Chapter 344 Moko Finger (Second update)
Zhen Heyi, who looked like half an iron tower, had a look of shock on his face, Junior Brother Zhen Ding, no, why did "Crazy Sword" Su Meng return to Shaolin?
Few Shaolin disciples who have been expelled from the mountain come back to Liantai Mountain, unless they finally achieve enlightenment, let go of the worldly world, and truly become a monk, but Su Meng doesn't look like that!
As for coming back for revenge or something, he has never thought about it. Forget about being eleventh on the human list. Even if he is eleventh on the earth list, he can't go wild in Shaolin.
Meng Qi looked at their expressions and couldn't help laughing: "Why are the two senior brothers like this? Su is not a scourge."
Zhende took a breath and suppressed his inner emotions: "Donor Su, what's going on?"
"Su needs to pay a visit to his master, the Divine Monk Xuanbei, and please ask Brother Zhende to pass on the information." Meng Qi put his hands behind his back and said, neither humble nor arrogant.
Zhende's face changed slightly: "Donor Su, you have been expelled from the mountain gate. You can no longer call Uncle Xuanbei as master."
Meng Qi laughed: "Senior Brother Zhende, I didn't expect that you are so obsessed with it. The title is nothing but a false coincidence. It is him who I call master, and he is also the monk who I call Xuanbei. What is the difference? Why should you care?" "
His tone was leisurely, as if he were climbing a mountain to visit the Buddha and discuss Buddhist scriptures.
Zhende hesitated, immediately turned around, walked up the mountain, and said: "Uncle Xuanbei is in retreat. I will inform the guest house for you."
The master was in retreat. No wonder there was so much noise along the way and he never came to meet him... Meng Qi nodded slightly and walked into the pavilion to wait.
Inside the half-mountain pavilion, there are stone tables, chairs, and stone tablets. The first two are for visitors to rest, and the latter stands on the edge, with the "Vajra Prajna Paramita Sutra" engraved in small characters.
"That's what I heard..." Meng Qi stood in front of the monument with his hands behind his hands, reading the charm of the writing. The rows of small characters seemed densely packed, but if you read them carefully, you won't feel dazzled. Every word is expressive and self-contained. One frame, no repetition, as if each holds one phase, to prove that all phases are not phases, and the Zen meaning is meaningful. It is worthy of being a Buddhist holy place where arhats and great arhats often guard the temple.
At this time, Zhenhe put away his surprise and shock, and quietly looked at Meng Qi. He saw that he did not have the slightest impatience to wait, his green robe was flowing freely, the skirt of his clothes was moving slightly, he was reading Buddhist scriptures with his hands behind his back, and he was indescribably calm. Leisure, Yuan Ting Yue Zhi is endless.
Zhenhe suddenly recalled the past. In the past, he had a sparring match with Junior Brother Zhending, and was overwhelmed by his momentum. He was so frightened that his legs were weak, so that he had no strength left to exert, and he was defeated cleanly.
At that time, I was thinking that Junior Brother Zhending was extremely talented in martial arts and would be able to achieve great things in the future. Who would have thought that this "future" would come so quickly. In just a few years, he would surpass Zhen Ben and Zhen Miao. Senior brother, he has made a great name in the world and is ranked eleventh on the list of people, almost on the same level as his junior uncle Xuan Zhen!
Now looking at his demeanor, he really has the attitude of a master.
Meng Qi savored the Zen meaning contained in the Buddhist scriptures on the stone tablet, and his mind was at peace. He thought about the sixth generation Shaolin Patriarch who carved this stone tablet in the past, and the Yuankong Divine Monk who achieved the golden body of Arhat.
The mountain wind blew by, making his green robe rustle, but it couldn't make him feel restless or anxious.
Zhenhe and Meng Qi were not familiar with each other and could not find anything to say, so they had to stay with him and wait for Zhende to come back.
Not long after, Zhende returned together with a Zhike wearing a yellow monk's robe.
"Amitabha, why did Donor Su pay homage to Junior Brother Xuanbei?" Zhike raised one hand and pronounced the Buddha's name. He was a monk of the Xuan generation.
When they approached, Meng Qi turned around from the stone tablet and said with a smile: "Uncle, is it because an old friend is here to visit that he has something important to do?"
