Following the voice, Zhenguan turned his head and saw Meng Qi and Zhenhui, a cold smile appeared on his fleshless face: "So it's Junior Brother Zhending, I didn't expect to meet an 'old friend' in another land, don't you come here okay? "
He walked straight towards Meng Qi, a layer of thin black scales appeared on his face and the back of his hands, like a poisonous snake in the shape of a human, with a demonic aura that overwhelmed the soul.
Meng Qi had already been tempered by demon energy in the stupa, so he didn't lose his mind at this time. He pulled out the Jie Dao with a clang, and opened his hands with "Duan Qingjing", keeping his energy and spirit restrained.
"Amitabha, the poison of anger has entered the body, and it will never be restored. Donor, please calm down." The young monk Hongneng uttered the Buddha's chant, his clear voice echoed in the small temple, and it went straight to the bottom of his heart.
Zhenguan paused, looked at Meng Qi, who looked normal but felt extremely dangerous, and Hong Neng, who saw Chen's benevolence, thought about his strength, and silently sat across from him with the package.
Meng Qi didn't make a move either. Just now when Zhenguan was full of demonic power, his aura was terrifying. Even if it wasn't as good as An Guoxie and Yuan Mengzhi, it was not far behind. Judging from the confrontation of qi and machine, the strength was probably around eight orifices, and there was no thunderstorm. The upper limit of one's own life.
Therefore, although Meng Qi really wanted to know how Zhenguan hooked up with the ghosts and goblins in the back mountain, the origin of the secret path, and whether he had anything to do with the elder brother Zhenchang, he still restrained his impulse so as not to cause both sides to suffer¡ª¡ª Gu Changqing With Zhenhui by his side, Meng Qi felt that he was not afraid of completely losing his strength, but that might not be able to grasp Zhenguan. If he was seriously injured and encountered a horse bandit who "didn't know the truth" for the time being, the problem would become serious.
How could his strength grow so fastMeng Qi was secretly surprised, he had the adventures and exchanges in the world of reincarnation, but he had only opened four orifices up to now, and when he had a small amount of Qi, he hadn't yet learned how to cultivate Zhenguan , up to now, he almost has the strength of eight orifices, could this be the harvest of transforming into a half-demon body as the master said? However, if this is the case, there will inevitably be great hidden dangers. Most likely, it is better to gather good deeds and let the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation pour his body into the eight orifices at once.
Zhenhui peeked at Zhenguan, looking curious but afraid to ask, looking at Meng Qi from time to time, expecting the "omnipotent" brother to speak.
"Amitabha, all living beings are empty, and the donor is entangled in killing karma, so why bother to add sins?" Hong Neng once again proclaimed the Buddha's name, looking solemnly and sympathetically at the package that Zhenguan was carrying.
Zhenguan let out a hey, and opened the package with a slightly dazed expression, revealing two heads that had been marinated by lime inside. This newspaper! Of the seventy-two heads, only eighteen have been removed, and there are still fifty-four more!"
"Amitabha, when is it time to repay the injustice? For sins and crimes, the donor has fallen into the sea of ??asura suffering. Why don't you let go of your obsession and follow the poor monk to build a Buddhist temple in this barren land, accumulating merits and virtues, in order to be liberated in the next life?" Hong Neng sighed. , to fulfill the responsibility of unraveling.
Meng Qi frowned slightly, "Seventy-two bandits in Helian Mountain, crying old man's disciple and grandson "Lidi Yan Luo" especially have more blood? Speaking of which, Zhenguan became an orphan because of their gift, no wonder I will meet him again in the vast sea, it is because he must come here.
Hearing Hongneng's advice, Zhenguan laughed loudly: "These words, the master should tell them when they killed my parents, yesterday's cause, today's fruit, this is the teaching of the Buddha."
"Today's cause is tomorrow's fruit. Cause and effect are entangled, and it is difficult to be free. Don't you understand?" Hong Neng suddenly shouted, as if Hong Zhong was ringing together, and he was following the example of the senior monks, "Hurry up Put down the butcher knife, get rid of cause and effect, and become a Buddha immediately!"
When it comes to debating scriptures, Zhenguan is no match for Hongneng. Qiangzi argued a few more words, but was left speechless, so he stopped talking and looked at the ground dumbly.
Hongneng spread lotus flowers with his tongue, but he regretted not being able to save the true view. He was also a little discouraged for a while, closed his eyes and twirled the rosary.
Seeing his performance like this, Meng Qi couldn't stop laughing secretly. Hongneng's performance before made him feel like he was facing an eminent monk. Hong Neng, who is in his twenties, still lacks the attitude of not being surprised by favor or humiliation, and that everything is empty. This performance of discouragement is in line with his age!
He took a deep breath, and subconsciously pretended to be elegant and indifferent in front of Hongneng: "Amitabha, brother Zhenguan, when I saw you leaving the secret road in the past, I was timid for a while and didn't dare to go up to greet you. to be here again.¡±
He started to talk.
Zhenguan sneered and said: "I was kicked out of the temple. I have no dharma name for a long time, and I have resumed my common name. However, you can call me whatever you want. Speaking of it, it is also thanks to you, Junior Brother Zhending, if it were not for you , how can I get oddOne voice: "There are too many people talking, let's talk about it when we find a chance."
? Even if the sound transmission is secret, there is still the danger of being eavesdropped, especially the young monk at the top, who can't see through it himself.
The girl let out a groan, and sat down unhappily. After a while, she became lively again, looked at Meng Qi and the others, and asked Zhen Guan: "There are also monks among them. Could it be that they are also from Shaolin?"
Of course Zhenguan would not hide it for Meng Qi and Zhenhui, pointing to them and said: "The two of them are direct descendants of Shaolin."
Hearing Zhenchang's news, he naturally also heard about Xuan Bei bringing two descendants to King Kong Temple for questioning.
"A direct descendant of Shaolin?" The girl showed her white teeth slightly, and looked at Meng Qi with a charming smile, "You carry a sword on your back and hold a sword, but you have learned Ananda's saber-breaking and Bodhidharma's swordsmanship?"
It doesn't make sense for this guy to guess! Meng Qi slandered, although the Shaolin location-level saber technique is only Ananda's sabre-breaking saber technique, there are still quite a few saber techniques in the enlightened stage, let alone swordsmanship. Dharma swordsmanship? Do I look like a very powerful look?
Meng Qi naturally wouldn't answer this kind of question, but he forgot Zhenhui next to him, and he answered honestly: "Senior brother has never learned swordsmanship, long swords are just spoils of war, but Ananda knows how to break the precepts and sabers."
Monks don't tell lies.
The girl's complexion changed immediately, she stood up directly, and shouted sharply:
"The decree of the demon sage, those who practice Ananda's breaking the precepts of swordsmanship, the demon will punish him if he gets it!"
I'll go, who did I provoke? Meng Qi was full of grievances.
For some reason, the scene when he obtained the true meaning of Ananda's breaking the precepts and swordsmanship suddenly flashed through his mind. At that time, there was an inaccessible small hole under the words "love, kindness, kindness, and don't enter this door". The flame is burning, and next to it is engraved in petty words:
"Those who are less fortunate, kill!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com