"No mistake?" As the President of Commandment Yard, it was the first time that Wu Jing met an unrepentant disciple. He was furious and asked sternly.
"Amitabha, I have sinned, I have sinned." Kong Jian stopped pinching the Buddha beads.
Xuan Bei looked at Mengqi in shock. His mouth opened and closed, but he did not know what to say. Once he said that, there was no chance to save him!
Did he really think so, or did he not want to lose the opportunity to enter the stupa to practice?
Idiot, alas, idiot!
Xuan Bei looked a little disappointed, but also a little touched and gratified.
Mengqi straightened his neck and said without fear, "Don't you know the principle of eradicating evil? As the saying goes, revenge breeds revenge, when will it ever end? Only by cutting the weeds and eradicating the roots can we avoid killing each other and adding more sins. "
"If evil people are allowed to roam freely, it will only enlighten them. It is inevitable that more good people will suffer. Isn't this adding more sins? Killing is to protect oneself. Cutting karma is not cutting people! "
"Shaolin is a Zen Sect. Buddha does not seek external help and is self-sufficient by nature. Buddha is the enlightened one and a teacher. He should not be a clay sculpture and a puppet enshrined in the Buddha hall. But you have forgotten the original meaning of Zen Sect. You worship Buddha with incense and serve Buddha with your body. You regard Buddha as a god and worship him.
"The way of Zen Sect is to seek Buddha in the heart. Everyone has Buddha nature. As long as you are not blinded by the Four Great Illusions, you are Buddha. Why do you still do good and stop killing, accumulate merits, and seek the way of Bodhisattva?"
"Hypocrite! Heretic! "
He scolded Wu Jing in whatever way that angered him, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not.
"Evil creature, where did this nonsense come from?" Wu Jing shouted harshly.
For Mengqi's words, he, who had been studying Buddhist scriptures for many years, did have a reason to refute. But as the President of Commandment Hall and an elder of two generations, it was really embarrassing to debate with an unrepentant disciple!
He turned to look at Xuan Bei. "What else do you have to say?"
Xuan Bei took a deep look at Mengqi and put his palms together. "Amitabha, I have nothing to say. Please allow me to destroy Zhen Ding's kung fu and send him to a nearby city."
Mengqi lowered his head and felt sad. he had disappointed his master …
Zhen Hui had been kneeling beside Meng Qi in remorse. He had no complaints about the punishment he had received. But now, he saw his Master walking to his Senior Brother and gently pressing his right palm on his Dantian. Golden light bloomed. Zhen Hui was finally moved. He was terrified and cried, "Senior Brother!"
After all, he was just a child.
His Dantian did not hurt, as if he had been submerged in warm water. It was completely different from when An Guoxie attacked him, but Meng Qi could clearly feel his Kung Fu rapidly disappearing.
Hearing Zhen Hui's cries, he turned his head and squeezed out a smile. He said softly, "Junior Brother, don't be sad. Practice martial arts diligently. When we meet again in the future, don't be left too far behind by me. Hehe, you might even be an eminent monk by then."
Zhen Hui was not a fool. He knew there was no turning back. His eyes were full of tears. "Senior Brother, you have to be well too!"
"I'll become a Swordsman." Meng Qi tried to ease his sudden sadness with a smile.
Then, under the guidance of Xuan Bei, Mengqi made a Soul-pledging Vow: From this day on, he would not teach Shaolin kung fu to outsiders. If he did not make the vow, he would be locked at the bottom of the stupa and never see the light of day for decades.
Xuan Bei pulled Mengqi up and said to Kong Jian, "Uncle Master, I will send Zhen Ding to Wu Liang to avoid being hunted by the Crying Elder."
Kong Jian stopped turning the rosary beads and sighed. "Zhen Ding, Buddhism is neither for the wicked nor for the good. As long as you can understand yourself and let go of your murderous desire, you can still become a Buddha. The door of Shaolin will be open for you."