Zhike often interacted with foreigners, so he didn't care about his title. He chuckled and said: "Normally, I don't need it, but Junior Brother Xuanbei is in retreat. If Almsgiver Su has important matters, the poor monk will have to consider alerting him in advance. If it is just to reminisce about old times, , then please ask Donor Su to come again next time.”
"I wonder if Junior Brother Zhenhui is in seclusion?" Meng Qi asked Zhenhui instead. Counting the time, he should have come out long ago facing the wall.
The monk Zhike knew about the entanglement between Meng Qi and the temple. He had known that he would ask Zhenhui, so he said without thinking: "My nephew Zhenhui has not been out for a long time. He will not need to retreat for a long time."
"Then I'll visit him." Meng Qi said with a smile, looking like I didn't mind.
The monk Zhike nodded and said, "Almsgiver Su, please."
He led Meng Qi up the mountain path, and everywhere he looked were memories of the past. There was the place where he carried water, and there was the place where he almost slipped... A faint sense of vicissitudes suddenly appeared in Meng Qi's heart.
After walking forward for a while, there was a monk on the mountain road. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe. He was elegant and elegant. He looked more like a scholar than a monk. It was Meng Qi's disciple Zhen Miao at the Wu Monk Academy, one of the two great masters of the Shaolin Zhenzi generation. One of the disciples.
It is said that there are two big ones, but in fact there are more than one. There are also new entrants emerging in the future. Some have outstanding martial arts talents, and some are in Suhui. However, due to the short time, no one has caught up with him and Zhen Ben.
"Amitabha, are you alright, Almsgiver Su?" Zhenmiao made a special trip to wait for Meng Qi.
Behind him, at the bend of the mountain road, many gray-robed disciples poked their heads, as if to see the legendary Mang King Kong, the de facto number one in the true generation.
There was a monk among them who stood out particularly because he was wearing yellow robes, with slightly narrow eyes and a sinister temperament. He was also an acquaintance of Meng Qi, Xuan Kong, the discipline monk of the discipline academy.
Could it be that he wants to instigate me to compete with Zhenmiao? Zhenmiao is a very competitive person. At that time, he couldn't help but compete with me who was still not enlightened... Meng Qi thought speculatively, and at the same time smiled in return: "Junior brother is not only fine, but also better than before. Thank you, brother Zhenmiao." miss."
Zhen Miao took a breath and said, "That's very good. The poor monk still remembers the events of the Wu Monk Academy in the past. Who knew that Patron Su has become famous all over the world? I wonder if you can give me some guidance today?"
He has not yet traveled down the mountain, he has heard about all the affairs in the world, and his competition with the masters of the Xuan generation in the sect has basically stopped at the last minute. He has long been eager to test the weight of the masters on the list and find the gap between himself.
In his opinion, he is close to Qiqiao, and has mastered the two styles of Moko's fingertips. There should be no essential gap between him and Su Meng and Qingyu of Qiqiao. If it were not for the complete mastery of one of the styles, he would have overcome it long ago. Tongren Lane, I went down the mountain to see it.
Xuankong stared at the two of them intently, his sinister eyes showing expectation. He did not expect that Zhenmiao, who had no experience in real life-and-death fights, could win over Su Meng. He just wanted to kill his majesty, lest he become arrogant and make people angry. Feeling unhappy.
Meng Qi could probably grasp their emotions, so he didn't care. He chuckled and said, "I have always regretted not being able to meet my senior brother Mo Kezhi at the Monk Academy in the past. I have made up for it today."
He is a guest from afar, and no one can force him to compete if he doesn't want to.
Zhen Miao said solemnly: "Zhen Ben has mastered the seven secret arts, but the poor monk has to cross the river with Mo Ke's finger and a reed. Su Donor, please."
As the host, it is natural for the guests to make the first move.
Meng Qi smiled and shook his head: "It's better to invite me, senior brother."
How can any of the masters who are about to reach the top ten of the list make the first move during the competition?
Zhen Miao has a strong desire to win. After thinking for a while, he pushed the boat along with the current. He raised his right hand, and his body was like floating catkins, falling with the wind. He put his two fingers together and pointed at Meng Qi.
