to come up and talk to him.

Half a day later, the boat arrived at the next pier and stopped to wait for the cargo. Meng Qi and others went ashore and ate some food at a nearby tea shop.

Meng Qi held the tea cup and wasted no time in recalling what he had learned. Whether it was sword skills or sword skills, everything was flowing in his heart.

Click, click, click. Suddenly, he heard the sound of galloping horses. He looked up and saw four horses dragging smoke, approaching quickly.

The four people on horseback are all described as tough and sturdy, carrying sabers.

"Horse bandits?" Meng Qi was startled, angry and hateful. He drew out his Bingque sword, stood up quickly, and ran towards the road from the dock to the city.

They actually came after me?

Meng Qi's current speed could not compare with the horses. He was quickly caught up by four horse bandits and surrounded him near the tea shop.

Because there were too many tables and chairs, the horse bandits dismounted and approached from four directions with knives.

Outside the woods not far away, You Huaduo was sitting on a horse, watching his men doing things from a distance. He smiled and said to the big man next to him: "Thank you, Gang Leader Wu, for informing me. Our goods will be handed over to you in the future."

When it comes to other things, he feels that he is far inferior to the Shaolin monks, but when it comes to harming others, he is much better than them!

From the beginning, he knew that his thoughts could not be hidden from Xuan Bei and others, so he mobilized his accumulated contacts very early and asked some gangs in Xizhou to pay attention to Meng Qi's whereabouts and notify them with a white-headed bird.

Sure enough, a water gang discovered Meng Qi at Wuliang Pier, so he and several of his men exhausted two horses each and finally caught up.

Gang leader Wu chuckled and said, "You are too polite, Master You. Is a little bald donkey whose martial arts skills have been ruined worthy of you taking action yourself?"

"If it hadn't been for the little bald donkey's own mistake, I really wouldn't have been able to do anything about him, but now, hey, I want to see what other methods he has." You Huanduo sneered, "I'm going to kill him today." !”

He did not take action rashly, fearing that Meng Qi's martial arts had not been abolished and could summon thunder, so he asked his men to step forward first.

Four horse bandits blocked the tea shop, and one of them shouted: "Thousands of miles to seek revenge, irrelevant people will leave on their own!"

In the Central Plains, horse bandits did not dare to go too far.

Another person said with a ferocious smile: "Little bald donkey, you dared to kill Xieling because you thought you had Shaolin's protection. Are you stupid now? This kind of sect with strict disciplines is the best!"

"Little bald donkey, you have beautiful features. This is the best thing for me. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I might relent." A bald horse bandit smiled strangely, as if Meng Qi was already dead.

Seeing the guests around him running around in fear, and the four horse bandits rushing over, Meng Qi laughed angrily, subconsciously turning on his inner strength, but he didn't feel the slightest movement, and he suddenly realized that he was powerless.

But in this situation, without internal strength, he felt the tricks of the four horse bandits more deeply, and saw them more clearly and thoroughly.

Time seemed to slow down, and everything around him seemed to disappear. The accumulated experience, the secret books he had read, and the past stories flashed through his mind one by one, and he suddenly realized something!

"Go to hell!" Four horse bandits rushed to Meng Qi and shouted loudly.

Meng Qi's face was calm, his long sword was pointed out, and he struck first, like a ghost, in front of the four horse bandits, using their eyes as hidden weapons!

ah!

The screams of the four horse bandits sounded almost at the same time. They threw away their sabers, covered their eyes and rolled in pain, and a trace of blood flowed from their fingers.

Meng Qi looked at them proudly, looking at You Huaduo in the distance, pointed his sword and said loudly:

"Even if the tiger falls in Pingyang, how can you and other wild dogs be able to bully it?"