Even evildoers could be enlightened and become monks. Shaolin would not reject their abandoned disciples' desire for Buddhism. Of course, as a sect with Deity in Martial Arts, they had many ways to verify the sincerity of repentance.
Mengqi nodded and did not speak. He let Xuan Bei pull him and disappeared from the window.
Zhen Hui bit his lips and looked at the sky outside. He seemed to be waiting for his Senior Brother's sudden return.
…
Wu Liang City, the place where the land and water met.
The golden lotuses disappeared. Mengqi found himself at the dock. Around him were the porters and laborers, sweating profusely. Many travelers were heading south by boat.
Xuan Bei stood quietly in front of Mengqi. After a while, he sighed. "Go to Shen Du. The Su family will have to accommodate you."
"The Su family?" Mengqi asked in surprise. Could it be that the name of this body was Su?
Xuan Bei did not say much. When he entered the temple, Mengqi was already ten years old. How could he not remember his family's title? He looked deeply at Mengqi again and said sincerely, "After today, I will not be able to take care of you. Take care of yourself."
"Yes, Master." Mengqi held back his sadness and bowed sincerely to a disciple for the first time.
Xuan Bei took a breath and wanted to say something, but he did not. He sighed and turned to leave.
Golden lotuses sprouted beneath his feet, carrying him as he vanished into the air. The passersby and the haulers turned a blind eye to them.
Looking at the direction in which his Master disappeared, Mengqi stayed silent for a while. Then he exhaled and turned to the passenger ship.
He had experienced the feeling of losing his Kung Fu, so it was not particularly unbearable. After all, the physical strength brought by the cultivation of the Golden Bell Shield and the enhanced vision and hearing after the opening of the Eye and Ear Apertures depended on the physical body. Even if his Kung Fu was destroyed, it would at most be weakened, but it would not disappear.
Moreover, the movements and bladesmanship he had learned would not be forgotten because his Dantian was destroyed. It was just that some changes were difficult to complete.
Therefore, even if he encountered Jianghu thieves who were after his money, Mengqi would not be afraid because he had four sharp weapons with him.
As for the Su family in Shen Du, Mengqi did not intend to go back. He had no memory or feelings for it. Why should he go back and get himself into trouble? He only needed to inquire about the relevant matters in the future to avoid being implicated.
However, he had used his "real name" and had been banished halfway through his life. Coincidentally, he was in the "puberty period" of growing up and changing his appearance. After a year or so, even the Shaolin monks would not be able to recognize him, let alone the inexplicable Su family.
He had made up his mind to take a ship to the southeast. He would first pass the Sword Washing Pavilion and see if Zhiwei had left the mountain to travel. If not, he would temporarily rely on her until he recovered his Kung Fu. If she had already gone out to travel, he would continue south and find his Senior Brother Zhang at the Zhen Wu Sect. The Huanhua Swords Sect was located in Huan Province, where there were many mountains and rivers and miasma everywhere. It was difficult to pass through, and he had lost his Kung Fu.
Not long after, Mengqi, who had a lot of money, found a ship to the Hua Province. The Sword Washing Pavilion and the Zhen Wu Sect were located in the north and south of the Hua Province respectively.
He had changed into a scholar's outfit. He wore a silk scarf and a scholar's robe. The Ice Palace Sword hung at his waist. The Red Sun Evil Blade, the Bloodthirsty Sword, and the Horse-slaying Saber were wrapped in cloth and carried on his back. When he walked on the road, he attracted many admiring gazes.
Under normal circumstances, Mengqi would naturally enjoy these gazes with satisfaction. But now, he dared not delay or be distracted. Who knew if the Crying Elder had spies here? He had to get to the Sword Washing Pavilion as soon as possible.
The ship set sail. Mengqi stood on the deck and leaned against the railing to look out into the distance. The rolling waves made him feel relaxed and happy.
He recalled the Shaolin Temple. He thought of his Master and Junior Brother. He thought of Wu Jing who abhorred evil. He thought of the Crying Elder and Ze Luoju. For a moment, he had mixed feelings. There was sadness, frustration, disappointment, resentment, and anger. He wished he could kill all those rascals with his sword.
