Chapter 406

The black shadow sprang out of the forest, and before Mengqi could react, he hit Zhen Yong's back with his palm.

The palm looked ordinary, as if it was done casually, making it impossible to tell the origin of the skill. However, Zhen Yong's acupoints were sealed, and his hands were tied, so there was no way he could make any effective response. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened wide, spurting out a mist of blood. He fell to the ground, a stunned expression frozen on his face.

"He's definitely a master in the enlightenment period!" Mengqi's pupils shrank. From the movement of the black-clothed man, he made a preliminary judgment. At the same time, he held his Buddhist Commandment Blade horizontally, ready to fight with all his might!

Defense was useless. Only when the black-clothed man realized that he was not easy to deal with and dared to fight with all his might, would he care about the other monks called by Zhen Hui and retreat!

The figure was dressed in black, with only his nostrils and eyes exposed. After killing Zhen Yong, he did not stop and rushed toward Meng Qi without hesitation. He raised his right palm and slammed it down. His movements were simple and unadorned, but his momentum was solemn, as if he could shroud heaven and earth.

Meng Qi felt that no matter what Body Movements he used, no matter which step he took in the "Lightning Changes", he would be enveloped by the palm wind. There was no way to dodge or escape!

What kind of palm art was this!

It was wise and dignified, and contained the heaven and earth in the palm!

Mengqi could tell that it was the Buddha's Palm. If he practiced it deeply, he might be able to develop a "Buddhist Kingdom in the Palm" to suppress all things. Although it looked simple, it could block all his subsequent changes.

In the face of this palm, Meng Qi clearly knew that without the Quintessence of Blade Dao, neither the Blood Bladesmanship nor the Bladesmanship of the Blade Art of Five Tigers Cracking the Gate could break through this kind of blockade. The Lightning Changes also lacked the inner meaning of Dharma and Truth, so he could not step out of the Inescapable Net. Even at the fourth level of the Golden Bell Shield, he could only withstand one palm!

After the palm, the black-clothed man had no doubt that he could hit the acolyte in front of him who had not yet enlightened the Apertures. This was his confidence in his Palm and his Kung Fu!

With the Prajna in hand, he could prove the Buddha with his heart, cross the sea of bitterness, and reach the Nirvana Realm!

There were many horrors between life and death. However, Mengqi suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled, as if he was enjoying the solemnity and tranquility brought by this palm.

Then, a flash of saber light appeared, and the world was bustling!

This flash of saber light was like a poem or a painting. It was reflected in the eyes of the black-clothed man. His eyes suddenly became gentle, as if he remembered the fragrance of the red sleeves, the soft words, and the night when no one was around, he kowtowed in front of the Buddha, but could not summon the peace of his Zen heart.

Then, there was some pain in his eyes, as if he felt guilty and blamed himself, but he did not feel any remorse.

Then, the black-clothed man's eyes were mixed with pain. The black-clothed man's palm, which contained the power of heaven and earth, returned to an ordinary palm.

"…" The black-clothed man suddenly woke up, but the saber light.

His pupils constricted violently. He did not expect this seemingly weak young monk to be able to make such a stunning slash!

"Light" flashed.

There was a deep palm print on Mengqi's left shoulder. His whole body was covered in a pale golden color, like a turtle's crack.

The black-clothed man's abdomen had a deep wound, and his squirming internal organs could be seen.

He covered his abdomen with his left hand, which was surrounded by a layer of Qi to prevent blood from dripping. He raised his right palm, as if he was going to attack again.

Mengqi lowered his shoulder and held his saber horizontally, ready to fight with all his might again.

The black-clothed man took a step forward, and his body suddenly arched even more. After taking a deep look at Mengqi, he suddenly somersaulted and fled into the forest.

After seven or eight breaths, the sound of footsteps came from afar.

"Senior Brother, are you okay?" Zhen Hui ran in and asked with concern when he saw Zhen Yong dead and Mengqi standing stiffly.

Mengqi saw many monks in yellow and grey behind him, and felt relieved. He said in a hoarse voice, "Come and help me."

He almost couldn't stand still!

Although the black-clothed man's palm was broken by the "Peace Quietude Split", and he withdrew most of his strength under the threat of the Buddhist Commandment Blade, it was still an attack from a master in the enlightenment period after all. It still hit Mengqi's left shoulder and almost broke his Golden Bell Shield.

"The murderer is definitely not a master who has just entered the enlightenment period. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such an effect if he didn't use his full strength." Mengqi judged the black-clothed man's strength in his mind.

He had practiced the fourth level of the Golden Bell Shield and used it to reduce most of the palm force, so he wasn't seriously injured. But after using the "Peace Quietude Split", he felt a little exhausted. After all, it was a bladesmanship at the peak of the Exterior Realm — although Mengqi's performance was only at the level of four or five opened Apertures.

Zhen Hui hurried to Mengqi's side and supported him. Among the monks, a Deacon Monk with ordinary facial features carefully checked the cause of Zhen Yong's death, and then went to Mengqi to observe his injury.

The rest of the monks split up to search the surroundings.

"The palm force is strong, so the murderer should be a master who is good at enlightenment." The Deacon Monk nodded slightly. "Unfortunately, he deliberately covered this palm, so I can't tell which supreme art it is."

"Uncle, this is a serious matter. I don't know if Zhen Hui has told you clearly, but Zhen Yong and the murderer conspired to copy the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture!" Mengqi said directly.

