Meng Qi was originally worried about not being able to find a chance to leave the Handyman's House, but he was suddenly told that he would be able to report to the Monk's House tomorrow. It was like walking on the road and suddenly being hit by a pie falling from the sky. He was dizzy, surprised and happy, and the element of surprise was far higher than joy, so for a moment, he was stunned and forgot how to answer.
Xuan Chi was not surprised by Meng Qi's reaction, and said in a thick but low voice: "Zhenwu faction Zhang Yuanshan, Xijiange Jiang Zhiwei, all praised you to Brother Zhike for your understanding of etiquette, clear advances and retreats, good conversation, and good restraint. It's rare to be different. Send the benefactor to praise me so much as a handyman monk in Shaolin, so I let you enter the monk's house to hone your martial arts skills, so that you can become a guest monk in the future."
As a monk who knows the master of martial arts, his martial arts must be of a certain standard, so as not to lose his dignity.
"I, disciple, just restrained myself as much as possible." Meng Qi finally understood what was going on, and while secretly thanking Zhang Yuanshan and Jiang Zhiwei for their help, he fully expressed the joy in his heart.
"As a wise guest, it is the most important thing to restrain yourself, not to provoke unknown anger, and not lose the face of the sect." Xuan Chi replied to Meng Qi indifferently, then turned and left, looking proud while walking, walking like a dragon and a tiger , not like a monk, but like a hero who has been in the rivers and lakes for many years.
Xuan Ku took a deep look at Meng Qi, and said calmly: "When you enter the Wu Monk Academy, all tricks are useless. Only when you understand the principles of Zen, calm your mind, don't rush, and practice hard, can you be the right way. In terms of respect, Zhenhui is better than you."
What he said, Meng Qi could hear that he suspected that he was trying to please Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei and other guests, so as to get rid of the handyman's house. In the final analysis, he was still too scheming.
"Isn't it okay to make assumptions about things without hearing or seeing them? Uncle Xuanku, if you are obsessed with it, you will fall into a boundless hell." Meng Qi has never been the type to allow others to wrong him. If there is nothing else to worry about, justify it. Will fight.
He originally wanted to quote Buddhist scriptures to answer, but in the past half a year, he was still in the stage of learning Sanskrit and reciting the morning class mantra. .
In the end, Meng Qi put his palms together in a solemn way: "Namo Amitabha."
"You!" Xuan Ku stared wide-eyed, obviously he did not expect Meng Qi to sarcastic himself, and every sentence made sense, so he didn't know how to refute it.
"If you don't have a Zen mind and try to use your tongue, you will be expelled from Shaolin in the future." He replied with a cold face, turned his head and walked away. If you hadn't tried your best to please the guests of the various sects with your rhetoric, why would they help you? This little handyman monk speaks? How can there be no cause and effect in this world?
Hey, Master Xuanku's uncle Fang Zheng is close, and he will inevitably fall into the devil's way in the future Meng Qi secretly used his tongue, but Xuanku was extremely fast, and had already disappeared in the square at this time.
At this moment, Zhenhui held the broom tightly with both hands, and looked at Meng Qi suspiciously: "Senior Brother, are we going to the Wu Monastery?"
"Of course, you just realized it?" Meng Qi looked at Zhenhui in astonishment. He had been talking to Xuan Chi and Xuan Ku for a long time. Isn't this reaction speed too appalling?
Zhenhui showed an innocent and childish smile: "It is one step closer to the 'Tathagata Palm'."
Poof, Meng Qi spit out his saliva, and had to admit that he couldn't keep up with a fool's train of thought.
However, he soon cheered up, and said to Zhenhui happily: "The Tathagata God's Palm is too far away. We will be able to touch the seventy-two unique skills when we accumulate energy in the monk's courtyard. At that time, I must Learn "Nianhua Finger", "No Phase Tribulation Finger", "Crossing the River with a Reed" and other unique skills!"
"Why?" Zhenhui looked at Meng Qi puzzled, not understanding why he had to choose these martial arts.
Meng Qi said in high spirits: "Because these martial arts are so chic and elegant! In the future"
He originally wanted to say something like fluttering white clothes and a long sword like lightning, but then he remembered that this was in Shaolin Temple, so he slightly changed his "fantasy future":
"Little brother, didn't I tell you the story of the monk without flowers? To be a monk, you must do this. Think about it. In the future, a small boat will float, and the white monk's clothes will be like snow. Gao Renfan! How chic and handsome! Hehe, when you meet someone you don't like, you can still say to him: "Benefactor, the sea of ??suffering is boundless, turn your back and be reconciled""
He talked more and more vigorously, but suddenly he thought of "Iron Cloth Shirt" and "Five Tigers Breaking Door Knife", and his expression suddenly became gloomy, and his enthusiasm decreased slightly.
"It's okay, this is just an expedient measure, and it will definitely not develop like this in the future" Meng Qi quietly comforted himself, and his interest revived, but just as he was about to continue talking, the mantra next to him suddenly interrupted:
"Congratulations to Brother Zhending, ZhenhuiA genius in the world, he condensed a demon body in less than fifty years, almost comparable to the king of demons in the age of mythology. His surname is Han, his name is Guang, and he calls himself 'Magician'. He is so powerful in the world, and there is no one who dares not to follow, but he can be considered as a magician who has committed too many evils. Xingzang was stopped by the abbot. "
"In the battle nine years ago, tsk tsk, the ground cracked, the landslides fell, the sky was dark, and there was a large lake in the center of the Taiyue Mountains. Only the abbot master survived. It is rumored that the magician has been killed or suppressed by him."
"After this battle, my reputation in Shaolin has completely overshadowed other factions!"
Xuanxin kept bragging about the prestige and prestige of the eminent monks, and Meng Qi and the others were quite excited when they heard it, and wished they could replace them with their own bodies.
I don't know when and what day, I and others have the ability to move mountains and seas like this!
After listening to Xuanxin's "storytelling", returning to the meditation room, Zhenguan and Zhenying fell asleep directly with their heads covered, ignoring Meng Qi and Zhenhui at all, and Zhenhui fell asleep quickly after meditating for a while.
Meng Qi practiced the "Iron Cloth Shirt Mind Method" once, tossed and turned for a long time before suppressing his excitement and falling asleep, a little envious of Zhenhui's simple thoughts and few distracting thoughts.
The darkness was heavy, and Meng Qi felt that his breathing became more and more difficult, and his body seemed to be pressed by thick mud.
"Is the ghost pressing the bed?" Meng Qi was a little conscious in his dream, struggling to wake up, but saw a twisted and hideous face.
Zhenguan grabbed Meng Qi's neck with both hands, and pressed his body against him, making him unable to move. His eyes were fierce, but his voice sounded like a dream:
"Kill you, kill you!"
"Give me the chance to enter the monastery!"
"I can't get in, and no one can get in!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com