"When I reach the Exterior in the future, I will return to the West Region and truly wipe out the Evil Ridge!" Mengqi clenched his fists and whispered.
The river wind blew and Mengqi's clothes fluttered. His underdeveloped body looked a little thin. Coupled with his revealed emotions, he looked even more melancholy, which made it difficult for others to talk to him.
Half a day later, the ship arrived at the next dock. They stopped to wait for the cargo. Mengqi and others went ashore and had some food in the tea shop.
Mengqi held the teacup and did not waste time recalling what he had learned. Whether it was the bladesmanship or the sword art, they all flowed in his mind.
Clop clop clop. Suddenly, he heard the sound of galloping horses. Looking up, he saw four steeds rapidly approaching, dragging a cloud of dust behind them.
The four men on the horses were all fierce and had sabers in their hands.
"Horse bandits?" Mengqi was shocked and angry. He drew out the Ice Palace Sword and quickly got up to run to the road leading to the city.
"They actually caught up with me?"
Mengqi's current speed was no match for the horses. Soon, he was caught up by the four horse bandits and surrounded near the tea shop.
Because there were too many tables and chairs, the horse bandits dismounted and approached from four directions with their sabers.
Outside the forest not far away, You Huanduo sat on the back of a horse and watched his men from afar. He smiled and said to the big man beside him, "Thank you for informing us, Gang Leader Wu. From now on, our goods will be handed over to you."
He felt that he was far inferior to the eminent monks of Shaolin in other things, but in terms of harming people, he was much better than them!
From the beginning, he knew that he could not hide his thoughts from Xuan Bei and others, so he had long used his accumulated contacts to let some gangs in the West Province pay attention to Mengqi's whereabouts and inform them with the white-headed bird.
As expected, a water gang found Mengqi at the Wu Liang dock. So, he and several of his men finally caught up with him after exhausting two horses each.
Gang Leader Wu laughed and said, "Head Keeper You Huanduo is too polite. Is a little bald ass whose Kung Fu has been destroyed worth your time?"
"If the little bald ass had not made a mistake, I really could not do anything to him. But now, hey, I want to see what other tricks he has." You Huanduo sneered, "Today, I will kill him as a sacrifice to my saber!"
He did not act rashly because he was worried that Mengqi's Kung Fu had not been destroyed and he could still summon the Sky Thunder. So, he let his men go first.
Four horse bandits blocked the tea shop, and one of them shouted, "We are here to seek revenge. Those who are not involved, please leave!"
In the Central Plains, horse bandits did not dare to go too far.
Another man grinned and said, "Little bald ass, you think you can kill your way to Evil Ridge with the protection of Shaolin? Are you stupid now? This kind of sect with strict discipline is the easiest to deal with! "
"Little bald ass, you have delicate features, which I like. If you kneel down and beg for mercy, I might be softhearted." A bald horse bandit laughed strangely, as if Mengqi was already a dead thing.
Seeing the customers around running away in fear, and the four horse bandits rushing over, Mengqi was so angry that he laughed. He subconsciously operated his inner force, but he felt nothing and suddenly felt powerless.
Even so, without his inner strength, he was able to perceive the moves of the four highwaymen more clearly and thoroughly.
Time seemed to slow down, and everything around him seemed to disappear. The accumulated experience, the scripts he had read, and the stories of the past flashed through his mind. Suddenly, he had an epiphany!
"Go to hell!" The four horse bandits rushed to the front of Mengqi and shouted.
Meng Qi's face was calm as he pointed his long sword forward. Like a ghost, he slashed in front of the four horse bandits, using their eyes as a hidden weapon!
"Ah!"
The four horse bandits screamed almost at the same time. They threw away their sabers, covered their eyes, and rolled around in pain. Traces of blood flowed from the gaps between their fingers.
Mengqi looked at them proudly, and then at You Huanduo in the distance. He pointed his long sword at them and said loudly,
"Even if I am a tiger, how can you wild dogs bully me?"