The black-clothed man had escaped, and he was in the light while the enemy was in the dark. Mengqi felt that he would have trouble sleeping and eating. Therefore, he had to make it as serious as possible to attract enough attention, so that he could find the mastermind as soon as possible.

As for the "oiled paper package", not to mention whether it could withstand the poison and poisonous gas, the Shaolin Temple would definitely send people to search for it if he said that the script was dropped. Otherwise, where was the script? Was it hidden?

"What? Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture? " The Deacon Monk who asked the question was shocked, so were the monks who heard Mengqi's words. There were various expressions, but all of them were shocked and incredulous.

"Yes." Mengqi's condition improved a little, so he told the story from beginning to end. The monks who came to help were all shocked, as if the devil had come to a clean place.

"This is a serious matter, a serious matter. Xuanyuan, go to Bodhi Yard and report. Xuanhua, go to Commandment Yard." The Deacon Monk in front of Mengqi was pale and his Zen heart was shaken. This was probably the first time since the establishment of the temple that someone had really stolen one of the most precious treasures of the sect.

After the two yellow-clothed monks left, he looked at Mengqi and said, "My two nephews, this is a serious matter. Please forgive me. I'm going to search you now."

He was afraid that they would collude to fabricate the story of the script falling off the cliff and hide the copy of Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture.

Naturally, Mengqi had to show his innocence to avoid suspicion. Anyway, he had nothing on him that he was afraid of being found. Since he needed to practice Golden Bell Shield, the scripts of Blood Bladesmanship and Lightning Changes were all hidden in the meditation room.

"I understand. But uncle, please send someone to search the monks as soon as possible. He must be a Shaolin disciple who can walk freely in the temple during the enlightenment period. And I'm sure he used the Buddhism Divine Kung Fu." What Mengqi wanted most was to catch the murderer, so he specially urged, "I cut his abdomen with my Buddhist Commandment Blade. The wound is very deep and won't heal in a short time. Uncle, please send someone to check the abdomen of each monk."

"This is urgent. We must prevent him from cutting the abdomen of other monks during the chaos to confuse us."

"You, you cut his abdomen?" The Deacon Monk asked in surprise. He couldn't believe that a young acolyte who had just been apprenticed to him for less than a year and had not been enlightened could hurt a master in the enlightenment period.

In order to cover up his Ananda Oath-breaking Bladesmanship, Meng Qi's description of the battle was vague. The surrounding monks all thought that the black-robed man had been scared off by Meng Qi's determination to fight to the death and their arrival. Who would have thought that Meng Qi had injured a master of the enlightenment period!

"Uncle, it's a coincidence. Please search and check first." Mengqi didn't explain in detail. Then he added, "Uncle, I believe that the man in black is a monk in the nearby courtyard. He must have heard Zhen Hui's call and came to kill us first because he was familiar with the terrain. Otherwise, if he had been lying in ambush nearby, how could Zhen Hui have had the chance to send the message?"

"But he was wearing night clothes, and we came quickly …" The Deacon Monk didn't believe it. If the time taken to change clothes was taken into account, the advantage of familiarity with the terrain would be offset. The murderer had no chance to kill or escape.

Mengqi guessed, "Maybe he was wearing night clothes tonight to hand over the script with Zhen Yong. After returning, he didn't have time to change clothes … Uncle, when searching and checking, we should also see who is not here!"

The more he said, the more reasonable he felt.

"Amitabha. Just do as he said." At this time, an old monk in a red cassock came in.

The Deacon Monk put his palms together and said, "Uncle Wu De, I will do as you say."

The old monk nodded slightly, indicating that there was no need to be so polite. Then he looked at Mengqi and Zhen Hui and said, "I am sorry."

He stretched out his right hand and grasped in the air. Mengqi and Zhen Hui's frock suddenly swelled as if there was a light wind blowing on them.

"Zhen Hui, take me back to the path you just took." Wu De took back his right hand and made sure that Mengqi and Zhen Hui did not have the script with them.

He asked Zhen Hui to lead the way because he was afraid that the message just now was a cover for them to hide the script in the chaos.

Zhen Hui looked at Mengqi honestly, worried that his senior brother would fall if he left.

Mengqi smiled at him and moved his hands and feet to show that he had recovered a lot of strength. Then he left the cliff with Wu De.

The rest of the monks began to search every corner between the cliff and the forest. They also stretched their hands out of the cliff to feel the cracks on the cliff.

After a while, Wu De returned with Zhen Hui and asked Mengqi about the feeling when the murderer made the move.

Meng Qi honestly told him what he felt. The more Wu De listened, the more he frowned. He said in a low voice, "There are not many similar palm arts …"

At this time, the Deacon Monk who had left before also came back, followed by Xuan Bei, the master of Mengqi and Zhen Hui, and Zhen Miao, the teaching monk of the Warrior-monk Yard that Mengqi was familiar with.

Zhen Miao's expression was very strange, including anger, sadness, doubt, shock, and disbelief. So did the Deacon Monk. Only Xuan Bei was expressionless.

"Uncle Wu De, when we searched the yard just now, we found that Zhen Chang committed suicide in the meditation room. There was an obvious wound on his abdomen and only a suicide note was left." When the Deacon Monk reported and handed over the suicide note, he took a deep look at Mengqi. How could he hurt Zhen Chang, the strongest disciple of this generation!

Zhen Chang? Senior Brother? Mengqi was very shocked. He could not believe that a monk with a bright future would do such a thing with Zhen Yong!

And it was suicide?