This finger suddenly filled Meng Qi's entire sight. It was the biggest, most numerous, and most victorious. The wind was blowing from every angle. It was unpredictable and its moves were like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
The finger wind keeps accumulating, which is almost earth-shattering!
At the beginning, he used an outdoor move... Meng Qi smiled at the corner of his mouth and took out the sword leisurely. The sword was round and contained the void, and most of the fingers were thrown directly into it.
The sword was swung out, and Meng Qi moved forward with the force of the sword, as if he had shrunk into an inch. He immediately passed the surroundings of the wind and approached Zhenmiao. The round shape dispersed, and the long sword was slashed out empty.
Seeing Meng Qi dodge his special move in the outside scene, Zhenmiao's face changed slightly, and he pointed at the blade with both fingers, trying to resist it.
But the light of the sword was like a candle in the mortal world, igniting all the desires in his heart. His desire to win burned brightly, and he slowed down his attack.
After "Heaven's Wound" broke through the defense, he retracted it directly. Meng Qi said in a leisurely manner:
"Good fingering, but the timing is wrong."
The way to fight is never to just use killing moves or pressure-defying methods. If the timing is not right, it will be easy for others to get out of the way and your efforts will be wasted. Therefore, when Meng Qi and Qing Yu fight, they all use sword skills to match each other. Bo, after seizing the flaw and opportunity, he broke out his unique move and seized the chance to win. Therefore, in front of the mountain temple, after Luohunxiao died, the Fiery Man Demon did not choose the lowest method when facing Meng Qi who rushed at him, because At that time, Meng Qi's body movements were changing, like an illusion or a demon, and the distance was far away. He would be dodged if he wasn't careful. When he was suppressed by Meng Qi, he couldn't find a chance to use the moves on location.
When Meng Qi faced An Guoxie for the first time, he did not rush to use "Breaking Purity". Instead, he wisely used the magic of disguise to deceive him first, and then took action after finding a good opportunity.
There is still too little actual combat experience, and the ultimate trick is only useful when you are strong enough to win or when you suddenly launch an attack...
Zhen Miao was stunned at first, as if he was in a nightmare, and couldn't believe that he had lost so quickly. When he heard what Meng Qi said, he was slightly relieved, with a thoughtful expression on his face: "Thank you, Master Su, for your advice."
He just wanted to win for a moment and forgot about his teacher's teachings on weekdays. What he learned on paper was ultimately shallow.
The expressions of the monks of the Zhenzi generation varied, and they all showed disbelief. In just two moves, Brother Zhenmiao was defeated... Is Zhending still enlightened?
At this time, Xuan Kong snorted coldly: "Ananda's sword-breaking technique is not a Shaolin magical skill, so what kind of skill is it..."
Meng Qi laughed, strode forward, raised his long sword, followed the sword's movement, and was in front of Xuan Kong in the blink of an eye.
This knife fell very slowly, but it contained countless changes. Each change was as fast as an afterimage, as if every dodge position and every possibility of response in Xuan Kong were blocked!
A layer of cold sweat broke out on Xuankong's forehead, as if he was trapped in a frightening dream that he couldn't escape from, unable to find a way to escape or parry. When the knife was in front of him, he reluctantly raised his palms, which were pale gold and strong and powerful. He slammed down the long knife.
After the change, the long knife passed directly through his hands and fell on his forehead. Xuankong's legs couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Meng Qi put the sword back into its sheath and laughed:
"Uncle Xuankong, this sword is not a Shaolin magical skill."
His green robe moved slightly, and he wore a long sword on his waist. He crossed Xuankong without looking back, and climbed up the steps with laughter.
Xuan Kong, who used to be able to easily suppress himself regardless of his strength or status, is now unable to even take one of his own swords...
Looking at his free and uninhibited back, the monks of the Zhenzi generation actually felt yearning and reverence.
As soon as he arrived outside the temple gate, Meng Qi saw a gray-robed figure running out, saying in a familiar and unfamiliar tone:
"Senior brother, are you back? Tell me about the battle with Shouzhengjian, Shocking Baili, and Five Directions Imperial Sword!"
I haven't seen each other for more than two years. Isn't it normal for people to have a slight estrangement and slowly get to know each other again? Junior brother is indeed not a normal person! Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui speechlessly.